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i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
fabulous
i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.
Tommy could agree with that logic, and smiled by way of agreement. As Mal began to sift through the necessary information on his phone, Tommy opened up his own phone, opening up the window necessary for setting up a new contact.
“Donnie, gotcha,” he echoed a loud, tapping the name out into the right box. “Cool name. Oh, sure, yeah, I’d like to see him! Might help to match the face to the name and all that.” Seeing Mal’s enthusiasm was refreshing, and brightened Tommy’s spirits even further by proxy. He was definitely looking forward to meeting Donnie, seeing if they were similar in personality as well as interests.
Soon he found a couple photos that Mal deemed workable that didn’t involve obnoxious selfie posing or equally obnoxious use of cell-camera effects. Just as he was about to show Tommy, however, Mal felt the need to omit the second one and just show him the first one: it seemed too personal to him to show just anyone for reasons he couldn’t explain.
That decided, Mal turned his phone to Tommy while still holding onto it. Juuust in case he got any funny ideas. It was of Donnie standing proudly in his then-brand-new faux-leather jacket, the shop from which he’d bought it right behind him, the seriousness of his pose thrown right out the window by the goofy smile on his face. “Good luck seein’ him without that jacket,” Mal quipped, albeit fondly. “Loves it almost as much as he loves guitar.”
