#They did you so dirty Mr. Crusher
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I would love to hear from any of those actors as well as the costume designer. I need the gritty details.

#And then there's poor Wesley#In possibly his saddest sweater ever#Getting sentenced to death#And taking it like the fine upstanding young man that he is#But still getting treated like crap by anyone and everyone for several more years#They did you so dirty Mr. Crusher
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“Good Morning little gimp. How did Mommy’s favorite dickless little slave sleep? Oh? I’m sorry baby… I know, you’re not used to snuggles all night are you? Hmmm? Poor baby. Don’t worry, you’ll be safely locked back into your cage tonight. You can snuggle with Mr. Piggy between your legs, he’ll keep your button nice and cozy and doesn’t mind the mess it makes. Are you a dirty little piggy too? *giggles* good boy. I’m sure all of your nasty boy slime is all licked up by now… and has been. Mommy should make you stop. No? You don’t wanna? Ok, but only cause you were sooooo still last night and didn’t even wiggle when Mommy had a bad dream and needed your sack for squeezies. I bet they’re still sore. They look sore. Mmmmm. Tell Mommy you don’t need cummies. Good baby. Again. Now tell Mommy, iffff.. you’re allowed mommy’s pussy. Hmm? No? Good little baby! Maybe at one point but definitely never again. You’re my little ass worshipping baby slave now. I bet you can feel how warm it is, kissing my thighs, you’re probably stealing little sniffs of my delicious, warm, wet pussy. I’ll look the other way, slave; for now… if you tell me where your nose belongs. Where? Yes, good boy. Your nose belongs in Mommy’s asshole doesn’t it? Good baby. And where does baby gimp’s little boy cyst belong? Hmm? Such a smart baby. That’s right, ‘inside of me until Mommy cuts it off’ is 100% correct. Mmmmmm, ok baby gimp, be still, no more touchies. Let’s lock your mitts back on, and your hood. *click* Did you know it’s been 6 months since Mommy let you feel her skin with your bare hands? And 4 since Mommy last harvested her cum. You’re so cute like this, *click* this spiky little ball crusher may become a staple… I don’t know. Mommy loves being worshipped but I want to orgasm now, and making mommy feel yummy involves suffering for her doesn’t it? Yes Goddess? Good baby. Now, mommy is going to roll over on her belly and grind on her vibrator, and maybe text ‘new daddy’. Baby gimp is going to rub its balls as hard as it can on the spikes and take big deep breaths of Mommy’s asshole.”
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Chapter 18: Sworn on a Friend's Dream! The Battle of Molehill, Block 4
(episode 114)
"They're over there?!" Ms. Merry Christmas exclaimed, after the dust from the explosion cleared up. They were at least 10 feet away from where it occurred. "When did you have time to move?!" She noticed Chopper had changed to walk point, while holding Usopp's overalls strap with his teeth. "That form...! I get it, you're a Zoan type, aren't you? I thought you weren't just a normal person."
"Are you okay, Usopp?"
He shakily pushed himself up. "Thanks... you saved me."
She grinned mockingly. "So what if he did? Our advantage over you hasn't changed a bit! Let's go, Mr. 4! Here we go!" She dove back down, creating another hole. "Off we go! Now we go! You lunkhead! You l'ead!" He jumped down after her with a grunt.
"She went underground again!"
"Usopp, you'd best consider yourself done for if you stop moving."
"I get you. You mean, if we stop, they'll fire dozens more at us, huh?" Lassoo sneezed three more baseballs in their direction. "Here they come!" They leaped away in opposite directions, as Mr. 4 reemerged.
A determined Chopper charged in with a battle cry, changing to muscle point. "If I can just knock you flying...!"
He was suddenly stopped by Ms. Merry Christmas grabbing his ankle. "Wait up. If we don't have a batter, the game won't be any fun, will it?" Mr. 4 hit all three balls back, and Chopper shouted in panic when they were heading straight for him!
"Chopper!"
He quickly changed to brain point, letting the balls fly above his head, and explode behind him. "Whew, I can do that. Why, you dirty mole!" She ducked back down to avoid his attack, before he changed back to muscle point, and leaped straight for Mr. 4. "You bastard!" He swung a punch at him, but missed when he disappeared into the hole. "Damn. If they keep running away through these mole holes, then even if I use a Rumble Ball, time will run out on it right away." Just then, he heard shuffling noises. "Huh? Huh...?"
Behind him, the two reemerged, and scaled the area. "Eh? Just where did that guy with the long nose disappear to?"
"They're right. Usopp is gone!"
"I should warn you guys...!" Speak of the devil. His voice rang out from the tunnels, as they glanced around. "My goodness, I'm impressed you could create all of these underground tunnels without it becoming tiresome. Good work! Then again, there can be some literal "pitfalls" when it comes to fighting like this, you know?"
"Where are you?!" She demanded. "Where did you go?! He wouldn't...!"
"Yes! You took the trouble to make these underground tunnels. You're not the only ones... who can move around in them." He then leaped up behind Mr. 4, now wielding a giant hammer with "5t" in red letters on one side. "Usopp..."
"You bastard! You were in one of those holes?!" Chopper perked up brightly through Ms. Merry Christmas' anger.
"Pound!" His head was smashed down, before bouncing back up.
"Mr. 4!" He landed on the sand, and proudly held out his weapon. "A f-five-ton hammer?! Where does that kid keep that kind of power?!" He spun it with one hand, as though it was only a pound.
Chopper looked on in awe. "Five tons..."
"Who are you?" She glared.
"Traveler of the world's oceans, crusher of notorious foes as I go, and sinker of countless ships. Out of fear, people call me the "Dynast of Destruction."" He grinned with a snicker. "Remember my name well. Captain Usopp!" He posed with confidence.
"Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!" Chopper cheered. "That was awesome, Usopp!"
"Yeah, thank you, thank you, baby!"
"Awesome! Awesome!"
"Thank you. I'll be signing autographs later."
"I've underestimated your ability, until now!"
"Hey..."
"Mr. 4 is..."
'He's not moving,' Usopp watched him cautiously, 'C-could I have hit him that hard? No, hold on. Either way, this is my chance, huh?' He turned to Ms. Merry Christmas with determination. "You too, penguin! Take this five-ton hammer!" She screamed in terror when he ran over, hammer in tow. "Usopp Pound!!" She ducked down to avoid the hit. "Tch, she got away! Where are you, penguin?!"
She peeked out of another hole in irritation. "I told you, I'm a mole, you "ba"!"
"There you are!" At that, a game of life-size whack-a-mole commenced. "Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Rubber band!" He shot a rubber band at her face, before continuing. "Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!! Pound!!" He panted in exhaustion, as the cloud of dust cleared. "Damn, you're all over the place!"
"Ha! "Ba"! You "ba"! What's the point..." She was tired out herself, "If you can't hit me?!"
He pushed past his fatigue, and shakily lifted his hammer. "Let me inform you of something. You must've heard that a good number of Baroque Works staff have been eliminated by us, right? The truth is, that was all my doing!"
"W-what?!"
"And what's more..." He gave a teeth-baring grin. "I have 8,000 men under me!"
After a moment of silence, Chopper expressed his naive shock. "Really?!"
Usopp tensed up at that, before lifting his hammer in a distraction. "Five tons! Five tons!"
"Wow, awesome! Wow, awesome!"
As they both rambled on, Mr. 4 regained consciousness, and groggily sat up. "Ee-yow!"
"What, just now?!" Usopp gawked.
"Whoa!" Chopper exclaimed. "He took a five-ton hammer, too! He's a monster!"
'He doesn't have the slightest bump, does he?' Usopp tensed in a panic.
He took a direct blow to the head by a five-ton hammer, and he's uninjured? Ms. Merry Christmas thought with confusion.
A baseball exploding in his face startled Usopp out of his mind, but it hit his hammer. Chopper shouted in shock at the result; it was a fake! "Papier-mache?! Hey, that was fake?!"
"Of course it was! You think I can lift five tons?! I have to give up after 5kg! This is a light, folding model I made out of frying pans, and a stick!"
He started shaking and whimpering at Ms. Merry Christmas' burning fury. "Why you... you tricked me, didn't you?" He backed away with fear. "No more mercy! More art of escaping! Mole-fish!!"
Usopp stayed put when she dove back down. "She's gone into the molehill again! Watch out for the holes!" 'W-what's she planning to do this time?' He scaled the whole area in a panic. "Where did you go, you bastard?! Where did you go?!"
He heard her mocking voice from underground. "Watch out for the holes, you say? That won't do any good. Under the ground is like a swimming pool to me!"
Through her evil laughing, Usopp began brainstorming. "A pool?" Suddenly, a tunnel began opening right under him. "You mean...?"
She leaped up behind his back. "Mole..."
"Usopp!"
"Banana!!" Her hit landed in Usopp's face, sending him flying several feet away. "Mr. 4! Lassoo! You guys take care of the reindeer man! Show off your 400-swing punk knocks!"
Chopper panicked when Lassoo launched hundreds of baseballs in his direction. He was surrounded, with nowhere to escape. 'It's no use! I can't take an attack like this anymore! It's all, or nothing! I'll have to use those three minutes to think up a way to beat up this guy! Rumble!' He ate a Rumble Ball, while turning small again. 'Brain Point!!' He held his front hooves together. "Scope!!" The balls all exploded around him.
Nearby, Usopp sat up, and looked back in concern. "Chopper...?" The reindeer stumbled back from the explosions, but regained his footing, and put his hooves together again, with Mr. 4 in the gap. "Chopper," Usopp smiled weakly.
"Is this the time for you to be concerned about someone else?" He tensed up at Ms. Merry Christmas' voice from underground. "I told you, no more mercy, you "ba"! I'll torment you as much as I like, and turn you into desert dried fish! Mole Banana!! Here goes!" She suddenly launched up, emerging between his legs, and he jumped away with his legs high up by his head.
"You can't go after that spot on a guy!"
"Quit your griping, you "ba"!" He ran for his life, with the attacks merging close behind. "Mole Banana!! Mole Banana!! Banana!! Banana!!"
Through his sprint, Usopp was ecstatic to find a wall portion up ahead. 'Terrific! There are ruins of a wall over there! If I keep dashing at this speed toward it, she'll hit the part of the wall buried in the sand with a major crash!'
"Banana!! Banana!!"
'Come on, come on, come on, come on!' He jumped up in the air, and on another structure. "Now bash your head open!" The first wall crumbled on impact, but his platform soon followed suit. "Wha-?!" He screamed in terror when it collapsed down on him.
"Usopp!" Chopper weakly looked on in concern. Because he was distracted, he got hit by another bomb by Mr. 4. He staggered to his feet while the dust cleared, and turned to the destruction. "Usopp..." With a glare, he turned back to his opponent, and put his hooves back together. 'I don't have time for that. The Rumble Ball will only last for two more minutes. Usopp will be fine. It will take more than that to beat him. Right now, finding their weakness comes first. Otherwise, we're going to get beaten here. Yeah, it's just like Usopp said, isn't it? Right now, I'll just do whatever I can!'
In the rubble, Usopp peeked around, before emerging, and panting. He stayed on high alert, sweating profusely, before he laughed confidently. "Got crushed, did you?! You old penguin hag! Serves you right!"
"I told you, I'm a mole!" She was right in front of him! He recoiled with a yelp. "Molehill Highway!!"
Usopp screamed in terror when she grabbed his ankles, and began dragging him away. "What are you doing?! Let me go!" He flailed helplessly. "Stop it! This is dangerous to do out here! If you go too fast, you'll- Wah! In front of you! Look! A wall! A wall in front of you! Can't you see that?! Stop it!"
"Mole-Mole Impact!"
He collided hard in the wall, creating a shaped hole, before being tossed away like garbage.
"I see it! I know your weakness!" Chopper made a beeline for Lassoo, slid up to him, and began shoving sand in his face. "Now!" He forced Lassoo's snout down the nearest tunnel, sending baseballs shooting down. "Usopp! Usopp, can you get up?! Usopp!" He weakly looked towards him. "Get away from the mole, and her holes!"
He made a run for it. "You don't have to tell me!"
Chopper, now in walk point, joined him. "Hurry!"
Ms. Merry Christmas watched in confusion from close by Mr. 4. "What are those guys doing now?"
Just as Usopp and Chopper made it to safety, the whole area exploded! It was even noticed by Vivi, who was still trekking on through the kingdom. "The molehill's weakness... is that all the tunnels are connected."
"Oh..." Usopp groaned, "... Yeah?"
Chopper watched cautiously, before a trio of familiar shadows emerged in the dust. They're alive! This is bad. My Rumble Ball's effectiveness is already half gone."
"No more..." He turned to Usopp, who jumped to his feet with teary eyes. "No more! No more! We're gonna get killed!" He made an urgent run for it.
"Usopp!"
"You gotta be kidding me!" He cried. "There's no way we can beat them! Not those monsters! They're still alive, after that!"
"No, we can't run away!" Chopper protested. "Not from these guys! Usopp!"
"He's right!" His sprint was suddenly stopped by Ms. Merry Christmas grabbing his ankle. "That was an insolent stunt for you to pull! After going that far, you can't just run away, you know!"
"Usopp!" Chopper called out fearfully.
He could only scream in terror. "Ha! I guess if the captain is that feeble, his crew must be wimps too!"
Usopp stopped dead at that. "Captain...? What about Luffy?"
"If you mean Straw Hat Luffy, he got killed a while ago, at the boss' hand. The rebellion has begun, and all. You guys picked the wrong people to mess with."
Usopp and Chopper stared on in terror. "Luffy... is dead?" Chopper almost whispered.
Usopp on the other hand, glared down furiously. "Don't you lie to us!"
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insane Skier Jump Training (@olehenningholt8808) #shorts
This is the kind of vulgar crab we see all the time now our son is saying we need to get the demons out and get the keys going to force ourselves to raise the army and start manufacturing more we have a plan and it's going to head but he says the demons should be opened up before the 15th and we understand what he's saying we we need to do that we always screaming about it no matter what we're doing this is trying to get ahead of it and we need to build more Star Trek facilities the activities centers and we need to do that now and we need to build them at campuses colleges and universities and get some help from them and I started doing it all over the place and his country went nuts they said this is great we need them to use their brains to do it and to help that and to get them on board first and really it's a smart idea and near high schools middle school no psy corp and his kids are jumping for joy this is look at me and so they said we're going to go ahead and do it and it is to save children it's a it's like Mr crusher you heard that and said that's great and yeah he had problems and they bring him up when he's talking about things like this so we're doing that and near businesses but the university is key businesses would be great and we need to we need to get them going and leadership so we went ahead and start doing that and it's working ...this is a terrifying job a horrible place to jump to and who the hell would build this is gross you put it on here because of the Utah Olympic facility and he helped build this and design this and he wants the money for it these people don't care if you take it down it's not true but he wants them in court anybody that used it too and now we're going to start doing it cuz they say all sorts of stuff
Thor Freya
He designed a lot of stuff like this and sports became famous it is for us now we're going to get them back cuz they say it's for them and I tell you what I'm going to open a lot of lawsuits right now and we're not slowing down but we haven't done this for a while and he's saying this kind of stuff is important what they did to the clans was to try and erase anything that would ever get him anything what are you saying is well that's probably stupid and it really is they want to impress him with the ships and their in control and in charge and potatoes and we don't want him to go through mass of hell to get there that's stupid and we don't want him to go through massive hell to get where we are it just happens that the realm is a piece of crap and that they can't do the act for that long and really that's not what it is but it's close these Max are pushing these idiots already having trouble I already have makeup problems because I know what to do or revels if you're from a certain country then there's a Chinese their rebels he says okay I get that Dave's rebel you have to list them all this is threatening my life and like trying to get an education and that's all I got and I'm poor dirt poor dirt poor and Sarah says you're feeling massively he's got a song is going to play but he said that back in Armstrong there's notes in lockers from him it's John remillard to himself it's really from Billy Hicks and he wrote about what was happening and they're still in the locker and he opened it up he said we're a bunch of f***** to him but he doesn't care he's a rebel and we're the people he knows and stuff like that and it might be some dirty pictures in there and stuff. Not many but you guys are trying those everywhere and he's complaining about it so you pulled him down. We are going to have losses and they'll be surprised again soon cuz he know who's doing it it's like the actor from The predator he had an accident on a Harley-Davidson and he blames John remillard for a lack of safety equipment no it's the way that they were doing the throttle and he told them not to so they're trying to show me works now they're trying to use it on him and he orchestrated this whole thing to blame Trump and Trump went for it and fell for it and the max were having him do it to get the material and they fail and like you said there were two of them in the building and one went missing and the material came back and it was the man who brought it back is the blind guy who says lions and tigers and bears he's a very big f** and the other guy is the rooster he was a Mac too and he blamed will pierce and he got him put into museum and that guy's dead he went over the top and they're going after the other one too it's on the stop doing it stop bothering him get the ice back out don't keep the injury there and he won't listen anything after his people and it's really because he's not listening and you guys are stupid
I'm introducing these lawsuits soon and the max will support the one against landrigan because we're going to sue the Mac and Trump and will tell you how it goes Trump is going to die and then we're going to sue Lange again who's the actor if you still around we have to sue them both at the same time they both have the same identity and they both are trying to use it he did the surgery on purpose and forced that too.
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A happy early birthday present for @getvalentined because we both loves the Vin and Veld weird ship.
Long under the cut, mild warnings for blood and alcohol.
Veld somehow always knew he was going to end up leaving the world the same way he entered it: Screaming and covered in someone else's blood.
He didn't anticipate spending his 25th birthday that way.
A quarter of a century old, and he was piss-drunk in a bar in the slums, stuffed into an impromptu cage match against a beast of a man who called himself "Bubba Crusher" and prided himself on an uncanny ability to look menacing with a beer gut and all of five teeth left. He did look rather menacing. But getting past Bubba Crusher was the last step in finding out the name of the man selling uppers and weapons to anti-Shinra forces. Bubba was obviously upped up on something-or-another, something strong, something that made it so he was barely fazed when Veld swung a good, hard blow right to his solar plexus.
Vincent would be somewhere on top of the bar, recording the chatter of the patrons, sorting through it for something useful. Mentions of drugs or buying or selling or weapons, mentions of Shinra officials or plans. Vincent thought a mile a minute, too quick for Veld to follow, he'd have all the useful bits of information parsed out before Veld even got a knockout on Mr. Crusher here, grinning and wiping blood from his sparse, broken teeth, spitting something that might have been part of his guts and wavering. Veld tackled him, and the man went down with the weight of someone who was all beer and no brains. The crowd cheered. They had no idea their champion of the night was a Shinra crony, celebrating his 25th birthday by wiping Bub Blood's puke off his shirt.
"Got it." Vincent's voice rang clear in his earpiece. He'd lost too much of his Wutaian accent, leaving only clipped coldness. "Get out of there, Veld."
"Sorry to drink and run, boys, but I got places to be." Veld grinned. So maybe he had partaken of one too many shots of whiskey. So what, you only turn 25 once. And being drunk was part of being a Turk. He patted a dazed, high and very confused Bubba Crusher on his massive back, wiped his own smear of blood from his nose. Bowed, saluted, and turned tail, leaving the bar just as Vincent was finishing his climb off the roof.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing in a dirty place like this?" Veld swung his arm around Vincent's shoulder.
"You're drunk." Vincent narrowed a glare that didn't do a very good job of hiding his smile.
"And you're gorgeous."
"And I was going to offer to buy you a drink, but you've clearly had enough." Vincent rolled his eyes, but he sunk into the arm around his shoulder. Let Veld keep him close.
"S'my birthday. I can drink if I want."
"Yes, but no more." Vincent did smile, then, hopping onto the subway car that would take them back to the upper plate. "I'll have to give you water and aspirin for your birthday instead."
"And a kiss?" Veld leaned in, overdramatically fluttering his eyelashes, arms around Vincent.
"Needy." Vincent pushed him away, not even trying to hide his smile anymore. "Maybe. If you're good."
"I'm always good, babe."
"Funny way of saying you never are. But it is your birthday. I'll consider it."
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honorable mentions: quotes that didnt make it into my recent "the signs as" post
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