#Only one sided though

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Sleepover AU

Armstrong had sent out invitations to everyone. Except Khamsin. No one knew why they even kept him around. Everyone was kind of just waiting for the day that a pack of stray dogs would inevitably maul him to death. The group received a message at headquarters. There would be a party in the reception area tonight at 8:00 PM and not to be late. Oh and to bring something like refreshments or games if they could.

The first to arrive was Sundowner. "Why the hell are you dressed like that!?" The man had shown up in with a pair of pajamas covering his cyborg body along with a night cap. Upon a closer look, they appeared to be Eric Cartman themed. Armstrong readjusted his glasses and let out a huff. "Sometimes I'm not sure why I even bothered to hire you." The other man just chuckled at his response. "Kids are cruel, and I'm very in touch with my inner child!" He then walked in and promptly placed down two six cases of bud light. "We all know that you're the only one that drinks that filth. If you want to get drunk then do it on your own time!"

Just then there was a knock. "Sundowner go answer it!" He opened the door and was greeted by Mistral. "Bonjour. May I come In?". This wasn't right. He would be damned if he let a girl ruin his night of hanging out with the boys. Just guys being dudes. Maybe there would be a little sex imvolved but it wasn't gay if you wore socks right? It was then that he came up with a plan. "Sorry, nothin' personal but no girls allowed." Mistral took out the letter. "Then why did I receive an invitation?" Sundowner immediately took the paper from her hand and inspected it. "This must be a mistake. I'll have the person responsible dealt with." He then tore up her note. Mistral cast him a cold gaze and he knew she wasn't buying it. Guess I don't have a choice huh? He got a large sign and then wrote on it with blood (where he got it is a mystery) in big, bold letters "BOYS ONLY". "Sorry Mistral, I don't make the rules. NOW GET OUTTA HERE!"

Armstrong was going over tonight's plans when Monsoon startled him. "I hope it's alright that I let myself in. Your door seems to be broken down." What the hell? What on earth could be happening now? He walked closer to the entrance and noticed Mistral had Sundowner face down with her heel on his back. She also was strangling him with her signature weapon. "I see you're well Mistral.". She let the whip form back into a pole and walked over to greet him. "I've been better." They both looked down and watched Sundowner gasp for air. Then they turned around and walked towards the middle of the room, leaving him there as he choked.

It was now twenty minutes later and it had been quite for too long. "Do you think he's dead?" Monsoon then took it upon himself to find out. "Hang on, I'll go check." He flung a sai at Sundowner, causing the man to let out a moan of pain. "He's good." Suddenly a loud voice could be heard approaching. "What the fuck did you bring me to Sam!?" No, it couldn't be. "I swear that I thought this was a party blondie! Besides, this is better than dealing with your wife's cooking right?" Raiden let out a grunt. He hated when Sam was right.

They walked in and decided not to question why Sundowner was unconscious and laying in a pool of blood. They then reached everyone else sitting under the cherry blossoms. "Well if it isn't saucy Jack? What brings you here? Last time I checked, you weren't invited!" Raiden then glared towards his Brazilian friend. "Sam told me this was a plus one event..." Now everyone was starring at him awkwardly. Sam casually brushed his hand through his pony tail. "Did I say that? I must have misread the note." He started whistling but everyone just decided to drop it. If Sam wanted to keep trying to hook up with a married man and keep failing miserably then that was his problem.

An hour later and Armstrong was deciding what game they should play. Mistral then spoke up. "How about a scary story? Does anyone have a good one?" Raiden then chose to speak. "I was a child soldier and I've seen a lot of terrible things in my life. Let me tell you my worst encounter..." -------------------------------------- By the end of the story everyone felt sick, Sundowner in particular, vomiting up the Doritos he had previously consumed back into the bag. "Hey, you guys weren't even there! I had no choice to but to eat it. Do you know how upset Rose would be if I told her that she can't cook? I wasn't kidding when I said that eating gun powder was more enjoyable."

Just then Monsoon cut in. "That isn't scary. You seem to forget that you're not the only one who grew up on the killing fields! Let me tell you about my childhood..." -------------------------------------- "And then they took the babies and started bashing them against the trees. They didn't die immediately so you could hear their screams-" Armstrong stopped him. "That's quite enough. You win. Now let's never speak of this again..." The party mood was now ruined for everyone except Sundowner. "Aww, I wanna know what happens next!" Mistral was about to strangle him again. Before she could beat him up with her many arms, Sam spoke up.

"Don't sleepovers usually have pillow fights or something?" "You've got to be kidding me. You know we're all too old fo-" Raiden was cut off mid speech by a blow to the head. Armstrong had thrown the first pillow. "DIE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Next thing they knew and the cyborg was having a BMI error. "What's in that pillow anyway Armstrong?" "Heh, nanomachines son!" Well that explained a lot. Now it was time to start the sleepover part of the party. They opened the doors and were greeted with an empty room. "Damn Japanese! First they infect us with their cherry trees and now they don't even have the deceny to use furniture! It's deseased, rotten to the core!"

It seems like they would have to make due. Armstrong went to check the lower floors to find anything that he could use. He prayed and soon found a spare pillow and blanket in one of the rooms. Upon his return he noticed that everyone else was trying to get comfy. Mistral had made herself a makeshift bed out of torn apart dwarf gekkos, Sundowner had chopped down a tree and split it in two so he could use it to sleep on and Monsoon had attached himself to the ceiling and began to stretch out. It looks like he was going to use the floor as a bed and hang above everyone which was kind of unnerving since he didn't need to sleep.

Then there was Sam. "You know you can lay with me pretty boy. I've been told that I'm very comfortable to lie down on." He then gave the cyborg a wink. "Don't take this the wrong way Sam but I'd rather you just take my other eye out." The other man sighed. He would just have to use his large ass as a cushion. It was now movie time. The screen was projected onto a wall and everyone began to pass around popcorn. They began watching King Kong. Raiden wouldn't be allowed to bring anything after this but that didn't matter since he wasn't invited in the first place.

Sam tried to sit closer to Raiden yet he only scooted farther away. "Aye..." Just then he felt someone poke him in the back. It was Mistral. "Would you mind if I braided your hair?" Raiden was currently telling Armstrong every fact about his favorite movie despite the older man not caring while Mistral was with Sam. As she did his hair, they began to gossip and Monsoon was curious to find out what was so interesting. He soon joined in with the conversation and his hair then became braided as well. Sundowner kept pouting and making angry noises, proving that he really was in touch with his inner child.

He finally had enough and made his way over to the trio. "You seem to have forgotten somethin'!" The group looked amongst themselves. "I don't think I'm forgetting anything, did you guys forget anything?" Sundowner then threw his night cap down. "You know damn well what this is about!" When he received no answer he began to stomp his foot. "WHY DIDN'T Y'ALL ASK IF I WANTED MY HAIR ALL DONE UP!?" The three of them looked at each other, then towards Sundowner and started laughing. "WHAT'S SO FUNNY!?" Mistral started to wipe a tear from her eye. "It's just that you're, you know... Bald." The man was now fuming. "O' COURSE I KNOW THAT! I JUST WANTED TO FEEL APPRICIATED, DAMN IT!"

He then let out a loud belch and toppled over. It seems the alcohol had taken it's toll. Sam then pulled out a permanent marker. "Who wants to go first?" The movie ended and Armstrong was relived that he wouldn't have to listen to Jack's commentary. Once it was over Raiden went over to see what the rest of the gang was doing. He noticed that they were all colouring over a very drunk and passed out Sundowner. Sam then looked at Raiden, begging the cyborg not to rat them out. "Are you kidding? You know how much I hate this guy! Now pass me that blue permanent marker!"

Raiden then started to cackle as he unleashed Jack the ripper's madness. By the time they were done, it seemed like there was no place they hadn't reached. There was a drawn on mustache and a eye patch, someone had drawn Charlie Brown on the back of his scalp, but perhaps the harshest was on his crotch plate. On it was written "RIP, you were blown off by that IED but I'll always remember how great it was to be three inches hard."

They all decided that it would be best if they each immediately returned home, not wanting to be present when the man woke up. It was now the next day and Sundowner noticed all the marker covering his body. "THE FUCK!?

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[autumn-may]

terrisas really funny ithink

[monofazz]

I think Deceptibee AU fans should consider the hilarious potential of a Starscream and Bee dynamic in this kind of situation—

[uncanny-tranny]

One thing I have seen - even from other trans people! - is this specific implication that while it's inevitable that trans men pass, but trans women are essentially doomed if they want to pass.

I could talk for days about the intricacies of passing for trans people in general. I could talk for hours about why some trans people want to pass, and that it shouldn't be forced. I could talk about the intricacies for trans men and others when it comes to passing because the dynamics don't play out the way it does for cis men a lot of times. But what gets me is the idea that trans women could never pass, that those who do are essentially anomalies is... nasty. It's got nasty implications, and it's feels even nastier when trans people do it.

Trans women, trans men, trans people of all types shouldn't be required, pressured, or forced to pass. That is true. But to say that passing is nigh impossible for an entire subsect of trans people will never not read as evil.

[beatriceportinari]

Brook trout - Origami, one sheet of paper

[ruporas]

i’ll find you again in every universe. let us be a little more honest, let us have a little more time.

[cozylittleartblog]

doodle of a dress i wore in a dream .....

[kirby-the-gorb]

[cracklewink]

some sketches of my guy

[humming-fly]

Inktober Day 25 - Alpha Gaming

Today I thought I'd go ahead and hunt down that new hedgehog game everyone’s so excited about, since I had a target giftcard and it's been a hot sec since I played one of these - was fully planning to hop on that cool winged shadow trend for the inktober to commemorate my success, but that changed 15 seconds into the first stage when I remembered I actually suck shit at sonic games 👍

[call-me-copycat]

PSA To My Hero Academia fans on RedNote/ Xiaohongshu!

I've seen a lot of people going to Xiaohongshu! That's great! However I think this is something you should know (;´∀`)･･ｧﾊﾊﾊ･･

My Hero Academia is the only anime that is a major taboo! As a long term MHA fan it saddens me greatly - but it offends the Chinese people so don't post anything My Hero Academia related!

They're very lenient with foreigners fortunately, but there have been cases of death threats and harassment to a couple MHA posters. It's essentially banned/blacklisted (socially at least)

I've seen people asking, but so far it's an MHA only type thing - no other anime (to my knowledge) has this type of resentment.

It's not an"oh this anime is cringy" type hate. It's a deep seated resentment - because of Dr. Garaki.

So for those that don't know, way back in late 2019/early 2020, there was this whole catastrophe regarding Horikoshi-sensei's naming of him. His original name was "Maruta Shiga". Many saw this as an ode to the WWII experimentation on Chinese citizens by the imperialist Japanese army and unit 731, and seeing that he's a doctor who experiments on people (to make Nomu)... This wasn't taken well

The Chinese saw it as him pretty much spitting on their history, and saw it as a mockery of their patriotism. Therefore, My Hero Academia as a whole is extraordinarily offensive on any Chinese platform in general

However this was entirely a mistake on Horikoshi's side. As we all know, he likes to have fun with his names and names his characters by appearance, power, or behavior. "Maruta" was meant to portray the Doctor's roundness (as Horikoshi said, "he's a short, portly man"), but it was also the Japanese word for "log" - which many saw as a reference to Unit 731 (many many trigger warnings for those who look into that. It's horrific). "Shiga" was chosen simply because it was similar to Shigaraki's name. It was an unfortunate combination.

Horikoshi didn't intend for it to be such an insensitive reference and immediately changed the doctor's name to Garaki within a week on all digital copies. He's apologized as well, but still to this day My Hero is a big taboo (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

I'm very sorry to my My Hero Academia friends! But I ask of you to keep it invisible on Chinese platforms like Xiaohongshu - just save it for other places like here, okay?

[unnonexistence]

hermann thoughts: if i discredit newton and his approach enough, the martial won't give him the equipment for his kaiju drift, and i can protect him from himself. if he despises me for it, so be it. there is little i wouldn't sacrifice to see him safe.

newt thoughts: this is a Best Science competition and i have to Win

[bigskydreaming]

Imagine looking at a character whose entire premise is that in every stage of his life, he's made every version of himself into someone that inspires people to such a degree that EVERY SINGLE VERSION OF HIM has people wanting to literally follow in his footsteps in some way or another.....

And coming to the conclusion that like.....the most important things about him are the sum of all his trappings. His entirely homemade developed from scratch could not exist if not for what he already was and brought with him BEFORE crafting this newest version of himself trappings, with his greatest trait throughout all of it being his adaptability; his ability and willingness to roll with the punches and not try to simply weather any opposition or changes to his life but instead reshape himself as needed to better fit INTO whatever new shape his life and the world around him takes. All while managing to carry the most innate, fundamental and necessary aspects of himself from one version to the next. Thus every single version of himself is different but simultaneously every single version of himself is also undeniably the same person.

The strength of this character, to me, will always be that he can be so many versions of himself, he can become so many things, all without ever actually losing or discarding any of the aspects of himself he considers most essential, the things he's not willing to lose or give up just to keep going. Finding that road not taken by most, usually because most never even think to look for it as an option. But one that he's always able to find because the one trick he's mastered in his tumultuous life is threading that needle of not just digging in his heels in an unproductive way but rather being selective about when and where he makes a stand and decides "this is not a thing I'm willing to compromise about" but here are places and ways I can and will change and evolve and adapt in order to make it possible for me to hold onto these parts and keep them as they are.

And that's why its always so mind-boggling to me that so many writers can't seem to think of anything else to do with Dick Grayson other than invent some new reason for him to just....not be that person, or to like just take the character whose most basic fundamental trait he's NOT about to compromise on is willingly giving up his spot in the driver's seat of his own life.....and make him just a passenger in his own life and stories.

Dick Grayson at age nine....at age nineteen...at age twenty nine....the one core thread running through all versions of him is the only way he's standing back and letting you call the shots for him or putting him on the sidelines in some way is over his dead body.

HOW he goes about that, what that looks like, who he becomes and what aspects of himself he plays up at some times and what traits he lets fall by the wayside at other times when they offer less in service to his primary goal here....that changes constantly. He changes constantly.

But those changes are almost always (or at least they used to be/should be IN MY OPINION) made with the intention of keeping certain things about him or his life as consistent as possible.

That's the duality of Dick Grayson that I'm here for. The inherent contradiction of him that COULD allow for endless conflict and breaking new narrative ground in all sorts of ways if mined properly:

His eternal willingness to compromise....but only ever in pursuit of doubling down on the ways he's not willing to compromise.

Forever walking that tightrope in ways that only a kid born and raised in a circus could ever hope to.

[queenlucythevaliant]

Just to clarify my thoughts (since I've had a number of people ask me about it) re: Job and cursing God. There's a big difference between cursing God as used in Scripture and how we generally would think of cursing at God today.

Cursing someone, in the Bible, has a lot of depth to it. It's not just saying "screw you " in anger, it's got a sense of forsakenness to it. It's the opposite of a blessing, a removal of blessing. If the blessing is presence, your face shining on the person you're blessing, then a curse is absence. In some translations, Job's wife tells him to "renounce God and die," which I honestly think makes a lot more sense to modern ears.

Job says a lot of unpleasant things to and about God in his anger and grief. So do the Psalmists. A number of the Prophets. So can we. God can take it if we come to him with honest expressions of our emotion, including those not-so-nice ones directed at him. I don't think there's anything wrong with getting mad at God and saying, "How dare you, you bastard" when you suffer unjustly. You can say much worse, I think, without sinning, though I don't feel particularly inclined to give examples. But as long as it's an honest expression of your heart, I think you're doing exactly what prayer is for. You're presenting him your heart with an open hand. He can use that. Opposite of love is not hate but indifference, etc.

Job doesn't renounce God. Neither should we. But I think when you're truly suffering, you're gonna have those feelings toward God either way. He'd rather you address them with him directly than try to avoid them. Cursing at God in the modern sense is actually a great way to keep the relationship strong and not end up cursing/renouncing him in the Biblical sense.

[champion-of-love]

loved how when eah was still airing there was an actual campaign on voting for who would be thronecoming queen. like raven, apple, cupid and blondie were actual choices you could vote for on the eah website. then,,, they just quietly hid the fact there's no voting for thronecoming king. there's no other choice other than daring that's it. can you imagine the dance after the vote had been revealed.

daring and apple are great friends but there's no romance between them so their dance is just them performing another waltz routine they've been dancing since they were kids. snow even sends proffesional videographers to film the thing so it can be used for futher pr for apple.

raven and daring is just awkward since they don't interact much and after the required king and queen dance they split off to hang with their own friends. their last interaction was raven asking if he wrote her a love poem and raven's embarrassment is off the charts. daring already forgot about the incident.

blondie and daring is blondie trying to get the dance over as soon as possible because she just learned about the greatest scoop ever (like what do you mean headmaster grimm cursed his own brother and hid him under the school!!!) and she wants to finish her report on it so their dance is over pretty quick. luckily blondie and daring are both friends so he isn't offended by it. meanwhile grimm is trying to bribe the mirrorblog owners to ban blondie's account before she could post her exposé. it doesnt work.

cupid and daring is just unstoppable force vs immovable object. they dont interact that much but because of daring's charmingness he accidentally breaks a lot of hearts at school and cupid's radio show is full of students crying about him. their dance is half cupid trying to strangle him for giving her so much work and half daring trying to charm her so she'd forgive him and failing. the dance ends in a petty slapfight and daring agrees that he owes cupid a few favors for the extra work he's caused. cupid mostly cashes in these favors so he'd fly her, briar and hopper on legend to parties and concerts after curfew. (thus daring's life as the pink squad's chaffeur begins)