#bonefid

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

ive been playing so much neopets lately… here is the gallery i started in it the other day:

[antimisery-core]

ya’ll wincest shippers need de-wormer. i will not be elaborating.

[ef-1]

love shipping, i think shipping is great 👍 super duper love when people imprint on relationships and use them as a source for creativity and content creation!!!!

Definitely dont take it so religiously that you veer into weird, mean spirited Larry territory though 🤠🫶

[capitalisticveins]

Okay after being so bored that ive somehow decided to listen to Morgan (shocker i know) ive come to a conclusion

These two are gonna be so involved with The Balance im not joking in the slightest

LIKE

THEY CAN BE READ AS ANYYYY MAGIC USER AND ONLY OTHER SEERS WOULD KNOW THEYRE A SEER? AND BLAKE IS THE ONLY OTHER SEER ON THE CHANNEL??? AND HES HIDING AS A DREAMWALKER?? HELLO???

AND SEER OBSCURA CANT BE SEEN WITH SEER SIGHT?? FUCKING H I HOW ARE YOU???

The only thing deterring this is the timeline, since Morgan and his listener(April 2022) are 3 months ahead of The Balance(Jan 2022) but like we can keep Sunshine in that basement a lil longer👀

I already have a scenario in mind where either Morgan/his listener or Blake would have to hide being a seer from the other but that raises suspicion bc the other knows theyre a seer already and omg if theyre not in The Balance I will cry

[dpaints]

So glad to have my painting “I may have to steal your soul “ included in @fresheyegallery show Bona Fide opening Friday March 31 from 6 to 8pm. Hope everyone can stop by then! #bonefide #fresheyegallery @fresheyegallery @darrellhagan #artopening #surrealism #artgallery #groupshow https://www.instagram.com/p/CpsbZcauAmU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[shrinevandal]

izumi i love you so much but we all know who the clear winner is.

[ayy-junipei]

On the subject of the degradation of fanfic communities, you guys need to fucking start commenting and engaging with fics positively again. I've been seeing a lot of fics, 200+ kudos only 3 comments. You survived all the way until the end and you won't even give compliments to the chef?

On the flip side, I saw a popular fic just straight up deleted because most the comments they got were update requests. The author got sick of it and ollied outied for their mental health.

Then I have homies in a fandom Discord sobbing my ear off because they put 10+ hours into a chapter of their robot yaoi epic, just to get a singular sparkle heart emoji. That's not engaging with it at all that's just proof you consumed buddy. Kudos 2 Electric Boogaloo.

It's EZPZ. Just say "Nice! I liked the part where __ did __ that was so __!" Badda bing badda boom that's a bonefide comment bone appetite.

Afraid someone's gonna point and laugh at you for admitting you read a Starscream x Megatron fuck or die fic? That's what the guest comment feature was built for, you plank. Get out there and start telling those cringe authors that you appreciate the quality of the slop.

[sporkandpringles]

my problems with discovery's spore drive have nothing to do with the wacky mushroom science. Like this is Star Trek™ not some bonefide diamond on the Moh's Scale of Sci-Fi hardness like The Martian. I know to expect the writers playing a bit fast and loose with physics and how the real world works. I'm here for that wackniess, actually. Love me some technobabble about mycelial spores or tetryon particles or whatever! the thing that doesn't work for me is the way the spore drive acts narratively, and how the technology was introduced within the timeline of the series. Like it's just obvious that the writers aren't willing to let anyone else but Discovery have access to the spore drive. They twisted up the Glenn in season one, so Discovery is the only ship with a spore drive. They hemmed and hawed about genetic modification in season 2 so no one else got a spore drive. They purged records of the spore drive's existence from history and claimed that no one else had tried to make anything like it in 900 years despite a massive dilithium shortage and canonical search for other methods of propulsion in season 3. And then at the very end, just when you think, oh hey maybe the entire population of Kwejian will make for a nice crop of new spore drive pilots, the writers fucking blow up their whole planet just so they don't have to let anyone else have the spore drive. And to be fair, they can't really let anyone else have it, or else Discovery loses it's right to be "the only one we can turn to in a crisis". And that's really all it has going for it. So, I get it! Still hate it, though. And, even moreso than all the silly narrative contrivances that are used to nerf transporter technology so that the plot can still happen, this bothers me. Because sure, all the ion storms and interference can get a bit stupid. We all make fun of star trek for inventing a technology that could immediately yoink our blorbos away from their problems, only to turn around and force it to not work when it's needed most. But at least there isn't just one ship that has the ability to use the transporter at all. That would be ridiculous. Everyone would want their own transporter. And yet, that's the situation we have in Discovery. Only one ship can travel across the galaxy in the blink of an eye. The show writers keep contriving to keep it that way. And given how useful instantaneous travel is, the fact that it hasn't been replicated once, by any species in the galaxy, not just the Federation, in 900 years is just stretching the limits of my willing suspension of disbelief.

[the-path-to-redemption]

Hot take: I hate it when RWBY rewrite protray WF as this full on evil organization or try to manipulate faunus discrimination/pain for evil person benefit (I have seen people rewrite as Adam being Amon from Legends of Korra; where he isn't actually a faunus but a man to pretend to be a faunus)

Imo using an oppressed group pain whether a real life group or in universe group is always a cheap move to have an evil person for the sake of being evil.

The closet evil person that I can think of in rwby who has no overly sympathetic backstory is Tyrian.

That's not even a hot take, baby, that's just you seeing racism and rightfully calling it out.

Anyone who sees a fucking person permanently disabled by a slave brand and a person who's orphaned by the same enslaving company and goes, "huh, what if the organization they're participating in that strives for racial equality through extreme means because nothing else has worked to even prevent such tragedies was evil?", is a bonefide idiot and a racist as hell.

That's literally propaganda to separate the "good minority" who doesn't fight back from the "bad minority" who were forced into extremism due to systematic oppression. And like, the discrimination against Faunus is still there; it's still being exploited for an evil benefit, and that benefit is The Schnee Dust Company. Not the WF, the mega-corporation that legally own slaves and mutilate them while driving small businesses into bankruptcy. The company that the protagonists still supports well into Volume 4 and beyond with their Dust supply even though their friend Blake outright tells them that the SDC is immoral and exploitative.

And like, there's already antagonists in the show who are evil for evil's sake; Watts, the Branwen grunt bandits, Salem herself. None of them are the in-universe minority group, yet no one in this brain-dead FNDM ever goes, "they're exploiting another person's pain for their evil benefit", on the same level they do to the WF. It's straight up racism, point fucking blank.

Honestly, I would even argued that Tyrian would still be sympathetic even if we don't know his backstory because of the type of Faunus he is and how society might have treated him. Not to mention he's another example of the meta racism of CRWBY alongside Adam, Sienna, Tock, and Ilia. Notice how the "good" Faunus characters are mostly with cutesy animals with nice traits to look at (cat and bunny ears, monkey and dog tail, sheep horns) while the "bad" Faunus are the ones with scary looking traits (bull horns, venom tail, bat wings, camouflage). Hmmmmmm.

[crimsonhydrangeavn]

how do the Li act when they drink? Like if we went to a bar or club, how would they act?

While Garret would prefer to have you all to himself, he isn't a stranger to grabbing a couple of drinks at one of the nicer spots in Saint Anne's. He would play the role of a charming boyfriend ( or furture boyfriend) in front of you, but the second you turn your back on him he's glowering any anyone who even remotely looks at you. When it comes to alcohol, it takes a lot to get him drunk, and he never lets himself get to that point because it would easily become bad for everyone involved. Marcelo is a huge party animal and would absolutely have a blast introducing you to all of the other regulars and showing you off to all of his friends. He only really drinks on the weekends, and it can range from a couple of beers to getting absolutely wasted. Though, he's an incredibly happy drunk and becomes a lot more physically affectionate with you, playfully dragging you out onto the dance floor whenever there's a song he likes, which tends to happen pretty often. Camilla isn't a stranger to bars and clubs. She isn't nearly as well known as Marcelo, but she's always been able to make friends easily so it's always a good time with her. When she is feeling a bit tipsy she becomes even more of a social butterfly and ends up befriending the staff, scoring you both some free drinks on the house. Her alcohol tolerance is moderate, but she would much rather drink at home with you to save some cash than spend it on cute but weak cocktails.

Rita honestly doesn't have much experience going out to bars or clubs. However if you showed an interest in it she would absolutely join in, if only to make sure you got home okay. She's also a lightweight so she usually stops drinking after the first one.

Like Marcelo, Teagan is a bonefided party animal. It takes a lot of effort on your part getting them to leave before the clubs close at 2AM. If given the chance, they would stay out all night long. The more they drink the clingier they become and the likelihood of pulling you into the bathroom for a quickie skyrockets the longer you both stay out.

[waggle100]

BONEFIDE STALLION!!

[ovwechoes]

Fluffvember Day 9: Marriage by Convenience with Pharah x Reader Themes: lawyer au, requited feelings, gn reader, drabble, dialogue heavy (ish) Word count: 1630

When your boss proposed that, in order to progress and become an established partner within your law firm, you'd need to be married to be ‘respected’ you saw red. You had worked incredibly hard for this promotion, with it dangled infront of you countless times by them. And yet, in that moment, it seemed as though it was just a pipe dream. As though everything you had given for this firm had been for nothing - you had promised yourself that you wouldn't be married and wind up like those couples who lose everything to one another, it was your worst nightmare. But right now, you were left with no other option. It was maddening, and only a bottle of wine with your long-time colleague, Fareeha, could've remedied your anger. 

That night, as you two sat in your shared penthouse suite with glasses in each hand, you felt your anger dissipate with each reassuring word from her. She shared your anger, even if she remained loyal to the firm and couldn't empathise with your drive to progress. For her, she was content in her position - she served herself, her clients and her firm well with grace and respect, so she had no gain in progressing in her mind. But, Fareeha could see on your face how much it troubled you. She could see your pain, and that's when she suggested it. Something you never expected.

“You want me to marry you?” “Only on paper, and if you're willing to. It would solve your problem, wouldn't it?”

You remained silent then, considering your options. Fareeha noticed this, and took it as reluctance, fear, or concern.

“Look, you don't have to. I know how you feel about marriage, and I don't blame you for it. If anything, we'd just be married on paper. We can keep being friends and working together, without anything involved. It's all up to you, so no pressure.” she smiled, her eyes drifting to her drink as she spoke. You didn't know if she was drunkenly offering this right now, only to revoke it in the future, but a part of you felt it was as though divine intervention was handing you a solution.

“Are you sure about this, Fareeha?” “Completely. It's not like I'm marrying anyone anytime soon, and besides, it gets ماما (mom) off my back.” she chuckled as she spoke, leaving you with the solution you had been desperately, mentally searching for until now.

That's how you found yourself in this situation - married and thriving as one of the firm's newly established partner. It had been 7 months since that conversation - the first month was spent on preparing for the wedding. You wanted something simple and still believable - if you weren't able to convince your boss this was a true, bonefide marriage, it would've all been for nothing. Then, 3 months later, the wedding happened due to the courthouse having a surprise cancellation, meaning things could happen much more quickly for the two of you. That following week, the wedding finally happened with your dress and her suit arriving just in time. It was as though it was all meant to happen right then, right there, and you two couldn't possibly pass on this opportunity.

Of course, Fareeha's mother attended alongside your own parents. You had never seen someone smile so brightly at their daughter, which a part of you envied deeply. The wedding was beautiful, and the two of you were satisfied with it and the pictures that came from it. The wedding was nothing short of perfect, with it being enough to gain you respect from your boss and get you the promotion you had set your heart onto. It was all thanks to Fareeha's proposal, and you felt yourself growing more appreciative for things as your marriage continued.

It was an agreement at first, but now things in you had shifted and you grew to enjoy certain perks of marriage as time passed by. It seemed as though the same could be said for Fareeha, as her actions towards you became more considerate and daring.

You found yourself sat at your desk in your office - it was pristine, and so much more spacious compared to your cubicle. Your mind was focused on the work infront of you - contract renewal plans, financial budgets for your lawyers, etc. It was draining, with your mind wandering elsewhere. Somewhere familiar, and somewhere you noticed yourself going to more often now.

You imagined yourself laying next to Fareeha, something that happened more often now as the two of you lived together. You couldn't help but move your hand to her cheek in this daydream, holding her gently as she faced you in the bed. Her hair framed her face beautifully, with her tattoo under her eye emphasising Fareeha's iris'. You often akined them to burnished gold, with a fire ignited behind them when she grew focused on tasks at hand. She looked gorgeous in the darkly lit room you had imagined, as she lay there silent and staring back at you with a smile spread across her face.

“Hello… Yes I have a woman who's stuck in her daydreams… Yes she's awake but she's unresponsive…” Fareeha's sarcastic tone droned through you, bringing you back to reality as you realised she now stood infront of you, frustrated with the lack of attention you must've failed to give her before. Her face still held a mischevious smile, with your gaze drifting towards it and finally observing her whole statute.

Her hand was raised to her ear, as though she was on the phone. Something you noticed she did often to rile you up, and to bring a laugh out of you when your mood dipped. You rolled your eyes at the realisation that she was mimicking an emergency call, and began to configure a retort in your mind.

“Oh, come on. Hang up, I'm here.” you replied in a humerous, but still stern tone. “Finally, it's only been 5 minutes of me trying to get your attention.” Fareeha dropped her arm, letting silence linger for a moment as she repositioned herself infront of your desk. She stood tall in her work attire - a smart blazer, work trousers with a high-end belt, and a pen tieing her hair up (typical of her). She stood patiently, before breaking the moment with her words again.

“What did you want to talk about then?” “Oh yeah, I have your new contract here. Sign them once you've read through them, and give them to Vivian.”

Fareeha nodded in response, a grunt amplifying her understanding. It was hard being one of her bosses sometimes, but it definitely had their perks. You always convinced yourself those perks were purely platonic, purely friendship-based. And yet, Fareeha saw right through you and managed to use your hidden agendas to her benefit.

She paused for a moment, as she briefly read through them before abruptly stopping. Something caught her attention, and your fixation on her expression prevented you from carrying on your work and simply ignoring her.

“Says here I'll be working under Vivian permanently…” she uttered under her breath, a layer of sadness laced into her words. Her expression was softer than before, with her smile gone, but you still struggled to exactly place where her sadness came from. Was it because Vivian was infamously more strict than you as a partner, or was it something else? You didn't know, and you didn't have the time to entertain it right now.

“Yep. You've been bringing a lot of high-class clients in, so she's requested you to be on her team.” you explained, before letting your eyes drift back to your work. Fareeha wasn't pleased with this - something bothered her about this, and even she couldn't figure out why in this moment. But she didn't take the time to think, before biting back at this.

“And you're okay with this?” “Yup. Are you? If you don't want to work with her that's fine, I'm sure Sloan's team needs an extra set of ha-”

“Oh no, I'm alright with it. I'm just making sure you are…” she started, pausing for a moment to see if you'll look up and take pity on her demeanour. When you didn't, she took this as a challenge to rile you up further - something she had started doing now that the two of you were married.

"I just don't want you to miss me too much, that's all." Fareeha began, her tone soft and airy, with her words stretched out for emphasis. It was her way of teasing you, and you knew it all too well. When you looked up, you couldn't help but notice the slight curl of the corner of her mouth. It was as though she was waiting for you to snip back at her, so that she could continue bringing something out of you. You weren't going to let her win that easily, though.

“Bold words, Fareeha. Only person that's gonna miss you is the cleaner. Their workload's gonna drop by half now that you're leaving.” you retorted back, your tone taunting as you watched in your peritheral vision Fareeha's expressions twist and turn. You could see the gears turning in her mind, as she tried to figure out a way to bite back right now. Eventually, she put the contract under her arm and walked towards the door. She had given up, you assumed, as she remained silent as she opened it slightly. Fareeha paused, looking over her shoulder back to you with a gaut smirk plastered on her face.

"Maybe the cleaner won’t miss me, but I’m pretty sure you will. Who else is going to give you all this attention?"

[ace-and-ranty]

IT’S ABOUT THE PARALLELS. IT’S THE ORION/EL - EL/LIESEL PARALLELS.

It’s the bonefide, card-carrying hero crashing in your life when you’re busy being as selfish as possible to keep yourself alive, keeping your head down so school doesn’t kill you. It’s being utterly alone until someone comes around and gives you an excuse to start saving people. It’s having to be the sensible one in this relationship because your dumbass hero keeps trying to get themselves killed. It’s telling yourself you’re only being sensible when you’re really being very fucking selfless actually!!

[indigitalembrace]

Oh, I...

...

Everyone else seems to trust me... All of this being on my shoulders... I hope I'm capable enough... this is always so.. so much..

Of course you can trust me...! I wouldn't want you being uncomfortable though, don't wanna rush you or anything... do you want to wait..? Maybe talk to him first..? I know you don't entirely know me at... at all... But I promise im.. I'm the best one for the job aside from a bonefide KLAE employee...

And I don't think there's too many of those around anymore..

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[geminiagentgreen]

If AI would be used in things like automated tamping plates and other heavy equipment used for construction, we could have bonefide druids.

But no, AI is being used for "art" and business...

[cyber-junkyard]

love how americans say "bona fide", like oh is Dark Souls a bonefide action-RPG? Hell yeah it is