#and fighting

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Xie Lian, accidentally getting drunk: Fuck, I wanna die!

Mei Nianqing: Your Highness, watch your language!

Xie Lian: Hickity Heck! I crave death!

[dogsstew]

Old Our Flag Means Death repost!!!! Ouuuhhggg

🏴‍☠️

[shxxtteredfantasy]

"Be quiet, you'll scare the fish away."

[filosofieke]

[lunastars21]

Sonic Speed Simulator is the most recent official sonic media to have fang and jet together since Sonic Archie: Treasure Team Tango

Let that sink in

[non-binary-lil-star]

Brazil is still, as we have been for 14 years, the country that most kills Lgbt people in the world, with an emphasis to trans women's murders.

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I'm so tired. I cannot comfirm this information, but I heard this morning 80 people were killed or committed suicide just in the 4 first months of this year. My siblings were murdered and this cruel world won't allow me to cry for them. I'm scared. I'm tired.

[takethebodymarc]

cellbit after today's amogus event

(i dont play that shit anymore tbh / one time my heart hurt from the anger)

[sastielsfandom]

I've posted this before but I'm going to bother searching for it:

Dean going up and flicking Sam, and Sam does it back because what the Hell, Dean? And it just turns into a flicking war until Dean's like, I can't believe that you started this Sam, so immature.

Dean picked up a book, flipped through it, finding nothing of interest and tossed it aside, doing that until the pile of books were no longer a pile.

Sam bit back his annoyance and continued to switch between tabs, looking for any new information he might've missed yesterday.

That's when the tapping started. It didn't actually bother Sam at first, just Dean moving his hand against the table. He's used to it.

It did start to distract him though when it became more frequent, Sam could pick up a faint beat of Ramble On. But he ignored it.

However, the beat turned into humming and hitting the table, aka Dean, drumming, and once Dean got to his favorite part of the song he started singing full on. Getting lost in the song, while Sam set his head on the table. He wasn't getting any work done.

Dean looked over and saw his brother contemplating life, and started to sing louder. Sam shook his head and flipped Dean off who did it right back.

Once his favorite part was over he brought it back to a hum, Sam rolled his eyes but sat back up and tried once more to look through the articles and everything he noted.

Something clicked at he began to follow everything with a different perspective, and things started to fall into place, and that's when he felt it.

The back of his head, a flick. Sam looked up at his brother with an incredulous look, "Did you just flick me?"

Dean shook his head and did it again, "No. I would never." Sam swatted his hand away from his head and Dean moved away.

Sam went back to his research, or tried to but immediately, Dean flicked him again! "Knock it off," He said irritated and flicked Dean back.

"You knock it off," Dean mocked, going right to Sam's ear and flicking it. Sam pushed his laptop away, slowly turning to Dean who had some sense to realize he had messed up.

He could have, should have apologized, but instead, he moved his hand away from Sam's ear to the middle of Sam's forehead... And flicked him.

That was the last thing he saw before he was tackled on the ground, Sam flicking his face or trying to, Dean pushing Sam's face away, flicking him back.

Not a single punch was thrown as they rolled around trying to flick each other back. Kicking the table and seats out in the wrestling.

Just as Sam seemed to find a good range to avoid being flicked but could deal it out, Dean patted Sam's shoulder trying to get his attention, "Wait."

Sam stilled and looked at his brother, "Can we just agree that this is immature?" Dean asked, and the two looked at their environment and how they were still pushing each other's heads away.

"Yes..." Sam said, slowly, not quite believing that Dean would've been the voice of reason in this...

Dean nodded, glad Sam saw it his way and the two moved away from each other.

Standing up, dusting off from the floor, "Good," Dean said, taking a pause to breathe, "Because I can't believe that you started this Sam, it was so immature."

And once again, Dean found himself on the floor, except this time, Sam just grabbed his laptop and headed for his room.

"Should've seen that coming," Dean said, and just laid back. He'll get up. In like an hour or two. Fuck, he's getting old.

[rt8815]

I live in the United States, so...no.

[redrook]

I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

[surviving-the-next-4-years]

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[lady-ofmischief]

Everyone is fighting a tough battle so reblog to give previous a sword 🗡️

[cdpdoodler]

post by @theeffens on TikTok

I used to staged fist fights with my friends in 711. We would actually punch each other and then end the fight by making out.

People were always really confused and shocked.

The employees didn't really care we were fighting and would laugh.

Years later some guy started a fight with me at a show and once we were grappling on the floor I instinctively started making out with him.

He immediately got up and left the show. Technically I have won every fight I've ever been in 💪

losing my mind over this a little bit. new type of guy.

[linklethehistorian]

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Transcript:

“BREAKING: A constitutional amendment has been filed allowing President Trump to seek a 3rd term in office.

"No person shall be elected to the office of the President more than three times, nor be elected to any additional term after being elected to two consecutive terms, and no person who has held the office of President, or acted as President, for more than two years of a term to which some other person was elected President shall be elected to the office of the President more than twice."

It was filed by Congressman Andy Ogles (R-TN).

Don’t let this slip by unnoticed. This is not just “one extra term”, it’s a warning shot. It’s a red flag. It’s an omen.

They are slowly turning up the heat in the pan. Do not be the frog who sits denying it’s getting hotter.

One extra term will become two, two will become three, and three will eventually give way to lifelong reign of each president.

Fight. Fight for God’s sake.

Contact your local representative of congress. Convince them we do not want this.

We are going to end up in a dictatorship.

@ikiyou

Please help spread this. I don’t usually get political and I don’t usually ask for assistance but this is important and you have more reach.