#DO NOT ARREST ME
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*covered in someone else’s blood* do you still want me
#/j for legal reasons#DO NOT ARREST ME#I DIDNT KILL ANYONE TODAY ITS A JOKE#morgan drew#dc rp#dc oc#carnival#dc#only in gotham#dc oc rp
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january 7th 2024
#st5 release date#the day that#byler#becomes canon#stranger things#stranger things s5#do not arrest me
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So real. When I move out I want this doormat
This is not a want this is a need
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9-1-1 + overhead shots
#there's so many good ones i could make this 20 gifs long..............#also ik That One isn't in the actual episode but what are you gonna do? arrest me?#anyways i have work in 7 hours BYE.#tv: 911#911 abc#911 fox#911edit#911gifs#tvedit#firefam#the 118#mythtakensgif#tvgifs#televisiongifs#flashing tw
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I— huh!??? Oliver??!??? hello!?????
#when I tell you my heart dropped out my asshole holy shit#this man is choosing violence and I swear to god he’s gonna put me into cardiac arrest#if I thought it was bad when he liked my bucktommy fanart it’s nothing compared to him liking BUDDIE fanart#OLIVER ARE YOU ALLOWED TO DO THAT??????#the caption literally refers to buck and Eddie as lovers#molly mumbles
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really disappointing that bunjywunjy had to be pestered twice just to quietly remove their reblog after using their huge platform to encourage garbage like raving about the lesbian estonian soviet flag and how 'new pride flag just dropped' so people could go 'ooh pretty' about a flag that was forced onto us by ppl who wanted our culture gone and oppressed us for about a century in total if not more.
to say nothing or not show anything of the truth about that flag and quietly remove the reblog felt more like it was done out of obligation (and you didn't agree) rather than care for the subject matter that is still a fresh wound in our country's memory. it's only been 33 years since it ended.
I'd rather you make the mistake about something you didn't know (eastern european history is easy for westeners to overlook, because we're not a big country like them, we're not england or france or spain or germany) and admit/apologize for said mistake or even just outright state that you don't actually care rather than say nothing and quietly remove something so that people would stop talking about it
#regardless of your opinions on communism the ussr was a tragedy for much of eastern europe#and we still suffer under its effects today#did you know that when the ussr occupied us that estonians couldn't even be the majority of the population in our own country?#they flooded in and tried to make our country like them#they arrested anyone who wore the colors of our flag#and all while they settled into our countries (it wasnt just estonia but amywhere they occupied) they forcefully deported us out of it#into moving steel boxes of the trains in the harsh winter#people packed in like anchovies with barely any room to die from the starvation#but nobody talks about that#nobody cares about eastern europe#nobody bothers#so i get american tankies telling me garbage like how im just reciting 'CIA propaganda'#as if i give a fuck about what some yankoid organization in some unrelated country says#our families lived that shit#at the time i was born the only people who couldve gotten an estonian birth certificate were still children#what do you think our mothers and fathers and grandmothers and grandfathers lived in?#people only care that a flag looks pretty#and not what the flag actually meant
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breaking news
xigbar has died badly
#i think next they will arrest me or maybe put me down for having too much fun with blender#i dont. i dont know why those polygons near his butt look like that. i prommy i cant do anything about it#ps i love him i love him i am doing this to him from a place of love#edit: i figured out how to do backface culling. so now i know how to fix it. oh well#kingdom hearts#luxu#kh#xigbar#blender fun
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Breaking news: Idiot husbands arrested for the murder of chancellor Palpatine
#hopping on this bandwagon before it leaves me behind#first art trend i have been fast enough to do <3#theyre so silly#i couldnt decide between them being arrested for murdering the chancellor or just doing something. so dumb#im so excited for the barbie movie as well its gonna be amazing i cant wait for it to permanently alter my psyche#i love making meme art so much man its so fun#star wars#codywan#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#marshal commander cody#my art <3#the clone wars#fanart#barbie#barbie 2023#meme#barbie meme#barbie movie meme
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Recently I’ve been getting anons and comments doubting the validity of some of the stories I tell on here. There’s nothing I can do to convince you that the stories I tell on here are completely genuine. All I can say is that they really are. I only post the wackiest, most interesting or funny stories of my life on here. You don’t get much of the boring day to day stuff.
Truth is, I come from a very long line of crazy people. When my dad was in med school he and some friends planted a small homemade bomb in an abandoned bathroom at their university. His roommate stole a pancreas from the corpse lab and put it in a girl’s backpack. The entire med school was suspended because no one owned up to it. My uncle would sneak out at night with my grandma’s car and she’d find out because she’d check the mileage and see it’d gone up, so my uncle started driving her car backwards since that didn’t increase the mileage. He got arrested driving her car backwards on the highway to another town. My uncle would steal my grandpa’s shotgun, tell his friends to jump in the pool, and start firing it randomly at the backyard. My cousin genuinely had two weed smoking girlfriends who were also girlfriends with each other. My great uncle had an affair exposed by having his intimate photos and videos with his mistress sent to the family groupchat by people who stole his phone, all because they were salty that my aunt told them to go fuck themselves when they messaged her asking for money. My aunt took out all her life savings and moved to another state to build a bunker because she believes the apocalypse is coming, and she didn’t even take any of her children. I don’t know how to tell you this, but life is just stranger than fiction sometimes. The sample size of life stories you get on my blog are just the instances in which that’s true.
#I don’t make money on tumblr I don’t have any mutuals I talk to this is truly just where I deposit my wackiest thoughts and experiences#there’s nothing I can do to prove to you that I’m being truthful when I make these posts but I just am#you not believing me doesn’t make it any less true it just robs you of basking in the ridiculousness that is my life#There are many mental illnesses running through my family but the one I inherited is bipolar disorder lol#there’s probably many more that didn’t reach me. whatever the fuck my uncle has being one of them#he was also arrested because he did a bunch of coke and started walking completely naked on top of the fence walls around the property#when you consider my family you actually discover that I am incredibly normal and well adjusted#please also remember that my family is from small town Brazil#shit like this just happens#this isn’t even touching on my great grandma who was a psychic
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i can’t believe octavian died like… that. of all things in a middle grade kids books series. and everyone was chill about it. literally no one gaf octavian died so horrifically even if it was ‘just’ —and as the readers… we were chill with it too
#octavian pjo#pjo series#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olympus#no but like ??? hello??? he CATAPULTED HIMSELF INTO A FLAMING METEOR DYING GODDESS??? AND EVERYONE (MIND YOU THEYRE LIKE 14 AND JUST WITNESS#ED THIS) AND LIKE THEYRE COOL WITH IT TOO NO ONE GAF — IN FACT NICO LITERALLY JUSTIFIED DOING THAT EVEN.#they could’ve like. arrested octavian.??? punched him in the face during his lament and K.O.’ing him#and they drag his unconscious body away and go on w their lives. LIKE WTF#there’s MORE RATIONAL ENDINGS TO THIS#have i mentioned octavian this guy i think he is FRESHLY turned eighteen. so maybe a senior in highschool with some issues in his noggin#(this is assuming rick even like. thought of anything of that and just needed a quick way to Wheee octavian out of the way cuz he didn’t#intend for him to be anything but a one dimensional bully that drives the B maybe C plot )#anyway#pjo hoo toa#nico di angelo#adjacent cause i’m talking him#will solace#also this reminds me they do a shitty job of bringing this back up in TSATS. don’t get me started on TSATS i’m sorry…..#octavian hoo#HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE A LAST NAME OH MY GOE#GOD#FUCKING HELL#he got the Celia (iykyk. fuck cc and hb) treatment#sorry i’ll shut up now#percy jackson
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#crocodile#sir crocodile#one piece crocodile#crocodile op#put me in a room with this man for 5 minutes and he won't ever be able to walk again#i would do so many things to him that if i say it out loud i would be arrested#now normal tags#i wanted to do something pretty and complex for his birthday#but i just had time to do a finished sketch#using the style i use for work because i already in work mode
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struck by the idea where, For Reasons, plan saddest desert hermit doesn't get off the ground and team proto-rebellion have to pivot and pivot fast.
chucking the conspiracy equivalent of a uey at 100mph on the highway, and everyone involved is sleep deprived, stressed as fuck, and experiencing y'know, several levels of Devastating Grief.
the person with the brain cell is bail organa, a man who in canon spends like 20 fucking years playing ding dong ditch with a genocidal psychic space wizard and his boss, an even more genocidal space wizard. This man is not lacking in gumption, one can say. he is possessed of life threatening amounts of chutzpah, one might also say, except that he spends twenty years winning the ding dong ditch match with, again, a genocidal fascist dictatorship which includes two genocidal psychic space wizards who literally know he was in tight with the genocided group of space wizards plus the [mumble] number of other murderous genocidal space wizards, plus the rest of the non-space wizard space fascist cohort.
So. What does a man with a spine of steel, a heart as big as a planet, and more gumption than anyone should possess do, when plan 'split up the kids and hide the most famous man in the galaxy on the saddest hell planet' is a no go?
lie. lie like a fucking rug.
What's palpatine going to do? day one of the empire, his super awesome chosen one space wizard makeover project is still in progress and not yet wheezing his way into the galaxy's nightmares, and bail fucking organa strolls into the imperial senate with:
one (1) baby (female)
one (1) baby (male)
several (~20+) aides and various hangers on, including;
one (1) brown haired blue eyed man who could, if you squinted a bit, probably get third place in a general kenobi lookalike competition, were those now not super duper illegal
Sidious, of course, could be like A JEDI KILL HIM TRAITOR ETC, but, crucially, his wheezing attack dog is still on the lab table getting seven inches added to his height and cup holders installed, or whatever the fuck skeevy sheev added in as extras. Palpatine is an old guy who is still trading on being A Beloved Grandfather who was Reluctant To Take The Throne, and is still easing the galaxy into the whole, y'know, we're a fascist empire now, kneel or perish.
Palpatine, on day one of the empire, can't point at bail fucking organa and be like HABOURING A TRAITOR unless he is really, really sure, like 110% sure, because it's bail fucking organa and every goddamn senator will baulk like a horse at a plastic bag if he accuses, again, the senator of alderaan of high treason on day one of the empire.
A secret rebellion is fine, if not ideal; you can theoretically stamp it out, and, also, it's small, percentage wise.
The entire fucking galaxy thinking that, hey, if the guy in charge is going to go after fucking alderaan, what's to stop him going after us? bigger problem. huge problem. original trilogy kinda touched on that one. Day one of the empire, everyone is still basically on war footing, and fuck man, if alderaan is copping it....maybe this empire isn't great after all. maybe we can make our OWN empire, with a different emperor.
Would palps win? eh maybe. would it destroy all credibility forever and ever amen? yeah. the difference between a 'legally installed emperor' and 'a dictator we must overthrow' is how willing the galaxy is to lick boot, and there's not yet the fear of The Empire black bagging you to keep those tongues going.
so. palpatine can't say shit. palpatine can imply shit, palpatine can get his lackies to say shit. but, crucially, palpatine himself can't say fuck all about the goddamn kenobi lookalike that is now following after organa and wiping his kid's little butts and playing gofer and whatever else.
and what's more believable? bail fucking organa is hiding a traitor, or bail organa and his wife have a situationship with a guy who looks sort of a bit like a former general? the same kind of situationship that like, half the senate has had at one point or another with a guy (or guys) who looked sort of a bit like said ex-general. go to any high level business and/or political building, you'll find half a dozen guys who look vaguely like said hot ex-general, and many of them will have a more or less (often less) accurate coruscanti-ish accent. or will develop one.
(hey, it's a niche. gotta pay the bills somehow, and if you get the job because you dyed your hair and grew a beard, well, you're still using your political science degree, right?)
of course, that only holds for so long, but by that point it's been, y'know, a while. and that looks worse in a different way -- what, kenobi was fucking walking around in front of the whole imperial senate, and none of them noticed? absolutely not, all credibility is gone forever.
which means. that palpatine and the organas are stuck in a full on staring match about this guy who is 100% for sure not kenobi, because -- well. he can't be kenobi. becuase that would look bad. but also. it's kenobi. but also. it can't be kenobi.
(vader takes one look at this guy who looks like his master kenobi and then rolls his eyes, because he has already met aproximately 90,000 people who look vaugely like his master and he got very good at picking out how the newest one was not kenobi his master by the time he was a senior padawan.)
#bail organa#star wars#bailbrehaobi#like. implied#sort of.#star wars crack#coats originals#the plot here is not thought out. if you are like BUT THIS WOULDN'T WORK sssshhh it's for the bit#the bit of bail organa making skeevy sheevy's life miserable#bail like what're you gonna do. arrest me? for having a kenobi fetish? you gonna arrest half the galaxy too?
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I've been meaning to make this post for months now but hey, here is. Some of you may remember I made DVDs of OFMD a while ago. I rambled extensively about it here.
Quick refresher or in case you haven't seen them:
They have disc menues that play Gnossienne Number 5 and have individual episode pictures. Also there's sleeves and discs labels!
Why am I telling you this (again)? Well, I happen to have all the files you need to start your own basement pirate DVD manufacturing career on a burner Google Drive. So if you too wanted to have DVDs of our beautiful show on your shelf at home, you could download the files, grab a DVD writer drive and a bunch of empty DVDs and get right to burning them. No particular skill needed because the files are done and ready to go at a click. There's also a bit of a how-to on there that I hope is helpful for those confused. Piracy ho, friends!
#let's make more hard copies of our beautiful show#both because we all deserve them and also because physical media is great and fuck streaming#fuck wbd#burn a dvd!#or two#or six#it's actually six#please help spreading this around#there were a couple of people who wanted their own discs when I made the original post and I cannot send them around#customs will arrest me#I've had packages to friends abroad opened more than once#but I can do this#hello friends if you too want to own something tangible here is a bit of a DIY for you#ofmd#ofmd dvds#piracy ho!#teeny rambles
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I was so caught up in the gender euphoria that is Martin Blackwood that for a moment, I forgot that I lived in a world where bras and skirts were "female-coded"
#those comments from yt was a bucket of cold water#like do you lose male/nb privileges if you wore a bra? do you get arrested by the gender police?#why is it upsetting if I showed a trans or nb person being comfortable with their chests and wearing bras?#it's literally just an article of clothing that supports your mammary glands so it doesn't flop around everywhere#are people with large cups not allowed to identify as anything but female if they physically can't wear binders?#I understand that there is a large group that feel gender dysphoria over their chests and that is very valid#but that doesn't mean the other group that doesn't shouldn't be allowed to be depicted#make me understand
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@jegulus-microfic // may 22 // prompt: control // words: 1169
“We should eat soon. Do you have any preference?” James asks as he glances into his rearview mirror.
“No, I'm easy,” Regulus replies. He swipes at his phone again, mindlessly opening the calculator before closing it again. He's been alternating between the calculator and the weather app for the better part of an hour now, nothing else to do on his phone and a deep reluctance to have an actual conversation with James.
He looks up at James when there’s no response. It takes a second for his own words to register and with a sigh he adds, “I meant easy to please.”
Again, the double meaning snatches James’ attention. “I'm just not picky,” Regulus grounds out.
“Yeah,” James scoffs. “I can tell.”
Regulus drops his phone on his lap, turning his head to give James his full attention. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” But evidently it is not nothing, because James waits barely a second before continuing with, “It’s just that you barely waited for the bed to get cold.”
“Excuse me?” Incredulity bleeds into his voice.
“I heard that you went out a lot.”
“With my friends.” Late nights wallowing on the couch were only accepted for so long until they started tugging at him with impatient hands, dragging him out of the house and into this club, then that one.
They told him that the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else, but Regulus never did take anyone home. Any pair of hands that didn't belong to James made his skin crawl.
“And we all know how your friends feel about you,” James says harshly.
“Okay, seriously, what the fuck is your damage, James?” Regulus twists in his seat, staring holes into James’ side profile. His messy hair and wire-frame glasses. His cheeks are flushed with anger, but Regulus doesn’t think James has anything to be angry about.
“What's my damage?” James asks, eyes flitting over to Regulus. “What are you, twelve?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
Regulus laughs, short and joyless, before dropping back into his seat. His eyes fall shut as he lets his head thud against the headrest. “And I remember, suddenly, why this didn’t work.”
“Yeah? Was it your incessant need to be in control?”
“No, actually. It was your complete and utter inability to listen.”
“Oh, I think I hear you loud and clear,” James scoffs, and Regulus resists the urge to just crawl out the car window. He’s slight enough, he thinks he could fit. As a matter of fact —
“Stop the car.”
“What?”
“You heard me, stop the fucking car.”
“Regulus, you're not walking all the way to Sirius' house. We still have three hours to go.”
“I don't care. Stop. The. Car.”
“What's your damage?”
“My damage is that I'm stuck in a car with you with nowhere else to go!”
It's silent for a beat. Then two.
“Well, I'm sorry you feel that way,” James says eventually, before harshly twisting the dial to turn up the volume.
They drive to the roadside restaurant in silence. Or well, as silent as can be with the music playing loud enough that Regulus can’t hear himself think. Just as well. He wasn’t thinking anything nice.
James makes the executive decision to pass by a drive-through, probably to prevent having to spend more time in each other’s company than strictly necessary. Regulus can’t say that he minds.
No words are exchanged as they eat, but when Regulus reaches for his drink in the cupholder, James speaks again.
“Do you still like vanilla milkshakes?” He inclines his head toward the cup in Regulus’ hand. James always teased him about choosing the most boring flavor, but vanilla is a classic and Regulus stands by it.
Regulus has the urge to make a snide comment, but he swallows it down. Glances over at James, tense in his seat, both hands on the steering wheel. It unnerves Regulus a little, seeing James like this. He is supposed to be loose limbs and easy smiles. Not… this.
“Yeah, do— do you still like those cherries?” Regulus asks, holding out his cup for James in case he wants the maraschino cherry that sits on top of the whipped cream. James plucks it out of the swirl with ease, like they never stopped doing this.
“Do you still go to the diner down the street?”
They used to go often. The 24/7 diner, red and white tiles on the walls, cracked leather in the booths. They spent late nights there, when studying took priority over cooking and everything else was closed. Appearing again on a Saturday morning, soaking up the alcohol that still lingered in their systems. Salty and sweet kisses shared next to the jukebox.
“No, it—” Regulus catches himself before he says something embarrassing like it hasn’t been the same without you. “It’s been a while,” he says instead.
“I see.”
Regulus squeezes his eyes shut, black spots swimming in his vision. Then, before he can chicken out, he asks the first thing that comes to mind.
“Does your mom still collect those novelty plates?”
James laughs at that, the sound of it comforting and familiar, and he seems to relax in his seat. Even if just a little.
“She’s actually moved on to novelty shot glasses. My dad had to get rid of five plates he’d bought in advance. I still have them, though. I just know she’ll return to the plate thing soon enough.”
They pass the time like that, dragging up memories and habits, questions flowing between them. Regulus finds that he likes it. He’d missed James’ easy nature, his way of telling stories. He also finds that he is secretly relieved that James hasn’t changed a lot in the time they spent away from each other.
Do you still? Say yes, say yes.
Do you still forget to clean your glasses? Do you still keep a picture of you dad in your wallet? Do you still like your coffee the same way? Do you still—
Say yes, say yes.
“I got the internship, by the way,” Regulus says at some point. He’s not sure how much time has passed, but stretching fields of green are slowly giving way to houses again. “The—”
“—one at the publishing house?” James cuts in excitedly. His head whips to the side to look at Regulus, joy evident in the little crinkles around his eyes. “No way!”
Regulus’ heart stalls and stutters. A heavy beat in his chest. Say yes, say yes.
“I can’t believe you remember that,” he breathes.
Silence stretches between them and for a moment, Regulus thinks the conversation has died down again. It was nice while it lasted.
But then, so soft like he hoped Regulus might not hear, “I remember everything about you.”
Do you still? Say yes, say yes.
“James. Stop the car.”
“What?”
“Stop the car.”
Say yes, say yes.
Thankfully, James doesn’t need to be told a third time.
#exes jegulus! brought to you by the fact that i wanted them to say “what’s your damage”#not to be confused with the messy exes jegulus microfics#which is a different universe#sorry for the car setting#it’s the talking on the ride home effect#anyways do you think they got arrested for public indecency?#feeling kinda tempted to write a part two where they mess up the backseat#but we'll have to see if the smut fairy visits me#do you guys remember when i wrote a whole pwp? i can't believe i did that#anyways!! tags!!#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#starchaser#jegulus microfic#mil's microfics#mil's writing
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I'm going to force you to play the joke FNAF dating sim my friend and I are making
#by 'making' i mean i brought the idea up as a joke this afternoon and then we got really really into it and wrote a bunch of concepts up#i think we're actually going to do it#dear god#(we decided the routes will be Henry#Will#Mike (corpse version)#and Springtrap#NO ANIMATRONICS THOSE ARE CHILDREN#(at least the fnaf 1 animatronics are)#we thought up a joke ending where if you try and hit on the animatronics the FBI arrests you#read the tags#fnaf#if anyone wants to hear about this. tell me. i am Eager to share the concepts.#we don't know what to call it#right now the doc we're writing the script on is called 'uh oh spaghettios peepaw mode'#and obviously we can't call it that#i wanted to call it Five Nights With Divorced Dads#but Mike isnt a divorced dad
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