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kwistowee · 11 months
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R.I.P. LEGACY POST EDITOR
Unceremoniously put down by @staff @changes and @support and is survived by New Post Editor, a lesser son of greater sires.
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krystal-prisms · 11 months
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rosewind2007 · 9 months
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Awww… Aziraphale! He’s going to be having some Queen of Putrescence nightmares up in heaven, isn’t he?
SOMEONE IS BOOING! The BOOING gets louder as an ANCIENT WOMAN approaches Buttercup through the crowd, BOOING every
step of the way:
BUTTERCUP
Why do you do this?
ANCIENT BOOER
Because you had love in your
hands, and you gave it up.
BUTTERCUP
(distraught)
But they would have killed
Westley if I hadn't done it.
ANCIENT BOOER
Your true love lives and you
marry another --
(to the crowd)
-- True love saved her in the
Fire Swamp, and she treated it
like garbage. And that's what she
is, the Queen of Refuse! So, bow
down to her if you want. Bow to
her. Bow to the Queen of Slime,
the Queen of Filth, the Queen of
Putrescence. Boo! Boo! Rubbish!
Filth! Slime! Muck! Boo! Boo!
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raethereptile · 10 months
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The Princess Bride Quote-Off
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beachyserasims · 10 months
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The Queen of Refuse. Your true love lives. And you marry another. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.
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ur-average-farp · 1 year
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some of the best lines from the princess bride
"you seem a decent fellow, i hate to kill you" "you seem a decent fellow, i hate to die"
"inconceivable!!"
"not to fifty!"
"we are men of action. lies do not become us."
"Rubbish! Filth! Slime! Muck! Boo! Boo!"
"Now, mostly dead is slightly alive"
"Have fun storming the castle!"
"I'm not a witch, I'm your wife!"
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Conversation
Audience Booer: Boo. Boo. Boo.
Petunia: Why do you do this?
Audience Booer: Because you had love in your hands, and you gave it up.
Petunia: But they would have killed Porky if I hadn't done it.
Audience Booer: Your true love lives. And you marry another. True Love saved her in the first act, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.
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teen-wolf-maniac · 3 years
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*cough cough* FUCK KEVIN SMITH!! *cough cough*
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jellydishes · 3 years
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i may have ordered a thing. it's a play on the ancient boo-er from the princess bride: "Bow down to them if you want, bow to them. Bow to the Deniers of Slime, the Deniers of Filth, the Deniers of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo."
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That one scene in the princess bride where the old lady is like “BOO! BOO!” And Buttercup is like “why do you do this” and she’s like “because you had LOVE in your hands! And you gave it up! True love saved her in the fire swamp! And she treated it like garbage! And that’s what she is! The queen of refuse. So bow down to her if you want. Bow down to her! Bow down to the queen of slime. The queen of filth. The queen of PUTRSCENCE. BOO! BOO! RUBBISH. FILTH. SLIME. MUCK. BOO!!! BOO!! BOOOOOOO!!”
Except it’s Gaara yelling at Sasuke for betraying Naruto
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jusky · 4 years
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it is my birthday
and i like attention. i’ll be accepting birthday messages of all kinds but i especially encourage the messy and heartfelt. seriously say something please!
https://jusky.tumblr.com/ask
if you decide to say nothing, I CONDEMN YOU. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.
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skippyv20 · 5 years
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Hi Skippy and lovely Anons. The MF Anon here. I just had the light bulb💡moment - she didn’t want to be the reincarnation of the Princess of People’s Hearts. She wanted to be The Princess Bride! 😆🤣😂 Queen Buttercup! As the ancient woman yelled in the movie: “The Queen of Refuse! So bow down to her if you want! Bow to her! Bow to the Queen of Slime! The Queen of Filth! The Queen of Putrescence! Boo! Boo! Rubbish! Filth! Slime! Muck! Boo! Boo! Boo!" Mugget always wants to be (Movie) royal😂🤣😆
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
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rosewind2007 · 1 year
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Having finally watched OFMD, is there a “why is Stede such a complete idiot” tag? Because, I mean (not to come over all ancient booer, but yes I am going to):
ANCIENT BOOER
Because you had love in your
hands, and you gave it up.
BUTTERCUP
But they would have killed
Westley him if I hadn't done it.
ANCIENT BOOER
Your true love lives and you run off to marry another --
-- True love saved him in the
Fire Swamp countless times and he treated it
like garbage. And that's what he
is, the Queen of Refuse! So, bow
down to him if you want. Bow to
Him. Bow to the Queen of Slime,
the Queen of Filth, the Queen of
Putrescence. Boo! Boo! Rubbish!
Filth! Slime! Muck! Boo! Boo!
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lgbtunis-moved · 5 years
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gender is a performance and I'm the ancient booer standing at the front of the crowd yelling Boo. Boo. Boo. That's what she is, the Queen of Refuse. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo. yknow
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newlyfaenesta · 7 years
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A Court of Princess Brides, post 4
Rhys: This will all soon be but a happy memory, because the High Lord of the Night Court’s ship Velaris is anchored at the far end. And I, as you know, am the High Lord of the Night Court.
Feyre: But how is that possible, since he's been ruling over twenty years and you only left me five years ago?
Rhys: I myself am often surprised at life's little quirks. You see, what I told you before about saying "please" was true. It intrigued the High Lord, as did my descriptions of your beauty. Finally, he decided something. He said, "All right, Rhysand, I need an heir, and I’ll consider you for tonight. I'll most likely kill you in the morning." Three years he said that. "Good night, Rhysand. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning." It was a fine time for me. I was learning to fence, to fight, anything anyone would teach me. And then it happened.
Feyre: What? Go on.
Rhys: Well, the High Lord had grown so rich, he wanted to retire. So he took me to his Court of Nightmares and told me his secret: "I am not the High Lord of the Night Court," he said. "My name is Keir. I inherited this court from the real High Lord of the Night Court, just as you will inherit it from me. The real HIgh Lord has been dead for fifteen years." Then he explained the name was the important thing for inspiring the necessary fear. You see, no one would surrender to the Bastard Rhys. So I have been the High Lord ever since. Except, now that we're together, we can get married and I can name you the High Lady. Is everything clear to you?
[Feyre nods]
***
Feyre: We'll never succeed. We may as well die here.
Rhys: No, no. We have already succeeded. I mean, what are the three terrors of Under the Mountain? One, the Middengard Wyrm - no problem. There's a slithering sound preceding its appearance; we can avoid that. Two, the Weaver’s Cottage, which you were clever enough to discover what that looks like inside, so in the future we can avoid that too.
Feyre: Rhys, what about the B.O.U.S.'s?
Rhys: Bogges Of Unusual Size? I don't think they exist.
[Immediately, an B.O.U.S. attacks him]
***
Feyre:  If we surrender and I return with you, will you promise not to hurt this man?
Tamlin:May I live a thousand years and never hunt again.
Feyre:  He is a sailor on the ship Velaris. Promise to return him to his ship.
Tamlin: I swear it will be done. [aside to Hybern] Once we're out of sight, take him back to the Spring Court and throw him in the Pit of Despair.
Hybern: I swear it will be done.
Feyre: [to Rhys] I thought you were dead once and it almost destroyed me. I could not bear it if you died again, not when I could save you.
Hybern: [to Rhys] Come, sir, we must get you to your ship.
Rhys: We are men of action. Lies do not become us.
Hybern: Well spoken, sir. [Rhys notices Hybern's hand] What is it?
Rhys: You have six fingers on your right hand. Someone was looking for you. 
[Hybern knocks Rhys cold]
***
Rhys: Where am I?
The Attor: [raspy voice] The Pit of Despair! Don't even think… [clears throat] ... don't even think about trying to escape. The chains are far too thick. Don't dream of being rescued, either; the only way in is secret. Only Tamlin, Hybern, and I know how to get in and out.
Rhys: So I'm here till I die?
The Attor: Until they kill you, yeah.
Rhys: Then why bother curing me?
The Attor: Well, Tamlin and Hybern always insist on everyone being healthy before they're broken.
Rhys: So it's to be torture?
The Attor: [nods enthusiastically]
Rhys: I can cope with torture.
The Attor: [shakes head enthusiastically]
Rhys: Don't believe me?
The Attor: You survived Under the Mountain, so you must be very brave, but no one withstands The Cauldron.
***
The Suriel: Boo. Boo. Boo.
Feyre: Why do you do this?
The Suriel: Because you had love in your hands, and you gave it up.
Feyre: But they would have killed Rhys if I hadn't done it.
The Suriel: Your mate lives. And you marry another. (turns to crowd) True Love saved her Under the Mountain, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.
***
Tamlin: Then we will simply alert him. Beloved, are you certain he still wants you? After all, it was you who did the leaving when we were Under the Mountain. Not to mention that members of the Night Court are not known to be fae of their words.
Feyre:  My Rhys will always come for me.
Tamlin: I suggest a deal. You write four copies of a letter. I'll send my four fastest ships, one in each direction. The High Lord of the Night Court is always close this time of the year. We'll run up the white flag and deliver your message. If Rhysand wants you, bless you both. If not, please consider me as an alternative to suicide.
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