#I’m gonna ponce

[ravenempress101]

Bruh I need a salesman imagine where he’s in it and he makes you scream where the neighbors know his name lord 😍😍🥲😭

I’m in my FERAL DAYS yall it’s bad on the first day

[wonderland-luna]

just making sure we all know ramtteo supremacy is still very present here

[ahalliance]

antoine + étoiles insane moments, p.2. aka the ass saga. p1 here

transcript + context for some of the clips below

[Video Transcript:

[First clip plays.]

Rivenzi: You want to see Etoiles’ ass, of course…

Antoine: Yeah, I’m gonna stare at your ass, Etoiles…

Etoiles: Fuck, what dread, during Popcorn [a talkshow Etoiles had been invited on the previous week], when I went up to the map and you said that, and I thought ‘whoa—‘

Antoine: Sorry

[Second clip plays: the moment during Popcorn]

PA/Domingo: Antoine Daniel has posted a tweet for us: ‘I wanted to look at this map of Africa, but Etoiles’ ass in the shape of a standing bell is driving me crazy. Smiley face with eyes in the shape of hearts.’

[Third clip plays: a continuation of the first clip.]

Antoine: Sorry, bro…

Ponce: Oh but that tweet, besides

Rivenzi: A standing bell…

Antoine: What’s more is that I never tweet and when I do it’s to tweet this sort of shit

Ponce: That’s exactly what I told myself. When PA read the tweet, I thought to myself, ‘but he never tweets!’ And he tweets to talk about Etoiles’ ass

Antoine: There needs to be a good reason, you see

[Fourth clip plays: a clip from the Team du Lundi’s minecraft server.]

JDG: Someone (in chat) said, ‘I can’t tell whether the atmosphere is good tonight or—‘

Antoine: It sucks, it sucks

Florence: You don’t need to ask every time, it always sucks

Baghera: Always sucks. Especially when Etoiles talks about ass [which had been a previous topic of discussion for him that night]

Antoine: Stooop, I enjoy it

Mynthos: You enjoy it?

JDG: It’s true tonight that it’s more weird than bad

Antoine: I like it when Etoiles talks about ass….

[Fifth clip plays: a second and different clip from Popcorn.]

Etoiles: —you’re not allowed to tell me that [Xari claimed to not know much about cinema]. I know you, I studied, because you’re my rival [in pop culture]. I really enjoy what you do in life, Xari, and you’re really knowledgeable about cinema

Antoine: What do you mean he’s your rival? And I’m just shit?

Etoiles: You, you’re my lover

Antoine: Oh yeah, sorry, my bad

PA/Domingo: One of the three is gonna die soon. There’s a whole situation, there’s a whole lore

[Sixth clip plays: a clip from the QSMP.]

Antoine: Don’t you want to get married, dude?

Etoiles: Well, I don’t have the time to fuck

Antoine: What the fuck?!

Etoiles: I don’t have time to fuck, dude. I just need to kill everyone

Antoine: No but just a marriage, you see. You’ve watched Game of Thrones— you haven’t watched Game of Thrones, you can’t know how marriages work in that series

Etoiles: I’ve watched it, but I’m married to the street, dude. I can’t give out my heart that quickly

Antoine: Yeah but you can give out your ass quickly, no?

Etoiles: No, frankly, my ass—

Antoine: What the fuck?!

Etoiles: Giving out your ass takes time, dude

Antoine: What the fuck…

Etoiles: Then again, I need to think about it. I’ll give you my answer. I need to discuss, and everything

Antoine: I’m tired of getting betrayed. You get married with someone else—

Etoiles: Never in a million years!

Antoine: —it’s like yesterday. Apparently Maximus got the mic from his ass removed while I wasn’t there. I was supposed to be the one to do it

Etoiles: Oh okay, so I’m your second choice?

[Overlapping]

Antoine: No! It was just to help him—

Etoiles: No, but, okay

Antoine: He got— listen—

Etoiles: There’s no problem!

Antoine: Fuck, nevermind

Etoiles: There’s no issue! Oh, so you’re opening my chest and stealing?

Antoine: I was just looking! Out of curiosity

Etoiles: Yeah, that’s it

Antoine: I don’t even understand what’s in it

Etoiles: Yeah, out of curiosity. Dude, your opinion on my cave?

Antoine: Well frankly it’s big

end Video Transcript.]

[coff33notforme]

Infatuation

A/n: The tumblr girlies gonna love this one, this isn't all explicit it's got some fluff in it surprisingly, I don't know the Danny Johnson brainrots hit me in the middle of the night

Warnings: explicit content, brief mentions of nudity, hickeys,

Gn! Reader, no pronouns used

You gasped, as Danny began to kiss and suck every inch of your now exposed neck. Fresh hickeys blooming along your soft skin.

Your attempt to pry the cloaked man off you proved futile as he continued, devouring you like a wild animal, drinking in your senses as you wriggled under neath his arousing touch.

Your heavy lidded eyes tried desperately to stay open as they lazily darted across the room watching, expecting someone to walk in on you two at any moment, you’d be mortified if another survivor walked in on you, the way you turned to putty in the masked man's hands, the way your legs shook under his touch, a lustful fog filling your head and all you could think about was him and how good he made you feel.

Danny's hips thrusted into yours, pinning you to the wall as his hands slowly traveled down your body, sending shivers down your spine as your breath hitched.

His hands cupped your ass as he lifted you into his arms, instinctively your legs wrapped around his torso not wanting to be dropped onto the muddy floor below you. Danny pulled away for a moment offering you a shit eating grin obviously proud of how you clung to him so needily.

“Getting comfy, babe?” he poked, using the pet name he liked to taunt you with, and while you couldn’t see the rest of his face through the mask you knew if you did he would look just as cocky.

You offered him a light hearted glare, trying your best to look irritated as you rolled your eyes.

“Do you ever shut up?” you quipped, Danny let out a raspy chuckle, before his face was back to being buried in the crook of your neck laying kisses and marks along your skin, his tongue gliding across you like a brush against paper.

You tried stifling your breathy moans as Danny drew closer and closer to your collarbone, you held your breath, clenching your eyes shut before he paused, much to your surprise. Your eyes fluttered open, as you arched a brow. 

“Why’d you stop?” your voice came out meek, almost a hush of disappointment.  

“Take your shirt off.” your eyes widened at his sudden demand. 

“What!?” you whispered, suddenly mindful of your volume, fearful someone was listening. 

“I can’t taste all of that pretty body of yours with this in the way.” he purred, twisting the hem of your shirt. You paused for a moment, maybe this wouldn’t be all so bad if you could get something out of it too. You gave out a low hum in response. 

“Okay, I’ll take my shirt off, if you take your mask off.” a complacent look spreading across your face as the masked man fell silent, before letting out an airy sigh. 

“Deal.” you grinned, your eyes brightening as he began to tug the mask off, revealing his short choppy black hair, his brown eyes meeting yours once again as that signature smirk returned. 

“Like what you see?” he cooed 

“Fuck, your hot.” you whispered, no trace of maliciousness in your tone as you watched Danny with admiration. Danny felt his face become warm and a fuzzy feeling clouded his chest. He wasn’t becoming flustered, fuck, no way. 

“Your turn.” he mustered, his confidence returning as he shook the fluffy thoughts from mind. 

“Alright put me down.” Danny obliged, setting you to the ground as you began to pull and tug the thin cotton shirt off revealing your now bare top. You felt

Danny's predatory gaze send goosebumps up and down your skin. Danny ponced on you like a hungry dog. Quickly pinning you to the wall once again. You felt your heart hammering against your chest. 

“I’m gonna have a lot of fun with you, babe.”

Yippee, Reblogs are appreciated!

[cleminthewriter]

Mom says it's my turn to give the demon drugs

So context:

This was both inspired by this post and by the conversations I had with friends on discord. We joked up the concept of Clyde eating Alex's weed gummies cause i remember hearing somewhere it's fav candy was gummy bears. Ultimately, this lead to this 1.7k word fic being created. I hope everyone is in for a ride. It should be noted I've never been on weed, so there's probably some inaccuracies. Just pretend that cause of veldigun.

(nevermind the veldigun in canon can't get drunk or high but ssshh)

If there are issues involving boundaries, this will be deleted.

Tw for Drugs (weed)

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By now, Alex knew what to expect the second they got home from work: Clyde getting up to some kind of mischief or somewhere sleeping (Depended on whether they had the night or day shift), all while a bunch of random hallucinations danced around like sugar plums on christmas. Usually the hallucinations were depicting the shadows of kids, that weird ghost they disguised themself as, or a being that looked like it and a larger being Alex had theories on being that “partner” it’s looking for.

What Alex did not expect was a thousand, pretty much shapeless, hallucinations in bright, neon colors, which were spinning around the living room as if it were a planetarium. In the middle of it all, laying upside down in a pile of blankets, cushions, pillows and other such soft looking material that Alex could tell came from around the house, was Clyde, who had a thousand yard stare as it’s many different voices muttered things Alex couldn’t even vaguely understand.

Ok, so something was up with Clyde. Now the question was what.

Alex’s first thought was it somehow a sort of seasonal behavior thing, like the hibernation it went through a few months ago. Alex was praying that this time they wouldn’t accidentally get dragged into it, but then they looked at the walls the hallucinations were projected to. Their shape suddenly reminded Alex of something: 

Gummy Bears.

Alex recalled Clyde talking about it’s love of Gummy Bears some time ago, but why was it the hallucination? Alex figured, perhaps since Clyde was in this zoned out space, asking might work. “Clyde?” Alex called to get it’s attention. To Alex's shock, instead of being ignored, Clyde whipped it’s head towards them so fast it could have given Alex themself whiplash. The two stared at each other for a few seconds (Clyde’s was intense and locked directly on to Alex, while Alex’s was filled with vague fear and too afraid to look anywhere else).

“ALEX!” Clyde yelled as they quick moved into a position Alex immediately recognized. They were just barely able to dodge before Clyde moved to ponce. “They’re gonna eat me. This is the moment. I’m dead.” Alex's panicked mind told them. They braced for a second, preparing for an attack.

But the only attack they got was Clyde word vomiting.

“Ohmysixareyouokareyouhurtwhydidyougetoutofthewayineededtoprotectyoulankmannandthecaretakerscouldcomeforyouandidontwantthemtotakeyouimeanimagineifyougothurtidontwantyoutogethurtialreadylostmypartnerandidontwanttoloseyouaswellyoumattersomuchandineedtokeepyousafecomeoneletsgetyouinthenest-” 

Alex slowly stopped bracing and stared at the veldigun, who was now standing over them with a large, thick blanket (the one they got from the white elephant game last christmas. They remember it so well since Roy stole the panini press grill they got first). “Clyde what-” is what Alex started to say before said large, thick blanket was thrown on top of them. They could feel Clyde grab them and pick them up in said blanket, before dumping them onto the pile.

“There, with this blacket I found now we don’t need to worry about touch. I can keep you safe right here, only I go out.” Clyde stated like it didn’t sound like they were keeping them hostage. “Great plan I know!”

Alex was able to get their head out of the pile right before Clyde laid directly on top of them. Alex hadn’t felt this much weight on them since college when they visited a friend and their great dane sat directly on top of them. Only this time it felt like there were now three. Apparently, while Alex had been thinking of this, Clyde had begun talking again.

“-I mean, today you were a whole half hour late getting home. A whole half hour. This must mean you are hiding something, like you're getting questioned. Of course, you’d be the type to panic and accidentally reveal something. So someone’s gotta protect you.” Ah, so being in a weird state doesn’t change the fact they like to sass ok. Alex stopped paying complete attention when they looked at the creature’s eyes. … When did they get so red?

“-and I do care about you, and I never want to ever see you hurt. I miss you everyday you leave. Today I just sat on your bed for an hour missing you. Sitting on your bed wasn’t too bad though. I found these gummy bears in the bedside table drawer and-”

“WAIT GUMMY BEARS?!?!” Alex interrupted Veldigun's rant, for a horrible, terrible, completely awful realization came to Alex’s head. Clyde’s confusion only gave more fear to Alex.

“What about the gummies? Sure they tasted a little different from the usually gummy bears, and now i feel my ooze shifting around my entire body but I just assumed-”

“How many did you eat?” Alex firmly questioned.

“...I don’t know… Thirty-teen? I saved some cause I felt bad about eating all of them from you. That's a funny thing you do to me Alex, I feel bad doing “Mean” st-”

“Oh fuck…” Alex whispered. That horrible, terrible, completely awful realization has now grown thirty-teen times worse. Clyde still looked at them confused, before getting distracted and looking at one of the hallucinations.

“Haha, that one looks like a bear in a banan-” “Clyde those were my edibles.” Alex uttered in fear. “Your High. On Drugs. Weed.”

Clyde stopped and stared directly at Alex’s face. It seemed to contemplate things, or maybe it was pulling memories from some other they ate, looking for anyone who it ate that has eaten edibles. (Alex made a worthless attempt to escape the pile of blankets and other soft things while Clyde was in this state of thinking.)

“Why didn’t you label it?” Clyde questioned with an attitude.

“I don't know, it‘s in a personal location people shouldn’t be going though. Why were you looking in my bedside table?” Alex sassed back. 

“It was open!”

“Sure, sure. Can I leave-”

“NO!” it yelled as it wrapped its arms around the soft items pile it trapped Alex in. When Alex shut up, it looked them directly in the eyes.

“The caretakers, they probably know I’m here. They’re gonna tell Lankmann and then he’ll take you from me. You’ll be hurt and mistreated, and I’ll be alone and by myself again. I don’t want to lose you. I really don’t. But now if I keep you right here in this amazing nest I made, you’ll be nice and safe and warm and-” Clyde continued it’s rant on the importance of keeping Alex safe and protected from the terrible foundation. Alex listened intently to the veldigun; if they could’ve, they would have placed a hand on it’s cheek for comfort. 

The rant came to a pause as Clyde began pointing out the different hallucinations, and Alex decided to finally say something.

“Clyde, I had no idea you cared that much. I find it awfully sweet, however, you know I can’t stay in this… nest.” Alex softly explained. Clyde just gave it puppy dog eyes (how and when could it do that) as it started to cuddle.

Most likely, all this was because of weed, and not genuine. So while Alex was touched by it saying it cared about them, Alex should probably find some kind of distraction to get Clyde away from these thoughts until the high ended.

Luckily, they had a TV with a VHS player and some tapes in a cabinet on the other side of the room. Now to get Clyde off.

“Hey Clyde, since you don’t want me to leave the pile, what if you got some Non-Editable snacks for us to eat? I’m sure we’re both incredibly hungry.” Alex offered. Lucky for them, Clyde perked up at the mention of snacks. 

“I can do that! Can’t protect you if you're hungry!” it exclaimed as it got up and trotted to the kitchen, brightly colored hallucinations leaving with it.

Now was Alex’s turn to move.

They quickly (and quietly) escaped from the nest and snuck over to their VHS cabinet. Inside were a bunch of different video tapes, all Alex needed were some good videos with pretty colors and silly voices, preferably horror for Clyde. Alex was perfectly aware they had very little time to choose, and they had to act fast.

They began going through a rapid pace, trying to find the perfect one for Clyde to watch. From the kitchen, Alex could hear it go though cabinets for food. They also heard the dishwasher going off. Alex was now going to ignore the sounds coming from the kitchen. This was for the sake of sanity.

Alex, who noticed some of the bright colors returning to the room, eventually told themself “screw it” and grabbed a random tape. They removed it from the slip case, and inserted it right into the player as soon as they started to hear footsteps approach the living room. Right as Alex hit the play button, Clyde entered the room.

“What the hell Alex, get back in the-”

“La la la la, La la la la, Elmo’s world!”

…And Alex came to the horrible realization they inserted one of the joke gift they ended up with from the white elephant game two years ago: six vhs tapes of Sesame Street (remembered cause Lauren admitted it was just to get rid of old tapes her kids didn’t watch anymore). Alex thought they grabbed at least something scary, like Critters, cause they knew that was something Clyde would enjoy. But goddamn Sesame Street? This was a wild card. Clyde could either be unimpressed or decided “fuck it, they die”.

But surprisingly, neither happened. In fact, Clyde seemed to get… entranced by the show. Alex moved away from the TV so Clyde could get a better look. Said veldigun sat on the nest, putting down the “snacks” (Alex was pretty sure it brought back some dish soap, a sponge and what looked like all 5 bags of sandwich bread) it got, and just watched the show. Alex observed for a minute before also joining in on watching Sesame Street.

The rest of the night was spent in this way, just watching those tapes of Sesame Street. They’d occasionally joke and chat, but it was mostly quiet from that moment on. It was quite nice. Soon, both would pass out from sheer exhaustion, Clyde would finally be sober from weed and deny remembering anything from that night (Alex couldn’t tell if it was lying or had genuinely greened out from gummies), and Alex won’t make mention of this night to it. 

But right now, they were just a human and a veldigun, one high as a kite, and just chilling watching some puppets sing.

[lonely-soul-02]

Oasis interview with Steve Lamacq 1997

Isolated quotes

Been meaning to do this for a while as I've found myself looking for these quotes now and again. Listening more carefully to the interview, they were clearly each other's biggest fans, but could only muddle their way through any form of mutual praise.

11:11

Int - Who are you playing to?

Noel - On stage - on stage I just want him - and it’s like - and there's only me and him that will ever get this. When he turns to me and I turn to him at one guitar break or whatever and we both just look at each other [pause] and that’s what it’s about for us […] There’s only me and him. When he turns to me and just goes 'Are yer mad fer it’ and I go ‘Aye cocker’ that’s what it’s all about innit.

21:31

Int - We’re talking about people inspiring you. Do you find you inspire each other?

Liam - Well Noel inspires me, I dunno if I inspire him

Noel - Yes he does. He knows he does

22:15

Noel - He knows he’s a genius but he won’t admit it

Liam - I will admit I am a fucking genius, I been telling everyone forever

Noel - No you're not

Liam - He inspires me more than I inspire him

The most psychologically perplexing set of sentences. It basically goes: compliment, arrogance, compliment taken away, compliment given

23:05

Noel - Musically, as far as I’m concerned, being a ponce, musically, I get inspiration off a lot of people. He’s one [Liam]. His singing inspires me

compliment returned

23:24

Liam - This chap right is not erm...

Noel - What chap?

Liam - He's not been like bed friendly the last couple of days right yeah

Noel - Bed friendly?!

[...much awkward chuckling from Liam and repeated exclamations of 'bed friendly?!' from Noel...]

Noel - We're talking about your Tony McCarroll mate [laughing]

Liam - No, definitely not talking about - nothing to do with Tony...what was the question again before we got bed friendly?

Int - Your relationship changing

Gallagher brother manages to work sexual innuendo into the topic of their relationship, what a surprise.

26:43

Noel - [making fun of Liam] We're on this really big loved up expedition right, the pair of us we're on a big loved up expedition and we're gonna go build two love heart shaped igloos

Liam - Are we

Noel - [chuckling] in the South Pole

Liam - Hey shut up man

Noel - And we're gonna walk across the icy wasteland

Liam - [overlapping with Noel] Yeah bollock naked [unintelligible]

Noel [overlapping with Liam] ...with tennis rackets on an expedition

36:49

Noel - That man is a bigger man than I am

[silence]

Int - You think so?

Noel - Yes I do think so

Int - Why?

Liam - I think so

Noel - Why? Well, that’s nothing to do with you but I’m telling you now that man is a bigger man than I am.  Because - because he has to deal with his life and he’s got to deal with somebody like me on top of everything that goes on and he’s a bigger man than I am. [pause] But he’s still a knob

40:22

Int - Would you like Liam to write?

Noel - Yeah. I would do yeah. I'd like him to write

48:30

Int - Is it important to you that they [the band] like it [Noel's new songs]

Noel - As long as he [Liam] likes it, right? When I'm sure about summat I'm really sure about something, right and then I only need him to like - to like - to say 'yeah'. And to say 'yes you are right' And he can sit there and say what he likes about oh I'm just the singer and all that but it's his band. You know, it's his band.

Int - You're giving him more credit than you've given him before

Noel - I suppose so

Int - Where's that come from then?

Noel - I don't know

[adzeisval]

Why I like Izzy's death scene

I’ve got a longer post (or series of posts) coming eventually but I just wanted to do a quick version of why I like Izzy’s death scene.

To me Izzy always had an air of tragedy around him. Guy pops off the lines “I’m not dying, not for that ponce and not for you” and “The only retirement we get is death” and I’m not supposed to worry?  I wasn't sure they’d do it and do it this fast but the possibility was there. 

I liked that they did character development first. If they had killed him right away like in the dream sequence that would have pissed me off. I wish we would have gotten more time with Izzy but we got some and it was enough for me. Love to watch his journey and cry at the tragic end. 

I like that Izzy is a defiant bad ass when he talks to Ricky. Ricky just said he was going to hang them all and things look bleak but Izzy’s gonna sit there and buy some time and insult this rancid syphilitic cunt. If Stede, Ed, and Zheng hadn’t arrived I’m sure Ricky would have killed Izzy there. But alas it’s only a delay and Ricky shoots Izzy. 

I’m a sucker for the hidden injury whump trope. I like that Ed looked back and asked Izzy if he was already. Clearly he checked in again because he’s helping Izzy toward the ship the next time we see them. I like that they try to make Izzy comfortable, there’s a blanket or something under him and the coats to cushion his head. 

I like that Izzy dies at home, with friends/family, and the arms of a man he loves. The crew is there and I’m betting even dying and in pain Izzy looked over and made sure everyone else was there and was comforted by the fact that they all were. 

Took me a few rewatches but I do like the dialog between Izzy and Ed. By this point Izzy knows he is loved, has a home, and is worth something. Ed’s still working on it and Izzy tries to help with the little time he has. He wants Ed to know that just being Ed is fine. And Ed’s there, holding Izzy, crying for Izzy, begging Izzy to stay. Saying he’s family. He might not say I love you but his actions do.

“I wanna go.” I really like this line. I love the line delivery, how quiet and personal it is. Izzy accepts he’s dying and wants Ed to know that too. I like when Izzy tells Ed he’s surrounded by family it’s louder. They are Izzy’s family too and I feel like he wants them to hear that.

“There he is.” Love the callback. Love the touch with the ungloved hand. All around the acting in this whole scene is wonderful.

So yeah that’s the uh “short” ramble version. More to come.

And probably a fic from Izzy's pov as he's dying because I can't help myself.

[mystery-moose]

WELL I WAS GONNA GO EAT BUT OKAY LETS DO THIS

Here's a snippet of "alternate meeting":

She was hurt. He could tell even before he noticed the tiny drops of blood on the hardwood. Partially because she should have caught him by now, should have rounded on him blade at the ready before smiling that smile that warmed his chest and telling him that she’d clocked him ages ago and saw right through the mask he was wearing. Instead, she was in the bathroom, washing her hands under too-hot water, breathing a little harder than she should. He made sure the first sound she noticed was his voice. “Princess.” She spun, and even injured, she was fast ��� her knife was pointed at him exactly where he stood in the dark bedroom, harsh white light bleeding in from the bathroom. Briefly, he saw her the way any other might: a desperate animal, claws out, backed into a corner. But she recognized his voice, and the muscles around her eyes softened. The predator, soothed, faded away.

I don't usually go in for pre-canon AUs, especially in ongoing works that aren't complete yet, because I feel like... I don't have all the toys in the toybox to play with yet? And I tend to want to stick to canon as much as I can, for whatever its worth. But I've seen a few other people tackle this idea and some of them inspired me. It's definitely a way to focus in on the relationship between these two without that pesky kid and dog getting in the way!

Beyond that, I think it's a really cool idea to bring focus to things Twilight wants outside of the domestic. In canon, it's obvious he wishes he could be Loid Forger (and to an extent Loid Forger isn't really a mask at all) but I also love the idea that he might not actually want a simple family life with a simple civilian woman, but just... someone who understands him. Understands why he does what he does, has similar thoughts or feelings or experiences or background. The thought that he might still have found that with Yor under very different circumstances tickles the irony part of my brain.

Also it let's them meet on equal footing and display competency to each other, and since that does a lot for me personally I have to imagine it works for them too.

ANYWAY now here's "indulgence"!

"Gods, this is nice," he murmured. Karlach sighed, her hands playing with his, squeezing, tracing his fingers. She felt the softness of his palms as much as the brass scales on the backs of his hands. Her tail encircled and stroked his shin, and her feet tapped against the tops of his, doing a little dance. She always had so much energy when they went to bed together, energy he usually had to thoroughly expel from her in very satisfying ways… but tonight, he could tell this was all she wanted. He was happy to give it to her. “It is, isn’t it?” she said, laughing softly and kissing his palm. “Creature comforts.” “Mmhmm.” He nuzzled the back of her neck, closing his eyes. If he closed his eyes, it felt (and smelled) a bit like embracing a campfire, though a fair bit more pleasant. “Necessities, more like.” “You really are a bit of a ponce, aren’t you,” she said with a chuckle. “I am not,” he replied, feigning offense as he tickled the bottom of her foot with his toe. He felt her jump a little and it warmed him almost as much as her engine did. “I simply prefer the indoors to the outdoors. What’s precisely wrong with that?” “Pretty boring, really.” She elbowed him gently in the stomach. “Life happens outdoors.” “And I’d rather ‘life’ didn’t protrude up into my shoulder blades when I’m trying to sleep. Or seep through my tent when it storms. Or get into my bedroll and lay eggs. Or—” “Alright, alright,” she laughed, turning her head and looking over her shoulder into his eyes. “Baby.”

...so you can tell where the title came from!

I didn't really have a direction or a structure for this when I started it (the real reason for the title) but as I got further, I started to think about a selection of bedtime moments between my Tav (Sevistur the dragonborn paladin) and Karlach. The first time they sleep next to each other, the first time they sleep with each other, the first time they share a roof, the first time they share a bath or a bed. A sort of timeline of expanding boundaries and deepening intimacy.

I think the general thrust of it would be Sev coming to grips with how much he cares for Karlach, and then how much he needs to solve Karlach's condition, with him very quietly deciding what he wants to do about it. The thing is, he knows she doesn't wanna argue about it, so it's gotta go pretty much unsaid for most of it, living mostly in his interiority up until we get to the end, which has to take place in either Avernus or the epilogue. I haven't quite gotten that far!

I definitely want to, though. Karlach is easily my favorite romanceable NPC in years, and in a game that also includes Shadowheart that is saying something. It always makes me feel a bit strange to write an OC romancing a canon character, but that's kind of the whole point of BG3, and I like them too much to let that weird hangup of mine stop me, so here we are!

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Clone high season. 3 thought/predictions

I heard that next month season 3 is coming!!!!!! Yippie!!!! So here are my hopes and thoughts

Lots of people, myself included think that next season will have jfk be the main character/lead on the story. While I do think that a cool idea! I’m just…a little worried that his character arch will be aimless? Both the previous season had jfk be the bully jock type character/funny love interest. It would be nice to see jfk set out of those roles..or as much as he can with being in a parody show

I really hope that the subplot of jfk have few friends/ponce’s death will be picked back up???

I really really want more clones talking about their feelings about being clones and their expectations!!!! I know that clone high parody/mock popular teen shows, so my guess is that season 3 will mock things like Riverdale and Euphoria, or maybe 13 reasons why. If that the case, I kind of want clone angst™️ (none romance angst that is) like Joan saying she want to hear voices!!!! That was a cool idea!!

Cleo and Abe…….come back to me. No, seriously, they barely had screen time in season 2. When they did have screen time it was usually about their love lives or then have stress/anxiety about test and school..Like yeah, season 1 was about them! But still I would love to see more character development from them…pls.

Speaking of clone high angst™️ the whole government wanting to groom the clones into leaders….👀 I for one, love that plot. I know it’s probably gonna get more development but I hope it gets casually dripped-feed to the audience through the series instead of like the finale 2 episodes being plot stuff…

LGBT clones… :] hell yea!!!! Would love to see more. 👀👀👀 imagine trans clone….imagine Transmasc Joan. Also here’s how bi jfk and jfgogh can still win

That whole subplot of Abe and topher and the blackmail??? 😬..I really hope they drop that subplot. But if they do pick it back up, i hope they like treat it will more respect? In the show it’s treated as both a joke and kind of not??? (Some characters thought the situation was a joke while some were like hey we should take this to the police). Topics like sexual assault, especially toward minors really shouldn’t be used as jokes. But I have a feeling that the writers will just not be responsible..

I saw that some new and old characters are coming back!!! (The old government agents) very excited!!! I hope that we get more inside how the new clones feel about being clones, and more specifically how they feel about the old clones!!! I hope there will be more of the old clones having “culture shock” and trying to navigate though it!!! I would be funny to see some internet humor and meme from the early 2000s vs new memes and internet humor of 2024 :)

That’s all the thoughts I have for now!!! :)

[anxiouslyfred]

Remus vs Daydream Mode

Summary: Roman is deep in a daydream and it's impacting the entire mind-space as well as the other sides if they happen to be included in it. As the only one who hasn't witnessed daydream mode before and the second Creativity, Remus isn't especailly bothered by it, just amused when his words influence the daydream

Warnings: fire mentions,

Authors Note: Years back, before Remus was introduced, I wrote a story called ‘Uncontrolled Daydream Mode’ This is sort of a sequel and sort of me just having a play with my ideas behind that again, now Remus has been added

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Janus had hoped, well actually, all the non-Creativity sides had hoped that now Remus was revealed the times Roman went into daydream mode and naturally changed the mind-space and other sides to match his dream would stop happening. It just made sense to hope for; Thomas had 2 separate Creativities so why would he need such impactful daydreams once he knew about them both?

That was a question that would have to go unanswered for a while given the oven had turned into a wood-burning range and the sink had vanished at the same time a well appeared visible through the kitchen window.

Given the mind-space usually only included Thomas's home and the sides rooms, Patton had immediately gone to investigate if they actually now had a garden for a while. Logan soon followed, deciding to enjoy the fresh air and sunlight while it was available without Thomas going somewhere. The garden didn't look anything like the areas surrounding Thomas's home, more like an English garden from a film, which was only emphasised when Patton's clothes turned into a gardeners uniform and a trowel appeared in his hands.

“What's going on?” Remus asked, popping up when Janus groaned at the sight, remembering their first encounter with Roman's daydream mode. “Has Roman figured out how to remodel? He always claims it's impossible to make it stick.”

“Ah, Duke, perhaps you can return the kitchen to normal? Although I would be grateful if you left the garden for a while longer.” Logan turned with a smile at his appearance, getting blinked at in return.

Janus huffed out a heavy breath, knowing the garden was almost definitely going to be destroyed now. “Roman is in daydream mode. The rest of us have to suffer whatever dream he's caught in.”

“Has he become a worm then? I'm going to eat the worms and kill him!” Remus exclaims after a moment of looking around the garden as if he'd spot Roman who definitely wasn't there currently. He didn't say anything more though, too busy stealing the trowel from Patton and starting to dig in the mud.

The 3 sides already outside exchanged confused glances before looking back to Remus. "What do you mean, is he a worm? Surely you know what Roman is doing. You're Creativity." Logan asked.

"nope. Daydreaming is Roman's thing, not mine. He can do what he likes. Gotta say you're all acting like it's a bad thing that Thomas has daydreams." Remus squinted at them for an instant before shrugging and grabbing a worm to swallow.

"My delightful gardener, have we any roses or tulips? I simply must take them to my love." Roman trilled, pushing the door wide and looking to Patton as if the rest of them weren't present.

For a moment the moral side blinked in confusion before looking at the area around him. "The flowers haven't blossomed for either of those yet, Roman. Could other flowers be used?"

"My Knights favourite flowers are roses and tulips and he must have them. Where might they bloom early? I shall take a quest to retrieve them." The Prince protested.

Logan cleared his throat. "Perhaps sire, you should wait for the correct season for the flowers and rather use other favoured gifts to court your desire." he suggested, barely reacting to his clothes becoming grander as Roman's attention turned to him.

"Who would date a stuck up ponce anyway? You really think some flowers are gonna get you any decent dick?" Remus leered up at the other Creativity, laughing at the offence his words caused.

"My brother the scoundrel. News hadn't reached us of your return." Roman's lip twisted in distaste as he looked to Remus, but no change came over the other side.

"Not returning from anywhere. You're the one ignoring the fires breaking out beyond this castle. People still live, fuck, frolic, and curse you outside the walls, just inviting me to smash your head in." Remus countered, grin growing wide when there was now billows of smoke drifting past instead of clear clouds.

Virgil then came charging in from further into the garden than any of the sides had yet ventured. "Who the fuck mentioned fires to Prince? I've already had to come up with random flowers I like and now my room is burning." He glared around at everyone except Roman who had decided to sweep him up into a bridal carry.

"My dearest one, you should have told me of your plight. I shall fight the very fires of hell to save your belongings or recover new objects of your wishing." 

The pretty words had no impact on Virgil's glare that had easily found Remus cackling on the floor.

Janus started backing away as soon as the glare turned into a smirk. 

"My darling, this villain has been rampaging through the kingdom, stealing, abusing and destroying anything that catches his attention and now he's setting fires in the most bizarre places claiming he wants to see how they spread." Virgil's voice was as simpering as he could be and nobody was surprised to see him easily handed over to Logan when rage filled Roman's eyes.

"Plight on my kingdom and on the name of the royal family. I'll have you beaten and slain for your crimes. The very earth surrounding us rejects your presence and shall consume you for manure." Roman began yelling, and at first Remus just laughed. 

"Pretty words, Lettuce. You gonna go hulk on my ass. Turn green and do some flips?" Remus blinked cutting his taunts off when just as Roman had mentioned the mud he was sat in started to climb his legs.

He brushed it away with a snicker. "You having trouble controlling yourself there? I mean this game of pretend is great but let's actually get Thomas to start a fire, see how he'd really fight it."

"Don't try to pin this on some imagined person." Roman countered his sword materialising on his waist just before he drew it. 

Patton stood then, coming over to Roman. "But Thomas does exist. We're all parts of him, Roman. You know that." he gently stated. 

"I am Prince Roman, heir to the throne and you are a gardener. I'm no mere side of anything." Roman stated.

"You are." Remus sang. "Just a pretty piece of imagination and not even the best looking among us."

Logan caught Janus's eye, remembering the last time when daydream mode happened and how Virgil arguing with the scene got them to finish it early. Even if Remus was trying to anger his brother again between him and Patton they were starting to bring him back. "They are correct, Roman. This is a daydream and we are aspects of Thomas's personality that you are pulling into the dream and preventing us from doing our jobs."

Roman frowned now. "Then Thomas must have a marvellous imagination to create such wonders as earth that can be commanded to eat criminals." he decided after a moment, looking at the earth now pulling or at least making Remus sink into it. "And isn't it splendid to have an actual garden occasionally?" 

"Great that sounds like we're out of the daydream mode now." Virgil muttered before speaking louder, "And I'd like to know why I got picked to play your romantic interest." 

"Who else could be?" Roman's words were earnest and made Virgil flush. 

"I hate the flattery." He mumbled.

Remus threw a handful of mud at him, deciding to revel in it while he could. 

[johnnyrobish]

DeSantis Borrows a Page from Hitler - Vows to ‘Destroy Leftists’ When Elected

So, it seems Donald Trump isn't the only Republican candidate for president who spent Memorial Day vowing to crush his political enemies.  While appearing on Fox and Friends, Florida Governor Ron DeSantis was asked, “Why is right now the time for Ron DeSantis to run for President?”  The Florida Governor responded by saying, “Because I will serve two terms, and I will destroy leftism in this country.”

Wait - the hateful little bigot who is currently getting his ass kicked by Mickey Mouse said what?  Now, whoa there, Miami Mussolini!  Is it just me, or does this resentful little prick have about as much broad appeal as a bowl of rotten fruit?  He should remember the rest of the country isn’t fucking Florida.  You see, unlike Ponce de Leon, Ron DeSantis isn’t interested in finding Florida’s “Fountain of Youth.”  Instead, he headed straight for the “Fountain of Hate,” and has hopes to bathe the rest of the country in its nasty waters.

I mean, what’s so concerning about a national presidential candidate basically declaring if he’s elected, he will “exterminate” the opposition?  Hell, what’s he going to do, round us all up?”  Don’t answer that!  Why can’t the guy be satisfied with boycotting Bud Light or banning rainbows in Florida?  Of course, in the interest of fair play, I’m sure our Republican friends would have no problem whatsoever if Joe Biden were to declare that after he wins the next election, his goal will be "destroy conservatism.”

Now some may ask, what’s the main difference between DeSantis and Trump?  Well, the difference is it took Trump decades to become the asshole he is today, but DeSantis took a crash course.  DeSantis is a guy so bitter and hateful that when he looks in the mirror - even his own reflection hates him.  I mean, nothing says “I will heal this fractured nation” quite like “I’m gonna destroy all of you liberal fuckers.”  Hell, Biden recently said, “There's no place for anti-Semitism in America,” and Lauren Boebert called that “an attack against conservatives."  

So, perhaps GOP voters might wanna “think twice” before voting to “destroy leftism in this country” - because that would mean ending social security, medicare, decent wages, women’s rights, the five-day work week, the eight-hour day, child labor laws, any shot at affordable healthcare, environmental protections, and a host of other benefits Americans have come to rely on.  All of which are “leftist” programs.  Unfortunately, “thinking twice” has never been a top Republican voter priority.

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[crowsodablog]

Was I even meant to be beautiful?

In either a small manic episode or impulsive jump, I walked the Belt Line. Six miles total, starting at the skate park, headed north. I wore a black dress and my fishnets and my usual flannel and my work boots, just because I could. I braided the top of my hair and put it in space buns and did my eyeliner so I’d be done up enough to maybe be unapproachable to the average man, even though it was the middle of the day. I don’t mind conversation with strangers – I love it, actually. I’ve just found that appearance weeds out the strangers I don’t want to have conversations with. I was missing the meds I stopped back in April a little extra today with how much I was daydreaming. I do this often. I’ll daydream about the thing I know I’m going to do – especially when I go out – probably to make it more interesting so I’ll actually do it. I’m not really sure, but that’s okay.

Any time I go into the city, I’ll probably daydream about running into my crush so they can see how cool and social I am. I’ll see them with our friend that they’re significantly closer to than I am (because after all, I am just an acquaintance to them) talking in a park or outside Ponce or they’ll walk by me. Maybe I’ll notice them first – I’ll yell out their names and, like the good actor that I am but they don’t know yet, I’ll project so loud that they do hear me. They turn their heads and wave me over. Or maybe I’ll pretend I don’t see them. Just walk a little slower or linger on a bench pretending to take a break or something or stopping to dance with a stranger to a busker’s music just so that they have extra time to see me and yell out my name, and of course either way I’d smile and wave because these are my friends and I’m happy to see them.

              I run up to them and hug them – no, not hug them because I don’t know them well enough for that. Would hate to give the wrong impression that I have a crush that I 100% have or something like that. Would they even recognize me? They’ve never seen me outside work clothes before. Surely they would, wearing my usual flannel and work boots and my forearm tattoo showing. They greet me with enthusiasm. They ask me what I’m doing there. I tell them the truth: “Bro, my birthday was yesterday and I did literally nothing and saw nobody, so I was gonna come walk the Belt Line yesterday, but I couldn’t drag my ass out of bed until 4pm. It gets dark early now and it was raining anyway, so I said I’d do it today.” They’re surprised. They’re just hanging out, so they invite me to join because I’m their cool and social friend that they only kinda know and only see so often but always has interesting things to say. They invite me to go hang out at their places – they’re good people and I trust them, so I say yes. Our mutual friend departs to go see their partner or something, and it’s just me and them on the couch in their apartment.

They lean in 80% of the way. I hesitate. (I think of apologizing, explaining that I have some mild sexual trauma that’s stopping me from closing the gap. I then question – is this actually the thing holding me back? Am I just using my recent revelations of the way I’ve been treated sexually as an excuse? Have I woven it into my identity so much that I’m unwilling to move past it and let it go so this good thing could happen for me? Am I blowing things out of proportion? What if they didn’t actually want to kiss me and I’m just misinterpreting? I tell myself I’m really bad at reading body language. Is it even appropriate for me to use the word “sexual trauma”, or am I taking away from real victims?) (Or maybe they ask me if they can kiss me, and I smile and nod. They don’t. They say, “I need you to say the word ‘yes’ if this is something you want.” I ask, “Is this something that you want?” And they say, “Yes.” So I say, “Yes.”)

But what if they don’t even think I’m pretty?

As I was walking on the Belt Line, a couple old men smiled at me. A person or two looks me up and down. But then a man passes me on my left – and, for the briefest moment, he turns his head, 90 degrees. I’m sure he was just looking at the chain link fence to our right, but part of me thought he was trying to see my face. And just like that, I became so, so aware of how my face is going through the worst breakout it’s had in years. How the bangs that I had curled that morning that I’ve yet to figure out how to style had fallen flatter. How I could see all the grease on my nose in my peripheral vision that had worked up over the last four or so miles. How I have 10-15 pounds more on my body than I did at the beginning of the year, when I was underweight. Beauty is subjective, and I think I’m beautiful, but what does that matter to a person I pass on the Belt Line on a random Monday afternoon?

And then I think about Instagram Face and social media and movie stars and how people say we were never supposed to see this many beautiful people and that’s why beauty standards are hell right now. And then I ask myself, “Was I even supposed to be beautiful?” Am I only beautiful because I saw so many beautiful faces and decided to try to be that? Is there any point to me wanting to have clear skin if that’s not clearly what the universe intended? How do I reconcile the identity as a pretty-ish face (depending on what incel on the internet you ask) with the identity as someone who loves attention but tries to break away from being a pretty face?

And then I think about my crush again. How they’d maybe twirl me around or pick me up and hug me and kiss my cheek and let me know that they straight up were not paying attention to any of that – just to me. And how I felt to be around. And how fun I was. And how they could love me forever, because they’re the kind of person that I’m convinced could love me forever, even if they’re not as big and all-encompassing as some of my other crushes have seemed. And how of course I’m pretty and beautiful and cool. How I didn’t Gillian Flynn “Cool Girl” myself into them liking me, like I’m convinced is what happened every time I’ve gotten the vibe that someone likes me.

I’ve been thinking about Cool Girl a lot, lately. Thinking about why I get those vibes from men I work with. My conclusion has effectively been that I’m too chill with them – that I can be whatever level of chill they want while also being fun and outgoing, that I can hang with the guys or leave the guys alone, that I can take what they give me and never complain because of course I like it, baby. And, of course, I tend to be the only maybe age-appropriate woman that they socialize with for the run of that gig, whether that be days or weeks, unless they already have a girlfriend. I try to “bro” around with them and accidently become a manic pixie dream girl to them.

But very few of them have or will see me out of work clothes. They can maybe deduce from the makeup I wear approximately how femme I really am, but that would require nuance I am not always afforded. It would also require a deeper understanding of femininity – otherwise, I am a woman with agency and power that has been fighting her way through adversity and racism and wage gaps and high differences that cause me to take the brunt of the heavy things we lift because they’re so used to simply using brute force to lift that I don’t have. There is no world in their minds in which I would do this in heels if they came with stronger toes.

Then I think again, “Was I even supposed to be beautiful?” The people on the Belt Line will never know what I am beyond what I look like. They will never know that I graduated college with a 4.0 from the Honors College. They will never bear witness to my art. They will never read my words. Unless this is a simulation, I will never know the things there is to know about them. We are all strangers that are fleeting by each other, with the briefest, once-in-a-lifetime interactions, perhaps making eye contact, perhaps me simply looking at the women passing me and thinking they’re gorgeous, perhaps them looking at me and wondering why I’m dressed the way I am when they’re out here doing their daily run. They’ll never know that I came here on an impulse, or that I’m wearing work boots because I don’t own sneakers, or that my eyeliner is blue because it’s fun and the men I don’t like don’t like colorful makeup – just like how I’ll never know why her sweatsuit is green or why the man that’s run by me three times how has his long hair down or where the young woman with her two elderly parents, evidently visiting, came from.

It's 4pm now. The sun’s getting low, the shadows of the trees I’m passing are harsh, my legs burn from the six miles I just walked, and I can feel the way my fishnets are moving on my skin. I didn’t see a single person I knew, and no strangers talked to me.

[wonderland-luna]

I just want everyone to know that opposite by sabrina carpenter is simón x benicio and how many things is ramtteo thank you and goodnight

[buzzmcnab]

[ID: 14 gifs from different episodes of Community; each has a character saying 1 line of dialogue.

Annie: Well, well, well, Harvey Keitel.

Britta: No problo, Rob Lowe.

Pierce: Nice try, Stephen Fry.

Chang: Peachy keen, Avril Lavigne.

Troy: Well, what do you know, Henry David Thoreau?

Jeff: Bring it on, Ponce de Leon.

Troy: No sweat, Bobba Fett.

Britta: Here’s the deal, Jessica Biel.

Britta: My, oh, my, Mike Ty…son.

Annie: You’re on your own, Al Capone.

Annie: I’m gonna, Greg Muldunna.

Jeff’s ex-coworker, Alan: Scout’s honor, Sinéad O’Connor.

Pierce: Take it easy, George and Weezie.

Greendale student, Kat: Super duper, Mr. Cooper.

End ID]

Community + Running gags: Rhyming names

[phil-of-the-phuture]

I think a slight tangent from the talk about 3rd spaces which are intended to be free of the pressure of consumerism, is also the positive aspects of business groups that we’ve forgotten- (this is NOT a defense of capitalism but a criticism of how consumerism has even ruined itself, even paid shared spaces suck now.)

My favorite place to be in my college town was a board game bar above my favorite Mediterranean bakery and across from a great escape room place which was above a SOLID 7.5/10 Indian restaurant (coming from an Indian). It was also next to the SICKEST video game shop I’d ever seen with plenty of games I’d never heard of before. It’s where I discovered my ABSOLUTE FAVES THE RIVER CITY GIRLS!!! There was a sports bar and plenty of other shops I personally had no I retest in but I’m sure many others did.

Sounds fantastic right? Like a great city attraction? wrong. Even on weekends I never waited in a line or struggled to get a table (DnD or Yu Gi Oh tournament days might have me waiting for a table though). This place was a local TREASURE. Who’s gonna go half an hour opposite of downtown for a fancy game shop when GameStop is half the price, a mile away, AND has Mario party???

Me, bitch!!!! I haven’t lived in this city for 2 years and I still miss that game bar every day!!! I lived in Atlanta for one of those years, and I realized every city does have one shopping center with a huge variety but it is a whole attraction calling as many people as possible so they can charge you $12 for fries with garlic mayo on them!!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT $12 GOT YOU AT THIS HOLY SHOPPING CENTER? 6 hours of board games and a big macaron.

I have been to Ponce City Market twice and that was too many times. I went to my board game bar every Friday for 2 years and I miss it so much.

I want shopping center with local businesses who are very clearly passionate about their niche goods and have a man hired to ONLY sell packs of Magic the Gathering cards from behind a wooden window!!! I don’t want to be afraid of being run over by 100 people while I’m there!!!! I want places to meet my community members and sit down and play games with them!!!!

[sajaffery]

..3....

there has to be a better title availible then that? I have to continue the series I suppose but i’m not officially blocked anymore. i dont think i am. i’m writing everyday, its shit, but its still writing. so im not a blocked writer anymore I’m just a shit writer now. its still progress if you ask me, eventually i’ll progress to being a mediocre writer and then i’ll die. because everyone dies and because the next step up is a good writer and to predict myself becoming a great writer would be immodest and i’m nothing if not modest. i broke another rule didnt i. i promised to write one of these everyday and i havent. this is my first...post (yech) in a week nearly. maybe two weeks. I cant remember now, i would have to go back to the old posts and then i would have broken two rules. technically the first one isnt a rule. it was a promise I guess. a mission statement if you think i’m a ponce, which you probably do, but if you do then you wont have reached this part yet, you would have clicked onto something else by now, in which case fuck you (dont worry its only there for dramatic effect), even though i dont blame you i can still hate you. i dont really, i just wanted to get rid of you and if you havent clicked off by now you will definietely will now. if you havent then youre just a glutton for punishment in which case welcome brother! have seat, let me get you a drink because we are gonna get along just fine. I’m adding hastags onto this so we’ll be able to find more people just like us, S&M seems to be a popular tag but i wont be adding that, i have enough weirdos following me who only seem to be intrested in half naked man. sorry new message from tumblr. i have no followers. awsome! i am so glad, freedom at last! i can finally be myself. i can finally let go and speak my mind. its so easy to say that but if i really think about it it can be exteremely confusing because it will essentially depend on where my mind is at that particular moment becuase there will be times i will just feel like screaming and shouting at and everything and everyone (which will be no one since it is the only time i wll truly let this happen) and other times there will essentially be no noticable change in me at all. except my clothes will come off ofcourse. of course! who in their right mind would possibly choose to remain clothed if they didnt have to. i totally understand people who move to naked communes and choose to spend the rest of their lives with all their bits hanging out. clothes are just another form of prison arnt they? a confinement designed to make you self concious of yourr real self. to hold you in and keep you hidden from the real word. why havent i moved to a naked commune uet? its fair questuon there are plenty of them around arnt there? atleast i think there are, thats certainly the impression television gives you. everyother person seems to be oving to a naked comune in bad movies and rubbish television shows. i dont wwatch bad movies and rubbish tv mind you, i just like keeping up with whats happening. sort ofna of like a cautionary....oh shit shit fuck fuck fuckity mutherfucker! my fucking laptopn just froze so i had to hold on kickeing and screaming to my train of thought in the fear that i might losee it have nothing to talk to you about, like that i bit i just wrote a little while ago about the state of your mind and when youll see a difference while letting go. that was so boring, i apologise for that, i wish i could delete it, but i cant ofcourse, see previous posts for details as to why, i wish there was a way to just put up a cautionary sign when you come onto this......webpage...(it is not a blog mutherfucker!) oh comon! my fucking laptop keeps freezing.