#creepo shit

[roomifune]

chuggaconroy news is so gross and disappointing but also so funny. men online gotta be the funniest creatures ever, how do you just embarrass yourself this much with no self-awareness. how do you send messages like this to fellow content creators with zero hesitation. how. why

[nuclear-wiener420]

💕🦇💕

not my usual content here but when i tell you i’m SCREAMING

[simpforerensattacktitan]

It's on sight for the people that go on someone's post or fanfic or whatever to say "(insert character) wouldn't like (insert self indulgent trait/gender/whatever tf else.)" idc if I personally don't prefer or share whatever headcanon or don't like someone's oc, let ppl be happy bro 🧍‍♂️I just silently judge/roast or cackle to my friend in our private discord server instead of bothering the person.

I will testify that even if I strongly dislike, utterly hate, and cannot stand a character, I will never go on someones post talking about liking that character and say so. Basic decency and all that

[elixandre]

two things that happened in malaysia make me hate myself 1999

other than that what a great time including the hotel mafia boss i became friends with???

[scornocopia]

another day in my brain generally knowing tgat my abuser-n-pals opinions or thoughst about me don’t matter but giving them power over me anyway ville it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter if doesn’t matter WHY AM I STUPID WHY AM J DUMB let’s stress about it a day before ur bougie ass hawaii vacation that will not make you throw up on an airplane or anything weird like that OH MY GOD

[4ndro1d]

Tbh I miss listening to music all the time.. like walking to work and listening to music. Finding new music as I was walking around campus. I listen to music when I close at work and when I'm shower but that's it. I feel like I don't have enough time to appreciate it as much as used to. I can join my boyfriend jam in the car but .. I just feel like listening to a specific genre or playlist sometimes YK? For some weird reason music can be a trigger make me angry more frequently then the usual. So I would like to expose.myself to it more cuz music well that song is my song that artist is my artist that album is my album? It's not for some cuck prick to enjoy.

[redflagshipwriter]

Ghost Driver 5

Masterpost

Chapter Five

Danny did not succeed in coaxing Robin out of his car at the cemetery. “I have a juice box,” he lied, shaking his hand inside his pocket enticingly. “You can have it if you go home.”

“I wanna stay.” Robin pressed himself against the opposite car door. His wristwatch was flashing again.

‘If I go to the other side really fast and open the door, he might fall out.’

“Let’s go already.” Jason sounded done with both of them. He had a hand on his forehead. “If we are going anywhere. There’s no point in anything.”

“That’s a bit much,” Danny muttered to himself. He heaved a great sigh at how ridiculous these Gotham people were. This place was silly.

“It’s not pointless.” Robin plastered himself to the back of Jason’s chair, bizarre in his sincerity. He peered around the headrest. “Why do you think that?”

“Dad didn’t pick me,” Jason said nonsensically, and extremely morose.

It tugged at Danny’s heartstrings. “Want my dad?” He offered. He sat back down in his seat so he could lean over and rub at the back of Jason’s neck. Jason rolled his head over towards him.

Jason sniffled.

“Your dad would pick you.” Robin leaned forward.

Jason lolled forward and put his face in both his hands.

Robin didn’t get a clue. “He loves you,” Robin pushed. He patted the back of the car seat. “Your Dad cares so much, du-“

“Back off,” Danny hissed. He gave the kid a glare. “Can’t you see you’re not helping?”

“Of course I thought that then,” Jason warbled. “I wanted my Dad to save me.”

“This is getting dark.” Danny scratched his neck nervously. They needed to change the subject. He put on an artificially bright voice. “How about we go do paperwork and a prisoner transfer!”

Jason didn’t answer. Danny turned around to see Robin.

After a long pause, Robin gave him a thumbs-up.

“Great.” Relieved, he patted Jason’s leg and then checked his seatbelt was good. “Aight, let’s go.”

“What exactly is going on?” Robin prodded.

“Uhhh…” Danny stalled for a moment as he finally contextualized how far off task he had gone. “Well, I followed a police escort to a weird militaristic asylum today.”

“Why?” Robin interrupted.

Danny gave him the stink eye in the rear view window. “Because I thought it might have been Jason who-“

He cut himself off with a cough.

Shit. He couldn’t share Jason’s personal information with the detective freakazoids. If they figured out he was the Red Hat, they’d never stop bothering him.

“You thought he would get a four police car escort?” Robin asked. He lifted an eyebrow in a way that made him look extremely punchable.

“Hell yes,” Danny said loyally. “I believe in him. He’s capable of anything.”

“Aww.” Jason genuinely sounded touched.

Robin twitched.

“Anyway, I met this freakazoid there, total creepo, found out he keeps breaking out and I punted him to the Infinite Realms but I guess I was a bit sketchy about it? So now I need to move him to a legal holding facility and get paperwork that proves the transfer to show Mr. Police guy, because he says he can’t allow kidnapping and I think that’s fair even if it’s a bummer,” Danny rambled. “In my defense, most of the time sending people to the infinite realms for being buttheads is the most appropriate course of action. When you have a hammer you see a lot of nails or whatever. Wheeee.” He accelerated to get over a police barricade.

Jason closed his eyes again. “I think imma be sick,” he said philosophically.

“You should probably rely less on false imprisonment,” Robin said in a mild tone.

Jason immediately repeated that in a mocking tone, complete with a flapping hand to imitate a mouth. “Was I really this annoying?” He mumbled. “Jeeze. Say like, golly. Gosh. Willickers.”

Robin looked extremely offended. He was deathly silent the rest of the car ride.

‘Spoke too soon,’ Danny thought, about a minute away from his destination.

“What are you doing?”

Danny ignored his shriek and hit Robin with his head to keep the little weasel from grabbing the wheel. “I know where I’m going,” he grunted, and busted through the construction barricade.

Robin braced. Danny flicked on a turn signal. Jason sort of grimaced and closed his eyes.

No one outside the car noticed or reacted to them, because of course he had gone intangible and invisible. He wasn’t a total dingus.

“It’s a long detour,” Danny justified. The car rattled angrily over potholes. He swerved to avoid an open manhole. “And we’re out.” He flicked back into visibility and eased the car to a stop outside the police station. “Just a second.”

“…What are you-“

He slammed the door on Robin and jogged up the stairs.

A young man coming down the stairs stopped and stared at him. “Hey,” he said, nodding.

Danny nodded back. Jeeze, what a handsome guy. “Hey yourself,” he said genially. “Scuze me-“

“Sorry, can I stop you for a moment?” He flashed a very white smile. “What are you here for? Maybe I can help you.”

Danny looked down to confirm that the stranger really had put a hand on his shoulder. He removed it sheepishly. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “I was gonna go ask a cop to come with me.” He rolled his shoulders.

“…I’m a cop,” said the guy.

Danny looked at him. He looked at his car. In the backseat, Robin tried to sink down out of sight. “Wanna come with me and my new friends to get some paperwork from a ghost cop?”

Handsome guy’s whole face twitched. “I sure would. Is that Robin?” He started jogging. “That sure looks like Robin!” He said, in a voice that might have been disapproving.

The door locks clicked on for some reason.

“No worries, I can fix that.” Danny plunged his hand through the window to manually depress the locks and then opened the backseat door with a flourish. “Got a cop, guys!”

Jay groaned and gave a thumbs up. He was still covering his eyes with the underside of his forearm.

The cop was standing still to stare at Jay. His face was unreadable.

“He’s got the front seat, so you’re back here with the bird, sorry.” Danny bullied the cop into his car and then flung himself carelessly back into the drivers’ seat. “Seatbelts on?”

Two clicks came from the back seat.

“I know the rules, Danny.”

“Awesome.” He gave them all a thumbs up. “Okay, uh, I am going to…” He hit the gas hard and accelerated down the streets of Gotham. Something thunked in the back seat when he took a hard turn.

“Are you leaving city limits?” the cop asked.

Danny nodded, heading towards the highway entrance. “I can’t bother Wulf to be my personal interdimensional portal guy, he’ll start to feel used. I’m gonna pop over to the cheese mansion and take vampire Vlad’s portal to the ghost zone.”

“Do we have any snacks?” The cop leaned a bit up into the front seat. “It’s just, that sounds like a pretty long trip. Are we gonna be gone all morning?”

“I’ll stop when we get to third street,” Danny promised. “Vlad is, uh.” He grimaced. “About two hours away.”

From the backseat came a sullen: “You owe me a juice box.”

“I never said that,” Danny lied. “Officer, this child is trying to rob me.”

Nevertheless, he did stop and promise to get Robin a juice box. The handsome cop guy hopped out of the car and paused weirdly outside the store.

Danny cocked his head and watched. “Are you posing for the security cameras?” He snorted. “You look like a model.” He headed in, ignoring the bemused “thanks?” that garnered. The two of them headed in while Jay malaised in the car and Robin attempted to become a dark cloud. Teenagers, man.

“I didn’t catch your name. I’m Dick, by the way.” Handsome Guy pulled open the cold door and started piling drinks into a basket. Danny edged past him on tiptoes to investigate the chip aisle.

“I’m Phantom.” He started tossing snacks over his shoulder into the basket. “Hey, do you have money? I don’t have much money. I can maybe cover, half of this.” He grimaced. “Maybe Jay would pay me back for his share, but he’s so out of it. Birds don’t carry money, right? That bird looks broke.”

“I can get it, I have a credit card.” Handsome Guy Dick snatched a bag of superhot puffed things and made his way to the check out. “Gas?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and obviously declined a call. His phone began vibrating again immediately.

“That would be a good idea, thanks.” Danny floated behind Dick to the counter, relieved to have a higher level adult present.

They were back on the road and about halfway there before it occurred to him that he should probably warn Vlad he was coming. Danny fished around in his jacket pocket. Nothing. He frowned. “Do you see my phone?” he asked Jay.

Jay said nothing. His head was lolling forward.

“He is out of it, my guy,” Handsome Cop Dick said genially. “Is this it?” He produced Danny’s phone.

“How did that end up back there?” Danny wondered. “Thanks, guy.” He unlocked it with his left hand and started a speakerphone call. As soon as it connected, he said, “I have guests.”

Vlad cut himself off mid what would have definitely been something like, “So you, Daniel Fenton, come crawling back to me, Vladimir Vlad Plasmy Plad, you, the son of my greatest enemy and tragically disinterested love interest.” He was just like that. The guy had no sense of discretion.

“I need to take a cop, a vigilante, and a guy I wanna date into the ghost zone,” he explained. The countryside flew by outside the window in a dizzying rush of green. “I’m on my way to your place to borrow your portal.”

“...How do you get into these situations?” Vlad sounded interested, damn him. His tone dropped suggestively. “You are constantly in situations, my lad. Perhaps it is a lack of paternal guidance-”

“Probably not,” Danny interrupted cheerfully. “But I hear you loud and clear, you have an empty nest and you’re not dealing well, say no more, I’ll send over the little gremlin and the big guy, let them know you just hit up costco and you want them to stock up-”

Vlad literally hissed into the phone. “Cease and desist. Fine.” He was outright pouting.

“Oh, you sound sulky.”

“I am going to tell your father that I want photos of you in the turtle halloween costume to put on a slideshow for investors.” Vlad’s voice dropped dangerously low. “I can convince him that there is a legitimate reason. He probably will not even ask why.”

Danny winced. “Truce,” he said. “I’ll be there in like an hour, okay? Can I take a car in through the lab?”

“A car?” Vlad shrieked. He sounded weirdly offended about it.

“I didn’t know his voice could go that high,” Danny said in a quiet aside to the car. Dick nodded. His expression was unreadable. Danny lifted his volume to explain. “They’re all humans, can’t fly, also now that I think about it I need some way to move the prisoner.” He frowned. He noticed the cop went very stiff in the backseat. Hmm. Yeah. The backseat was getting pretty full.

“...You are a disaster,” Vlad said flatly. “I will provide a more appropriate vehicle. I will accompany you.”

“You sure? I’m gonna have to see Walker. He hates you, right?” Danny switched lanes to pass a slow van. “He hasn’t told me anything, but everyone hates you, so he probably also does.”

Vlad hung up.

…fair.

[the-haunted-office]

Luckily for Ed, Cyrus is observing the employee lounge at this time, and so he sees everything going on in there at this time. However, unluckily for Ed, Cyrus doesn't catch the glance from Ed or what it could mean, and so he neither says nor does anything to intervene. He is only observing at this time, because James is in there and he was doing something stupid with a knife and he was rather hoping to see James accidentally stab himself with it. Now that the knife has been put away by Ed, Cyrus is no longer interested, and so he looks away from that monitor and moves onto more interesting things, like drinking his tea.

Meanwhile, with James, speaking of Hypnos, the man is sort of hypnotized watching Ed flit about with the tea and going on about programming robots and something about the internet and reattaching fingers and something about tea, he didn't catch all of it, he was too busy staring. Somewhere between the hand on his face a moment ago and being glared at, which for some reason came across as terribly attractive to James, he lost roughly 75% of his ability to listen to sentences, and so a lot of what Ed just said to him went entirely over his head.

Most of his attention is instead drawn to Ed's hands. The way he scoops the tea. The way he fills the teapot with water and the turn of his wrist when he turns the faucet on and off. And when he mentions reattaching fingers, he can imagine those fingers working delicately to reattach his limbs, how they must be so deft in their work. A programmer must have deft hands if he works with computers all day, right?

He snaps out of it just in time to hear the question about tea, at which point he just has this really stupid smile on his face. "Of course, you made it, I'd love some tea," he replies. "I bet you're really good at programming, though! I mean, you sound like you are. You sound very... knowledgeable about that kind of thing."

Ed marched back over to where the tea pot had been abandoned. He found a spoon in a drawer, and shoved the knife into the drawer so that James couldn't get to it while he was distracted. He certainly wasn't about to let James have it back and maim himself, and especially not on purpose.

He glanced toward the corner of the room, toward the camera where he assumed (he hoped) Cyrus was watching. He's not sure how to ask Cyrus if they could lock up all the sharps before someone got hurt, or if he should ask Doom, or... whoever was in charge of that decision, but maybe the narrator would get the hint.

He scooped a generous spoonful of Hypnos into the pot. Then turned and shot James a glare that could have nailed someone to a wall. "Yeah, I'm aware. Except the only thing impressive about it would be the amount of blood you manage to get everywhere as you bleed out," Ed said coldly. "Because again, I'm a programmer, not a trauma surgeon. Programming a robot would require I know how to reattach limbs so I can code the instructions for it, and writing an AI..."

Ed did not shudder, though bring it up certainly brought to mind the AI he'd met in his father's office when he was four, his father's disembodied voice coming from the large desk-computer. That AI had caused a national security breach, and had been part of what sent his father to prison. It had also given Ed nightmares well through middle school.

There was a reason Ed didn't trust anything he personally didn't program or couldn't stick his fingers in it's code, and why he refused to touch AI.

"That would require vetted training data that I don't know where to acquire it from. And before you say the Internet do you know how much misinformation is out there? You want to trust something like that to reattach your finger?"

He filled the kettle from the sink, then put it back on the stand and set it to boil.

He glanced at James, then back at his tea pot, and added another scoop of the tea for good measure. Though Ed had originally planned to drink the entire thing himself, the pot was large enough for two cups.

He added yet another scoop to the pot. "...Anyway, care for some tea?" he asked, partly because it was polite and because while James certainly lacked brain cells, Ed didn't exactly hate him. Things weren't going off to a great start, but... Well, Ed was stuck here, and he'd had enough of workplace hostilities at Encom.

If the tea managed to knock the both of them out, then that was certainly an added benefit.

[lizandbo]

Izuku and katsuki crushing on you hcs

katsuki

lawd have fuckin mercy💀🖐

Ohhh boy

Mans is in pure denial at first 

Like oh maybe it’s for how admirable y/n is and that’s why I get so giddy whenever I see them lmao katsuki wishes

POOR BABY DOESNT KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT LIKE… WONT GO TO ANYONE???

like he perks up so fast when he hears your name 

Or like whenever you said something you like or interested in something he tries to think about what he could do in that category of your interests

Bro I totally think he’s gonna be fucked up tho like…

After a while he comes to the conclusion he may PERHAPS semi really likes your everything about you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He’d get so mad at himself for acting like a ‘creepo’ even tho 99.9 of the human population has dealt with thinking and dreaming about a crush

In the worst places too

Maybe while in the shower too many times but we might not need to know that🤡

But like when y’all become friends and actually get to know each other he MIGHT ask you out

BUT BUT I HAVE A FEELING HE WOULDNT WANT TO

It’s like too embarrassing yk? And he also wants cherish the friendship he has with you:(

Sometimes he acts like an asshat but his acts of service makes up for it <3

Speaking of acts of service he would totally do shit without you even knowing 

Like putting tape/sticky note writing your name on your leftovers in the fridge so it won’t get eaten 

Making your favorite meal

Leaving your laundry folded on your bed while your out doing something

He’s petty enough to not put it in your wardrobe but alrighty

Feel like his bro Kirishima has to be his support dude yk

Always checking up on you through Kirishima 

This mans ego…. Dude idek if it can get any bigger when you talk literally anything about him

But man does he get pissy af when you talk remotely anything negative bout em

He’d have this smug look kinda like at the music festival or some shit 

like dis bad boi right here

BUT HES SO CUTE WHEN YOU CATCH HIM STARING AT YOU

which isn’t often but broooo he gets so red 

Like a damn strawberry

Or a skinned squirrel 

Who knows

Izuku

oh mah gah he’s so bad with crushes😫

Like he’s not even trying to crush on you

It just so happens to be crushing on you so hard that izuku might shit his pants whenever he sees you

He just a flustered little baby that’s all

Izuku just wants to kiss you but loses his shit whenever you go near him in a five feet radius 

Everyone knows he has a crush on you

Like it’s so fucking obvious 

Can’t hide his feelings for shit

Bros kinda a stalker ngl 

But in a good way yk

He talks to allmight about it to see if he could help 

Tries to point him in the right direction but he’s also a single as a Pringle so he don’t really know what he’s doing lol

He’s like those cheesy parents when having a ‘crush’ conversation

Later on izuku just kinda goes his own way 

He takes down notes about you

Sometimes there are really really weird shit he notices

Just the random gestures, reactions and habits makes you wonder how in the actual hell did he learn this information??

One of the seven world wonders 

Izuku himself is a world wonder💀

Anyways, he tries to accommodate your unspoken desires by small gestures 

Like warming up a towel in the dryer right before you get out of the shower

Gets gift cards for your favorite places

Hands you a water if you don’t already have a drink 

He’s just a thoughtful stalker /hj

Izuku doesn’t realize how personal his actions can be or how he mentions something that you do

He snitched on himself one too many times

It kinda made you suspect he had some feelings towards you 

And when you questioned it bro went flying

You may never see him again

[angelsarecomputers]

I know it’s been said but I find it so weird when people demonise Dora. The one interaction that we get with her- the REAL her- in the whole game, she is extremely patient, despite the fact that Harry is calling her in the middle of the night and asking creepo shit like ‘are you sleeping naked’. We can infer through context clues that this has probably happened multiple times before, and yet she still knows no signs of ill-will towards Harry- she just seems tired and concerned.

And it would be completely within her right to be angry at him for harassing her, as well! Knowing how volatile Harry can be, perhaps she even learned through fear not to confront him. And yet, there still seems to be this perception that, out of the both of them, DORA was the abusive one, despite all evidence pointing to the contrary! It’s not even that I don’t think she wasn’t at least slightly abusive, given Harry’s disabilities and their class differences, but what I am saying is that it was likely mutual, and that, out of the two of them, Harry was worse.

Their relationship probably got horrible and toxic towards the end, of that I have no doubt. What I don’t get is why the fandom seems to believe that Harry, as he currently is, is in any way capable of viewing the relationship objectively. There’s ample evidence that he was violent, frequently misogynistic, and that the experience gap between him and Dora was significant, and yet people still take his worst thoughts at face value. That she’s a ‘war criminal’, that’s she’s a goddess- people seem to think Harry’s deification of her is the main issue, and not the opposite; his virulent hatred towards Dora, towards ‘Revacholian women’.

It just boggles me that people are so willing to believe that Harry was the only one truly hurt- that Dora’s decision to leave was made lightly. We don’t know exactly what happened, and what glimpses we do get are filtered horribly through Harry’s grief, but they were in a relationship for more than a decade! They were planning to get married! I don’t think Dora just up and left for Mirova one day- the way the dream conversation goes seems to suggest they hadn’t been together for a while.

There are so, so many things said during the final dream that are probably just Harry’s self-hatred masquerading as Dora/Dolores- and while I wouldn’t be surprised if a lot of it did come from Dora, at other points in their relationship, I think it’s pretty obvious that the final dream is meant to be a confused muddle of Harry’s memories and grief. Why else would she appear as Dolores Dei? But, while no one ever explicitly says it, I feel like a lot of people want to believe that the way things are during the last dream is how they were in real life. That Dora really was cold and cruel to Harry- when in real life she appears as just the opposite, despite what he puts her through.

[anaagainstallodds]

Please god, make me the biggest star the world has ever seen

✩ who are you?Im an Angel ✩ What's your name? satan (it's from a movie ig, I don't support the devil please my dear Karen's don't harrass me) !!MASTERLIST!! ˚　　　　✦Ana|her|bisexual　　　.　　. 　 ˚　. ✦6teen|taurus　　　 　˚　　　　 .✦enfp|4w5　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　　　　.　　.　　　　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　 　　　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　'　 　.　 　　　　 ── ⁠✷ ──

I had a vision, vision of nails in my kitchen

⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆Im new on Tumblr, you can call me ana or angel, I mostly use it for loa inspiration,shifting motivation,and yeah Do expect alot of yap and feel free to ask me for advice or anything, I love talking.⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚

I'll be using my tags

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And #the ana-phase🧬 for stuff that I rant about

#anananana🌺 for just random shit

#anaswer🦩 for asks

dni if: homophobic, transphobic, racist, if you don't care about the people dying in Palestine, congo, etc, anyone whos so religious its toxic or people who hate on religions, I don't like men thank you (just the creepy ones please stay away, I have a taser 🥰), and creepos like fuck off, anti shifters

[reading-writing-revolution]

(via Sydney Sweeney’s Body Sparks Debate Among Men Who’ve Never Seen One Up Close)

The life of the single white male in 2024 is a fucking sad one. I remember being young and single and shy and lonely and a little angry about it -- but it was never any woman’s fault. It was just lfie. But damn, the absolute dumb shit that is going on out in the world now. Now, I’m sitting here much older sort of snickering at how pathetic all these men are, but also worried about women -- because of all these angry, sad men and their toxicity that seemed to just get ramped up by this new culture of --- what’s the word? not eunichs; incels --- that’s it. Incels. Damn, bro, unfuck yourself. This is now how we view or talk about women. This is why women choose the bear. Anyone remember that?

Now, I try to talk to my 24 year old son, who’s smart and nice and has a job and can’t find a girl who will date him, and I’m trying to come up with the right things to say so that he doesn’t fall into this trap of the sad, lonely suddenly horrifying incel creepo.

We can do better, guys. We can do so much better. We need positive role models out there for men, and we know there are some. Hell, look at the Obama family, the Biden family, the Harris family, the Buttigieg family. Loving, thoughtful couples. Men who are faithful and even-keeled, caring and nurturing. We need more of this. Where you cool dudes at? We need to see more of you and less of this bullshit.

Why? Because women are people, too, and too many of you don’t really act like you know that.

[dabisbratz]

eren giving the pervs from the comments of him fucking u more entertainment bcuz he post videos of you on there

he’s so insufferable abt it too!! ppl are just dying to know your name and where they can find you but he’s simply replying with stupid shit and ip grabber links (he doesn’t do anything with them, of course) bc as exhibitionist as he is you’re his boyfriend and the only time you’ll be seen taking dick is when it’s on his accord!!!!! id say he uploads a few times a month, makes sure to get his voice (cracks n all) in it along with his hands (he’s got a pretty identifiable bird tattoo on his forearm) to really let these creepos know who you belong to. also! he knows tilting your hips gets him a specific moan of his name so he’s using that to his advantage. also titles it CRAZY like ‘cute jock squirts on bfs dick (NO HANDS!) (CUMSHOT CLOSEUP!) (REAL!)’ or just ‘baby.mp4’ with thumbnails of your face mid bj or creampie

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I'm Dumb For Just Now Noticing This: Jamil

This is just gonna go over how the event uniforms look similar to the dorm uniforms. Nothing fancy. I may get shit wrong. (Also, the events are going to be major events, not birthdays and cooking stuff. Sorry. (Also, I'm only doing events that work with the dorm uniforms, if that makes sense. So some events may be ommited))

We're using this hot af reference image.

Idk what that arm this is, but he has it. Also, red coloring. That's really the only thing I think. (there's also a snake on his arm like in his dorm uniform, but it's the opposite arm)

He's got the sash thing like Kalim does. He's also still got an earing. I'm not sure how else to tie this into his character or dorm uniform, so if anybody notices anything, lemme know. (I'm making this at 1 in the morning, so my tired little eyes might just be missing something)

Red red red. Also, open-toed shoes. Very decked out in jewelry and fancy stuff. That might just be because he's a guide. Still has those flames from his dorm uniform, though.

We've made it to the infamous hat. Why that hat? Why? Anyway, idk about y'all, but that thing on his cloak be looking like a snake. Same type of earing as the dorm uniform, too. And is that a lantern on his necklace? (but seriously, why that hat?)

Sorry this is so lackluster. My drafts are filling up again and my anxiety's through the roof about it, so I'm trying to get a bunch done.

Good quality posts..... soon?

I hope?

Idk.

(you're never gonna believe it, I forgot Jamil's overblot too.)

Nun creepo Jamil. At least his toes are covered. Still decked out in jewelry. Still kinda has a belt? His snakes moved from his arms to his chest. Otherwise? ..... Not much. I might just be overlooking something since I'm in a rush, but Idk.

[v1x-holo]

Obligatory introduction post ‼️‼️ ((I'm too epic to need one but yuh]] HOLO STOP WITH THAT COCKY ASS 1Y/O JOKE OF URS!!!))

She/they (Genderfluid)

AuDHD + 16 y/o

FLAMING ENA FAN TEEHEE ����🎸

I make art n dumb posts. Weirdos n creepos dni

I'm Greek (also half Cypriot!!) N I can speak Eng, Greek, Italian n some French

Artist n art enjoyer, currently and FOREVER (I hope jeez) fixated on ENA (my lov <3) and also really fixated on TWF atm!! but also fw shit such as Undertale n Deltarune, Invader zim, LSD dream emulator (especially niteee's OCs jsjsj) Sonic, OFF, Bugbo, Slay the princess ect ect

Don't be afraid to reach out btw. either in case of help or just to chat

((If I'm unable to talk or simply don't want to don't take it to heart, I have my own preferences too))

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/750849271093395456/httpswwwtumblrcomolderthannetfic750157841851

Ppl in the comments: *correcting some shit you said*

You: No but you understand it all wrong, let me back-pedal, so that you're wrong again, bc I'm smart. I did middle school.

Also, you're still so painfully hung-up on a non issue about XJZ being called out for getting into stupid fights with French people, but it's probably less about "any old Frenchie is always right" vs "Specific French ppl who did know better" +- "and are pissed off at a specific person for lying about their history, and being weird about it, while pretending to know it all."

Don't need to be the crowned Royalty of history to get annoyed at people for being big weird about history and writing fanfic about it while framing it like anyone who doesn't agree with them is a big dumdum who falls for ye olden propaganda. Because yeah, some weirdo from across the ocean talking like Frenchies who don't have the same opinion as them about the French revolution + Robesspierre is actually dumb and falling for propaganda does need some mention about them not being French while pretending to stand above it all. "You're not immune to propaganda, but me, who's treating history like my tiktok meme playground, I am above it all. I am smart!"

That's probs my bobs why it was brought up that XJZ is Chinese Canadian, not having any connection to France and just picking and choosing whatever part they want to acknowledge and play with, with only their weird creepo-AKSHUALLY vibes breaking through. People like XJZ are good at being loud and in your face and snarky, but that doesn't mean they're right. Problem is when people think loud and in your face and snarky = being right, it gets real stupid.

Also, nobody tell you that French is a nationality, you can be white or black and be French, you can be whatever and French, you can have ancestors back to the first fish walking on what's now known as French land, or you can be a first gen immigrant, you can be a polkadot horse with wheels and be French. Ethnicity/Ancestry isn't the same as Nationality. You trying to bend and twist it like the only thing this could be referring to, and constantly nattering about the "blood and soil" thing is honestly kinda weird.

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