#beeble-moved

[gramireus]

desperate to know who wrote that pritzker speech thats going around rn every time i see someone respond to it like WOW hes such a good person despite being rich af my eyes roll back into my head and explode out of exasperation

[saddled-on-stars]

Will you do a beetlejuice of your choice reacting to all the almost names reader calls him like bj and bugs and beeble boose and love bug etc to get around saying his name pls

Hi, Anon! Thanks so much for your request, this one is going to be so much fun!! I'm going to do Keatlejuice for this one, since he's probably the most stubborn out of the three, which matches up with the story most :). I have a LOT of nicknames for the B-Man, so I hope you enjoy! Happy Reading! - Star ★ -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Trigger Warnings: Explicit Language, Suggestive Themes -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Key:      ★ (Y/N) = Your Name      ★ (L/N) = Last Name     ★ (Y/NN) = Your Nickname  -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Requested by: Anonymous

- ★ - Noble Nicknames - ★ -

"Beetlejuice, you know I want to go-.", you begin, protesting in the green-haired man's face.

His black-surrounded eyes are rolling at your protest, and he's just being so stubborn about letting you leave to go to the mall with your friend.

It wasn't like this was the first time he had tried to stop you from leaving. It's been going on since the day he met you.

Despite his grimy, tough, exterior, he's actually quite a clingy softie when it comes to you.

"Nope.", he says stubbornly, his gaze looking over your head, him being slightly taller than you. "You're stayin' right here, Babes. Not goin' out with some fuckin' breather who definitely ain't more attractive than me."

Oh, you get it now. The big ol' tough demon is jealous.

You grab his hand softly from his crossed arms, and you lead him over to the couch, residing quietly in the living room. You sit him down, his arms still crossed, and his hair still sticking out in all different directions.

He's not looking at you, you notice, and you decide that it's your new mission to get him to look at you.

You quickly pull out your phone to text your best friend, Liam. Liam's been your best friend since the Third Grade, and you both have been inseparable since. You've also known for quite a while that Liam happily has a boyfriend, who he talks about all the time practically.

However, Beetlejuice seems to look past that sometimes, and he thinks that you'll go out with Liam 'on dates'.

You toss your phone onto the other side of the sofa, and you shrug off your jacket, assuming you'll be here a while.

"Pleeease BJ? Look at me?", you say with a innocent tone. You sit yourself on his lap straddling him, wrapping your arms gently around his neck.

He lets out a grunt, moving his gaze to the left, avoiding your own gaze, causing you to slightly frown.

You begin fiddling with the hair on the back of his head, twisting the strands between your fingers.

"Cmon' Bug... you know that Liam doesn't see me like that, and I don't see him like that. I only see you like that, love bug-..", you say with a flirtatious tone, trying to get his gaze to follow yours.

You notice the corners of his mouth, easing up on their scowl just barely, causing a pleased grin to spread across you face.

Pecking a kiss onto his lips, you notice that his expression doesn't change, and his gaze is only looking more towards the window to the left.

Your hands come back around to cup his face, trying to get him to face you, your fingertips gently touching his slightly dry, yet soft, skin.

"Cmon', Mr. Beeble-boose~" you say with an even more innocent tone, trying to access his soft side, and you grin, noticing that his scowl is easing up slightly more, and his gaze has now moved to your ear.

Your grin is only growing as your fingers trace along his jawline, trying to get his attention. "There's my favorite demon~", you say with a sweet tone to your voice, and he finally looks at you.

His gaze is still cold, but at least he's making eye contact with you. 'That's a start...', you think to yourself.

Planting another kiss to his lips, his eyes flutter closed, and his shoulders ease. You wrap your arms once more around his neck, easing yourself into the kiss as you feel his arms wrap around your waist.

You pull apart from him for a moment for air, glancing over to your phone with your eyes to see something that makes you smile.

Message from Liam: 'You're all good, (Y/NN)! I was planning on hanging out with Marcus today anyways. See you soon!'

You smile once more, relieved that you don't have to leave the house after all, and you get to spend time with Beetlejuice.

"Guess I've got all the time in the world with you, Bug~", you begin, your gaze shifting back to Beetlejuice's.

He chuckles, finally, a joyous sound since the situation started, the laugh a deep rumbling from his throat.

"You really know how'ta fuckin' get to me, Babes.", he says with a smile, defying his rough-n-tough exterior.

"Guess I do, love-bug~", you reply, emphasizing the nickname, causing a grin to spread across his face.

You kiss once more, your bodies wrapping around each other's, grateful that there was a turn of events, the day finally becoming yours.

- ★ - Written by Saddled_On_Stars - ★ -

[markrosewater]

Are Beebles still a 10 on the beeble scale?

I want to see a beeble in standard

I'm working on it, but I wouldn't move them from 10 just yet.

[jellybeanium124]

I coulda said "purple monkey dishwasher pink fluffy unicorns flying on rainbows the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog" at that guy and it wouldn't've mattered. I could've said anything. I could've said heeble beeble. they'd still just keep yelling at me. I could've said "you're right, thank you for opening my eyes" and they would've kept yelling at me. these people are like if a brick wall was mad as hell. they're impossible to move and equally dumb

[bjfinn]

THREE GHOSTS AND A BABY

This is for @sadfungus -- hope you like it!

"Hey, guys!" Beetlejuice said when he appeared. "What's going on?"

"Oh, BJ! Come and see!" Barbara replied, smiling.

"She's so cute!" Adam gushed.

"Whatcha got there?" He stepped forward and looked over their shoulders.

"Aaaaah! " he screamed when he saw what they were fussing over. "What the fuck is THAT??? "

"It's a little girl," Adam told him. He was holding the child's hand. "Her name's Lydia. She's two and a half."

"Two and a half what?"

"Who are you?" Lydia asked the demon.

"Aaaaah! " he screamed again. "It SPOKE!!! "

The toddler giggled. "Funny man," she said.

"I think she likes you," Barbara said. Lydia smiled and nodded. "See?"

Beetlejuice grimaced. "Well, I don't like it. It's horrible! Make it go away!"

"Beetlejuice, be nice!" Adam scolded. "Lydia's not an 'it'." He squatted down before Lydia. "BJ didn't mean it, honey," he told her. He glared over his shoulder at Beetlejuice. "He's just being rude!"

"BJ! " the child squealed happily. "Beeble-boose, Beeble-boose, Beeble-boose! "

Beetlejuice covered his ears. "Make it STOP!!! "

Barbara grabbed him by the upper arm and pulled him aside. "YOU stop!" she admonished him. "You behave yourself! She's a little girl, not a monster!"

"Says you," Beetlejuice grumbled. He grimaced again.

"You apologise to her -- right now! " Barbara ordered him.

"You're not the boss of me."

In response, Barbara raised her fist.

"Okay, okay!" Beetlejuice relented. "You know, Babs," he said, "I'm not sure I like this side of you. I think I liked you better before you got tough. What happened to the old Barbara?"

"Now, BJ!"

"All right, all right -- gimme a sec, would you? Yeesh! " He looked at the child again and shuddered, his face screwed up in disgust. "Hi, uh ... Lydia," he said.

"Hi, Beeble-boose!" Lydia said, smiling, and she gave him a little wave.

"Nope, nope, nope!" BJ said. "Not doing it! Sorry, Babs!" He turned to get away from the child, but Barbara blocked him.

"BJ," she warned.

"Ah, come on!" he wheedled. "I gave it my best shot!" He glanced over at Lydia and grimaced. "How do you expect me to apologise when it keeps talking to me?"

"That's what kids do -- they talk," Barbara said.

"I don't like it."

"Well, you better get used to it, uh, her -- her parents bought this house."

Beetlejuice's eyes went wide. "What??? When did that happen?"

"They moved in yesterday," Adam said.

"And you LET them??? With their ... their ... THAT??? " he shuddered again.

Barbara and Adam looked at each other and rolled their eyes. This was going to take some time.

*****

Adam was worried -- it had been a week since the Deetzes had moved in, and Beetlejuice still hadn't warmed up to Lydia. "What if he decides to hurt her? What then? He's stronger than both of us together."

Barbara frowned. "You really think he might hurt Lydia?"

"I think it's a possibility, yeah." He shrugged. "Of course, he knows what she means to us -- he might decide to just scare the Deetzes away."

Barbara considered this for a moment, before shaking her head. "I don't think we can take that chance -- if Beetlejuice is anything, he's unpredictable. We need to come up with a plan just in case he --"

Just then, they heard Lydia laughing.

They popped down to her room to see what was going on.

Beetlejuice was there, trying to frighten the child, but no matter how many scary faces he made, Lydia just giggled.

He saw the Maitlands and turned to them, tears in his eyes. "I can't scare her," he told them. "Nothing I do can make her cry." The tears rolled down his cheeks, watering the moss in his beard. "What's wrong with me?"

Barbara's heart melted a bit, and she put her arms around him. "Oh, Beej," she said, stroking his hair, "there's nothing wrong with you."

He was sobbing now. "Yes, there is -- I can't e-even scare a kid! I've lost my mo -- my m-mojo! "

Barbara held him tight, letting him sob. Adam came over and hugged Beetlejuice from behind, and the three of them stood like that for a long moment.

"Don't cry, Beeble-boose," Lydia said, taking his hand in hers.

Neither Barbara nor Adam noticed that he didn't pull his hand away. Neither of them noticed that he held onto Lydia's hand firmly but gently.

*****

Another week passed, and Beetlejuice still wasn't happy with Lydia's presence -- but at least he seemed to have given up trying to frighten her.

"I'm not sure that's a good thing," Adam said to his wife. "He could be planning something. Something bad. He's a demon -- he's capable of anything. I think we should --" He stopped suddenly. "Do you hear that? It sounds like ..."

"Singing," Barbara replied, nodding.

"Really bad singing. The only person I know who sings that badly is --"

"Beetlejuice!" they chorused, and popped downstairs.

There, in Lydia's room, they found the demon sitting on the floor with the little girl in his lap, singing softly to her in that raspy voice of his:

Hush little baby, don't say a word

Beej is gonna buy you a big buzzard

And if that big buzzard won't screech

Beej is gonna buy you a giant leech

And if that giant leech won't suck

Beej is gonna buy you a barrel of muck

And if that barrel of muck goes dry

Beej is gonna buy you a tsetse fly

And if that tsetse fly won't whine

Beej is gonna love you till the end of time

[antihibikase2]

His eyes have yet to open, but when he hears the familiar shuffling of footsteps, the crinkling of a bag and its contents, and the little wet steps that he could only assume came from a Simipour, his head turns slightly.

"Beebles?" He weakly calls out. He couldn't see or move his body, all he could do was call out to her and hope she heard him.

And she did; from across the pod where Cheren was, Bianca was making her rounds throughout the mechanisms, making sure that everything was accounted for and she could pull Cheren out of the dream machine without consequence.

She only knew a bit about how the machine worked, however- she used it for dream travel many a time, but she was never the one behind the panel, pressing buttons and working her magic- that was Amanita's thing.

"Hydra," Her Simipour looks up at her at the mention of her name. "Go to Cheren's side. Remove those little, um, things on his arms and legs. The plug-like things,"

She salutes and chitters happily as she makes her way to Cheren. Her presence seems to soothe Cheren, and he finds himself relaxing back into the pod, drifting off to a dream.

Bianca smiles a little bit, but she resumes in her task.

There was no telling when Colress would be back. She needed to act quickly, gather necessary documents and evidence, and find a way to escape.

She could only hope that the intruders she heard that broke in were her allies- or at least, help that would assist her and Cheren in getting out of the Frigate.

Cheren does not make any sounds of pain as those little things attached to him were removed one by one; Simipour is even kind enough to roll down the sleeves of his shirt and pants as she does so, and scurries about looking for his coat.

Bianca takes a glance above the monitors, finding it had shut off completely- no longer showing her that display of an empty field of red spider lillies.

She's about to make her way to her friend at last, when she hears something from underneath one of the panels.

She doesn't hesitate to take Musharna out of her ball.

"Mums, help me out here!"

The pink Pokemon does a cry, weeding out all what was hidden from her sight; pens that have clattered to the floor, paper cups that rolled out of sight..

And a young girl in a familiar hat and bubblegum pink hair, similar to the picture Rosa had shown her before.

She does a terrified squeak when Musharna lifts her up in the air, hugging her bag close to her chest; when its contents spill out, Musharna is quick to pick those up too, gently guiding them down on the table in front of Bianca.

She sees a planner, an Xtransceiver, several markers of varying colors, and a red apple.

The last item makes her freeze.

Still, she instructs Musharna to gently lower the girl back on the floor as she sends out her Serperior to coil around her; not too tightly, but not loose enough to let her escape either.

She's not fond of such tactics, but if this girl was part of Team Plasma, she couldn't hold back- not when her friend's life was on the line again.

"Not too tight, Dahlia," She says. Her Serperior huffs, but complies.

The girl looked so utterly terrified, Bianca couldn't help but feel bad, even if she knew for a fact that she and that other child- the one with the spiky green hair, were the reason she and Cheren were here in the first place.

They couldn't be bad; they just couldn't.

Hilda would have told her otherwise.

"Hydra, Mums, go help out Cheren, okay? I'll be with you in a sec,"

She approaches the scared girl, reminding herself to not let herself get lost in her own fears.

Don't lose your heart.

"Nancy- no, that's not who you are," Bianca shakes her head. "Yancy. You're Rosa's friend."

She doesn't answer with anything else but a scared whimper.

She doesn't have a hazy look in her eyes, not like Cheren had two years ago.

What she did have was the same hurt and apologetic expression as Anthea and Concordia had, like she was a Herdier being yanked around on its chain.

If she never wanted to hurt anyone, Bianca could help her.

"I won't hurt you," She assures, crouching down to her level. Dahlia looks at her incredulously, which Bianca ignores. "Really, I promise! Look at you, you're just around Rosa's age, aren't you? Maybe a little older? Goodness, you should be in school, or traveling.."

Her eyes water a little a bit.

"You don't have to explain everything to me right now, but I need to know; are you doing all of this against your will?"

She gets the answer she expects.

Yancy stiffly nods.

"Then that's all I need to know. I'll need you to come with me so we can help you. Dahlia," The Serperior huffs, but Bianca pouts her cheeks and stomps on the floor a little. "She's just a little girl, let's let her go."

Before the serpent could uncoil, the mechanical doors suddenly open, and a wave of electricity sends Hydra flying against one of the screens, cracking them.

"Ah-! Mums! Psyshock!"

"Noise, Flash Cannon."

"Dahlia, help Mums out! Dragon Tail!"

"Beam, Psychic."

Dahlia unwraps herself from Yancy, slithering away to strike the Magnezone that attacked her allies.

Bianca grabs Yancy by her wrist and runs to the opposite end of the room, far from the battle that takes place and to where Hydra had flown.

She recalls her back to her ball as she immediately makes her way to the pod, trying to finish off the job herself by frantically removing everything she can off of Cheren.

"You know, Miss Alabaster," Colress speaks, his glasses shining underneath the lights. "We're discovering things. Great things. I don't get why you're so opposed to the idea when you yourself seek the truth of the legends."

Yancy looks up at Bianca in worry.

She does not pay him any mind; with all the strength her body could muster, she tries to carry Cheren out of the pod before her knees buckled.

She wasn't Hilbert, who could lift his body with ease- so she settles with wrapping his arm around her. She would get them out of here no matter what.

"If you are willing to help Team Plasma's cause, I suppose I can offer you an incentive to do so," Colress strides past the battlefield, an aura of Protect surrounding him as he walks. "I can make no promises, but if you help us with trying to harvest memories out of your friend, I can return you the body once we're done. Consider it a souvenir."

"You're not serious about that, are you? What kind of person will accept that offer?"

"I make no jokes," He stops his tracks. "You are the Scholar of Truth. You should be elated; if we are able to extract his memories as The Heart, we will be able to finally have a complete, unbiased version of events."

"And who can say you'd stop at Cheren?" Her voice is shaky, but she tries to remain firm. "Because that's not enough. You'll definitely do the same to me, to Hilda, to anyone else, because the legends don't just end there! We'll never be able to find out the whole truth, because we can't feasibly get everything we need from just a few people!"

Yancy sees one of Bianca's hands palm over a Pokeball on her belt.

Colress' expression does not change, but he sighs. "This is as close to the truth as you can get, but you're denying the opportunity for sentimentalities."

"You can look down on me and what I do all you want, but I would never trade my friend for anything."

Such a statement makes Colress raise an eyebrow.

"Denying the truth again, aren't you? Your friend has died two years ago. The person he is now and is acting in his conscious is a shell of who he once was."

"I don't care! Cheren is Cheren, and nothing you say will ever change that!"

"Is that so?"

He flicks his finger.

Another Pokemon bursts into the lab, crashing through the metal walls without so much as a struggle. Its body was a shimmering silver as opposed to the usual blue that Bianca knew most Metagross had.

"Tomb, Earthquake."

She expected this.

She throws another Pokeball up in the air, and a Swoobat comes flying out. "Azalea, Telekinesis!"

A pink aura surrounds Bianca and all of her allies. Azalea cries as she uses all of her power to lift all of them off the ground as the Metagross' earthquake hits Beheeyem and Magnezone, which holds onto dear life thanks to the Focus Sash tied around it.

Colress stares as the attack pierces through the rest of the lab, breaking a huge chunk off of the wall and exposing them to the sky.

The pull of air is simply too much, and Bianca finds herself and her allies thrown off the ship while Colress and Metagross stay in place due to Magnet Pull.

His eyes never leave her, Yancy, or Cheren for a moment, even as his experiment is ripped away from his grasp.

As Bianca falls, she recalls Dahlia back into her ball and steels her resolve; Yancy is screaming and crying for help, and Cheren is unconscious.

She hopes that their power is enough; at least, enough to cushion them to safety.

"Mums, Azalea, Psychic!"

Both Pokemon make strained cries as they pull themselves together to surround the falling trainers with a pink energy, brighter than any they've made before.

And suddenly, Bianca finds herself almost floating in the sky as their fall becomes slower and slower.

From above, the ship of the Plasma Frigate seems to have been badly affected by Colress' reckless attack, and was steering itself to land into the forests of Giant Chasm.

She spots silhouettes flying out of the ship as it slowly collapses on the ground; two of belonging to bird Pokemon, one belonging to a dragon, and another belonging to a Jellicent.

She sighs in relief.

When she feels the sand crunch under her feet, she finds Yancy clinging onto her jacket for dear life, still shaken and sobbing while Cheren is laid on the sand, unmoving and still.

"It's okay," Bianca says, trying to calm her own nerves as she pulls Yancy closer to her. "You're safe now, both of you are."

And for the first time, Yancy says something to her.

"He's going to punish Curtis," She says through sobs. "And he's going to kill my Togetic,"

"Hey, hey, ssshh, it's alright, he won't do any of that! We won't let him, okay? We'll save Curtis," She supposes it was the other idol kid that the kids befriended. "And your Togetic. Okay? He won't scare you anymore, okay? We'll protect you."

It's not much, but Yancy seems to feel safer now; instead of using this chance to run away and hide forever, she remains in Bianca's hold, almost desperate for any sort of comfort she can cling to.

Though the adrenaline slowly starts to wear off, Bianca knows the battle is far from over. All she can do is wait for Hilda and the Aspertia Trio to update her on their next course of action as her legs give out in exhaustion.

[figtrad]

Simple kitchen hacks that Meghan Marle has not shown you

Although Meghan Marle I tried the best with her Netflix series “with love, meghan,” many her life hacks were somewhat out of touch for the average consumer. After all, who has the time to build a whole arch balloon by hand or spend time moving through Yelp to find their own beeble to make your candles? Although some recipes, like her “single accurate spaghetti,” it turned out to be more…

[gamistuff]

Simple kitchen hacks that Meghan Marle has not shown you

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[damindf]

Simple kitchen hacks that Meghan Marle has not shown you

Although Meghan Marle I tried the best with her Netflix series “with love, meghan,” many her life hacks were somewhat out of touch for the average consumer. After all, who has the time to build a whole arch balloon by hand or spend time moving through Yelp to find their own beeble to make your candles? Although some recipes, like her “single accurate spaghetti,” it turned out to be more…

[bullfrawgs]

Two of my favorite topics, Gender and Un-Set magic. You love to see it.

The thing with Un-Magic Special Actions is that they work on rule of fun. Clothing status is a special action (Denimwalk, Blurry Beeble, Hat-Matters stuff, Ladies Knight) and I feel like gender would work similarly. However manipulating the people in the room seems like the sort of thing that shouldn't be manipulatable as part of casting?

Alternatively, you could say that there's 2 separate parts of the cast trigger and that considering the set of people in the room is done immediately and then calculating the gender ratios of that population takes a non-0 amount of time following.

Also, note that the casting of the spell is centered on Where the Game Is. The caster moving outside before cast wouldn't work since it's still calculating the people in the room with the table (or on the table) you're playing on. If the game is outside, then "the room" is calculated alternately as either a discrete area within the outside (say, a park bordered by the 4 adjacent streets), or simply as "everything in eyesight that isn't clearly Inside".

The rest of the answers I cosign wholeheartedly.

stumbled across this card on scryfall and oh boy is it a doozy

so. the updated wording of the card (most importantly "gender" and "as you cast") makes this potentially the funniest card in the game rules-wise. no judge has weighed in on it (probably because its an old card out of print and not legal in any format) but it begs the question

what happens if someone comes out as trans in response?

i would love to know from a judge 1) if a players gender is hidden information (and, if so, what zone (if any) its in), 2) if coming out is a special action (similar to taking off your pants to dodge denimwalk) that doesnt use the stack, cannot be responded to (can you fucking imagine getting countered on that?), and can be done whenever the player has priority, and 3) if the reveal affects the "as you cast" clause

[burnbooktrait]

this is a blog to host all the bullshit sugartumor/gyarutrait/corpsetrait, currently known as dollie, has thrown into the internet, and brother is it a lot! we don't like the fact that she's lied about being a poc whilst constantly speaking over poc and making them feel uncomfortable, we don't like that she has frequently gone after various black simmers, and we don't like that she throws out phobic accusations like candy at a parade. we especially don't like her hiding behind and weaponizing her identities as an excuse to harass other simmers or tell them to kill themselves.

we want to preface this with a few things:

first, we're going to use SHE/HER pronouns for dollie. THIS IS NOT AN ATTEMPT TO MISGENDER, but rather for consistency and clarity, as she has the tendency to switch up her pronouns on a dime.

secondly, because dollie tends to switch up her pronouns, names, and urls frequently, it's very hard to definitively prove that this is her. however, the coincidences are too great to say it's not her, especially given her reputation outside of the simblr community.

third, we're going to try to keep this concise and easy to understand. it wasn't easy trying to connect the dots, and we may have missed some things. we are human, after all.

veone's masterpost of proof that dollie is racefaking (also reblogged for archive purposes)

looking through this masterpost has led us down a very deep rabbit hole of bullshit. we'll start with the first screenshot and work our way through it.

trans-gyaru - we were not able to locate anything on tumblr OR in the web archive regarding trans-gyaru. the shoplook.io account is still up, but does not have any details that could connect this account to dollie. the only thing in common is the obsession with gyaru, identifying as transfem, and being intersex. if anyone has more information on trans-gyaru, please send it to us! we'd be more than happy to dig further into it and see what we can come up with.

beeble-moved/delilah-dangerous - the main account, beeble-moved, WAS active up until late last night (11/10), but has since been deleted. can be viewed on web archive here. the eye-searing screenshot was taken from the sub-blog delilah-dangerous (also deactivated 11/10). you can view the blog on the web archive here.

this leads into our next segment. if you noticed on the delilah-dangerous link, the archived page shows that she coined some emo/scene-related xenogenders:

a quick search of any of these xenogenders pulls up this:

wait a minute--who is raver-angel? we thought delilah-dangerous coined these xenogenders. we weren't sure, but we checked them out. the url lead to nothing, but a quick tumblr search of "raver-angel" brought up an ask answered by another blog, showing the blog was deactivated in november of 2022.

after finding this, we decided to check out the url on the web archive to see if anything interesting came up. we've linked the tumblr + the carrd web archive below.

raver-angel's tumblr

raver-angel's carrd

when investigating the archived page, we found a linked stim blog, sparklekitty-stims. the blog has since been deactivated, but we did find an interesting callout post that was archived (which is suspiciously close to dollie's typing style). a quick search of sparklekitty-stims' url brought up this response to said callout post. we also found this post indicating that sparklekitty-stims deactivated after attempting to call this person out.

we also found this ask from the nowaynothanks blog that deactivated this month claiming to be sparklekitty-stims.

now you may be wondering, what is the point of all of this? well, the most important aspect of all of this is that dollie consistently claims to be indigenous (specifically cherokee), as well as ashkenazi jew and romani (she has indicated this on her neocities account but not anywhere on her tumblr accounts):

so we're going to backtrack a little to the delilah-dangerous blog, which had this fascinating little tidbit of information:

really strange for someone who is adamant that she is NOT white to claim she is white, isn't it?

what's most interesting about all of this is that after being called out, instead of denying ANY of it, dollie came back with this excuse:

yet somehow, dollie's "friend", who allegedly does not have access to the internet, managed to go online and deactivate ALL of the blogs that could even be remotely traced back to dollie... interesting.

we're gonna go ahead and end this here for now. we've looked into dollie's incidents on neocities, and the allegations that she also was pretending to be black while harassing other black users on everskies, but those will be separate posts as we gather more information.

if you have any questions, concerns, or more information regarding dollie and her lies, feel free to send us an ask or a DM!

[paranoidgemsbok]

Oh btw Seaweed has like. Fully risen from the dead. I don't know why but my theories are that he either fought a demon and won or fought a demon and lost

[sniperwithasmoke]

i recast ho.lmes and wa.tson for bash’s main hotd-based canon and honestly? i now need to write a modern fall.

[gramireus]

it doesn't matter what energy source you're using to power that network - sustainable food is the stuff that comes from the ground around humans that they chose to eat because it's good sustenance that is accessible on foot. by this metric US humans are living in perhaps the greatest poverty known so far to humankind

the whole idea of "sustainable food systems and ecology" is totally undermined by the actual social and economic reality in the united states. it is not sustainable to have a nationwide food system hopelessly dependent on a robust nationwide food transportation network.

[graysistance]

💬     a kiss pressed to the top of the head.      /      @yunharlaquin    ( ♫  ♫ )

pounding;

the blood through her head. atmospheric reentry. the echo of heartbeats in her chest. throbbing bruises and aches. the hurricane of emotions in her chest.

red five scuddered to an unsteady halt over the jungle floor. the resistance’s cramped base on ajan kloss lit itself aflame with joyful whoops and cries in the time it took her to return.

more pounding;

everyone else’s celebration. fireworks, somewhere. cannons maybe. emptying flare guns and blaster bolts into the sky. cheers. claps. congratulations. 

rey clambered ungracefully from the cockpit to find bb-8 shrieking in binary several feet from where she landed, ecstatic to see her alive. her legs barely held her up. the little droid had unknowingly given her an out by inclining his little head toward her, loyal to the idea of battles finishing once she checked his antenna. he didn’t ask why she only examined him with one hand and had the other wrapped around a bundle of fabric.

it’s a droid, and she loves him so much it hurts. it hurts, it hurts. 

off he went immediately after, beebling that poe and finn were around here somewhere. up ahead, the throng writhed like an exultant amoeba. they’re waiting for her. many of them are. 

her feet moved without her knowing and the crowd came ever closer. someone noticed and called out a greeting. did she smile? she thought she did, but it’s hard to tell. it’s hard to feel. finn was among this group of open faces, with poe. they’d be searching for her. finn would have questions. she longed to see their faces, hungered to have them tell her everything was alright. they’d heal together and everything would be fine. 

but nothing was. there’s only one person here who could ever truly understand. only one who would already know. the last one left.

she had to find jaina. 

a wobbling light in the force guided her forward, pinky red and purple trailing between this pilot and that mechanic. rey followed it almost mindlessly. every few feet her body surrendered to the shoulder squeezes and back slaps borne of pride. everyone was so proud, but no one knew. 

and there. one last clap on the spine slid her into a perfect line of sight. the willowy shadow of a brunette rey recognized like her own face stood not far from a curtained-off hollow adjacent to mission control. what remained of the day’s adrenaline became sufficient to propel her the last few feet into the waiting arms of a very gloriously alive jaina solo. nothing could keep her upright after that.

whether rey pulled jaina down or jaina brought her down was a mystery, and a forgettable one. all that mattered was the smell of dirt and tears and pressing a black sweater between their collapsing chests. agony was the only thing that existed. agony was all that ever was. both light and dark swirled around the bent figures in a watercolor wash of chaos and grief. 

                        ❝ he  ————  he saved me. and i couldn’t save him. ❞  her sobs gusted across the fabric her fingers had tangled in, across time and space. breathing hurt. the ensconced fist thumped against jaina’s torso, trying to make her understand.   ❝ i thought i could bring him back to us, but he was gone before i knew it. jaina, he disappeared in my arms! ❞  

words were useless against a tsunami of sobs that grew so fierce there wasn’t oxygen enough to give them volume. every known ache flared back to life along with a thousand other cuts and bruises rey had no idea she’d sustained. the only thing that registered in a shared haze of hurt was faint pressure on the crown of her head. against rey’s shoulder she could feel jaina shaking like a tree in a gale. but through it all, the jedi had strength enough to comfort her friend.

                        ❝ i tried. ❞  tear-scraped throat notwithstanding, rey whispered her disappointment pleadingly.  ❝ i tried. he came back to the light. we knew he would, didn’t we? ❞  one glance down confirmed that the sweater was still real. it had not faded away like its wearer. the tragedy did happen. it wasn’t a dream.  ❝ he came back. but i was too late. ❞

it wasn’t fair. they’d both lost so much, in such different and strange ways. they’d both loved so hard it cost more than they’d been willing to give at the start, but they gave and gave anyway. at the end, all they had to show for their love was their loss. always, always loss. 

above them, worlds away, rey thought she heard a thunderous warble of shyriiwook: chewie telling everyone to leave the girls alone. but his shadow hovered protectively, allowing them to cry out their sorrows in relative peace.

it took so long, and it still wasn’t enough. all they had was each other, with their love and their loss and the reminder of hope in between. 

[badlesmisimaginesofficial]

During the Beeble Rewatch of episode 3 today @pilferingapples said “valjean whispers in your ear; you are a corpse ASMR” and inspiration struck.

Imagine...

You've had literally the worst day of all time, but you've reached the point of no longer caring. More specifically, you're dead, and that's why you're not giving two hoots that your former boss is getting into it with the local police inspector.

The good news is that you look dead in a sexy way. Sure, your mouth is full of blood from when your teeth were pulled this morning, your haircut isn't the most flattering and the makeup artist has gone OTT with the dark red eyeshadow. Still, you're young and cute and really that's all that matters.

Your one regret is that you failed to pull Daddy Madeleine - the factory owner, town mayor and aforementioned former boss. It did kind of suck majorly when he fired you for shit that absolutely wasn't your fault, but he's since made up for it by being kind, attentive and so very hunky.

For some reason you never fancied him that much back when you worked for him. He was always distant and aloof. Yet something about the way he fired you; staring at you like you were a piece of shit stuck to his shoe just made your heart flutter. Now he's throwing down in your defence, and if you weren't like, literally dead, you'd be absolutely melting.

You can't see too well from your vantage point on the bed - from the sound of it, Madeleine and the cop are arguing furiously. Then, in one fluid motion, Madeleine turns away from the inspector and throws himself on your bed. Even though you are an actual corpse and cannot move, you're thrilled. It gets even better when he raises himself up and brings his furious face close to yours.

For one glorious moment you think he's going to kiss you. Hell, it might be enough to revive you back to life. He doesn't, though, instead ducking his head down to whisper in your ear. The feel of his hot breath on your cold flesh would have made you nut instantly - if you weren't, you know. Dead.