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bikinikillarchives · 5 months
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bikini kill performing at the Palladium, Sydney, AU, April 22, 1997. by Sophie Howarth.
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lucidpast · 6 months
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Hypnosis for Unpopular Teenagers (1966)
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its-queenofthesilence · 5 months
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Unpopular Opinion: Wish shouldn't get as much hate as it's getting
I’m going to get hate but I don’t understand all the hate for Wish? Yeah it’s not the greatest movie they’ve come out with and yes Disney seems to be coming out with some Meh movies recently but I’ve been seeing posts like “don’t go see this movie, don’t support Disney” or “this is an insult to the fans.”
But it’s not terrible? Like yeah it’s not the best, I’d definitely put it as mediocre but people are treating it like Mickey Mouse came on screen and told everyone to go fuck themselves. It’s a perfectly fine generic movie. Everyone harps on about all the latest protagonists of Disney films having the same personality but bitch, I’m sorry but Aurora, Cinderella and Snow White don’t have a personality. All their “personality” entails of are singing and talking to animals while waiting for a prince. I’d take whatever the recent Disney princesses have as a personality over that.
At the end of the day, it’s a movie for little girls to enjoy and to look up to. And is it really that bad? Everyone harps about Disney being out for money. Yes, that is the point. They make movies for MON-EY. There are plenty of early Disney films that are mediocre but are hailed as classics, only because they are old.
That’s my rant over.
Also “This Wish” slaps.  
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starfallkaz · 7 months
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Reading fourth wing has made me realise I define slow-burn very different to other people, because that book was not slowburn.
When I say slow-burn enemies-to-lovers I need detesting, hating each other - the sight of the other person makes you physically sick or trembling with rage, or some ungodly combination of both. I don’t want admiration from afar, I want plotting to murder the other in their sleep.
I need a slow-burn that lasts 3/4 of a book, if not an entire book - have me foaming at the mouth waiting for them to make a move, to brush hands at each other. I need pining in unspoken gestures loaded with meaning. I need flexed fingers when you touch and forcing yourself to pull away from the other. I don’t need smut by the end of a book and a sudden L-bomb, by any definition that is NOT slowburn
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biarritzzz · 27 days
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Radfems are just women who are opposed to the tranny ideology because they’re revolted by effeminate men. They oppose pornography because they feel insecure and upset at their potential boyfriend watching it.
Then they call it feminism to give it a noble veneer. But like all movements, it’s inherently self-serving.
And most of all, they’re upset that Prince Charming doesn’t exist or that the men they’re attracted to (conventionally attractive and masculine) don’t look their way.
Many are heterosexual social rejects, aka self-proclaimed femcels (ugly women who can’t find a man).
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incorrect-splatoon · 3 months
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Let's all be glad for Big Man existence... because non lgbtqia+ ship for the squid sisters before where SO FUCKED UP you had:
Callie or Marie date an old man
Callie or Marie date an old man but this time it is incest
Callie or Marie date a child
Callie or Marie date a child again
Callie or Marie date whatever OC's you make.
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jaskiersongbird · 11 months
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dougielombax · 1 month
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Back by unpopular non-demand.
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abbaddonadvocate · 1 year
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Unpopular Opinion: The satisfying noise of a book’s spine cracking 🤤
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housewifediary · 6 days
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If you can't trust your spouse to take care of you, and you don't want to take care of your spouse then like what even is the point of being married to them?
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bikinikillarchives · 1 year
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this_is_unpopular This one time @bikinikillrecords stayed at my apartment whilst I was away somewhere over a rainbow. When I came home I kept finding pictures of them dressed up in my clothes and hidden around my apartment … here Kathleen where’s my Summersault T-shirt and my swimming speedos over her tights. Tight !
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cheetahgirlju · 10 days
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Unpopular Opinions Pt.1
“Is it sanitary?”
Given that I talk to myself on a regular, judging people has kind of become my thing. I'm not judgemental, I just have a ton of opinions on the world. From the shoes that someone wears to the decisions one makes. It's not really my place to have an opinion on those things. That is why I blog because I rather shun people's decisions in my head than out loud. Getting to my point, I decided to take down a list of unpopular opinions and give my very much-needed personal opinions on the matter.
My friend, Gucky, gave me a very personally unpopular opinion, that sucking dick is enjoyable. I personally disapproved of my friend Gucky's statement that sucking a dick is fun. Although I've never done it, the idea does sometimes repulse me. Depending on the individual, I suppose I wouldn't be completely against it. It depends—does it have sanitization? Is it furry? Is it going to jump and attack me? Although it kind of makes me gag to think about those words, everyone is free to have their own opinions. Who would pass up the chance to be with someone they really like, possibly a celebrity crush? In that case, I could probably overlook the "thing's" design. This reminds me of the time my first boyfriend tried to kiss me in a stinky ass building and all I could think about was the white crust in-between his lips. This is why I have to like someone a lot, in order to perform such acts because hygiene is often forgotten by men. I’m saying this now, and maybe in a few years it'll be my favorite hobby, so I can't judge yet. Quoted from Gucky “Such Clean Dick Only.”
Give me more unpopular opinions 💕
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vino---delectable · 1 month
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If ever anyone says I do anything just to be cool... I will (ofc) bring out the fact that I have a crush on Ryan Cartwright... Most people definitely have never heard of him...
I will also bring out the fact that my favorite role of his, is his 11 episodes in bones, where he's just a rotating squintern with a fun comic relief personality.
And also his role on alphas, a high functioning autistic boy who can go through WiFi signals.. On, oh yes, a show that was cancelled after 2 seasons..
I will also mention another role I've seen clips of (I only watch them bc of him) is in seriously weird... Where he's a boy cursed forever by the god of the weird, cursed with... You guessed it, the weird...
So if anyone dares, here's my proof otherwise , lol.
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euesworld · 11 months
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"I am white trash, no cash having crack addict, if I could get some ass I would smash it without a prophylactic, bad habits, pulling rabbits out of hats but you won't have it god damn it, if you put your anus in my face I would reach and grab it, maybe stab it cause I know your ass is padded, I'm a bad kid, maybe something like the mad hatter getting badder and badder, so sad that I'll never have grandkids but just like Eminem said, that's just the way it is.."
Sorry everyone.. I'm having an abstract altered state of mind today.. romance will commence shortly.. haha.. I am just goofing off.. let me reboot my soul.. I am going through a lot - eUë
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crybaby-and-hoo-ha · 4 months
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Attack 5
Chapter 1
Max Zenith was about to have the most stressful interview of his life. Sure, his father had taught him how to use a shotgun at the ripe age of six, but it was either he makes it or breaks it. His previous job, a small bakery, had gotten shut down because he couldn't afford the rent and now he was forced to nab the first job he could find. A mercenary.
As he sat in the small and rather humid waiting room, his brain was in a state of stress and anticipation as his leg bounced up and down. He fidgeted with his tie and tried to slow his breathing while slowing his brain down simultaneously.
"This was a horrible idea. I should've never done this. Wait, no, if I didn't I'd die on the streets. I still hate it. Ugh! Just shut up, brain!" He murmured to himself as his white button up felt increasingly more suffocating. His hands were clammy, his heart was beating out of his chest, and he was absently pinching himself in a futile attempt to wake himself up from whatever nightmare this must've been when suddenly, his attention snapped up to a tired man in the doorway. He had dark black hair that was combed back with gel, a cheap black suit with a bright red tie, and bags under his eyes. His face was cold and hard, and void of any emotion.
"Max Zenith? It's time for your interview. Right this way please" The man had a refined cockney accent and spoke in a tone that was similar to an irritated professor. He waited for him to stand up before making a gesture for Max to follow suit. Max's knees were shaking and felt like jello. He felt queasy and fidgety as if his skin was too tight for his skeleton. As the black haired man led him to the office, Max's mind filled with doubts before he sat down in front of the desk.
The office was a gray and sunny room, facing out towards the city with a dark mahogany desk in the center and a few awards and certificates hung upon the walls, proudly displaying high ranking achievements.
"Oh boy" Max thought as his foot tapped anxiously against the carpet floor. "This guy's the real deal"
"So, you went to Stanford, huh?" Max asked, his voice wavering slightly.
"No, that was my father. After he died he passed the company onto me," The black haired man said, his tone stoic and almost impossible to read. "Anyways, let's get on with the interview, shall we?"
Max nodded and took a deep breath.
"So, Max, my name is Jimmy Brookes. This interview will be simple. Nice and easy. Okay? Can you shoot a gun?" Jimmy asked bluntly, not even flinching when he asked the absurd question.
"I...Yes?" Max replied, confusion written all over his face. The question took him by surprise due to its upfront nature.
"Great, you're hired." Jimmy said while clasping his hands together and standing up. "Here's a file of all the things you'll need. You'll start on Monday, 7 AM,"
"Wait wait wait wait. That's it? That's the whole interview? There must be something else or-" Max was interrupted by Jimmy placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
"No. That was it, Maxwell. You start on Monday where you'll meet your other colleges. I must warn you though, they are a bit...strange..." Jimmy murmured while slowly escorting Max towards the door. "I'll see you on Monday, Max. Good bye."
The door shut hastily in Max's face. He was stunned, confused, and shocked all at the same time. There was still adrenaline rushing through him as he walked towards the elevator.
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As Max trudged through the chilly and snowy streets of New York, the cream yellow file in his hand, he pondered and mulled over the rather abnormal interview.
"Why would I need a gun? Wait, why would I need this job again? Oh yeah, I have seven dollars and half of a rubber duck to my name." He wondered to himself anxiously. His feet were freezing while he shuffled along, clutching the file in his pale, cold hands. "Well, at least I have a job now"
He slowed to a stop in front of his apartment complex and pushed open the glass door. A gust of warmth hit him and he sighed softly as he climbed up the stairs to his apartment. He fumbled with his keys before sliding them into the door and turning them with a satisfying click. The door swung open with a loud squeak and Max stepped into the baron apartment. Without having a job, he was forced to sell all of his belongings for a temporary solution.
It was a small and cheap studio apartment with white walls and a dirty mattress in the corner along with a cheap, rundown mini fridge he got from a garage sale. It looked more like a prison cell than an apartment.
He flopped down onto the mattress with a huff and opened the file, only to find a pictorial recipe for egg salad.
"What the...huh?? What the hell is this?!" Max exclaimed, irritation and confusion laced in his tone. "Is this some kind of joke?!"
He sighed and threw the file across the room, the paper making a soft "fwish" sound as it skidded across the hardwood floor.
"You know what? Fine. I'll go on Monday, maybe it was a mix up," Max muttered, pulling the thin blanket over him in an attempt to try to get some shut eye.
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The next two days were a blur. Max would wake up, get some coffee he could barely afford, and go to the store to buy baking ingredients. Even though he was near bankruptcy, he still enjoyed baking. By the time Monday had rolled around he had made at least three dozen cookies from stress baking.
To say the walk to the Agency was stressful would be a huge understatement. Max was sweating even in the chilly January breeze and his hands were shaking.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. You know what? I've got this. I've totally got th- What am I saying, no I don't," Max whispered to himself under his breath. He sighed and pushed the door open and made a beeline straight to the elevator.
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