#dumbasses get yelled at

[uhhhhmanda]

her name is 11'8" and i love her

was reminded of that youtube channel that records footage of that bridge that scalps trucks today. one of the fascinating developments that's happened since i last heard about it is that, in one of their many attempts to stop the trucks from being can-opened, they installed a traffic light that detects when a vehicle that's over the allowed height is coming and turns red so the driver can stop and hopefully notice the signage all around that's screaming "YOUR VEHICLE IS OVERHEIGHT TURN AROUND" and avoid an accident. However as a result sometimes drivers see the light turning yellow and IMMEDIATELY start flooring it to avoid having to stop, ensuring that the roof of their truck just gets fucking annihilated instantly. Really beautiful stuff you should check it out

[scumvillainess]

yeah, qijiu should reconcile with each other in the stupidest way possible, it’s what they deserve.

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Julian tells Miles he should give his wife a present and immediately suggests the exact same gift that he and Garak famously give each other, which could mean nothing

[marvel-lous-guy]

Peter: CAN YOU HEAR ME!? GUYS! I'M STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR!

Friday: Peter, 'guys' is a gendered pronoun, I would recommend an alternative term like 'folks', 'team', 'crew' or 'everyone' as to not offend or cause discomfort to members of the team

Peter: FOLKS! I'M STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR!

[akirenhell]

The contrast between how people saw Trent in the 90s. vs how we see Trent nowadays is the wildest and funniest thing ever ngl.

Cause like, almost everyone in the media was calling him this "demonic, dark, brooding, scary guy that is actually nice and polite" (and he is nice and polite), but nowadays, we just call him "creature" or "babygirl" and then we picture him as a catboy.

I think that's an upgrade tbh

[phantomsies]

getting all the education/degrees I can and planning so I can get the fuck out of this country >>>>

[musubiki]

very important comments on limochi thigh content

[glitchy-haha]

Listen know the year just started like a day ago and I said that I would try to not rant as much this year but I hope everyone who even remotely uses the terms "Fandom police/Fanpol/Fancop" and "Acab includes fandom police" unironically in 2025 and beyond that please fuck off and block this account one time because I have a lot to say to you bitches and I would personally rather not embrace rage this year

[the-blathermouth]

Movie night

MC: alright popcorns popping, now for the forbidden question...

Narrator: and that is?

MC: "what we watching boys?"

...

Contrarian: oh what about-

Hero: no

Contrarian: ah-what?!

Hero: last time we let you pick you went against our 'no unreality' rule and pick The Truman Show. Hunted and Paranoid were checking around for cameras for days!

Contrarian: well Mr No-Taste-In-Films I'll have you know that wasn't what I was going to suggest at all!

Cheater: and what were you going to suggest?

Contrarian: The Matrix. :3

Hero: NO!

Stubborn: well you know where I stand, Fight Club all the way!

Cheated: we've watched that like 8 times now!

Stubborn: First rule of fight club: don't talk about fight club!

Broken: you've already broken the rule then haven't you...?

MC: just tell me what I'm picking.

Narrator: how about some ground rules to make things easier *looks at skepic* no murder mysteries *looks at hunted* no nature documentaries *looks at smitten* no rom coms-

Smitten: oh come on you LIKE rom coms! Their funny and passionate and-

Cold: not when your stuck sitting next to someone crying their eyes out everytime...

Narrator: *looks at hero* and ABSOLUTELY no Disney princess movies!

MC: I'm gonna have to agree on that, I'm getting sick of sleeping beauty

Stubborn: can we just pick something already! *Points to Opportunist* You, you've been quiet, what we watching?!

Opportunist: I don't know uhh Groundhog Day?

MC: that's not a film, that's just our life!

Hero: yeah maybe no groundhog

Contrarian: Ooh how about Inspection? That's always a good watch.

Hero: that films the whole reason we have the 'no unreality' rule in the first place, after we watched that paranoid spent a week trying to widdle a reality checking top!

Paranoid: still am. *He pulls out a unfinished wooden top*

MC: huh, that's coming along nicely.

Paranoid: Thanks...

Stubborn: well you can stop working on it already, this is all real! What you see is real!

Paranoid: you don't know that!

Stubborn: fine then! spin the top, if this is a dream it'll spin whether or not it's finished right?

Narrator: you try to spin the top, but as it is unfinished it only wobbles for a second before unceremoniously toppling over

Paranoid:...that doesn't mean anything

Stubborn: YES IT DOES!

The Princess: *walks in with a bowl of popcorn* popcorns done.

Narrator: wha-what is SHE doing here?!

MC: she's here for movie night, sometimes we watch films together when your not around.

Narrator: WHEN ARE WE EVER NOT AROUND?!

The Princess: you good?

MC: yeah I'm fine, just a little indecisive...*glares to his side* Why don't you pick?

The Princess: *takes the remote and almost instantly picks and sets it down*

MC:...Rise of Gru it is then.

*All the voices grone*

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

[anachronistic-falsehood]

there r two paths i can take rn..... writing tidalwave sex or writing dragon and defiant sex........... but there is a secret third option..... falling the fuck asleep and doing jack shit........

[marshbevvie]

the losers trying to look as badass as possible part one

whenever we get any wounds we have to make it into a big thing. i think ben looks the most badass here.

[apocalypse-boi]

Look, I love Nathan Bratt, but he is being SO DUMB WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM???

[loomsims]

Ouuuuuu......💀

Edward did not end up standing on business...he actually tripped, fell, and broke almost every damn bone is his body. I love Edward DOWN and he's my pookie wookie, but I got the ick from this whole situation ngl. Not only did Maverick swoop in and steal your girl, he went knuckle to knuckle with you and you LOST. This is Edwards biggest L to date and I am deeply embarrassed for him. 😭

[jinxedshapeshifter]

I've been listening to Loser, Baby from Hazbin Hotel on repeat despite having a minimal interest in Hazbin Hotel and tbh I think Loser, Baby might go in the "songs to listen to if you need cheering up" playlist lol.

It's just such a funny song but also the message isn't horrible. I love that it starts off sounding like Husk is just being a dick to Angel Dust for the sake of being a dick but no, he has a point to make (although I will say that it definitely feels like Husk is intentionally making it seem like he's being a dick to be a dick just to get a rise out of Angel, especially in the show lmao). So here are my takeaways from it:

Because I vaguely know what Husk is like in terms of his personality overall, I'm pretty confident in saying that he was intentionally trying to get a rise out of Angel to prove a point. Genuinely watching Angel slowly lose his mind as Husk bullies him is hilarious lmao

The entire song is basically Husk trying to get Angel to accept himself as he is and realize he's not alone, because Husk and Angel's flaws and trauma don't have to completely destroy them.

Disney underutilized Keith David in The Princess and The Frog

Husk says "But letting walls down, it can sometimes set you straight" and I think that's one of the biggest takeaways from Loser, Baby. Sometimes (usually. always) opening up is the first step to recovery.

The message of Loser, Baby is very much "You're not alone and you should feel more than free to embrace and own your flaws" and I love it. Loser, Baby doesn't suggest that being a loser is a bad thing, but something to embrace. Husk's goal isn't to put down Angel Dust, it's to get him to embrace a part of himself he's grown to hate and tell him that being damaged doesn't mean he should give into hopelessness (hell, he even accepts the parts of Angel that Angel himself hates with no hesitation), and especially in the context of the episode Loser, Baby appears in it's not a bad message.

i love these two and i love this song and i love how loser, baby promotes embracing aspects of yourself you hate

[cakemoney]

just. like. i know I'm not saying anything that hasn't already been said better somewhere by someone smarter, but like! the pay offs in this series are just so good. we've known all along that the story is being told in second person because gideon was standing just behind harrow's shoulder, but when she finally steps into frame, when she finally EXISTS in the story again, it's such incredible relief and heartbreak. we have been waiting for her for so long, harrow has been aching for her for so long, but harrow isn't here to see it. we've been watching harrow's false version of events, knowing that it's a performance for harrow's broken brain, knowing that the actors in it know something that harrow doesn't, but the reveal isn't of harrow's insanity, it's that all this time, her insanity was grounded in some version of reality. that the people weren't just hallucinations but ghosts, who although dead are the actual living versions of themselves that we never got to know, and who decided to stay with her of their own free will. that all this time, harrow wasn't as alone as she believed she was. i don't even know how to explain except by pointing emphatically at it. we know the story is tragic, but then execution manages to be so full of hope. but we know there was hope for a kinder outcome, so the story feels all the more tragic