#REPORTING LIVE

[crtter]

The funniest thing about this situation is that Elon Musk is so pissed off at not getting to do something illegal and get away with it by being a billionaire for once in his life that he has been -and I’m 100% serious here- making photo edits of our Supreme Court minister dressed as fucking Voldemort. Literal little kid taping a picture of someone they don’t like to a dartboard kind of behavior.

[bone-stealing-horse]

Setting this as my alarm sound because I keep sleeping through my alarms

[iyamifucker]

I inhabit a very interesting limbo between “I can fix him” and “I’d be evil alongside him” that I dub “As long as he’s not a shithead towards me I don’t really care much what he gets up to in his own spare time”.

[green-grey-n-glitched]

will you answer if I ask your top five Jims -RJ

....

1. Jim

2. Jim

3. Jim

4. Jim

5. Jim

Is it racist (jimist?) if I say yall all look the same?

-🗡

[kerrier]

all i do is get s*oned and look at pictures of Ethel Cain and cry

[theirprofoundbond]

Tom: Did you finish your scene? :D

Me: No… I wrote a sentence. And half of another sentence. And then there was this other sentence where I've been waffling about whether or not to flip the first part with the second part, so I tried it out, and then I was like, “Yes.” And then I was like, “...No.” But then I changed it back to the new version. And then I changed it back again to what it was at first.

Tom: *literally screaming into a pillow*

[goth-miss-piggy]

clean sheets. clean pillow cases. just showered. whats better than this

[crtter]

If people were too mean to you when you were growing up, a newborn animal will materialize inside your brain and it’s so so scared and shivering and it will stay there for years. Decades, even. And whenever you say something kind of weird but true to your heart the animal will tell you “Noo! You can’t say that! If you say that, everyone will hate you!”. The animal means well. It’s so so small and everything is so scary for them and it’s just trying to protect you. But listen to me. Listen to me. Whenever this happens, you can’t do what the animal says. You can’t. If you do, you’ll become as scared as the animal. You have to keep saying weird shit. You have to keep doing things the animal wouldn’t approve of. If you do enough things that scare the animal, maybe one day it’ll go to sleep.

[elainiisms]

it's almost like... if you play a movie in 10 cinemas worldwide, it doesn't do as well as it could 🤯🤯

[red-akara]

Just finished the core ten episode of the Sandman season 1.

Wow. 🤩

The Corinthian is certainly one of my favorite villains I think ever and he was played perfectly. Such a charming, suave, and eevvvvil little man.

And just the scene where Morpheus steals that sick dream from the cereal (killer) convention goers. And they’re left to stagger out to their cars, feeling the full weight of grief and pain and guilt over what they’ve been doing up until this point.

And the Corinthian ultimately just wanting to live a life with no strings attached. Morpheus recognizing the errors of operating without empathy.

Rose Walker forging her own path, indirectly inspired by Morpheus’ words. The Dream vortex!!!

And so many other exhilarating, heartfelt things I could mention. A great conclusion! Onto the bonus episode :)

[ryuutchi]

Posting faggot and queer like 2am gunshots to keep property values on my blog low and scare away assimilationist LGBTs who want to replace my empty lot full of native wildflowers with a 5-over-1 because they're too traumatized by their upbringing to accept the reality of our diverse marginalized community

[iyamifucker]

By my like, EXTREMELY basic understanding of Japanese I gathered from watching subbed anime because I have yet to actually sit down and try to properly learn some of it, the whole theme of that song is food. Іyami is just listing some stuff he finds yummy while breakdancing and doing the robot.

[zoe-oneesama]

I don’t know what you were expecting babes.

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[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

What's Normal Anyway? (DpxDc Prompt)

For one reason or another, Lance Thunder transfers out of Amity Park. It's not Chicago, but Metropolis isn't so bad! It's a lot less chaotic with no daily ghost attacks, and the pay is so much better. He's settling into his new job pretty well if he does say so himself.

His coworkers and local news reporter Clark Kent would like to disagree.

Or Lance Thunder has a lot of habits he's picked up from his time in Amity. Just little things like refusing to allow cardboard boxes into the newsroom, opening the shared fridge with an improvised shield and weapon as if something might jump out, and frequently scanning his coworkers for ecto radiation.

He's... unique. Some of the stuff he says is either confusing or concerning or both, but he's also completely unfazed by whatever big bad is attacking and crazy enough to run to the scene to the report it live.

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

there's more than 50 reported deaths (for now)

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”