#Okeydoke

[onbearfeet]

Welp. The video I wrote is doing well, and the character intro I wrote for a casual rp thing with a friend has apparently offended everyone in the game on my first day. I'm gonna walk into the sea now.

[tododeku-or-bust]

I'm sorry, this one makes me cackle because it's like, the "class conscious Black Americans" that my peers and I read would make y'all want to puke, if you think getting called out for overt antiblackness on a post is "bullying". it's 2025 and y'all are still falling for red scare level okeydoke.

[salternateunreality2]

Cloud: I love you.

Zack, around the sloppiest joe to ever sloppy: Washat?

Cloud: Have a napkin *hands him a roll of paper towels*

Zack: FANKSH!

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Zack: I love you.

Cloud, ears ringing after he slammed the door on Hojo: What?

Zack: I LOVE YOU!

Cloud: 🥴

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Cloud, in his mind: I love you.

Zack: Hey bud, how are we doing today? You gonna squeeze my hand? No? A blink? No? Ok, no biggie, we'll try again later.

Cloud, in his mind: I love you

Zack: Heh, you always have bed head, so you're no different when you wake up: handsome as always. I love you.

Cloud, in his mind: I LOVE YOU

Zack: Hey, don't be rude! I do not have bed head! Do I? Hold on, I'll go check in that puddle over there, you keep watch. *Leaves*

Cloud: ...'uv.....oo...

Zack, popping back in: I'm in the clear, you're just full of it. Come on, let's get you up and moving. Ooo, look at you! I swear, your balance is getting better every day. So hot. Okeydoke, let's get walkin.

[yourplayersaidwhat]

[Paladin and Rogue are robbing a treasury]

Druid, watching them, entertained: What kind of popcorn do you want? I have lime & salt, sriracha, and regular.

Bard, also treating them like a spectator sport: Think you can do caramel?

Druid: Okeydoke. Wow, I can’t believe this is actually working-

[around here one of the duo’s haphazard plans falls apart]

Druid: aaaaaaand I take it back.

[t4t4t]

I could never, at bottom, take advertising seriously. I felt it as demeaning. It seemed to me to be really a shell game, based squarely on the sucker principle. One could scarcely respect the people who went for all this okeydoke, who were, indeed, addicted to it. The sense of life with which advertising imbued them—or vice versa—made reality, or the truth of life, unbearable, threatening, and, at last, above all, unreal: they preferred the gaudy image, which they imagined to be under their control. Thus, they entered the voting booth as blindly cheerful and incoherent as they were at the supermarket, reaching out for the “brand” name, the name, that is, which had been most ruthlessly and successfully sold to them. They did not know, and did not dare to know, what was in the package: it had been “guaranteed,” and everybody else was buying it. True, there were occasional scandals, moments which might cause one to suspect that the public confidence had been abused: but the noise of scandal was swiftly conquered by the sprightly music of the next commercial. The music of the commercial simply reiterates the incredible glories of this great land, and one learns, through advertising, that it is, therefore, absolutely forbidden to the American people to be gloomy, private, tense, possessed; to stink, even a little, at any time; to grow gray, to wrinkle, to be sexless; to have unsmiling children; to be lusterless of eye, hair, or teeth; to be flabby of breast, belly, or bottom; to be gloomy, to know despair, or to embark on any adventure whatever without the corroboration of the friendly mob. Love, here, demands no down payment, though it must have the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval, and, though love may be driven from Eden, it is only so that it may “mature” among friendly neighbors. This stupefying ode to purity has pornographic undertones: consider the classic hair-ad which has the portrait of a lady in the foreground and a naked infant in the background. The legend reads, hair color so natural only her hairdresser knows for sure! The legend is a dirty street-joke, and has reference to the lady’s pubic hair: but the presence of the baby washes the legend clean. The infant’s presence informs us that this is, indeed, a lady, a married one at that, and a mother, and her husband has nothing to fear from her hairdresser—who, probably, furthermore, like all hairdressers, is a faggot. Faggots, of course, never appear in this technicolored bazaar, except as clowns, or as the doomed victims of their hideous lusts, and it goes without saying that here, death shall have no dominion.

Much later, I was to realize that my discomfort was due to the fact that I was operating far, too far, beneath my level; or, in other words, I had more to give than was being demanded and I was being weighed down by the residue. I was also realizing that, though people endlessly fool themselves, they cannot really be fooled: what you really feel shines through you. So, my co-workers, and my superiors, in spite of the camaraderie, sensed my real attitude toward advertising, and, therefore, toward them, and distrusted me—soon, inevitably, they would dislike me. I could not blame them, for, if my attitude toward advertising as concerned the great, white, faceless mass was, at best, ironic, my attitude toward advertising as concerned black people was very painfully ambivalent. I felt that black people had a sense of reality far more solid and arresting than the bubble-gum context in which we operated—though I had days, God knows, when I wondered about this, too.

But who was I, anyway, after all, to have an attitude? I was doing the same thing, in the same office, and for the same reason: we had to eat. And we were expected to be aware, too, that the presence of blacks in advertising was a major sociological breakthrough. Was it? for our breakthroughs seemed to occur only on those levels where we were most speedily expendable and most easily manipulated. And a “breakthrough” to what? I was beginning to be wary of these breakthroughs, was not certain that I wanted a lifetime pass to Disneyland. On the other hand, here we were, and you can’t have your cake and eat it, too: we would simply have to find a way to use, and survive and transcend this present breakthrough the same way we had survived so many others.

Just Above My Head by James Baldwin

[oicuperp]

YOU LOOK AT THE DISMEMBERED CORPSE OF THE GUY YOU STABBED TO DEATH AND YOU SAY "OKEYDOKE" ??!!?!??!!!?!?!?!

[giveupcoffeeforsanka]

New lies from @thetulipanon are up!

Imagining that Hannah's role will be reduced in season 4 (look at the change of language here)

And again with the part 2 numbers but no proof. I mean, you can Google the overall numbers of season 3 and see literally everywhere that Netflix has publicly praised it, but again, Tulip claims "insider" info that is absolutely unverifiable.

Quit falling for the okeydoke!

[pitbullwithaship]

DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG S4 EP3

Okeydoke. Time to watch more hopefully it is more cute and some good angst.

Ood!!

Intergalactic marketing department

It's irrelevant cuz he's dead

Bumpy ride!!

They're so cute I love them bestest siblings

SNOW

I love Donna so much did you know that

Swoopy sleepy music

Ah red eye Ood (doctor gets war flashbacks)

Alarum

"Trusted friends" sure of course

Okay this is weirding me out and giving me an incredibly not amazing feeling

Humans are quite good at surviving

Why do the bees keep coming up

DO I LOOK SINGLE back to the point please I love them

Maybe tou should treat them better my dude

That looks miserable poor Ood

Or get directly in his way mayhaps

What's in here I wonder

Okay he's a mega dick (my autocorrect fixed it to Maga, which might as well be true he seems the type)

So they just shove the poor ood into containers like some fruit or shit

Spaceman they're adorable

Security dude is insane okay

Ooh yknow what they should lead a slave uprising or something

HUG they're so cute besties

Man he's losing lots of hair

It's in your head my dude no she can't hear it

Oh that's a sad opera

Aww he's so gentle

Channeling Barty Crouch Jr there

Okay that's disturbingly holocaust makes me feel icky

Oh look lady is dead

I'm not gonna say karma cuz that would be cruel but

The beginning of the houdini joke lol

EXPLOSION

Aww he's so nice

Dudes a bit Explosion happy there

Oh my oh jeez that's horrible

Ooh scientist guy is good!!! Yay!!

Oh dear that's... not nice

As a fellow ginger I protest

Oh wow that's interesting

Patience!! I love this ood!!

Oh jeez that's coolgrossweirdcoolwhat

That's amazing

OHyes

That's a happy opera that is

Oh that's such a cute ending

Okay end of the song soon then that's nice

Aww that's so nice, they will sing of the doctordonna (the musical theatre kid in me is very happy)

[boombambaby]

Okeydoke, I’m jumping in the shower and then I’ll be on until I fall asleep to work on drafts and goof off on the dash.

Two things though!

Number one, I was today’s years old when I realized some blogs that I follow are side blogs and that is why they don’t follow back. Duh.

I thought all this time they just hated me 😭💀

Number two: I’ve given up on shipping related stuff with Kuzco, I get that he’s a brash character with LAYERS to him and not typically the type that works with sudden love interests or unlikely pairs or whatever. It’s all about building up to it with him because he needs trust to open up— especially if I’m writing pre-movie Kuzco, and good luck getting through to that asshole.

SO I am officially closing any ship stuff for the time being and will only entertain it if our characters have a connection/we build up to it.

I’m only posting or going to be posting a few Valentine’s Day prompts/memes and different things BC it’s Valentine’s Day, and while I actually hate the holiday irl, Kuzco has a special way of taking a holiday and making it about himself and therefore loves it.

So feel free if you want to respond to any of the memes with kissing or whatever to make it platonic or playful or accidental or whatever. I don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable or push anything on anyone but I wouldn’t mind more platonic/friend things bc Kuzco is sorely lacking in the friend department at the moment.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[25000yearcycle]

Don't fall for the okeydoke

[televisionenjoyer]

he really said "okeydoke no body no crime" about a dismembered corpse

[polkadotpatterson]

okeydoke as I have not had much energy for working on stuff lately (but lots of motivation) I'm not gonna do proper NaNo with a wordcount or anything, BUT I am gonna make it a goal to get some amount of work done on a writing project every day (at least until I go away on the 24th). Main priority blaseball projects are, in no particular order:

Fic about the ending

Abner fic

Simon's Quest

secret fic(s) :)

get the Talkers exchange set up

Aside from that, I've been poking at more non-blaseball stuff, which is a good excuse for me to plug my writing blog @cyndakip! All my fics get posted there, so if you're interested in my writing beyond just blaseball (especially if you like pokemon), I recommend following me there, since I don't post non-blaseball fics here.

[chaisshitposts]

Hey chai I'll be trying your challenge starting tomorrow.

I'll update you every day

Can i be 🌼 anon??

welcome welcome welcome!!! I hope ya have lots of fun with the challenge :D and okeydoke, I deem ya 🌼 anon

[sounds-of-some-day]

So I just read the first four issues of the original 1940s Captain America run.

Some observations:

It's still kinda weird for Bucky to be a child.

Steve is a private in the military (to maintain his secret identity I guess).

It's very much not what you think of when you think comic-booky. There's no, like, comic book science or whatever. Outside of I guess the serum. But that's still plausible.

So all of Steve's villains are just normal guys. All spies so far, but also very ordinary.

It's funny because each "case" (issue story arc) is presented as if it's going to be some supernatural phenomenon and then it's just some dude.

Very Scooby-Doo villain.

Even the Red Skull, who of course, originally was not German (all Steve's early villains are essentially American traitors). Red Skull was a capitalist, basically a military contractor for planes, doing it for the money.

Before Red Skull is outed, as the business guy, he laments a plane crashing because the plane was beautiful (and expensive to build) and Steve is like "Uh... And there were people on that plane, and they died, what the fuck dude??? Get your priorities right," and this is why I love Steve.

Anyway, Red Skull dies in his first issue because he rolls over on his hypodermic needle full of poison and Steve just lets him.

Every story arc is contained within one issue.

Steve is like, extremely chill. Every time someone tells him he can't do something, he's just like "Okeydoke, I won't do anything.... but Captain America, on the other hand, he's definitely gonna go fuck some Nazi spies up."

Also, he's always telling Bucky to stay behind, and then Bucky does, like the exact opposite of that, and Steve (sorry "Captain America" because Steve is being a good boy and staying out of it like he was told) always has to bust in and save him, and then he's always just like "Bucky, I told you to stay home and you didn't listen to me, you little rascal, you." And I'm like, Steve. Steve, this kid is going to get himself killed.

Also it's hilarious to me that Steve has a secret identity, because everyone knows his sidekick is a child named Bucky, and yet no one thinks anything about the big blond guy in the army that hangs out with a child named Bucky all the time.

Also, yes, Bucky is also in the army, kinda, cause each battalion has a... child... mascot.... for some reason?!? Like, I know they shoehorned in Bucky so that little boys reading the comics could imagine themselves fighting alongside Captain America, but the whole time I'm just like who is allowing this child to run around with Captain America and risk his life??

Because Bucky is his sidekick because he accidentally walked into Steve's tent when he was changing out of the uniform and Steve is just like, "Welp, you know my secret identity now, so I guess you gotta be my sidekick." And I'm just like, what? Steve. What are you doing?!?

Anyway, those are my thoughts on the first four issues of Captain America (1941).

[mad-madam-m]

3 Sentence Ficathon for the WIP Game please! :D

Okeydokes!

Prompt:

any, any, living alone again

Fill:

Tiger & Bunny, Gen, Apartment

The apartment is dark and silent, like it has been every night over the past few months, with Tomoe in the hospital and Kaede in Oriental Town and Kotetsu being the only one still there to walk through the door. He's done this night after night now; it shouldn't be any different, and yet.

And yet, tonight, he walks in and it hits him like a freight train: Tomoe isn't coming home, she's never coming home again, and he sinks to the ground and stares across their little apartment and tries to breathe, tries to wrap his mind around the enormity of the grief.  

[sh1ft1ng-starzzz]

Splatoon: A New Start

(A/N: Since Luke won the poll, he gets to go through even MORE bullshit! Yippee!)

After everything I had been through in the metro, I was finally free. No more being forced to do anything. No more anxiety-inducing tests. I could be my own person....

...and it felt weird.

I took a look around. My world, once dull and emotionless, was filled with color and music. I stood there, just basking in the sights. I stumbled around, taking note of what I saw. Some people stared at me, but I tried my best to shrug it off. Then, without any warning, a girl ran into me. "Agh! My bad, my bad." She seemed distraught, and her things were scattered everywhere. She hurriedly picked up her things, muttering something under her breath. "Sorry for that," she muttered. "You're not from around here, aren't you?" I shook my head no. "Well, you found your first friend! I'm Olive. What's your name?" I stared at her, unsure of what to say. After all, my memories were still spotty. Olive tilted her head, her glasses sliding off her face a little before she pushed hem back up. "So you're the 'less talk, more action' type of person, eh? Whatevs. I'll just call you Luke for now." I may have not said it to her, but the name had a nice ring to it. "So," Olive said, "wanna get lunch? I know a fresh food truck nearby." I shrugged. "Okeydoke, lets go then!" She smiled. Grabbing my hand, she sprinted to some kind of food truck. She couldn't stay in place, tappping her foot and swaying left to right. I smiled. A new friend, a new beginning, and a new me.

I think I'm gonna like it here.