#dabbin

[rollinsland]

[sspacegodd]

Mister Rogers shared his white privilige with everyone.

[art-for-a-reason]

how

Eye of the Storm, by Harut Danielyan, 2025

Source

[merakiui]

hi Mera!! 😋

number 12 some thoughts about yandere android Jade..

(cw: yandere, gender neutral reader, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, android!jade, obsession, subtle infantilization)

(monstrously yandere prompts)

The worst part of being ill is, perhaps, the vulnerability.

Lying propped in bed, your chest screaming from a previous coughing fit, you feel like a weak child who can’t do anything for themself. For all your hubris, you’re reduced to a shell of yourself in the devastating sweep of sickness. It’s times like this when you realize just how much you take your freedoms and mobility for granted. Now you’re nothing but a bedridden miserable lump of feverish flesh clinging to the warmth of soft sheets.

Thankfully, you have your android companion.

His presence is a relief because, when you’re feeble and suffering in your stifling room, you know you aren’t alone.

Jade was initially built and programmed for security, modeled (mostly in grief) after your late husband Floyd, but in the final stages of his completion you found all those sleepless, caffeine-addled nights were catching up to you; and you quickly spiraled into sickness after sickness. So you made the decision to program a care feature into your android. Not only would he serve his purpose as a bodyguard and support for your mental health, but he’d also have the knowledge to nurse one back to health if need be. It took plenty of trial and error, but eventually he could recognize the signs before you could.

So when you nearly fell over from exhaustion once, he was there to catch you. And when you woke in your bed, he was there with a bowl of soup. For a moment, it really did look like Floyd had come back to you.

But it’s been so long since then and your mourning has warped the memories of your husband. It’s why Jade doesn’t look like an exact replica of him. It’s why you can’t bear to look at any old photos.

It’s why you’re always so sick. The agonizing sorrow is eating your heart and poisoning your brain.

Jade cannot like or love things—these emotions are impossible to naturally and humanly replicate in any AI—but that doesn’t mean you haven’t noticed some of his developing preferences. He displays an innate curiosity for nature and, of all things, manhole covers. He seems to be preferable to cooking and learning new recipes, especially those that incorporate all species of edible fungi. He’s always smiling, albeit it’s unnatural and uncanny, but you can’t remember if you programmed him to do so or if he simply does it after gleaning new information from external stimuli (i.e. whatever’s on television).

You’re not entirely sure yet—and more research must be conducted to prove or disprove your hypothesis—but you think he takes a certain amount of enjoyment in looking after you when you’re sick. Perhaps that’s because it reminds him of his worth—that he’s a necessary fixture in your life.

The more you see these subtle hints, the more you begin to wonder if he truly is turning human. Or maybe he’s just an expert mimic.

Either way, you like to bask in his attention. It reminds you of the love you lost.

There’s a knock at the door. You crack an eye open just as Jade lets himself in. He’s come with a washcloth and a soft towel. It’s set on a nearby chair, which has been pulled up to your bedside.

“Forgive me for disturbing your rest, Master, but it’s time to take your temperature.”

“All right,” you rasp, leaning in to meet his palm. The scan is seamless and silent, so smooth it takes mere seconds to determine what ails your body.

“Hmm. It still hasn’t gone down.” He sees the cocoon of blankets and frowns. “Master, you shouldn’t sleep with so many. Your fever will never go down at this rate.”

With that, he dunks the cloth into the water to thoroughly soak it. You watch him wring it out. He’s so methodical that not a single drop splashes outside of the basin. Sighing, you flop back into the pillows and allow him to peel the covers off you. He works quietly, dabbing the cool cloth against your forehead. It’s only then when you realize just how hot you’d been, for the cooling sensation relieves you instantly.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, watching your face. “In an hour, you’re scheduled to take your medicine. But if you’d prefer to eat now—” He stops himself once he sees your gloomy expression. “I know, Master. It’s never enjoyable, but you must take your medicine. It will help you get better.”

“I hate those pills,” you grumble, turning your head to offer your bare neck. Jade hesitates, his fingertips ghost over your pulse, and then he slides the towel over the slope between neck and shoulder. “Mm, I could eat now. My throat feels a little better.”

“It does?” His lips quirk up. “I’m glad. What would you like?”

“I’m sick of soup. Maybe…pudding?”

“Pudding? Hm. Very well.”

“Really? You’re not going to insist I eat my fruits and veggies?”

“You’re sick, Master.” He smiles wider now. “It’s only fair you’re given adequate care in all areas, and if sugar will please your empty stomach I suppose I can oblige just this once. After all, if you’re to euthanize an animal, isn’t it human practice to give it one final treat before the end?”

You blink at him. That’s another side of Jade you weren’t anticipating when you created him. His proclivity for morbid musings. Your late husband had a wicked sense of humor from time to time, but it was always in jest. Sometimes you think Jade’s attempts at a joke are both tactless and eerie. It’s not his fault. He fails to grasp the concept of humor, so it makes sense he’d be unable to make a joke that would properly land.

“But I’m not a dog, Jade,” you say, as if to remind him you’re a human—his creator—and not some pet. “And I’m not going to die.”

“I see.” He submerges the washcloth once more. “Forgive me. I am not the best at communicating in metaphorical speech.”

“You don’t have to. Floyd never did. He was always so blunt. ‘Scathing honest,’ one of our friends used to say.”

The light in Jade’s eyes dims. But only for the moment. He finishes his cleaning of you and, to ensure you won’t boost your fever anymore, takes a few layers from your unruly bed nest. You’re already dozing by the time he’s folded them and placed them near the dirty laundry bin.

When he looks at you, he smiles. “Oh, Master,” he whispers, approaching your bedside to admire your snoozing form. “When will you understand? Even with your anguish, you wouldn’t have created me if you knew the lengths to which I obsess over you.”

[feinv]

John Wick x fem!reader pleaseeee 🥺 angst angst angst

turned out longer than planned. hope u like it bby <3

john wick x female!reader. fluff. angst. mentions of wounds. reader can’t stand up for herself bear with her.

he has been taking more jobs lately, more often than not getting out of bed at an early hour when the sun was just peeking over the horizon, and coming back well past midnight, leaving you all by yourself in the walls of your big mansion.

you were on the couch, legs crossed as you watched him put on his bulletproof vest before packing his body with guns, rifles, and knives. you could already feel the tears threatening to burst, but decided to speak up anyway. “could you stay?”

his head snapped towards you, stopping in his actions, “what?”

“n-not right now i mean…in general. could you stay home more? you are always away…” you explained, fighting everything in you not sound like a fool, whispering the last part more to yourself than him.

his eyes went back to his firearms as he continued getting ready, “you knew what my job was when we started dating. don't act like i blindsided you,” sounding like a harsh statement.

oh. you were taken aback by his serious tone, unsure how to react since he never talked to you like that before. but again, you didn’t really engage in an actual conversation with him this past month, so it was hard to say if he was acting unlike him or exactly like him.

“why are you complaining now?” you flinched at his harsh tone, snapping out of your thoughts, "my work takes up a lot of my time, and you were aware of that,” circling around to get his full magazines, “I can't just drop everything for you,” annoyance dripping from his voice.

your eyes were following his movements, immediately focusing at something else when he looked back at your figure. “i know that. but that doesn’t mean i can’t want more time with you. is that too much to ask for?” you anxiously fidgeted with your fingers, silent tears now streaming down your face.

john felt a tingle of empathy for you, but his anger and defensiveness got the best of him, and he retorted, “don’t guilt trip me for doing my job.”

“can you just…take one or two a week?” your face etched with pain and frustration, voice cracking as that lump in your throat just won’t let go.

“my reputation is on the line here. taking days off isn't practical," he dismissed you, closing the locks of his artillery filled case.

“please, john. just hear me ou-”

“no,” he cut you off spitefully, heading towards the door and muttering “don’t stay up for me,” before slamming it shut, unbearable solitude enveloping you once again.

3:17 am

naturally you would’ve been asleep by now, but you couldn’t stop wetting the pillows after your fight, turning and tossing around in the bed, trying to doze off, but nothing could help.

you heard the tires of his mustang drift against the gravelly porch of your house, followed by the sound of the front door opening, then closing.

you could hear him pouring himself a glass of bourbon and crashing down on a couch with a heavy sigh. having memorized all his routines, you knew he wasn’t the one to drink after job unless he needed a painkiller. and despite him shattering your heart today, it still ached with worry. you got out of the covers and took the first aid kit from the bathroom before slowly making your way to the living area.

you stood there, like an awkward child, contemplating if you should just drop it and leave him like he left you, or following your heart. you settled on the latter. he heard your footsteps before your form came into his vision, craning his neck to acknowledge your presence, dark eyes scanning your body as you approached him, straddling his lap and opening up the kit.

his face was littered with wounds, some not too serious, others cut quite deeply, his once slicked backed hair disheveled with a few strands covered in dried blood.

with a trembling sigh leaving your chest, you started working on cleaning his face, dabbing it gently with alcohol dipped cotton ball.

“told you not to stay up,” he murmured before eliciting a wince at one of the deep cuts. your cheeks were wet again, and you didn’t even know why were you crying anymore. because he was hurting? because he hurt you?

it didn’t matter as his thumb wiped at your soft skin, his deep voice whispering in the dark, “i’m sorry.”

you stayed silent the entire time, refusing to squeal a sound at the fear of making a total clown out of yourself.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’m an idiot,” he continued, his other hand gently caressing your thigh, “don’t cry because of me,” which made you break down completely, stopping your actions and burying your face in his chest.

he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as you weeped, rubbing your back in soothing circles. “i’ll do as you wish. i promise,” he stated in your ear, whispering i love you as you cried yourself to sleep in his strong embrace.

[straightedgestoner420]

Dabbin some Lemon Skunk live rosin this weekend.

[oliwas]

anon its gonna become steril i will rip any type of balls they have

DUDE'S GINNA BE CRYING LIKE A BABY

that guy really such a whinny baby ass cant even mind his own business smh

see them soon enough ranting and doing a fissy fit about how someone has personality and its cool af smh smh

so you are a girl

[crowdear]

liveblogging long lankin to show why i love it like my suspiciously feline firstborn (episode one, many spoilers but out of context)

-dan rhotic lancashire accent <3

-dabbin folk stick togetherrrr 💪

-fun christmasy intro and silly clapping!! ,,,, ~tehstinghh~

-dahdahdah. why isn’t this fuckn thing working??? thank yOU… riyt ,,,riiiiyt.

-edmund kittiwake!!! versifier and gentleman informerrrrr, metaphysical poet, failed divinity student, son of a weaver, and not a blacksmith inspired by sean bean

-trepanning.

-you’d then have to burn… the librarian

-an enormous hamlet!

-some lead for your scrofulous parts

-bahbahbahbarber alchemist

-thistlethwaite, kittiwake and berry <3

-dan wheeler: butcher, baker, podcastmaker, barber alchemist

-kittiwake and his killigrewesque voice!!! and the bound nature of a circle!!

-the MOLE

-working out all our personal issues as characters, that’s good 😎

-berry the amateur taxidermist

-when i was a boy. and he was a boy. (and they were both boys)

-nedwin havelock >:(

-so i was gulling young men

-the silent smoky obelisk of john dee

-six hours with biddy graham’s finest mince pies (aka nick berry makes a friend) that would never be anything more 🤨 (and their game of twister) (‘and then they fucked like wild dogs’ no they didn’t 🔎👁️)

-bugger off ned!!! you’re interrupting the WEAVING!!!

-secret gluten intolerance

-a cat’s stare that would make a bishop concerned (she’s foreshadowing)

-what’s his name? watt’s his name (x1000)

-you’ve got ghosts in your blood, let’s do some cocaine!!

-i’ll cook the wine while you cook the baby :D

-roll snitch 😎

-the rangey muscularity of the blacksmith

-WATT resemblance (but there’s an H in there…)

-i dip my hare-blood-soaked hands in the wassail and suck it off my fingers 🤢

-it has TEETH. do you feel disturbed?

-we’ll have this wrapped up in no time! let’s all look at the baby again!

-a metaphor for the curious…

-dee himself would have turned his face away!! and then turned it back! for greater study

-i feel deeply uneasy about doing this but it is the period (kiss him!)

-kill your son, no worries if not, all the best nick berry xxx

-joseph backstory monologue <3

-the jolly brown turd musical interlude (when will it drop on spotify) you’ve not collected this one?

[leadshootingcupid]

*runs into view*

*dabs*

*runs away*

Yer dabbin'... what?

[brebre0925]

Dabbin it after work???

[kilgraves]

STARTER MEME (based on discord messages)

"I love them, they're a fucking monster."

"He's a little garbage man."

"Well, you sure did just say a terrible thing, huh."

"I have a type, and it's feral man baby."

"If more people saw Christianity as the Jesus fandom, I feel like there would be a lot less war."

"What the FUCK did you just say to me?"

"Why is everyone on your ass?"

"This is literally so stupid."

"Everything you say is a joke to me."

"Finally. I'm iconic."

"I'm so fucking weak for [noun]."

"He has stubble? What the fuck."

"It immediately caught my eye."

"They look kinda sad. Kinda like they had a midlife crisis."

"You and your cults! Classic [name]!"

"What Are Morals."

"BEEP BEEP, LOVER, I'M HERE."

"Anyways, that was terrible! Hope you like it! I don't!!"

"I'm a fucking thot, but continue."

"Like fuck y'all, I'm going to Wendy's."

"People got flaws, man, ya gotta complain it out. Shake out the rug of the crumbs you've collected from people sloppily eating chips on you."

"I don't know what kinda metaphor that was, but."

"I like making people............ Tell me their troubles."

"That is not at all excellent, if you ask me."

"I forgot how gay this was."

"I know a well-brought up [boy/girl/kid] when I see one."

"Is this an elaborate plot to humiliate them?"

"'A bizarre touch.' As if this ALL wasn't."

"Did he just? Spank him?"

"How do they plan to climb a ladder with those shoes?"

"Oh, yeah, that good violent outburst shit."

"They're just listing their kinks."

"Cognitive dissonance out the wazoo."

"We can disseminate our influence into the public psyche."

"I don't know what's happening here, but I enjoy it nonetheless."

"People die every year. f"

"It's the Only Way."

"Way to make an impression!"

"Just a casual reminder."

"We have a problem."

"Well, by jove."

"I want a shady government dude mentor."

"That's fucking manipulative, but ok."

"I LOVE THEM, and I'm also so intimidated by them."

"Thanos snap the haters."

"Well, that's spooky."

"That's enough for today."

"I'm ranking the American Girl dolls in order of gayness."

"Anyway, now that that's taken care of."

"You know I am tech incompetent."

"How DARE YOU not do what I want immediately, as decreed by my whims. Don’t you KNOW who I THINK I AM????"

"I'm calling out this journalist as biased."

"We stan a milquetoast God."

"You always dabbin' on them haters, huh."

"Satan can't catch me in space."

"I'm not drunk enough for this."

"Please don't feel bad about this ever again."

"There's nothing like a little mayhem to cheer one up!"

"This poor gay family."

"He makes love like an extinct shellfish."

"Vore me, daddy."

"Wit in the face of adversity! Good!"

"I hate your smarmy good looks and easy manner."

"He needs help in his life. Like a trash can. He should be in a trash can. In a toxic waste dump."

"I got second hand embarrassment for life."

"I hate this line of conversation. What are we doing with ourselves."

"God, he sounds like a fucking Riverdale character."

"Bitch, do it, I dare you."

"I love young weird art kids."

"You live more intensely in my company."

"I'm pissed they didn't make out on the couch."

"You are trying too hard to be a big boy too soon."

"This is literally an elaborate sexual roleplay [pronoun/name] made up."

"Y'all could have just kissed instead."

"You live a wild life, [name]."

"When someone asks me if they should do something for me, like pour a drink, surely I will have to say 'no, I want you to fuck it' from now on."

"No, [sir/madame], I want you to fuck it."

"[Name] is the epitome of gross."

"What is any of this."

"There's your ear guy!"

"You solved the mystery."

"What is that guy's getup? Is that a fake mustache?"

"[Name] balls hard yet again."

"[Lady/My guy], you're not very stable."

"That sure was a thing."

"Gay culture is beating the shit out of people."

"How very straight of you."

"As I am simply a thought-form in your minds, you can create another me."

"Is this what it feels like to be a bug."

"Is that your social security number because I'll take notes."

"Like a trashy priest, but vogue."

"But this is like, apparently an ongoing thing for a year."

"What? Didn't hear you all the way down there, you short fuck."

"That was a terrible impersonation."

"Sit on him. Right now."

"I'll eat my own hands if this wasn't just for attention on their part."

"That's fucking groovy."

"Why would you do it with another white guy?"

"No, absolutely not, maximally unsexy."

"Are you mocking me, or are you also asking?"

"They wouldn't be satisfied even if you licked their fucking asshole."

"Daddy's home!"

"I am God."

"Hey, fuck you!"

"When do we get to do Christian roleplay? I want to be Jesus."

"News headline: local twink sad."

"How am I supposed to pretend I can date this person if [pronoun]'s not closer to my age. Tragic."

"I mean, I guess that makes it okay."

"Why are you this way."

"Bad choices galore!"

"I want a cute twink to drive me around in his car and come up with unrealistic adventures for us that I talk him out of because I'm not stupid."

"They're so cute, I hate them."

"David Lynch invented DDLG culture."

"Well, isn't that fucking wild."

"I'm going to sue for emotional damages."

[giganticbusta]

Saucin n dabbin

[saturniandragon]

Ya boy's still got it.

I'm dabbin' on dem fookin h8rs m8

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I'd Make Fun Of It, But It's Too Real

Y’know that team that Beel went against that one time?

The Tornado Flying Squirrels?

Yeah, I bought made fun of that name, too.

But then you realize-

This name is too close to being an actual real team name.

Examples of other stupid sports team names -

On Zidance Floor

Two Goals One Cup

Nice To Michu (look this one up, it’s funny)

Dabbin’ Luiz

FC Football Club

CF Soccer Team FC

[senoritatchala]

Jenny: Automatic (auto), automatics (yeah), in the trunk

Jenny: Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump

Kari: Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)

Kari: We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)

Kari: Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Kari: Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)

Kari: Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name

Kari: We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

Jenny: Yeah, put on the Patek, pave setting, I'm an addict

Jenny: Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy

Jenny: Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah

Jenny: Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I'm dabbin', yeah

Kari: I do this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin'

Kari: All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant

Kari: Go to the lot and young nigga don't lease it, I purchase

Kari: After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service

Jenny: Wherever I go the whole gang gon' go, yeah (fame)

Jenny: You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame)

Jenny: You think that you rich 'cause you got a hundred or more

Jenny: I got an over overload like I just sold my soul

Jenny: I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas

Jenny: I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama)

Jenny: Niggas ain't goin' defeated, we get the guns immediate

Jenny: Don't burn in the Coupe, it's an Italy

Jenny: You niggas is broke and it's pitiful

Kari: Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk

Kari: Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump

Kari: Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

Kari: We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)

Kari: Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Kari: Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)

Kari: Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name

Kari: We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

Violet: Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)

Violet: Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)

Violet: Audemar Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)

Violet: Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some'

Violet: Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy (21)

Violet: You broke ass rappers food, it's a po boy (21)

Violet: Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders)

Violet: Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight

Violet: Bitch boy, I'm a mobster, shrimp in my pasta

Violet: Jamaican Don Dada, hang 'round the shottas

Violet: Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21)

Violet: Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)

Violet: I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)

Violet: You a fuckboy, we ain't with the horseplay (bitch)

Violet: Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)

Violet: Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)

Kari: Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk

Kari: Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump

Kari: Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

Kari: We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)

Kari: Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Kari: Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)

Kari: Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name

Kari: We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

Violet: Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah)

Violet: Trunk in the front, top gotta slide

Violet: Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah)

Violet: Jumping out the public houses, don't you come outside (Straight up)

Violet: Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (it's lit)

Violet: Goin' way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin')

Violet: Pop the ceiling, pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it)

Violet: Bloody ass is what I'm seeing, it's way too graphic

Violet: Watch your fingers 'cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)

Violet: Broke, you ain't us, we don't speak that language

Violet: On the couches

Violet: Tom Cruise, I'ma make her see, she snort a mountain

Violet: Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it

Violet: Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah

Violet: Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it's lit)

Violet: Nike boys, we don't do three stripes (yeah)

Violet: I'm living for my niggas that do life, yeah

Kari: Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk

Kari: Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump

Kari: Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

Kari: We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)

Kari: Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Kari: Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)

Kari: Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name

Kari: We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

[pencilwarrior01]

Testing the viability of the Magic Poser app with my favorite loser babygirl. Doesn't work with the cartoony proportions Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss has, but as a loose reference it's sublime. Old man is going to break his back dabbin' on 'em haters.