#You Fucking Dipshit™

[cleolinda]

Tuesday’s debate between Trump and his opponent Kamala Harris in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, had several eyebrow-raising moments but none moreso than when Trump, echoing his latest online-born conspiracy, baselessly accused thousands of legal migrants in Springfield, Ohio, of stealing, killing, and eating pet dogs off the street.

The conspiracy was fact-checked in real time by ABC’s David Muir, who noted that city officials had looked into the claim and found it to be baseless. But the damage was already done.

Nearly a week later, Vance found himself once again answering for his running mate’s actions after days of shocking fallout in Springfield, where residents have reported fliers dropped by the Ku Klux Klan as well as several threats of bombings or mass shootings — the latest of which, at Wittenberg University, occurred Saturday night just hours before Vance would go on the air.

[…] On CNN, he seemingly admitted that his claims were lies, then continued by saying that he would keep spreading such tales, even knowing them to be untrue, if they resulted in the media talking about issues he claimed were still just as real despite the deception.

“If I have to create stories so that the American media actually pays attention to the suffering of the American people, then that's what I'm going to do,” said the senator.

This is DANGEROUS shit aimed at the Haitian immigrant community for political gain

that is going to get people hurt if not outright killed, and this motherfucker just admitted it’s not true. Which is maybe the most important thing you will read about the whole ordeal.

“But I saw pictures!!!”

Spoiler: the geese were roadkill.

The woman behind an early Facebook post spreading a harmful and baseless claim about Haitian immigrants eating local pets that helped thrust a small Ohio city into the national spotlight says she had no firsthand knowledge of any such incident and is now filled with regret and fear as a result of the ensuing fallout.

Backlash was swift, with replies ranging from, “I find it strange that a self-professed ‘hillbilly’ doesn’t know what whole chickens look like,” to, “HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT CHICKENS LOOK LIKE WITH THEIR LEGS ATTACHED YOU F****ING DIPSHIT.” Oliver Alexander, an open-source intelligence analyst, weighed in, sharing images of plucked chickens looking remarkably similar to whatever was being grilled in the video. “Clearly chicken you weirdo. Dude’s never seen chicken that wasn’t dino-nugget shaped,” he wrote.

[scrawnytreedemon]

Woke up to this statement regarding the Israel-Palestine gaining 70 notes overnight-- Which is like, alot, for my blog.

While I'm glad this ended up resonating with alot of people, the truth of the matter is, I had no intention of this being shared. Looking back, I should have turned off reblogs, but I literally didn't think this would escape my immediate circle.

I made that statement for my blog. That was all. Nothing about what I said was fresh, or new, or genuinely insightful. There's nothing here you can't find elsewhere, and, personally, as someone completely uninvolved in the context, it feels a bit... wrong, isn't the right word, but perhaps off that ultimately my uneducated opinion is getting passed around.

I said as much in my original tags (of which there are plenty); I don't like virtue-signalling. If I want to be seen a certain way, I behave accordingly. The only reason I made that post is because in times like these, that trust isn't guaranteed; decency isn't a given.

I'm just a silly fandom blogger, with my crossovers, and my rarepairs, and my weirdass obsessions. Inasmuch as is possible, I don't like directly addressing politics, despite keeping an eye on it. I do not have the rigor to do it properly, and it would make me miserable. I'm tired enough as-is.

I'm turning off reblogs for that post, and will take care to do so for others' like it in the future. If you feel the same, make your own, in your words. It will be more heartfelt and genuine than mine ripped from their context ever could be.

So, yeah.

[nouvxllev]

skill issues

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x G!p!Reader

Summary: in which you got reeled into a bandwagon of a fps game by mindy, anika, and chad.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: smut. just pure smut.

a/n: i just love the idea of tara carpenter being a clingy partner (also my first time writing just a chapter full of smut.)

masterlist.

The clock ticked midnight. Probably even pass that. Actually, you didn't know anymore. Whatever was on your mind was completely erased and replaced by tiny pixels moving in your screen.

Ever since you've joined Tara's friend group, you've also been reeled into a bunch of activities they do on a daily basis. To binge watching scary movies you've begged them not to drag you in, to playing games they recommended to you.

You regret participating in the latter.

It's not like you were having fun, hell, you were having too much fun with this simple FPS mobile game they pulled you in, but the deep dark circles under your eyes were starting to show and you don't really eat anything except for the meals Tara cooks for you. Which are greatly appreciated by a kiss.

"Y/n, what the fuck!? I told you to cover me!" Mindy yelled over your headphones. Actually, it was Tara's headphones desperately lent over to you after days of quiet shouting that didn't really help.

You crouched in reply, knowing Mindy was spectating your character.

You killed, not one, not two, not even four people, but six at once in a group! 3 headshots and 3 body kills. You were pretty proud of yourself, honestly. You just started the game a few weeks ago and you're only getting better and better, you wanted to brag to Tara but she was fast asleep beside you. She was always beside you whenever you play those games with the group, cuddling you as you hold your phone up in the air, but she always ends up falling asleep when you do.

Chad laughs over his mic, "damn, we should've invited Y/n a long time ago. She's good at this game."

You laugh in response, bringing your voice to a whisper. "Even I didn't know I had this in me."

Ever since you and Tara finally made it official, you packed your things and said good riddance to your home and lived together with Tara. It was unexpected, even she was surprised by the spontaneous decision, but the two of you were happy in paradise. Not until you got dragged into the whole 'gaming with those two dipshits™ (by Tara Carpenter, of course.)'

"Anika—! Anika—Wait, shit Anika!" You scream, regrettably, while shooting the opposing team down. Obviously, the luck you had earlier had worn out and you were now staring down at your dead character, groaning.

"I didn't know they were there!" Anika apologized.

"Skill issue." Mindy chimed, you could tell she was leaning back in her chair, looking smug.

"Definitely." Chad blurted, a huff of air he let out.

You rolled your eyes. "Those who didn't carry the team with their 6-kill streak should actually shut up." You went back to the home screen after gg'ing the other team

"Another round?" You exclaimed, and the others cheerfully agreed in the background.

You forgot, for a split second, you were beside one of the most lightest sleepers in the world; your marvelous girlfriend Tara Carpenter. Someone could breathe in her vicinity and she'd almost immediately wake up. Which is why she's staring you down, burning holes in your neck, unimpressed look on her face.

"Y/n," she groaned, "I thought you'd be done by now."

You turned to look at her, and you could only hope it was the darkness fooling your eyes since Tara looked like she was about to scream if not for her reminding herself that you were her girlfriend.

You muted your mic, "One more round, I promise."

"You always say that." She whispered, her arms wrapping around your waist as you were sitting up and you almost melted in her arms, a sigh you let out.

You let your other hand let go of your phone and let your hand relax on her head, soothing her worries of you being on the verge of being one of those mentally unstable gamers who discarded their whole entire life.

Tara was still awake, you could tell by how she tilted her head slightly to look up at you and back to whatever game it is you were so engrossed in.

It was only a few seconds later before Mindy, Anika, and Chad were screaming into the mic and telling eachother to "defend, defend, defend!" or just curse at eachother.

And you, of course, was just resting in paradise while your girlfriend watches over you with half-lidded eyes. But you could tell she was trying to be awake.

You were getting into that headspace where your luck with getting kills increased, and damn were you so happy you could basically convince yourself you were the next top player at this game.

That was until you fumbled over a sniper shot, your finger slipping and your character dying. Your friends were yelling, laughing, but you couldn't focus. Not when Tara's hand was placed firmly on top of your cock.

You froze in place, your eyes, not focused on the screen anymore, but focused on somewhere in the darkness of your room. Her fingers tracing lazy circles around your clothed bulge, only getting larger the more she teases you.

You muted your mic, your hands clutching your phone as you suck in a moan. "Tara, wait, I'm—"

"—Playing?" She finished, looking up at you with her doe-eyes you knew you could never resist. "I'm sure you can play perfectly fine." She replied, her fingers sliding into the waistband of your shorts. You ultimately regretting, and thanking, that you weren't wearing anything underneath.

You were big, you haven't measured it yourself, but Tara worshipped it like it was (and is) so that was enough for confirmation. The tip of your cock was immediately leaking with pre-cum, and it didn't help when Tara kept stroking it, taking her time to graze her thumb along the head.

"Aren't you going to continue playing?" She looked at you, doe eyes and all as if she wasn't giving you the most perfect and maddening handjob you've ever received.

There was something in her voice, something that made you go fucking insane. And something that made you click that respawn button, playing it off as if nothing was happening down below.

You were desperately trying to get a kill, the amount of times you've pressed that damn respawn button was embarrassing. But how could you focus when the most prettiest girl was wrapping her warm lips around the tip of your dick, her hands taking care of the inches that wasn't in her mouth. Yet.

She removed her mouth away from your cock, a soft whine escaping your lips at the loss of contact, but then she adjusted her position. Her body going in between your thighs as she spreads them apart.

You almost, almost, went to heaven when she immediately reattached her soft lips to your dick and slowly started to go deeper.

It was almost pathetic how your hips bucked and your head was thrown back, your eyes rolling in pleasure.

And only a few seconds passed until she was bobbing her head up and down on your cock, her free hand tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Fuck, that turned you on even more.

You contemplated throwing the game, hell, even your phone, but Tara dug her perfectly manicured nails into your thighs when you were starting to put your phone down.

"Y/n, you're getting out of your game!"

"Noticed."

"I bet 20 bucks she's getting laid by Tara, right now."

The three of them, in order, Chad, Anika, and Mindy all teasing you for getting your dick sucked in the middle of the game. But you didn't care, at all. You didn't have enough trust in yourself to unmute and to deny all sayings, that were 100% true by the way, without having to hold back a moan.

"Fuck, Tara..." You manage to say in a whimper, your hand, which was supposed to be playing the game, was grabbing a handful of Tara's hair. Helping her take in what's left of you, and soon enough, her nose reached your chest, gagging a little bit in the process.

You were going crazy.

It was then you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed her hair, a bit more forcefully, and started to shove yourself back and forth into her mouth. Your hips bucking and gradually getting speed. You could see how her eyes and jaw widened to take more of you. Spit and pre-cum dripping all over her mouth as she looked at you, tears staining her eyes while she closed them whenever she hit the base, gagging all over your cock.

You can feel your legs begin to shake, your head throwing back and your eyes rolling. But that didn't stop you from absolutely railing Tara's mouth against your dick until you've emptied yourself inside of her, forcing her to swallow all of your load.

A minute passed before you slowed down your movements, pulling an exhausted Tara out of your cock. She looked at you dumb, your own cum smeared all over her lips as a grin adorned her abused lips.

"I guess we can say I'm better than that stupid game you're always playing." She rasped, her voice hoarse.

"You did this because you were... jealous of me playing a game?" You chuckled, clearly out of breath. It was cute if you weren't so turned on by the fact Tara was looking at you like that.

She brought her hand up to her mouth, wiping away the excess cum with her thumb and licking it off. "I just wanted to tease you, baby."

You thought that was the end of it, not until Tara threw your phone and headphones away and started to climb on top of you, your still hardened cock right on top of her clit. You didn't even notice she wasn't wearing anything underneath as well until now.

"I'll get you a new one—" she breathed, "I promise. Just, please." She whimpered, god, fuck, you were going insane. "Just fuck me."

And that was everything you needed you hear.

You immediately flipped her around, "Y/n, what the FUCK!—" she screamed as you drilled your cock into her, your hips pulling out your dick and fully slamming it back into her pussy. A broken moan coming out of her lips.

"Shit... Tara, you're driving me crazy." Was all you could mutter before you went faster, your hands going to her hips to hold her steady, and your eyes were focused on your cock easily sliding in and out of her puffy folds, taking all of you at once while Tara could only moan, a new freshly coat of cum taking over your dick.

The way she squeezed around you, milking your cock for all it's worth, made you dizzy and your head start to spin. But that didn't stop you from completely destroying her bit by bit, aiming to break her down.

You pulled her closer to you, your hands going up to her shoulders and aggressively ramming her body against your shaft as if it wasn't so deep enough already. Tara couldn't say, mutter, or even speak a single sentence at this point.

You were fucking her dumb, and shit you loved it.

Your hands slithered up from her shoulders to her neck, lightly choking her before turning her head to you.

"You're so pretty like this, baby. So gorgeous and perfect." You muttered in her ear, every word coming to a hard thrust as Tara's mouth opened, attempting to say something but only coming out as a pathetic moan. "You wanna be fucked like a slut? Be fucked dumb out of your mind?"

Sliding your hands on her back, you pressed down firmly to create the perfect arch as her head was buried into the soft mattress, her hands curling up into a ball as she sobbed with pleasure. You can hear her moaning your name over and over again, screaming and sobbing muffled by the soft pillow under her.

"Answer me, Tara."

"Yes, please!" She pleaded, "God, oh my god." She gulped, her head falling back as she reached her second orgasm, her walls clamping down on your cock and cum dripping down from her abused and assaulted pussy.

Her legs gave up, but you didn't. You continued to ram into her, without a care that she was near peak exhaustion and her sobs were becoming more frequent. Your freehand that wasn't pressing down on her back going over to her clit, overstimulating her.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you groaned, "Tara..."

"Cum'n me." She said, breathless, "please. Please, please, please, please—"

After that last plead, you came in her. Your body still thrusting into Tara as you lean towards her, "I love you. I love you so much, my favorite girl." You muttered, pressing kisses all over her cheeks and lips as she breathed for air. But that sweet moment didn't stop you from resuming to pound into her as if it was your last day on earth.

You kept your cock inside of her, pistoning it in and out as you stretched her pussy till it's limit. Until it recognized the shape of your dick, which, you succeeded. The both of you continued until Tara reached her actual peak of exhaustion and collapsed.

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When Tara woke up, she was sore. Sore as fuck. Everything up and down from her head to toe was just relentless pain everywhere. That is, until she turned her head to see you just gazing at her. Softly. As if you didn't ruin her to pieces just hours before.

"Hey," you greeted her, a smile gracing your lips. Tara didn't realize, but you drew her a bath the second she passed out and took care of her yourself. Even changed her to her favorite outfit whenever she just wanted to lay around.

Tara smiled. Despite her sore legs, her sore everything actually, she still managed to cling onto you like a koala. Her arms crushing you as you hugged her back. "Hey." She whispered in your ear, kissing you gently. "Thanks, by the way. For taking care of me." She hugged you even tighter, which you reciprocated.

The two of you sat there for a few minutes, basking in eachothers presence and warmthness. Until you broke the silence. "Tell me the real reason." You pulled back from Tara's tight hug. (You tried to, she was unbudging.)

"I was." She raised an eyebrow, which you also reciprocated.

You chuckled. "I've been your girlfriend and bestfriend for a total of 3 years, Tara. You can't fool me."

She could almost roll her eyes right now if she wouldn't regret it later. "We haven't had sex in a while." She confessed, avoiding your eye contact. "Like, a whole month."

The adorableness there was to Tara Carpenter, the amazing girl you're blessed with, was beyond you. "You could've told me, Tara." You tucked a loose strand between her ear, "you know I like talking with you. Especially about something personal, or maybe something about in our relationship."

"I didn't know how to like," she paused, "really, really, express it." She explained, "also I couldn't since you were on that damn video game for weeks now!"

Yeah, you had to blame yourself for that. Or maybe the crew. "I solemnly swear to not play that game. Well, atleast that often." You held up your pinky, making a pinky promise that you always, always never broken in your life.

Tara chuckled, taking your pinky into hers. "Also your phone has been buzzing like crazy for the last few minutes."

"It's just Mindy bragging about she got rich because she was betting over our sex life."

"What!?" The younger Carpenter screamed.

"Don't worry too much about it." You shrugged it off. "Just a skill issue." You joked.

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a/n: just needed to get this off my brain. idea popped into my head one random day and i've been thinking about it actually doing something about it, and it's probably something i need to do to take of my writers block!!

[birues]

"hi my One True Friend™ i turned myself into a fucking dragon and ate the mother crystal to get jet fuel to travel to the end of the fucking existence to find you." *Looks at the despair and rage of the trillions* "Hm. Is that your prey? Why is the INSIGNIFICANT dipshit is still alive. Nvm let's kill it"

[greed-the-dorkalicious]

All the discussion around AI lately got me thinking about an incident recently in which a guy got his ass sorely beat by the vocal synth community

For those of you not familiar, “vocal synths” in the electronic music sense typically refers to programs like Vocaloid, SynthV, UTAU, Alter/Ego, DeepVocal, etc., digital instruments that allow composers to create, as the name implies, synthesized vocal tracks. The way they work is that they draw from libraries (referred to as “voicebanks” or VB for short) of special studio recorded* vocal samples from singers singing different syllables at a consistent pitch. The program then splices these together and adjusts the pitch to match whatever notes you put in- You want to do All Star, it’s gonna string together “[suh][m] [buh][di] [wuh][n][s] [tO][ld] [mi]” or something like that. Basically it’s an extremely complicated sampler.

(*unless you’re using UTAU or another build-your-own-vocal program in which the “studio” is only metaphorical, and is sometimes somebody’s basement with a Rockband mic plugged into a laptop.)

Now, there is no threat of vocal synths putting actual singers out of a job. Even the best vocal synths always have a bit of a robotic sound to them, and the voicebanks take hundreds of hours of recording time from you know, actual singers. Any piece made with vocal synths has to be worked by a human hand in a process called “tuning” in order to sound any good, whether you’re trying to make it sound human or leaning into the robotic sound. This isn’t something that’s being done on a corporate scale to cut costs- This is something pretty much exclusively being done by small scale indie music hobbyists because we fucking love Hatsune Miku and her weird buddies. Most folks are less interested in doing something that sounds 1:1 like a human voice and more in going beyond what humans can do to make shit like this

One of the leading vocal synths right now is Synthesizer V (SynthV), created by a company called Dreamtonics. SynthV offers fancier versions of some of its voicebanks, which are called “AI” voicebanks. These use machine learning trained on, again, professionally recorded and legally licensed vocal samples to help make songs sound a little bit more smooth, a little bit more in line with whatever singing style you’re aiming for. Everything else previously mentioned still applies: They’re still painstakingly recorded and programmed, you still need to tweak it yourself to get it to sound just right, and it’s still never going to sound 100% like a human. And that’s fine!

For this next bit y’all are gonna have to trust me because the tweets all got deleted, though if anyone wants I’m happy to pull up screencaps of talking shit about it with other vocal synth folks when it happened lmfao

So basically. Since ChatGPT type grifters have convinced people that “AI” means “magic plagiarism button”, back in April some dipshit NFT guy on Twitter started complaining on an official SynthV update post that SynthV (which he apparently believed to be called “Dreamtonics”, the name of the company that makes it) should allow people to make voicebanks from “their own voice”, insisting that it would be easy and PROFITABLE!™ to do so. He also clearly did not actually mean “their own voice” but rather “the voices of celebrity singers shamelessly lifted without their consent”, which was made extra obvious from a tweet on his own page that was like “Teehee people in monitored Twitter spaces don’t realize their voices are being recorded and fed into AI!” which he then deleted after I linked it on the thread about SynthV. lol.

Dude proceeded to get whupped by actual vocal synth people basically saying shit along the lines of “Yeah we can all tell you just want to commit cheap plagiarism, jackass” and “Dude why are you here when you clearly don’t understand the very very basics of what this software even is” and “Go make an UTAU voicebank if it’s so easy then”. (UTAU being a Japanese freeware program that hasn’t been updated since 2013. Creating an UTAU voicebank is complicated and takes a lot of time and technical knowledge.) He still refused to learn the basics of how vocal synths work, and proceeded to ask if “UTAU or Diff is most compatible with Dreamtonics”, a question absolutely no one could make any sense of? Lol.

Anyway, I don’t have anywhere in particular I’m going with this, I just think AI grifters are morons, and it’s obnoxious how the vague and misleading term “AI” has gotten nigh-mythologized by shady tech companies to the point that people can’t tell the difference between perfectly reasonable assistive technology and magic plagiarism.

Btw, fun fact for anyone who’s wondering, there do in fact exist legally/morally questionable UTAU voicebanks spliced from outside vocals. These are called “jinriki” voicebanks and not only do they take the same amount (if not more) of hard work as any other voicebank, they’re far from the insta-Beyoncé this dude was aiming for, and instead they sound um. like this

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

with no cross to bear (these words just come out)

by hitlikehammers

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Everyone, Steve Harrington & The Party, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Joyce Byers & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington & Jim "Chief" Hopper, Steve Harrington & Steve Harrington's Parents Character: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington's Parents, The Party (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Everyone Loves Steve Harrington, (and it’s about damn time they expressed it in such a way so that Steve Harrington believes it), Project: STEVE HARRINGTON DESERVES LOVE AND APPRECIATION, Eddie Munson is a Very Good Boyfriend, Established Relationship, Eddie Munson’s Ongoing Mission to Make It Clear Steve Harrington is Adored, Steve Harrington deserves the world, (and while some people need a reminder of how to show their feelings—others have known all along), Eddie Would Presently Like to Alert Everyone That His Boyfriend is The Best™, Including But Not Limited To: The Mayor Who Gives Keys to the City, The President of the United States Who Awards Civilian Honors for Bravery and Shit, and the DoE Because They Should Have To Do SOMETHING Right, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is Going To Destroy Steve’s Jackass Parents, (but like in a poetic-justice sort of way; he doesn’t want jail time; he loves his boyfriend), Eddie Munson is Stupid In Love, (i cannot stress that enough), Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Everybody Lives Words: 35,044 Chapters: 7/7

Summary

“Goddamn,” Eddie kind of shouts, but kind of growls; he’s not entirely in control of the way his voice is shaping words. “You little twits talked about him like a minor god when I first met you, and then here you are, all,” he gestures wildly at the gathered…all of them before he asks maybe the question with the actual point: “Do you even know whether you love him or you hate him?” In their defense, after they stop being stunned-silent, they start looking fucking angry. Dustin looks downright appalled. “What?” - Or: Steve Harrington isn’t just the best thing to happen to Eddie Munson. He’s kinda the best fucking thing, period. And the fact that he doesn’t seem to realize it, himself? Is a fucking tragedy. So, yeah: Eddie sure as hell does make it his single-minded mission to ensure everyone around them makes a point to stop talking shit and let Steve know what he means; how much he is loved. Because all of Eddie’s own—perfectly valid—biases about his absolute revelation of a boyfriend aside: it’s literally the least these dipshits can do.

[harleykeener]

Time™ to Go Feral - anubisisms

Sir Nighteye's quirk was a deeply useful one, with a rich history of helping solve cases, assist investigations and offer support to friends and acquaintances. It was, absolutely, not intended to be misused and abused for something like this. "Can you explain why you’ve seen fit to consort with villains?” “Consorting? I’m not-” “Okay, fine.” Mirai huffed, impatient. “Why are you fucking villains-” Hawks made a noise like a car trying to restart. This was going well. (In which Nighteye survives, inadvertently discovers a conspiracy, emotionally adopts a small child and an utter dipshit, and fights the Hero Commission in hand-to-hand combat...completely by accident)

[kyistell]

I got bored few days ago and had this idea that the New states have a group chat sooooo heres the New state GC that no asked for :D

Chap one: Oops all the new kids

Chat- New Brethren

Newie: So remind me again why we aren’t eating at Jerz?

Yorkadam: He let Florida in his house

Nex Mex: yikes

New Mex: is jerry still alive?

Yorkadam: Considering he is looking over my shoulder, yes he is alive

Newie: Damn thought this woulda killed him

Yorkadam: He says “Fuck you”

Newie: 🖕

Nex Mex: wait why cant jerry just type on his fone?

Yorkadam: Also Florida

Newie: WAIT!!!

Newie: Did Florida blow up his kitchen AND his phone!!???

Yorkadam: Yep

Nex Mex: daaammmmnnn 

New Mex: doulbe homiecide

Yorkadam: “FUCK YOU!!”

Newie: Ooooo Jerz is angy

New Mex: hehe angy

Yorkadam: Be warned, Jerkae tele’d

Newie: Ah shittiobweiufhubewgowefub

New Mex: L

Newie: your next.

Newie is now offline

New Mex: hahaha look at this thing i suddenly gots ta do

Nex Mex is now offline

Yorkdam: God damn it Jerkae

4 hours later

Newie is now online

Newie: Jerz you are the worst you know that

Jerry™: oh I am absolutely aware

Newie: Absolute psychopath

Yorkadam: Your acting like we didn’t know this already

Newie: Fair point

Newie: Btw where is Nexico?

Newie: Figured he would have got on by now

Jerry™: I got em

Jerry™: turns out snow and a 80 degree state don mix so well

Newie: Jerz wtf?

Jerry™: listen at first it was light torture as pay back and then it turned into a bill nye the science guy ep

Jerry™: not my fault

Newie: How???

Yorkadam: I chose not to question that, it’s best you don’t as well

Yorkadam: That reminds me, you didn’t get hit too badly did ya?

Yorkadam: We could always get Masshole or Conny to look at it

Newie: Nahh don’t worry

Newie: It’s just bruised but I’m pretty confident its not broken

Jerry™: ah shit I didnt hurt ya loads did I?

Jerry™: you can pop down to my room if ya want

Jerry™: I got south park running and ice/heat packs

Yorkadam: Oh great, worried Jerkae is out

Newie: Shh shh Yorkie

Newie: I want love

Newie: I’ll be right there

Yorkadam: Sigh, I’ll bring pizza

Jerry™: that pizza better be from one of my places or so help me god

Yorkadam: As per usual, I’m getting pizza from my place and ya can’t stop me

Jerry™: I ll starve danke

Newie: Oh for Treeza’s sake just get pizza from Dominoes

Yorkadam: Oh hell no

Jerry™: if you ever suggest that again Im going to kill you zero hesitation

Newie: Damn okay fine

Newie: Just didn’t want yous to murder each other over food again was all

Jerry™: its my room so its my pizza ur gettin

Yorkadam: I’m the won getting the food dipshit, so I get to pick

Newie: Wait isn’t it technically Nexicos room?

Newie: Since it was assigned to him before yous two switched?

Jerry™: ……

Yorkadam: …So I’ll just grab Papa Johns?

Jerry™: yeah…papa j works

Yorkadam: Cool cool, be there in ten

Yorkadam is now offline

Newie: Wait so all I have to do to get yous to stop fighting is just mention that it wasn’t your room first?

Newie: Wicked!!

Jerry™: Fuck you and fuck off.

[fullmoonfireball]

thinking about like. Gryll running into Kirby and The Gang™ during the events of Star Allies bc they're curious as to what the hell's going on around here this time and they end up seeing

that one little kid that whooped their ass in Star Stacker

their dipshit little brother (affectionate), who last they checked, was bragging about how he tricked said kid and got in a fight with him (and nearly died in the process)

that one motherfucker who won their wand in a bet and then vanished before they could try to win it back

and they're ALL ADVENTURING TOGETHER

i think it'd be really funny if there was also a wave 3 character in said team, because that opens the possibility for either "oh yeah you were a pretty chill guy how've you been?" or, more likely, "YOU. and whoever the fuck that is"

[midnightmah07]

I love the idea that Ace and Sabo’s relationship switches when they’re older. Like when they were kids Sabo was the nice one, apologizing for Ace’s bullshit, babying their younger brothers (this is including my oc’s btw). While Ace is just a fucking dipshit, picking fights with everyone, being the worst brother ever, always rude.

And they grow up, 12 whole years pass, they meet, and they are exactly the same as the other was when they were kids. Suddenly Ace has to hold Sabo so he doesn’t fucking kill someone. Ace has to supervise Sabo so he doesn’t go off and commit genocide. He has to lecture him.

Idk I just love these two so much, I also like the idea that if Ace had survived and Whitebeard didn’t, I’m the two years that nothing happened he would spend healing himself and traveling then going to Wano, and after they free Wano he travels with the strawhats to Egghead then joins the revolutionary army.

If you can’t tell I adore the ASL brothers so fucking much (and the vinsmokes but not the canon ones, the ones in my silly little head)

I LOVE THAT THEY'RE SO SILLY SKSJSKSJ

I do have to say I understand the Ace part, bc he def grew up to be more polite and nice and stuff, but I'm not sure about Sabo- I mean they all got a little unhinged reckless side to them that's part of why they're fun as brothers but I always kinda see Sabo as the ultimate big polite and responsible brother™ — except when it comes to stuff like fighting or anything related to the revolutionary army

[moonspower]

Virote gives me mom friend / cool rich aunt energy, more cool aunt i think

virote is the mom friend in that he's not gonna coddle you. he's gonna let you go out and ruin your life, then when you come crawling to him, he's gonna be like ' I TOLD YOU SO, YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT. YOU'RE STUPID!!! ' and then he taunts you for your shit ass decisions while making you curry and letting you vent about everything. he listens with empathy. he's still gonna roast ur dopey ass tho lol. he's the mom friend that lets you fuck everything up and then he rips on ur ass while taking care of u.

hes not pullin u outta the stupid shit u get urself into..... get out urself lmao. but he'll be sure to reprimand u when its over while caring 4 u.

vi is definitely Rich Auntie™. he got no kids, no husband, he comes to the christmas function with the most expensive gifts, eats a little, then he dips.

the traditional mom friend tries to prevent awful shit before it happens. vi goads it on, lets you ruin your own life, and then tells you you're a dumbass for doing so and then he tells you to learn a life lesson and stop being stupid.

[kedreeva]

Im so fucking lucky my graphic tablets been rendered unusable by my stupid fucking laptops operating system because pretty people in skirts are one of my Top Weaknesses and i wouodve fucking considered NOT ONLY DRAWING IT but possibly attempting to fucking animate that shit (the hat throw too, becayse YES I HAVE UNFORTUNATELY READ THAT POST) and i absolutely DESPISE animating i am absolutely TERRIBLE at it

LISTEN SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE SHIT at least like,, only one of them has ever been at my actual flat,, and i only ever made or bought food or otherwise financially or materially supported like,,, half of them,, and only ever played therapist and Adult To Come To™ for like 25 of them,, they mainly just see me on the street and ask me to play with them or stay with them for a bit or whatever anyway now that i think of it depending on how lax our definition of unofficial adoption is i might have like 5 to 10 more but i dont think those count if theyre in a different country and ive completely lost any way of communicating with them,,, right,,? Actually no do Not answer that

YOU DO NOT GET TO COME IN HERE AND BRIBE ME WITH A FUCKING FIC SO I DONT FAIL MY CLASS GODDAMN IT KEDREEVA

Anyway so i know just about NOTHING about the shop except for like 5 mentioms of it in fics but i do have Thoughts on the interpersonal relationship that robin and steve appear to exhibit and i absolutely fully declare that they EMANATE platonic soulmates vibes (maybe qp even if anyones feeling generous just sayin) anyway they are so fucking stupid and they are so fucking smart and they both have one braincell but they can only use it for the other person like one of them only gets to use their braincell if its in place of the others braincell using it for said persons benefit (robin maybe gets tk use half of hers for herself the rest od the time steve only gets a quarter) anyway they strike me as both so very codependent but also very much capable of taking care of themselves but yk yk like thoughts like wheres the line between codependence and relying on another so much simply because they are so Close to you emotionally that they are kind of a part of you anyway is there even a line is there a line and like just idk mate theyre such dumbasses (esp steve) and steve is such a fucking lost puppy (part of why he end up with a full litter of pups ig)

Anyway i do not know much about hopper but i was really rooting for him in this ine fukcing fic where steves parents are being abusive shitheads and hopper gets him thr fuck outta there and him and wayne lowkey fight over custody of steve for a split second but then i found out hes a cop so i was instantly like ehhhh yk what maybe lets not put so much faith in him right away and then i was checking out that cws last night befire watching out of curiosity (NO IS TILL HAVENT SEEN ANY OF IT I GOT DISTRACTED BY AO3 AGAIN TILL 4 AM) and a commenter said that hes a bit of a dipshit to eleven at some point so like hmm mixed feelings dont know enough (ie dont know shit) abiut canon to have any opinions i could back up with aby sort of argument on him specifically

AND YES I DO KNOW WHO DMITRI IS AND I HAVE ONLY SEEN HIS NAME ONCE IN YOUR DAMNED POST KEDREEVA

I know a teeny tiny bit about the russians doing some fucked up shit at some point in the series and steve and robin getting tortured or something (because there was this scebe in this one fic where steve would constantly sneak in through the windoe and sleep eith robin in her bed after that debacle cause neither could sleep or something alomg the lines of that it was SOFT ok it was H/C OK but anyeay ive got NO clue who that fucker really is i imagine him as eithe some average stereotypically russian looking man or like fucking dartagnan but like that twink version of hik dont ask me whats going on in my brain but as i said THOUGHTS and OPINIONS™ (which i am so very unqualified to give)

ALSO I JSUT NOTICED THE FUCKING TAG YOU USED FOR THE ASKS TOU FUXK YOU FUCKER YOU MOTHERFUCKER THATS VERY SWEET YOU FUCKKING FUCKER

And apologies for the novek length ask (hope tumblr doesnt eat it cayse it usually eats any long asks i try to send) and the immense amount of misspellings but i have been outside in the cold for about 5 hours in a thin leather jacket so my fingers are kinda freezing and its also drizzling so ohone slippery

I cannot believe your computer's operating system hates me, specifically, like this. The hat throw is essential I'll have you know. Like he actually really loves the outfit except for that!! fucking!!! hat!!!

I think it's sweeeeeeet! You adopted many children because you are kind and good to them!! You are loved by small innocent beings that recognize you will help them!!

I am justified in offering any bribe I want, tyvm! It's on you if you want to accept it after doing well. I will be proud of you finishing such a big task either way!

Steve and Robin are definitely platonic soulmates! If you watch nothing else of the show, you simply MUST see the bathroom floor scene between them, you will cry over them with the rest of us. I can also advise you see the scene where they're tied up in the Russian holding room, lying on the floor confessing things to each other. Breaks my heart. I love them so much. They deserve cuddles. They DID totally get captured by Russians but I think you're missing the important part. They got captured because they were down in that base on ACCIDENT. Dustin got them into this mess, with help from Robin, and Erica. Steve was practically just along for the ride. And then the Russians CAUGHT THEM wandering around the base, and Steve took 1 look at the situation, decided that not all of them were going to make it, SOMEONE had to get caught and it sure as hell wasn't going to be His Children, so he purposely stayed behind. And when he called out to Robin, because he knew he couldn't hold the door the Russians were trying to get through by himself long enough, Robin (who you MUST understand, she is brand new, she's known Steve for like... a month, she's known Dustin for a day or two, she's known Erica for a few hours, she doesn't even KNOW about the Otherworld Shenanigans yet, as far as she knows this is just about commies in the basement) takes one look at Steve, at Dustin and Erica, and she bolts to his side knowing full well she's gonna get captured, too. But they are gonna make sure the kids don't. together.

Hopper is COMPLICATED. He's an asshole, no mincing that. He was a child soldier, or close to it, who was experimented on w/ chemical warfare bullshit that ensured his military-group companions either couldn't have kids or their kids were messed up and died as babies. Hopper fell in love and had a child, a little girl, who died when she was little (five or six-ish?), and it broke him, and him breaking also broke his relationship with his wife. Over the course of the show you get to witness that he desperately, desperately, just wants Family (and by god, who does THAT sound like) and to make sure no kids are ever harmed if he can help it. He was serving as chief of police because he didn't really know what else to do with himself, and then The Horrors happened and he realized oh fuck my mission in life is to protect El (and what that looks like varies, because what he WANTS and what he is CAPABLE of doing are separated by a canyon at times, he is a disaster of a human being but he's trying and they love each other even when they're screaming at each other) and make sure none of these dumbasses get hurt around her. And then he goes and falls in love with the mom that loves her kids more than life. Like, don't get me wrong he's still a dick. He's just also full to the brim with love. And they killed him in season 3, but he's fine now.

Dmitri, my beloved. he was the prison guard that was trying to save Hopper and help him escape the russian prison he'd ended up in due to nonsense.

I went and personally grabbed this screenshot from my own copies of the show, just so I could show you his smile upon realizing that Hopper starting a fight w/ him so they could beat the shit out of each other was actually NOT because he hates Dmitri, but so that he could grab things off the guards that separated them, so they could use those things to fight monsters with together. Oh!!! They are still friends!!!

anyway I want them to have upside down shenanigans instead of russian prison shenanigans. they deserve to fight each other and monsters. I want married couple bickering. I want them to hate each other for a while, but band together to fight off worse threats, but fall back to fighting each other after. I want... one of them to be injured and the other has to take care of them because they don't wanna be alone. "I'm the only one that can kill you, dickhead."

I'm sorry I didn't get to this sooner, I went and did responsible things like write my nanowrimo story and tend my birds and clean some stuff. But you gave me smiles all day, and I appreciate that, you are lovely <3

[springboggle]

If you don't like Jews don't fucking follow Jews. I hope someone breaks into your house and tries to choke you out because that's the restarted jumblr shit™ that happened to me

No idea what you're trying to say with this ask but normal people don't send violent threats to people's inboxes. Get help you fucking dipshit

[cat-of-starlight]

Also unrelated but-

Inside me there are Two Wolves-

One wants to post about one of my more ""controversial"" hyperfixations because fuck it its my blog I do what I want

The other fears "No, you dipshit- You wanna make Cool Games™ eventually and you know damn well that some freaks will use "she likes x terrible thing so she sucks lmao" as a reason to hate your game- DON'T POST SHIT"

[clintbeifong]

for the ask game - suits

Lordy, I very much asked for this, didn't I, haha! Thanks anon!

otp: Darvey. What can I say, I'm a slut for the repressed, might-as-well-be-married heteros who can't be together because of their mutual devotion to a Sacred Profession™ and/or general obliviousness. (It happens more than you think!)

favourite canon pairing: hehehe ↑

worst pairing ever: Katrina and Brian. For a brief beautiful moment I thought the show was going to actually lean into Katrina's aroace autist vibes and create an arc where she learned how to have adult friends. ... that didn't happen :/

guilty pleasure pairing: Lewis and Nigel Nesbitt. Fuck him yourself you coward!

a pairing you want to see more: Jessica and Robert Zane's "in another life..." thing definitely intrigues me.

that pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: Marvey. I'm sorry, I see it, I get it, I just hate Mike Ross (and the way he is constantly rewarded by the narrative for dipshit behavior in the name of righteousness) so much. Harvey deserves better.

favorite non-romantic pair: Tie for Lewis & Donna and Lewis & Katrina. They're both so supportive of Lewis in very different ways. Donna as the big sister/confidant who talks him down, and Katrina as the weird niece/minion who enables his twisted plans.

[sleepymarmot]

The Star Beast

The opening narration is so clumsy. At first I thought they just attached a trailer to the episode proper.

I didn't know Rachel Talalay was back!

I caught that melody!

They sure are making a point of calling attention to Rose's gender approximately five times per minute

Ah, the trademark RTD TV segments :D

Nice hologram function on the screwdriver, I think that's new?

Okay, was that really a trailer and not a cold open? Because both Donna and the Doctor are repeating the same things they said in it

Love the way he jumped into the truck and casually sat on something like on a throne

Oh so that's why the script gave Rose this business lol. Making Beep the Meep blend in with the stuffed toys, that's fun.

The Doctor yelling "Let me innnnn" like in the meme

Both Donna's "What the hell?!" and the slap™ are much funnier than they were in the trailers.

"My chosen pronoun is the definite article." Look I know all of this is comedy but "pronoun" and "article" are different parts of speech! This just sounds like when dumb dipshits say "I never use any pronouns" but on the opposite side.

"I am always the Meep." "Oh. I do that." Oh, nice one.

"[sniffs] It breaks both my hearts." Okay, I see, the Meep recognizes the Doctor and is doing this on purpose.

"Not today, thanks" while closing the door looks exactly like the "Thank you for your input" moment from Sherlock that was a popular gif in the superwholock days.

Making durable shields out of thin air is a wild buff for the sonic screwdriver.

Wow they really fucked up this poor house :( First Dan, now Donna. Doctor Who, making plucky funny companions homeless since whenever Flux aired.

Oh cool, he's making "the Oncoming Storm" face. Haven't seen that one in a while!

"Meepkind died rather than surrender. And now, only this one survives." Lmao? Approximately 90% of the information so far we've known for a year or so, but "Beep the Meep is a Doctor parallel" is something I did not expect.

Coming up with some bullshit excuse while a gun is pointed at him, classic.

I like how the possessed UNIT soldiers are still wearing the visors to save a bit on the CGI.

Is the Doctor jumping around without his jacket supposed to be fanservice? It's working for me.

Okay, that's a fun way to force them to work in tandem.

Doctor stop being stupid you know any reasonable person would take this bargain

"[the Doctor behind a pane of glass sobs, screaming] Why does it have to be this?" Oh we're bringing back all the good old hits

How many years since I've heard this theme?

Oh wow that's a cool reveal!

Did they declare the Doctor to be both binary and non-binary in the same line? Also wow I guess this trans girl who, as everyone has been pointedly insisting for the previous 50 minutes, should only ever be referred to as a girl, is more nonbinary than the person who fluidly switches between genders and appearances without any preference.

"We've got all that power, but there is a way to get rid of it. Something a male-presenting Time Lord will never understand. Just let it go." ????? What kind of gender essentialism wrapped in modern language is this?

Yo! New TARDIS! Classic style!

This was fun! When's the next one?