#EGAD ITS HIM

[bad-draws-jojo]

Tricked ya it’s him

[usamey]

OMG THE FALL GUY X THE FALL GIRL WOWEE

[coffeeastronaut]

the shitscript is in fact a a a shitscript but crowley and aziraphale's 6000 years of crowley cheating at checkers every time and aziraphale never wins is seriously so insanely funny. like.

aziraphale is not at all stupid, let alone enough for crowley's literal "whats that outside!!!! [snatches his pieces]" but the fact that he KNOWS hes been cheating this whole time and has been LETTING him is so fucking funny.

not for the reason the script gives (something something its aziraphale's lame moral lesson that even he knows is stupid, but only after an 11 year old points it out to him) but for the reason ive invented in my mind, which is that this is yet another example of their looserman weirdo foreplay

[thewertsearch]

...Jake.

Alright, this sequence is rapidly devolving into a comedy sketch, and I’m having the time of my life. Jane is almost certainly being brainwashed by the troll Empress, Jake is being hypnotized by her boss, and you just know Bro's placronym is five pages from being revealed as Dick Scratch. This is a hilariously compromised session, and it hasn't even started yet.

What's next? Roxy Gl'bgolyb?

GT: Jane! GT: Forgive my botherations. I know this is meant to be a spanking ripsnorter of a day for you and all. GT: But do you happen to know where the devilfucking dickens mr strider might be?

I can’t articulate how funny it is that he still talks like an octogenarian.

Like... this kid was born in 1996. He's either doing this as a bit, or he got the accent from Jade, which is even funnier.

GG: I had been meaning to message you sooner actually, but I suppose in all the hubbub today, it plumb slipped my mind. GG: Which is a shocking fact on its lonesome, considering what I have to tell you! GT: Egad… GT: Loosens collar a bit.

Did you seriously just say 'egad'? Unironically?

God, this kid rules. 'Old-timey teenager' is just such an out-of-left-field concept for a character, and I didn't expect Hussie to commit this hard to the bit - but I am very glad he did.

GG: As for this Strider business, hrmmm. He's an elusive guy Jake. You know that. GG: I talked to him yesterday. That's as much help as I can be! GT: Shoot. GT: I really need to ask him something but hes got his blasted auto responder turned on.

What, like an out-of-office message? Those usually need to be turned on manually, which means that Kid Bro's deliberately set his Pesterchum to 'do not disturb'.

That guy's unreachable in any incarnation, and it's on purpose. He'll enter the story when he's good and ready, and not a moment sooner.

GG: Hoo hoo. GG: I love that thing. :B

Knowing the Striders, Bro's out-of-office notification is some sort of ironic joke. Jane's appreciation of this humor is an interesting parallel to the John/Dave relationship, where John was happy to play along with Dave's irony, but never really understood his schtick.

GT: He wouldnt be pleased to hear you say that.

Jake, however, believes that Bro would be uncomfortable with Jane's appreciation, for some reason.

Perhaps he wants his friends to demand his attention, rather than laugh at his absence. If Bro turns out to be a tsundere, I'm going to laugh my ass off.

[iwikpines]

spamming you with some of my favorite KAPT scenes for potential comics because im totally normal and not at all conceited :D (this is not me telling you to draw any of them they're just what i thought of)---

chapter five "It's not torture, it's manners"/"I'm not a stupid princess!" "You are a princess. and stupid, at that" that whole scene

chapter eight buddy kicking over deacon's mop like the petty king he is/chapter ten trying again and deacon blocks him

chapter twelve buddy finding chase and deacon on their little stealth mission

chapter seventeen jaabu mauling ravenell for the first of many times

chapter seventeen "LAND HO" "hey someones calling you"

chapter eighteen them playing on the beach and being all happy before everything goes to hell :D

chapter twenty one, at the beginning where buddy tries to show chase how to roll dough and promptly fails too and chase makes fun of him

in that same chapter the part after where chase is projecting on deacon while deacon is telling him to go do stuff

buddy saving chase from the death mittens in chapter 24/25

chapter 26 dance lessons with ravenell (failing)

chapter twenty nine sharing food and then "once upon TIME STOP GOING INTO RANDOM UNDERGROUND ROOMS---"

chapter thirty chase complaining about the previous night to deacon and deacon getting the.... VERY wrong idea

chapter thirty two chase seducing buddy armed with a trail of chocolate so deacon can read the book

chapter thirty four chase trying and failing to get through the ball doors and then buddy snarking "I am exceptionally glad i did not have to watch that happen" and the banter that follows (omg this is so long im so sorry)

chapter forty four the conversation surrounding "cat got your tongue?" "god i wish"

chapter forty six buddy dancing with chase and then promptly shoving him into the fountain

chapter forty eight at the end "ITS A WALTZ WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONE TWO THREE FOUR"

the very end of chapter forty nine if you want to draw something more dramatic?

chapter fifty seven chase having the zoomies after buddy healed him

chapter sixty two the tie scene

chapter sixty six buddy pouting that chase ignored him the previous night

chapter sixty six as well; chase sucking at cards and also making moves (hand holding) "I'm going all in!" "EGAD STOP"

chapter sixty seven really anything from their sleepy scene :3

Yes I am doing this instead of working on what I need to be doing :D

and a non-KAPT related idea:

Chase as Rapunzel, Buddy as Mother gothel, and Deacon killing it as Pascal

chapter 5 of keys are people too

okay since you asked for like... A LOT of scenes, i will be drawing and posting them gradually!! i don't think i'll do every single one of them but know that i will be doing many... thank you for all the requests <3

[chryslerbuildingfeathers]

This fic was made for Ecto-Implosion 2024! Based on art by @shadowfaerieammy

Magical Ghost

It all starts with a flash: Blindingly bright, and toxically green. A sickly-sweet electric smell permeates the air and dances on the tongue.

And then poor Danny stumbles out emitting an otherworldly glow, and wearing...

Is that a frilly black dress?

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-" Tucker nearly faints.

"D-Danny?" Sam calls, face white as a sheet.

Danny wobbles in place. "Y-yeah?"

"Oh thank goodness!!" Sam and Tucker rush toward him.

"Stupid question, but- Danny, are you alright?" Sam asks nervously while the two finish checking all of his limbs are in place.

"Also, what's with the dress?" Tucker adds. Sam elbows him.

"I-I think so Sam. Dress?" Danny says, voice unsteady.

He looks himself over dazedly, blinks at his cutesy-gothic attire, shakes his head a couple times, then looks again.

"DRESS?!" He suddenly cries in alarm, his face flushed... Green?

"That's what gets you worried right now?" Sam asks incredulously, "Not that you just opened a portal to the ghost zone on top of yourself??"

"Uhm... Yes." Danny and Tucker respond in unison.

"Hopeless." Sam sighs.

"Well anyway, what should we do now?" Tucker asks Sam.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we can't just leave him like this; he's glowing! In a sparkly dress!"

"Actually, I kinda like the dress." Danny mumbles.

"You know," Sam thinks out loud, "This is just like that one anime. Carpenter Sun?"

"Ohh yeah!" Tucker's face lights up with realization. "Danny, you're like a magical girl!"

“A magical what?!?”

“A magical girl!” Danny’s friends respond in unison.

“It’s a genre of show-” Sam starts to explain, only to be interrupted by a loud “Crash!” from the entrance of the basement..

“Oh Danno~!” Danny’s father bellows merrily as he bounces down the stairs.

“Crap. What do we do? Sam? Tucker?” Danny looks between the two in panic.

Too soon, his father reaches them.

“So, what’re you kids up to? Danny-boy showing off the family business- Er, Danny? Why are you wearing a dress?”

“Be-Because I’m a girl?” Danny stutters out.

Mr. Fenton gasps.

“Egads, this whole time?!?” He rushes quickly back to the stairs, talking as he goes. “Jazzypants was right; I have been missing out on important details of my kids’ lives! I better tell Maddy and crack open those parenting books, fix paperwork…”

He pauses shortly at the top step, turning back to the trio.

“Don’t worry, Dan- Er, Daughter! I’ve got everything under control.” He poses confidently.

“Er, thanks Dad.” Danny calls back.

Another crash, and Mr. Fenton is gone. Somehow having completely missed Danny’s snow white hair and glowing green eyes in his fervor…

“Soo…” Tucker breaks the following awkward silence. “What now? Are you like, actually a girl, dude?”

“Tucker!” Sam reprimands.

Danny stares down at the floor, blushing brightly. “I don’t know. Maybe? This whole thing kinda snowballed out of control.”

“Well,” Sam determines, “Whoever and whatever you are, you’ll always be our friend. Right Tucker?”

“Right.” Tucker grins.

The two have to head home for the night and leave with reassuring pats to Danny’s shoulders. Danny dodges his family and heads straight to bed.

–

The following morning Danny wakes dress-and-glowstick free, to the sound of a small voice calling from above.

Danny cracks open their eyes to find…

A little green floating blob, with its own eyes staring right back.

“Agh!” Danny shouts in surprise.

“Agh!” The blob shouts in reply.

The two continue staring, and then-

“Ahem! Er, um, I'm glad to have your attention.” The blob mimes straightening a necktie.

“You can talk?!” Danny splutters in shock.

“Yes, well. I do have a mouth, don't I?”

“Uhm-”

“Nevermind.” The ghost continues. “I, my new companion, am Blobby! The blob ghost. I have been sent from the Ghost Zone to be your new familiar!” If the ghost had a chest, it would be puffing up proudly. Danny could tell.

“Familiar? Ghost Zone? Blobby?!? - Wait, no, the name makes sense… But what's going on here?” Danny's head was spinning.

“You, my friend, have been selected to be - wait for it - an all new, super cool, Ghostly Magical Girl!” The little ghost zooms around the room in excitement.

“You get to have neat powers, a frilly black dress, a fancy transformation sequence, and, best of all, the pleasure of my company! All to protect Amity from the crazy ghosts that will no doubt invade your town now that the portal’s been opened. You’re welcome!” Blobby smiles brightly.

“But I don't want to be a magical girl.” Danny argues frustratedly.

Blobby stares seriously, deep into Danny’s eyes.

“Are you sure about that?”

Danny raises a hand to argue further, then stops herself.

Blobby nods with satisfaction.

“But wait, what did you mean by ‘ghostly’?”

“By 'ghostly', I mean ghostly! You’re now half ghost. You can fly, turn invisible, walk through walls, who knows where your limits lie!”

“Ugh, my parents are gonna kill me!” Danny groans.

“Ah, ah, ah~” Blobby chirps, “Half-kill you!”

Danny decides to save that existential crisis for later, and instead begins getting up for the day.

Blobby fades out with a simple wave.

-

It's not that being a magical girl doesn't sound cool to Danny, it does. Dresses and superpowers seem pretty great, actually. But everything happened so quickly, and are magical girls allowed to be astronauts?

What if this stops her from going to space?!

Plus there's the whole ‘being half-dead’ thing. She's just going to avoid acknowledging that from now on, she thinks.

With worries floating through her head, Danny gets dressed and wanders down the stairs - only for Jasmine to intercept her on the landing.

“So. A girl, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Not into boys?”

“Nope.”

“Not even a little bit?” She tries.

“Nope.”

“Darn. Could've sworn.”

Danny rolls her eyes and carries on down the steps.

After a short duel with her breakfast and an awkward conversation with her trying-wayy-too-hard parents, Danny heads to Nasty Burger to meet up with her friends.

“...So?” Tucker says.

“Well…?” Sam adds.

The two flick their eyes over Danny questioningly until finally, she breaks.

“Alright, yes, I'm a magical girl! You guys were right.” Danny throws her hands up in defeat.

“I knew it!” Sam shouts happily.

“Congrats dude!” Tucker grins.

“Thanks, I guess, but there's more to it than that.”

The ghostly-girl goes on to explain her morning conversation with Blobby and her worries about her newly minted powers.

As she gets more and more worked up, she begins to sparkle and float up from her seat.

Her friends go wide-eyed and quickly pull her back down.

“It's alright Danny; things’ll work out!” Sam assures.

Danny goes to argue, only for Tucker to cut in with:

“Yeah, Danica, you seriously need to chill.”

“Danica!?!” Danny cries in outrage.

“Yeah, you know. Thought you might wanna give some new names a try. Darlene?” Tucker continues arily.

“Tucker-” Danny growls.

“Daphne?” Sam idly suggests.

“I know what you’re doing-”

“Delilah? Darcy?” Tucker posits.

“That's it!”

Danny jumps from her seat and chases the two wildly out of the restaurant; Sam and Tucker grinning madly all the while. The whole trio quickly bursts into laughter once they make it outside, and soon collapse in a nearby park together gasping for air.

Only, Danny’s exhales are a bit more misty than the weather calls for…

Blobby appears suddenly before them, an urgent look on his face. The trio hastily return to their feet.

“So sorry to interrupt, but Danny? Do you remember that thing I briefly mentioned-”

A scream echoes from the other side of the park.

“-About ghostly invaders?” Blobby fidgets nervously.

“Er, yeah?”

A trashcan goes flying over the group’s heads.

“We’re gonna need you to transform like, now, dude.” Tucker says.

“Right. How do I do that?” Danny asks, looking back toward Blobby.

A group of panicked picnickers scramble past the four, not even noticing the floating familiar.

The ghost wiggles anxiously in the air. “Simply have your friends cover for you, think magical ghost thoughts, and say a cool catchphrase.”

“Guys?”

“Right!”

Sam and Tucker huddle Danny up against a nearby wall.

“Alright, by the power of graysku-!”

“Nope.”

“In the name of the moon, I will-!”

“Nu-uh.”

“Er, I'm going ghost?” Danny tries.

“That works.”

“I'm going ghost!”

Vibrant green light erupts around Danny as she suddenly floats off the ground. Her colors turn to negatives in a bright sweep of light, and with a twirl her gothic dress appears.

Her transformation finishes just in time. In the sky, flying towards them with flames in her hands, a screeching ghost woman makes her appearance.

Sam and Tucker flee with a short “Good luck!” Leaving Danny to narrowly dodge the incoming fireballs on her own.

“Blobby? What am I supposed to do now?!”

“Try jumping and punching.”

“Gee, thanks!”

Danny does, in fact, try jumping and punching. And kicking. And a whole lot of flailing around in general, really.

Results? Mixed.

But the attempts mostly end with her bruised and the evil ghost lady cackling madly.

“Alright, this clearly isn't working. Any other ideas?”

“Yeah!” Blobby shouts, “Try blasting her.”

“How?” A singed Danny urges.

“Imagine your hand is a gun!”

Danny sighs deeply, dodges another ball of flame, resigns herself to what she's about to do, then lines up her aim and-

-Huh. Apparently finger guns can be deadly.

The blast is excessive, spreading shockwaves far through the surrounding area. Impact comes with an amazing burst of blinding bright light and an echoing “I’ll get you~!!”

When the dust finally settles, the day is clear. The park is a wreck. The ghost lady, Blobby, and the dress are all gone. Sam and Tucker peak out from behind a nearby tree.

Danny catches her breath and collapses back onto the ground. Sam and Tucker join her.

“Huh. Maybe this ‘magical girl' thing isn't so bad after all.” She decides. “That was kind of fun.”

[ljblueteak]

Review of Give My Regards to Broad Street, Nov. 6, 1984

All idealism aside, it's obvious that today's youth view the Beatles as a nostalgic phenomenon from a past era which somehow seems even more intangible since the death of John Lennon in 1980.

Bearing this in mind, one wonders what criteria should be used in reviewing Paul McCartney's Give My Regards to Broad Street. Should it be viewed as a production intended or the general movie going audience, or as one which caters primarily to the McCartney/Beatles fan movement? In all honesty, the film falls flat in the former category, while it soars in the latter and for that reason alone one should go the obvious route: the film is designed for a theoretic pre-sold audience (much like Star Trek or James Bond films) and as such should be judged in that manner.

It's been fourteen years since McCartney's last celluloid appearance (1970's Let it Be) and twenty since the Beatles classic, A Hard Day's Night, yet he has managed to effortlessly step in front of the camera again and exude the same charm and vibrancy which made him and the other Fabs (as in Fab Four, for those of you who missed out on it during the '60s) such a sensation at press conferences and on television appearances.

He has the ability to take his role very seriously, yet at the same time making the audience feel as though he's saying, 'why don't we have a bit of fun and music with me guitar?' It's that quality of Broad Street which allows it to succeed at the level it does.

There is a plot (albeit an extremely contrived one, which focuses on missing tapes for McCartney's new album, and the fact that if they're not recovered by midnight the star's empire will be handed over to an unscrupulous businessman with big ears and sun glasses. Egad!), what's an ex-Beatle to do? Why break into song, of course, and that's precisely the direction the film takes.

While the clock ticks away, the unflappable McCartney takes every opportunity to grab wife Linda, old buddy Ringo Starr, such rock star favorite as Dave Edmunds and Eric Steward, and perform (whether in the recording studio, on the set of a motion picture or in fantasy sequences) new versions of Beatles classics ("For No One," "Yesterday," "Eleanor Rigby,") McCartney solo hits ("Silly Love Songs," "Ballroom Dancing," So Bad,") and new numbers ("No More Lonely Nights," "No Values," "Not Such a Bad Boy").

The musical direction is quite effective, especially considering that it goes against the fast cutting trends of of such films as Flashdance or Footloose. The proceedings are handled smoothly, from the simplicity of McCartney strumming his guitar and cooing a Beatles medley to the elaborate futuristic backdrop of "Silly Love Songs." In fact the only musical sequence that falls flat is an instrumental called "Eleanor's Dream," which is a tedious exercise taking place in the 18th Century that is totally incongruous with the rest of the film.

While the supporting cast, ranging from Ringo to Sir Ralph Richardson (in his lead role) does its job, it's McCartney who's really on center stage at all times, and director Peter Webb manages to make his star shine throughout.

Give My Regards to Broad Street is a pleasant enough diversion to the movies, and, depending on how you regard McCartney and the Beatles, it will either give you cause to sing along, or wish they'd just "Let it Be."

--Ed Gross Jr.

Emphasis mine!

[nfumbewalk]

Opening

A candle I had burned for my son. Its his zodiac sign color, red for Aries. The knot in the wick still has me concerned.

Well, I've been recently been thinking of my opening and attunement that's been happening for the last two years. Its apparently all been due to me accepting muertos and embracing them into my life. Mostly Rodolfo. He's been instrumental in many changes that have happened in me and my environment. He took many of my fears away and helped me realize that I need to chill out and let my intuition come to me at full force - stop trying to muffle it or deny it.

I did not know my full power. And, my dad didn't tell me much until near his death about muertos speaking to him. Plus his amazing intuition, which now I remember witnessing often. My dad was very empathic and tuned in. As a kid, I went to him when I was ill in the middle of the night - he knew before it happened because he was awake and waiting for me with medicine. Mom never awoke.

Dad was so special and had the temper of a devil. But most times, he was gentle to me. Such a Scorpio too! He was quite interested in astrology and witches, and the powers of stones and plants. He had a learning disability, so his focus was off, but he remained interested in some stuff that I did. I think his death last year has really blown off the lid. I'm so open now!

Before he died, I couldn't hear my relatives talking to me, and really, not many other muertos - just Rodolfo. Seriously! I hear both of my grandpa's, one grandma, my dad, and now - my mom! I know other muertos will come. Hopefully it won't be too overwhelming. I know I'm not making this up. The things they say are so separate from the things that I think of. Their words are nothing like mine. And I've mentioned that they sound SO weird!!

My mom, who I had not heard from since she died in 2006, sounded low and warbly. The women have. Men sound kind of high pitched and whiny like old time radio from the 1930's. Yes, I've heard very old radio. Lol! Now, Rodolfo sounds normal. I think its because he's been dead longer. He sounds kind of like Cheech from Cheech & Chong. He took no offense when I said that. But his voice register is a bit lower.

So, I don't have any idea if my attunement is still happening or not. Oh, Rodolfo just said its not over yet! Egads. What's next?!? I don't know of many other relatives to die. Phew! But, I mentioned Tom's stepdad Chuck. I do think he would communicate with me if he passed. He's already giving away belongings, like a $300 watch to Tom. And a exquisite leather coat to me. He was very wealthy, but lost money due to his son and his other stepson. I hope he will hang on for a bit, unless he is really ready to go. I swear I'm the Angel of Death. I was there when both my parents died!! Well, my dad was gone a little bit before I arrived, but I was holding my mom's hand when she died. 10 minutes to 10 AM, December 16th 2006. Dad was August 25th 2023.

You all can see Rodolfo's tombstone on the header of this blog. He was only 35 years old when he died. He told me he was shot in the guts. I believe him, but Tom is skeptical. The Free Souls are a super cool MC (motorcycle club) but they were/are still dangerous af!!! He didn't make it very far in the Army - his tombstone reads, "PFC." That's Private First Class, very low on the totem pole. He must have gotten out, but honorably discharged because his rank is allowed on his stone. If dishonorably discharged, the military won't let that tombstone happen.

Rodolfo has also said his hand got mangled - perhaps that was the military discharge?!? I've mostly just seen his face and silhouette, so I haven't seen his mangled hand yet. Interesting to just put that together. Look! Neurons firing!! 😂 I think he's proud of me! Haha! He got his tequila today and its going pretty quick. His ritual this morning should have been longer.

I'll make it up to him when I do the Siphoning of the Earth with my Baston de Muerto! Rodolfo just loves it. Dunno why but I see a big grin. Probably because I developed this ritual move for and with him. Oh, and he loves this tool of mine, he says. "Baston de Muerto," means Dead Man's Staff, or Cane. Mine is the staff that you can see in all of Rodolfo's altar photos, on the right side, next to his vessel (bottle). Its a bit over 5' so its taller than me. I'm 4'9". But I wield it very well!

Trying not to jump topics. Its all muertos, right? Lol. My post about Palo brought me another muerto today. My dead Tata. He told me a lot. He tried to comfort me. He kind of did. He said to remember that he was a Palero on the fringes of the religion and wasn't accepted either. That was there was no doubt that I can do it, but my own way. Also that I would need to search Spanish Palo books. He reiterated that these other Paleros that I knew couldn't initiate me for a reason. I wasn't meant to be a branch on their trees. Ill fitting and possibly cheats, they are. He also said that I'm not meant for all of the Regla, just some. Weird, huh? Another muerto!

My opening is still going strong! Apparently I have more work to do? I truly had a change in fortune start this September. I did some ritual work...must have really turned the wheels. Well, good!

Hope this was interesting!

M.M. 💖💀💖

[stabknives]

Master of Puppets truly is such a Chris song but it's ttoo cool for his playlist-

TWs: none its just me rambling about c/c and their dynamic a lil. also master of puppets

-and to be fair its. um. Chris from Richie's perspective. COME CRAWLING FASTER 🤗 OBEY YOUR MASTER 🫵 YOUR LIFE BURNS FASTER 🔥 OBEY! YOUR! MASTER! specifically, its a post betrayal song. before that richie thinks of christian... as his stupid elder brother... not the step dad but the dad that stepped up. they're family. God. they love each other the most, right? its not a matter of want. he doesn't want chris. and he doesn't admire him like he did when they were young, its true, but hes endlessly charmed by chris (how???? girl. wake up). she likes christians puns and his weird quirks and how he doesnt cuss and how he says things like oh shucks and egads and darn it. but that starry eyed admiration isnt there. he doesnt think of christian as an all powerful all knowing god anymore. he just loves him (codependantly and psychotically and abusively, yes, but still. its love. sorry to thos who think love is only a force of good or w/e.)

for christian thats not good enough.

Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings!

Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams!

Blinded by me, you can't see a thing!

made the short little post about how chris is a big part of the reason charlie is so bizarre, and it was jokey in tone. obviously chris knows hes the one at fault. he raised redd, after all. it is a feature not a bug.

ill make a post about their reunion after chris is out of college and rich is out of the asylum, but not yet. all we need to talk about rn is that in that time, redd's affection shifted from bratty but ultimately blind to mocking (its called teasing) and brash and- and disrespectful. he acts like he doesnt even need chris. which is insane. CLEARLY he needs christian. just- just look at what he's become in their time apart.

chris wants to be charlie's top priority. not be among his top priorities. his priorities are silly and childish and inappropriate. he should really lie back and let chris do the thinking. just like old times. dressing like a woman and putting on burlesque shows is obscene. this is even worse thn when you said you wanted to run off and join the circus together. (christian would NOT make a good ringleader, but thank you, charlie.)

redd's dreams are pointless, so christian will try his damndest to make that clear. by demeaning him snidely, backhanded compliments with claims of just being concerned... a stepford smiler to the core if there ever was one.

it doesnt matter how charlie loves chris if its not the way chris wants to be "loved". and she learns this lesson, only when its too late. Master of puppets is about how drugs will consume and obliterate you whether you seek more out or not and that too is ChrisRich... Especially since Chris utilizes Charlie's addiction so often to his advantage. To say the least.

[slenbee]

can i hear some about your ocs? 👀

-vibrates excitedly-

Hello!! Yes!! I'm on mobile browser so this might take a while LOL.

Its 11:35pm est as I start so let's go oooooo.

-My oldest and first oc was a character I made in the 8th grade of middleschool (out of 12 in USA schools). As corny as she was, her name was Angel and she was... a vampire. Yes, very Buffy inspired lol. Your typical blonde haired blue eyed kick ass oc who was also a vampire and demon hunter. I wrote her into a devil may cry 3 fanfic on paper that was 15 pages long. I still have this paper in a plastic tote behind my bed. :') I still rp her with my best friend of 18 years who I met online, Jimmy, but only in name and appearance sense.

She is like a self insert for any Fandom rp as a pokemon trainer, digimon tamer, monster hunter, demon slayer, you get the idea.

-My second oc is ever made and still have a soft spot for is Izekiel. I also made him in the early 2000s, 2008 to be exact! He's a being from the realm of shadows where all creatures start out as like tiny wisps with no sentience or control that consume their own kind to grow stronger and evolve. He eventually grew and developed sentience over thousands of years, able to take and hold a solid form, and even cross into the mortal plane via shadow.

He also sorta looks like a homestuck troll... and that WAS NOT intententional. I've never even read homestuck. xD.

Heres some pictures via his rprepository page:

I've had a lot of other ocs I've made and gotten rid of between 2008 and now I've forgotten about, so it's hard to remember who came next....

-I rp'd my own version of loki both mcu versions and aus, from like... 2016>2022. A lot of rps or fics I've done are on my Ao3!

-I made my own vlad/dracula as well! Visually based off of the dracula from Dracula II: Ascension (one of my favorite movies) with my own backstory.

ill talk about Slendy another time, I don't really rp them lol.

-I have Null (they/them) who I made last year, who is a forest spirit who absorbed the remains of a fallen adventurer and took in their sentience and thus took over the skeletal remains. Roots and vines keeping bones together while their essence inhabitants it. They wear a shaggy cloak and use a walking stick. They also have the demeanor and mannerisms of an elderly grandparent, moving through the mortal realm peddling tea and exotic berries or fruits. In their forest realm they can use magic to return to (think dnd and moving across long distaces with trees) they have a small cottage and some gardens.

They also house honey bees in their rib cage sometimes and other displaced insects or small animals lol.

-I've got Nux (he/him), my 4 foot tall doxie treasure hunter who I based off of my dog Tony. :3 He's got a deep southern voice and is very kind and courteous, especially around women. He wears a treasure hunters hat often and will tip it like a cow boy hat essentially. He's very much a short king (in a good way) with a heart of gold, and is my comfort character because I love my dog so much. ♥

I've got other minor ones I dont rp much as well which can be found here:

Thank you for the ask anon!

Disclaimer below before people come into my asks to start shit.

Yes, there -are- a couple Ai references on some of the newer characters on my character list. But they are just that. -References- for private and personal use. I do not claim them as my own or to have 'made' them. They are reference images until I can get the money to commission artwork from real artists as I -have- done on some characters already like Heroine.

I know and am aware of the environmental impact. How some big ones scraped peoples art. But again, please remember, this was for personal and private use. Me sharing this information with everyone in an ask about my oc blorbos now isn't a reason for anyone to suddenly come throw hate at me for turning my irl dog into the furry equivilent of a 4 foot treasure hunter.

If i used someone else's furry art as a reference, I'd get hate.

If I use ai as a reference, I'd get hate.

Its a lose lose either way, at least from how I see it.

Just.. please don't hate. It's now 12:25am and I'm tired lol.

[mychlapci]

Okay .im normal . One thing about tfa *straining to remain normal* that I like to think about is that hypothetical s4 episode where cosmos *visibly struggling* comes to earth and loses his memory and thinks hes supposed to take it over. I just know he would be so cute . And maybe run into slipstream and soundwave, who convince cozzy they're all on the same conquering earth team , and . egads. Its happening again

tfa cosmos looks so adorable. i would have loved to see him. um. I would have loved to see him in action!

[clatterbane]

My chariot awaits!

Yes, Mr. C went and picked up his new baby on his lunch break, basically as soon as he was sure the bank transfer had cleared so they'd let him have it. I really don't blame the guy for being eager. It is his first car, on a spanking new license.

https://www.motortrend.com/reviews/2008-volvo-v70-wagon-review/

He does seem very proud of what is possibly the most nondescript vehicle on the roads of Malmö. I honestly think it's kinda cute. (And also that the Stealth Car is funny in its own way.)

Yup, it is very Volvo wagon. Not much else to say about it. Seems comfy enough to ride around in, and it does indeed have plenty of cargo room to haul assorted shit including my chair around in. If there were any moose in this part of the country, you probably couldn't find a better vehicle to run into one with. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Egads, I really have turned into THAT boring middle-aged person.

Anyway, the cargo space did already come in handy! Our newly minted driver had to take me out for a spin, and that also looked like a good opportunity to pick up this sucker.

That would be that bunch of brewing shit I ordered from Poland, and was not looking forward to wrestling home from the shopping center pickup point. Foot for scale. It's not heavy, just bulky and a right PITA to wrangle in from the parking lot even. (Using my lap as a handy dolly again.)

But yeah, we got it home with much less hassle than before vehicle. I am also vaguely plotting a shopping trip or two for the weekend, because I really am that old and overly domesticated.

Still struggling more than a little with actually having a vehicle available again, and not being legal to drive it around myself. (Hell, that's actually an automatic, so I could totally one-legged drive it right now, no problem. Assuming I actually had working glasses/contacts. 😒) But, that is a completely different story that I don't need to get started into right at the moment. Just too many conflicted feelings going on right now, though.

[usamey]

thinking about how nathan has the cutest lil crows feet but you cant see em unless he smiles which unfortunately is rarely if ever </3

[enlighten3d]

egads josh and adele script be upon ye!! (its hm idk cuz i wrote this rlly late at night egh so i think the start is ok but not the endddd)

Josh: “People change! Hell, I’m an example of that! But you’re…nothing like you anymore”

“You’re so full of anger and hate, I can’t help you!” 

Adele: “I didn’t ask for help.”

Josh: “I know. 

Josh: “I want to help you.”

Adele:

“I don’t need any, I’m the same person I was when we met, you’re too naive to see that you were wrong.”

“You don’t understand! People are messed up in the head and you’re one of them Josh, I can’t even begin to explain why I even call you that-“

Josh: “Do you love me though?”

Adele: “…”

ITS SO BAD. BUT THEY MADE ME SOB ANYWAYS. OUGH THE ENDING IS MEH BUT YEAGDHRFJ

OUHHHH NOOOO THIS IS INSANE AND I AM IN PAIN WHY LARK, WHYYYYYYYYY

jodele.... they need to never fucking talk again (for joshs own wellbeing; adele can suffer)

but. adele calling josh messed up in the head. honey... no... youre projecting onto him ..

lark this is not okay. (/pos)

josh still wants to help her but she cant even lie to him that she loves him (she probably does love him but in a very very fucked up way that doesnt rly qualify as love)

🧍

[olddirtybadfic]

Your Narf is My Drug

The mice have driven me so insane, I wrote a fic with a Kesha parody about it.

It's to the tune of "Your Love is My Drug."

-O-o-O-o-O-

(Brain sits amidst the smoking debris of his latest plan.)

Brain: This is a hot mess we’ve gotten into.

Pinky: (sing-songily) Look at all the shinies! (tosses broken pieces into the air and hops around underneath them as they fall on his head) Zounds, Brain! I caught them all! (laughs hysterically)

Brain: (glares, folds arms) Speaking of hot messes….

(Brain’s vision suddenly turns to slow-motion. He takes in the gliding of Pinky’s supple limbs, Pinky’s lithesome hips swirling like the spirals of Brain’s hypnosis machines. The wreckage rain reflects the light in such a way that Pinky glows to rival the Pleiades.)

Brain: Emphasis on hot….Egad, what am I thinking?! This is preposterous! This is absurd! This is….

(He clutches at his head, as if that would quell the desire flaring up like so many bunsen burners. He finally breaks down at the pile of smashed electronics.)

Brain: Will you never cease that infernal buzzing?! (pounds wickle mousey fists on table)

(The rhythmic buzzing from the broken contraption starts to arrange itself into a poppy synth bassline. The pounding of Brain’s fists on the table provides the beat.)

(First verse) Brain: I feel like Captain Ahab; I’m too sunken in the deep. Emotional repression Is losing me all my sleep.

There’s no time to dilly-dally; My world domination calls. I’m stuck with this dishy dope and Hearing him spew his spurtive squalls!

(Pre-chorus) Our two fates are intertwined; What far-off planets have aligned? This novel factor’s undefined. I can’t get Pinky off my mind!

(Chorus) His narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf. I say, his narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf.

(Second verse) His cranium’s harder than gneiss; I’m telling him everything thrice. My mind and heart in vises: I can chart this diacrisis.

I can’t resist his whimsy. All my defenses, flimsy. My schemes will surely be impacted If I go on being so damn distracted!

(Pre-chorus) Our two fates are intertwined; What far-off planets have aligned? This sequence is not my design. I can’t get Pinky off my mind!

(Chorus) His narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf. I say, his narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf.

(Bridge) I must fight to gain control, But every hour takes its toll. I try so hard to keep my cool But still I fall for this fine fool!

(Pinky comes in, twirling glow sticks. He has painted geometric shapes on himself with non-toxic mouse safe glow-in-the-dark body paint. When he turns around, Brain can see that Pinky has somehow painted a neon yellow line down his own back, ending in a neon pink heart over his butt.)

Pinky: Braaiiiin~ Just a suggestion…. Why don’t we have a bath in some warm salad dressing? Does that sound like some silly-willy fun-fun? Is my fjord your drug? POIT! Your drug? ZORT! Your drug? NARF! Your drug? Is my—FJORD!—your drug?

Brain: No! Pinky, you’ll get us copyright-stricken!

(Chorus) Oh, Brain! My narf, my narf, my narf Stole your heart! My narf, my narf, my narf! You said my narf, my narf, my narf Stole your heart! My narf, my narf, my narf!

You said my zort, my zort, my zort Is your drug! My zort, my zort, my zort! You said my zort, my zort, my zort Is your drug! My zort, my zort, my zort!

(The buzzing synth line stops.)

Braaiiiiin~ Brainy-cakes… (flirty giggle) Sooooo… (delirious laughter) My narf, my narf, my narf, my narf, is your drug. I like your tail.

(A giant “DMCA” falls on Brain’s head. He crawls out from underneath it, looking especially worse for wear.)

Brain: I suspect this comedown will be particularly hard.

-O-o-O-o-O-

The abyss is quite inviting if you gaze long enough.

[yamatossideboob]

ONE PIECE 1130 Spoilers!

This week's snoozings:

THIS NEFARIOUS BANDIT, FIRST WOMEN THEN CARPENTERS AND NOW SWORDS??! FROM A SLEEPING YAMATO?!!

I enjoy that the other half of the crew just has confidence in the missing ones by now. That's trust right there babes.

also "shark network" Jinbei has ears on the street we love that for Fish Papa

huh. we actually are on Elbaph. somehow that's more surprising.

also yeah its 'Elbaph' after all. I preferred 'Eblaf' but this will suffice

I love this environment right here, very Painted World of Ariamus

its a fun detail that we get their crew jobs I like it :]

Piper good we love owls here

The detail of the bridge plank gaps being obstacles for human-sized folks is so so good, I love itttttttt

goofylaugh.mp4

DORRY AND BROGY GETTING RECOGNITION WE LOVE ITTTTTTTTT

also yeah its been clear for a while that this would happen, but the fact that everyone about to see Luffy as the killer of the world famous humble genius is. troubling. Morgans has blood on his wing hands.

thanks Robin now i'm wondering about Beri inflation rates. I fucking know Oda has this written down somewhere. Did One Piece have a gold standard? Someone badger him about this for a future SBS.

the line about the WEJ having intel everywhere... is this foreshadowing...

that X added to Luffy's photo DEFINITELY is foreshadowing though, Vivi is otw nakama!!!!

omfg is this why Oda split the crew up??? so that the rest wouldn't recognise the X??? that crafty fucker

oh Hajrudin is a prince?? related to Loki?? juicy 👀

I have a feeling that this arc will involve Hajrudin and thats how we'll finally get the Grand Fleet back in the story.

this character introduction goes H A R D. the second I saw this double page I got seriously ominous feelings.... Loki is going to be a serious threat, it's guaranteed. What terror will he wrought...

oh noes he has twisted the Sun God prophecy, he has corrupted the narrative of hope for diabolical purposes D:

ok but no this arc has gotten Serious. Loki is finally here! and fucking scary! Two week break now, but he's bound to get unbound in short order! and show us a terrifying fruit ability! Egads!!

Until next time nakama! 💪✖️