#SUCH A SCAM MAN....

[skyplayssplatoon3]

The Joys Of Anarchy Battle

Get our placements after 1 win, 2103!

Next win, +1.3

Next win, +3.5

First Loss, -110.3..................

We went 13 wins and 4 losses total and came up with -3 from our top score LMAO;;;

[decarabias]

forever thinking about royal’s bad ending. my thing with it is that maruki doesn’t necessarily give anyone what they want most, he gives them what’s most appropriate for them to want within a maruki-approved framework. iirc there’s a really interesting text sequence in the game where he just straight up changes someone’s career because they’re not “good” at it, regardless of whether that’s what they actually want. why struggle at all? ever? right?

and so ultimately i don’t think goro akechi’s greatest wish is necessarily ren. i think it’s a wish for sure, but his greatest wish is his own agency. despite any regrets he has and the fact that shido and yaldabaoth treated him like a pawn, he's generally pretty adamant about owning his choices and their consequences. he doesn't want that erased. and instead, you end up with pleasant boy™ if you take maruki’s deal. maybe maruki (incorrectly) thinks sanding off all of akechi’s rough edges will make him easier for ren to love. but the crux of it is really that maruki has to essentially lobotomize him to preserve the illusion of his perfect reality, because their ideologies are so diametrically opposed that akechi would spend every waking moment fighting back.

this isn’t to undermine ren’s importance to akechi btw — he explicitly acknowledges that he wishes they had met earlier, and there are countless moments throughout their confidant that underscore how much it means to him that they mirror each other so well. he absolutely does want more time with ren, just not under these circumstances.

and that’s also what makes ren’s choice on 2/2 doubly devastating. he knows that either way he loses akechi. and if he takes maruki’s deal, he loses him knowing that his last moments with the real akechi involved the two of them being unforgivably out of sync.

[izzystizzys]

Half the jobs Fox is sent on are not within his jurisdiction. This certainly isn’t.

Planetary protection unit, they said. Military police. Orbital security force.

And now Fox is being pointed at Count Dooku on some backwater planet and told to fetch. How the mighty have fallen.

He’s pretty sure Kenobi, Skywalker and their units could’ve karked this all up perfectly fine on their lonesome; they don’t need three Guardsmen there to watch them do it. But the Chancellor says jump and Fox surpressed the urge to bash his head in with a durasteel chair. So it goes.

Which is when things start going terribly, terribly wrong, of course.

“Is that Spinder?!”, Skywalker exclaims, arms wheeling out in the air wildly to try and catch his balance. “The Count fucks?!”

Across the room, Cody rips his helmet off, several shades redder than a baseline human should be. “The Count fucks my brother?!”

Two lightsticks hover uselessly in the air, Skywalker’s zig-zagging in a relentless hum with his gesturing. Fox stands stock-still, in the hope that maybe he’ll spontaneously turn invisible if he does. Around them, 501st and 212th troopers gape through helmets. Behind him, Nuisance gasps for air amidst screaming laughter.

Ping, went Fox’s comm unit, in that unmistakeable lascivious jingle sound. Ping, answered Count Dooku’s within a split second. Match found close by.

For a moment, Fox considers what it would be like to run at the Count’s lightsaber at full speed.

…not like that.

“Count”, Kenobi says, with a face like he’s bitten into a rotten fruit. Not that Fox knows what fruit tastes like. “This is a highly… unexpected development.” He fwoosh-es his lightsaber shut, obviously having given up on fighting. “I’d call it a conflict of interest, but I’m not sure that applies?”

“Oh, it’s gonna be a conflict of something, for sure”, Cody hisses, fists clenched at his sides. He looks about ready to boil over, with Crys and Waxer inching closer in preparation. “What have you done to my brother, you monster?!”

“I don’t think you want to know that, Commander”, Nuisance gasps out between barks of laughter, proving why he’s eternally Fox’s least favourite. Cody’s splotchy red complexion slowly fades into ghostly white as a sheen of horror settles over the room. “Thanks for the fancy chocolate bouquet last week, Count!”

Dooku, who has been thus far staring at the floor with an empty thousand-klick stare, looks up at that. Fox has seldom seen a man that defeated outside of the mirror, he has to admit - but shudders when he remembers exactly what the chocolates were for.

Oh Force, he’s sexted Count Dooku into buying him gifts. Does that make him a Seppie spy? Traitor by proxy?

“I feel”, says the Count, gravely, still holding his long red laserknife in a white-knuckled death-grip, “that I have been taken for a fool.”

“Uh”, says Fox, nervously. All eyes snap to him. Oh Force, oh Force, oh Force. They’re going to invent a whole new kind of decommissioning for this and name it after Fox.

“Is it really scamming if you actually get what you pay for?”, asks Grids, considering. Fox slowly pulls off his helmet just for the comforting feeling of burying his head in his gloved palms. The sounds of a struggle ensue, and Kenobi makes a choked-off noise. Maybe if he’s embarrassed enough he’ll give himself an aneurysm.

“Grandmaster, why are you paying people for naked pictures of themselves on the holonet?!” Kenobi asks, despairingly. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“Oi, no one said I was naked!”, Fox exclaims, head whipping up.

“So naked”, Nuisance laughs, palm thumping against the floor. He might be crying.

“I’m not decrepit”, the Count blusters, and Skywalker makes a gagging noise. “I have - there are needs, and they are perfectly natural!” It takes three troopers to restrain Cody from launching himself at the Count.

[itaogo]

"With love,

Ada Tennant."

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

caterpillar? more like cu. more like cunty. cuntypil. um.

[bandcampgremlin]

how am i supposed to function whilst knowing this level of gender exists and i can't have it

[grandapplewit]

AU where Shen Yuan, soon after Binghe falls into the Abyss, loses all his memories of Shen Qingqiu. He assumes that he transmigrated into some no name NPC, and enjoys his life as a rogue cultivator completely oblivious to the Heavenly Demon and multiple Peak Lord’s tearing the world apart trying to find him.

[pockethep]

Denji jumping in to help for the most random reasons is my brand of comedy.

[c-rowlesdraws]

while waiting for my iPad to charge so I can draw on it, I had a small adventure on twitter (oh, I’m sorry, I mean 𝕏) reading about this man with far too much money, “Zero�� (a name many people call him, according to himself), who has taken it as his life’s mission to defeat mortality through obsessive exercise, diet, vitamin supplements, and penis injections:

He is, of course, separating gullible nerds from their money by selling his own branded meal and exercise plans, diet foods (including something called “nutty pudding” that looks like a little cardboard cup of grainy, dark brown mud)… and extra virgin olive oil, the most specialist olive oil to ever be pressed, the KEY to immortality, with the blandest and most underwhelming label design imaginable:

That looks like the branding on a ream of printer paper. It’s $37.50-per-bottle olive oil. Incredible. BUT—it’s sold as a TWO-bottle deal! $75 for two of them! The website has no option to just order one. But why wouldn’t you want two of them?? Don’t you want to #dontdie???

And of course. The punchline to all of this that isn’t the penis injections or the reveal that he’s recording his “max urination speed” and taking over one hundred pills per day. The kinds of people snapping up his rejuvenating, immortality-bestowing olive oil…

of course it’s NFT bros.

[goobygnarp]

theres a product for everyone!

[yanaleese]

Hello, I am from Gaza, due to the shortage of medicine in Gaza, my mother who is a type 1 diabetic and was supposed to undergo urgent eye surgery, has not been able to get insulin or any medical care for the past three months. . Some members of my family fled to the southernmost part of Gaza (Rafah) in tents. But my parents and sisters have nowhere else to stay. They are forced to stay in the Nuseirat refugee camp, which has been bombed since the beginning of Christmas. "I am on my knees asking for your donations. Please help me. where you can.

Goal: $700

Thank goodness I double checked your account and found @kyra45 (🥰🥰🥰) 's account to realize what a FUCKING SCAMMER you are. How FUCKING DARE YOU exploit the goodwill of the Palestinian people and their situation.

The only credit I will give to you is showing up in my asks. That way I can expose how much of an ASSHOLE you are to beg for money in this fashion, and spread awareness of this level of shitfuckery you are disgustingly apart of.

So you know what? GET FUCKED!!! 🖕. I'm tagging all the people that reblogged your post.

So those tagged here, kindly asking if you can take your reblog down, and reblog that this is a scam instead: @nismo-boy1999 , @smalloffensiveneedles , @omniscientraisinn , @foolishfynnesse , @itsalice3940 , @rottn-awareness , @alex-the-mediocre , @salad-says-hi , @lqvhss

As for my wonderful followers, remember to donate to legitimate links such as this post and this post (if you cannot donate, all you have to do is click).

Once again, shout out to kyra45 for doing God's work. Thank you for doing what you're doing.

And @yanteetle (🥰🥰🥰) , apologies for @ing you, but since you're spreading Palestinian content I'm asking you and your followers to be on the lookout.

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!!! 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

[cthoseris]

:)

Man-made horrors within my comprehension

[formulaheart]

nothing will ever be funnier to me about jean valjeans ONLY slip up in the whole becoming gods servant and being compassionate lifestyle being just the faintest hint that some dude might have a crush on his daughter and he just goes batshit

some perfectly nice guy in the general vicinity of his baby (17 y/o) girl: *smiles*

jean valjean *fighting every urge in his body to not go ballistic*: i want him dead

[that-girl-glader]

HOLY SHUCK IT'S NOT EVEN OUT YET

[eldritchtoast]

Rip Alan and Fidds, had you met 30 years ago you’d have become besties

[lover-of-mine]