#elon musk worshipping asses

[medusasbush]

read april 2024

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[jbird-the-manwich]

tumblr is the platform I stay on because a majority of us just despise the rich. You sure as hell won’t get that on instagram. facebook always has one of your aunts worshipping some celebrity piece of shit we pre-canceled on a mere vibe 8 years ago. twitter was all people trying to suck off elon musks depressurized blobfish looking ass even before he bought it. it’s the anarchy for me. 

[greenishness]

my toxic trait is that i think "get off your fucking ass and work" is actually pretty solid advice for a lot of young men tbh... like my little brother right. he worships tech billionaires & frequents the gym religiously & daydreams about becoming a Visionary but do u think he helped my mother in the kitchen once this christmas. do you think he helped with the grocery shopping or cleaned up after himself. his gas and gym membership are paid for by ME because he can't bring himself to find a job and runs out of money every three months. my uncle explained to me a few months ago that there's nothing more difficult than growing up a boy these days because there's no clear role models anymore and traditional masculinity is facing a lot of backlash so how are boys supposed to feels good about themselves etc etc well thorsten maybe if they helped their mothers in the kitchen they would develop some humility and also a sense of self-sufficiency. there's no shortcuts to living an accomplished life i'm sorry you don't think taking care of yourself is glorious enough to build a sense of masculinity around but maybe if my brother spent a little less time imagining himself as 2 elon 2 musk and little more time doing mundane things such as providing for himself he would have a gilrfriend instead of an identity crisis

[autisticsupervillain]

This recent debacle has proven that Homelander is just Elon Musk with laser eyes. Both of them are egotistical manchildren born with silver spoons shoved up their asses who think being funny is equal to being a jackass. Both of them became the heads of msjor corporations only to immediately fire everyone competent and immediately run everything into the ground and both are worshipped by far right wackjobs like their a God regardless of what they do.

Let's be honest, Homelander would absolutely blame his bad behavior on Autism. He's definitely that kind of asshole.

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

The Nominalistic Tycoon

Elon Musk is no Howard Hughes

Stephen Jay Morris

11/23/2022

Scientific Morality©

Twitter. I never took it seriously. To me, it was just a Cyber bulletin board. However, in time it became a popular, Internet Cyber bulletin board. Luminaries, movie stars, and other types of celebrities were drawn to it. Before long, American politics showed its ugly face on Twitter. What began as polite disagreements ended up as bloody, flame wars. Insults, threat of violence, and profanity filled the pages of Twitter. Propaganda soon revealed its ugly ass.

Despite the ugliness, Twitter had cornered the market of Cyber bulletin boards. Imitators quickly failed. It became damn popular in the United States of America, but the conservatives couldn’t navigate the web site. Oh, but their bullshit was getting through! After their Twitter imitators flopped, one by one, the American, political Right started to whine like colicky infants about how they were being censored on social media. Which was just not true. It was their content that drew rejection, not censorship. Their posts were like the rants of nagging parents. Worse still, it was all a pack of lies, i.e.: “Leftists are the true racists!”

All of this started during the Iraq war, with wall to wall Islamophobia. Muslims were the new niggers of America. In some Right wing circles, Arabs were called “sand niggers.” Regular human beings didn’t want conservatives around. Well, according to Twitter’s previous owners, “the customer is always right.” So, the Twitter executives created rules that posters couldn't use racist terminology or be sexist—among many other dictates. When you take away the right to be racist, then the Right declares that they’ve been censored. Funny, when Elon Musk took charge of Twitter, some poet wrote the word “nigger” ten times and a poster posted it. It was as if he was rejoicing, ‘We can be free to hurt people’s feelings! Yea!!!’

One thing Right wingers hate is when you hit back; they immediately recoil into a fetal position. Over the last two weeks, I did just that. Their posts would insult the so-called Left, and I insulted them right back, twice as hard. The last straw, per Twitter, was when I insulted Ann Coulter. They kicked me out into the San Franciscan night. I instinctively knew that was going to happen, but I never figured it would be on the account of “has been,” Ann Coulter. Oh well.

One thing about Americans, they worship the wealthy as if they are Gods. Americans dream about being rich all night long, all of their lives. They dream about owning acres and acres of property, material possessions, endless hedonism, and being pampered like new born babies. When they can’t attain that wealth, they live vicariously through the lives of actual billionaires.

Me? I couldn’t care less. Though, I did find Howard Hughes fascinating. He was an aviation genius and film maker. Yet, even though he was brilliant, he had personality disorders. He started out as a rich man’s son and he, ultimately, tripled his wealth. He was one of a true American breed of innovators who were dynamic and bravura.

Now, we meet the new breed of tycoons: Enter the Gen X billionaire, Elon Musk, born under the sign of Cancer. His mom was a French Canadian and his dad, a Dutch South African. His mom was some type of model while his dad was filthy rich. Elon was an introverted child and a trust fund kid. He had no quality of intellect and relied on the advice of associates. His wealth was predicated on the lucky sperm club. He is certainly no Howard Hughes; he is more like former president Trump. They don’t make rich pigs like they used to. America has a slew of Nouveau Riche. You know? The “Beverly Hillbillies.” The dignity of the Ruling Class has vanished; it has been replaced by spoiled rich kids.

Elon Musk is like a child who doesn’t like his new toy. So, he throws a tantrum and destroys it. He didn’t really want to buy Twitter, but he got himself sucked into it. He fired 75% of his staff and his biggest advertisers quickly flew the coop, as if the building was on fire. He wants to turn Twitter into a Right wing ghetto and, thus far, he’s succeeding. He is destroying Twitter the way Ayn Rand’s character, Howard Roark, from her book, “The Fountainhead,” destroyed his creation. Architect Roark didn’t like that a real estate developer had added a new feature to his blue print, so he acquired some dynamite and blew up the very building he’d designed! That is Elon Musk.

Hell, Elon’s not even an American!

[slymewitch]

Elon Musk is an idiot who got very very lucky the only reason people worship him and think he’s amazing is because he’s one of the few people in his position and when someone has that many opportunities of course what they do is going to seem fantastical and like nobody’s done it before because nobody’s had enough money to be in his position. His ideas are all shit but he has enough money to doll them up like they are revolutionary. Literally anyone with billions of dollars and a team of actually smart people could do what he’s doing. And I am confident that anyone else were put into his position they would do far better. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the cyber truck looks and functions like a 5 year old designed it and I guarantee any functionality it has is down to his team and not his own abilities. And when I say luck I mean being born into an extremely rich family that’s only successful because of actual slave labor so you can’t even use the argument that his family worked hard. And not to mention that he was born into an Apartheid nation which is one of the most evil kinds of social structures in existence and he just so happened to have the right skin color to make it. Everything about the man is so absurdly evil and incompetent that the fact anyone follows him at all is baffling. The only reason he sees the world differently is because he’s never spent a day in the real world. He has literally said before that he only wants to see the world saved if he is the one who gets to save it. It would be easy to say he fought dirty to get here but that would be a lie because he has never had to fight anyone or anything to gain anything. Everything he’s ever gained was off of the back of someone else whether it be employees, his parents, or actual slaves. He is a culmination of every sickness that poisons the minds of humanity and I sincerely hope people start getting wise to how much of an ass he is.

[ithisatanytime]

Alexander O'Neal - If you were here tonight

 one thing that always puzzled me about leftists is that when i was on twitter for instance whenever i would see a man espousing a fucking pants on head retarded point of view or just any scenario where a man made it clear he was far left, i would always click on their profile picture and every single fucking time without fail, its some fat fucking retard. i specified the men  because all women are at least partially leftist, their political views dont really matter to be honest, and are subject to change based on who they perceive to be the majority choice, ive gone in depth on that many times so ill spare you, basically women are just women, but with the men you can really see it, visibly retarded, like, unmistakably genetic refuse. if i was on the left, and i looked around at my brothers in arms and they were all clearly fucking retarded, and i mean independent from their world view like you just look at them and know they play with fucking action figures or some shit, if that was 80 percent of my comrades i would switch sides or at the very least just be apolitical.

 sometimes im grateful that elon musk turned out to be a controlled opposition pussy all along, i never really trusted him or liked him but i found the backlash against him to be decidedly reddit, as was his initial hero worship. but anyway im sort of grateful to be banned or at least i feel good about it, because these fucking retards literally cant exist without moderators, police, the system keeping them safe from people like me, i used to shred them, and i still want to so badly sometimes, these goofy ass motherfuckers man. back when i was on twitter i felt like a fox in a chicken coop, these estrogen enriched ultra pussies fuck me man. when someone says some fucking outrageously stupid shit it is human nature to correct them quickly and thoroughly, the practical reasons for this should be obvious if you think for a moment, but the way the website like most social media websites and workplaces and college campuses operate give every fucking advantage to a leftist man, and by god does he need them.

  not all leftist men are straight ugly, only the vast vast majority, there are handsome ones but those are always the most braindead men you will ever encounter, husks, the ugly people are at least sort of acting in their own self interest, they join a collectivist movement backed by a strong central authority because they know individually they are weak, but the rare handsome leftist is always JARRINGLY stupid to the point that even your rank and file leftist knows it deep down but they keep them around for optics. they are often gay if not overtly they are covertly gay. basically leftist men are one or more of the following without fail, ugly/weak, stupid, disingenuous date rapist. the ugly/weak part isnt even my opinion its been proven in literally dozens of studies that leftist men are physically weaker and less attractive, the stupid part is interesting because when you break down the data the IQ is pretty close, i think in the past leftists were on average a couple points smarter but thats changed in recent years, but when you break it down you see that the whole midwit bell curve meme is not just a meme its the literal truth. for instance if you look at rates of vaccine hesitancy by educational attainment, highschool dropouts and no college types are very high on vaccine hesitance, the more educated people become the more accepting they are of getting the vaccine but only TO A POINT, and then once you get past masters degree and start getting into PHD and beyond, the vaccine hesitancy shoots back up again, so basically the very dumbest people are conservative, because they are acting on their god given or evolved instincts (either way this implies they were important to have and theres no other explanation for why we attained these instincts) and then your midwit, your rank and file dullard college student with spotify and overwatch installed is just smart enough to be convinced to believe a litany of lies but not smart enough to be truley skeptical, like women these feminized men determine whats true not based on instinct like an actual idiot, nor based on the veracity of the iinformation as its presented to them when tested against a broad pre-existing understanding of the world like a smart person does, instead they determine the truthfullness of information based on the extremely subjective estimation of the person or party delivering it or championing the point of view.

[blonkk]

i’m so serious i can’t raise kids in this society. like i think me saying that is kind of a projection because actually i don’t even want to have kids but i can’t stay here myself. i want to adopt /foster kids. not babies, kids. but that creates another moral/ethical dilemma because my ideal life is living somewhere far away from urban centres in a small community surrounded by grass and trees and the like. and if i foster or adopt children i can’t take them away from their own communities/families/friends etc.

anyways i guess the need to have children around me is selfish, like i don’t actually need it i just genuinely enjoy their company and want to do something for kids who need it. there’s no perfect way to do that…….but i know that removing them from those important people/places is like. abusive and wrong. so anyways

but like i grew up when technology was just starting to get insidious, but still, i had a time in my life where reading for hours instead of scrolling for hours was the thing to do without effort. i had an attention span. i played outside and got hurt and got bored sitting in front of the tv. my parents weren’t consumed by their own devices. i still played on the computer and watched tv but it wasn’t constant mindless consumption to the point where i revolved my entire life and identity around it. i remember feeling bad for kids when i was in high school who had a radically different childhood then mine, but now i look at the way things are and the way they’re going and i just do not want to have any part in it. like i know that there are benefits, like kids can learn to code and watch exciting things on youtube and stay busy etc. but in my opinion lapses of boredom and not being able to just know everything immediately is actually good for you. i don’t want my kid or myself to develop neck problems, back problems, sleeping problems, eye problems, attention span problems, mental illness. like literally i’m so sorry this shit makes people sad and fills us with loneliness and self hatred. bad things exist without tech and the internet but guess what?? it doesn’t even come close to comparing. but how do you go on in life trying to defy the norms??? i want to be a part of society so i legit NEED a smartphone, NEED wifi, NEED goddamn gmail. i hate it.

like the worst thing is that we knowwww that this stuff isn’t good. it goes beyond tech, i more mean the rhetoric of the “future” and all that shit. sorry but we don’t need electric cars especially if we rely on fossil fuels to power them. we don’t need to go to fucking mars. we don’t need to have face and touch ID and mobile wallets and crypto and go cashless. these are all objectively bad things for the planet, people, and the future. i don’t get how people think that this is the only way to go forward when it’s actually so incredibly shortsighted. like there is no sustainability in any of this. we need cross country railway and expanded public transport systems. we need to invest in conservation and education about home economics ie identifying edible plants, first aid and home remedies, gardening, cooking, etc. we need to keep carrying cash on our person everywhere we go. we need to walk or bike or drive to the store to get pens or milk instead of ordering and having it delivered by someone whose face we never even see. we need to let kids play unsupervised and we need to let them be bored. we need to enact some sort of policy that makes it against employee rights to be contacted after work hours; work emails need to automatically stop notifying after 4:30 let’s say. we need to crush grind culture under our heels. we need to make it illegal for children under like 16 to have access to any social media. also it needs to be illegal to put photos of children on the internet. there needs to be bylaws that prohibit chemicals being used on yards and grass being placed where it doesn’t belong and instead promote i manicured biodiversity. we need to eat local meat and dairy and produce.

i could go on. basically my main point is that children are not safe nor looked after in our societies. they are not protected or valued. they aren’t nourished properly. and when we talk all this shit about the future!! wow!! innovation! expansion!! it’s all such a farce because nooooppppeeeee no one will be okay. no one will even have a chance at experiencing a life that isn’t about making sure you can merely sustain yourself. literallylyyyyy we are on a sinking ship and the people just keep adding water and pissing in it

[keranos-god-of-storm-crows]

There is a VERY bizarre worship that goes beyond the norm for Elon musk. Like do people think that it's normal to offer to have sex with/offer to let their partner have sex with him?? The sun does not rise and fall in Muskrats ass. I don't even understand how y'all got to that point what kool-aid was offered and where? Yall drank the whole pitcher??

Christ

[golbrocklovely]

sam follows and worships elon musk. that’s all the info y’all need abt him lol. like you can’t get much worse than that. no wonder his “mental health” advices are so fucking empty, superficial and quite frankly useless. just some “LA girl ✨energy✨” vibe. his inspirational posts are eye rolling worth

tell me how you really feel anon lol but yeah... that's true :/

so this is how i feel about sam (and also colby to some extent): i don't think either one of them is mean or has ill intent with whatever opinion they have. i do, however, believe that a lot of their thoughts are very much in a vacuum, if that makes sense. like, as much as they (to some degree) brag about being deep thinkers and whatnot, i think a lot of their philosophies are simple and basic, borderline inspirational office posters-esque. while the intention is there, the execution is empty. i think part of that is bc (and this is a huge assumption bc i don't know their life before la) is that neither one of them struggled. yeah, they got bullied in hs and maybe middle school. sure, they were awkward and couldn't talk to ppl. but other than that? i don't think they struggled whatsoever.

and that's not to say that i wanted them to, but when you do go thru hardships, it puts so much more into perspective. your empathy grows for ppl that are in situations like yourself or even worse.

snc surround themselves (to the best of my knowledge and assumptions) with pretty, rich ppl who haven't truly struggled. or if they did struggle they either don't talk about it, paint a rose colored version of it, or are bitter from it and now look down on those that were once in their position. most of the books that snc have recommend are basically self-help books pushed by ppl who just want to make money and give empty words to do so.

i implore snc to explore outside of their tax bracket when it comes to ppl's struggles and hardships. ask ppl who are actually struggling what life is like. one of the things i always hated about snc and when they were really into metalife/TLP was they repeatedly would say "life's a game and it's beatable". while that's a cute theory, some ppl play on hard mode, sometimes that being the only option. and then other's get easy mode with cheat codes on the side. and then some don't even know how to turn on the game in the first place. it's the same bs that ppl push of "we all have the same 24 hours". no the fuck we don't lol

they have a very idealized version of the world that i wish for even a millisecond to be a part of, bc that sure as hell sounds nicer than what i have. and i'm not even that worse off.

i'm not angry at snc or sam for thinking the way they do. it's just tiring to hear on the days my life sucks absolute ass.

[joezworld]

Silverliner Cults and Pet Cars

So this is what happens when @rise-comics and I are left mostly alone in a discord server.

Most of this is canon.

I like to think that the one speaking english is the metroliner cab car

[12:15 AM]and all the acelas speak french just to annoy the rest of the NEC

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:18 AM Buzz(in a Roz voice): I have not a goddamned clue what y’all are saying

📷@Jz1 and all the acelas speak french just to annoy the rest of the NEC 📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:19 AM Then they meet the one Charger who sounds like Arnold Schwarzenegger

📷@Jz1 Every charger has a different accent, which really does not mesh well with the rest of Amtrak, most of whom were built in Pennsylvania or Indiana and therefore have the blandest accent possible 📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:21 AM It’s called variety

[12:22 AM]- The one Long Range Charger, currently drunk off their ass(edited) 📷Jz1 — Today at 12:23 AM It's called One train with four accents. They send a Genesis to pick up the new Chargers and he spends the entire ride home regretting ever making fun of the Acelas because at least they don't speak with an accent jesus christ this isn't in english

[12:23 AM]He gets to beech grove and is visibly twitching

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:24 AM When they’re at Chicago, the Genesis has started contemplating murder

[12:25 AM]Until one of the chargers offers up their stash of acid as a bribe

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:25 AM "No one would blame me" [Queens accent from the back] What? "Nothing!" [California Accent from the back] Sounded like something man.

📷@Rise Comics(she/her) Until one of the chargers offers up their stash of acid as a bribe 📷Jz1 — Today at 12:26 AM There's not enough acid to make this bearable

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:26 AM At some point, there probably has to be trolling involved, from the POV of the genesis

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:27 AM By the time they pass through Iowa the Genesis is spreading baseless lies about how Amfleet cars work

Jz1 — Today at 12:27 AM

The Chargers take him at his word and start setting up shrines

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:31 AM Oh god, Amfleet shrines

📷@Rise Comics(she/her) Oh god, Amfleet shrines 📷Jz1 — Today at 12:32 AM [Chargers] - We must leave offerings to THE SILVER FLEET

[12:32 AM][SEPTA Silverliner parked nearby] - The what now?

[12:33 AM]That acutally would be even funnier - they have no idea what an Amfleet looks like so they Cargo Cult the Silverliners

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:33 AM [The NJT F40s watching this happen] - dying of laughter, hard enough to derail without moving(edited)

Meanwhile the ACS-64 fleet is growing more and more CONCERN with each passing day

[12:34 AM]it is unclear whether they feel that the Chargers are nuts, or if they've missed a memo Jz1 — Today at 12:35 AM

They try to worship one of the Metroliners. It ends badly

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:35 AM

The Genesis that instigated it is either laughing, terrified, or both

Jz1 — Today at 12:36 AM That Motherfucker hopped on the first Empire Builder west and made this mess someone else's problem

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:36 AM Lol

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[12:38 AM]Then an F59 just gets fed up enough to pull strings and get that guy back into Philly to beat his ass in the most Philly way possible. Jz1 — Today at 12:40 AM Poor sap arrives in Philly and the Entirety of Philly yard is like the locker shrine scene from MIB2 except they're all trying to worship some poor silverliner who is scared out of his mind(edited)

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:41 AM I can only imagine how scary it’d be to be in that situation(edited)

[12:42 AM]Or how funny it is for the SEPTA AEM-7 watching this happen(edited)

📷@Rise Comics(she/her) Or how funny it is for the SEPTA AEM-7 watching this happen(edited) 📷Jz1 — Today at 12:43 AM The entire AEM-7 fleet is laughing so hard they reverted to Swedish

[12:44 AM]The Acelas are laughing in French

[12:44 AM]The entire yard sounds like a fucked up version of Ellis Island

[12:44 AM]A single CSX engine rolls by on the bridge that goes over the yard, stops dead in his tracks, and runs the other way

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:45 AM Lmao

[12:45 AM]Woe be anyone who has to be in the yard at that moment

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:46 AM At that exact moment a Northeast regional shows up with a trainload of Amfleet coaches and a schism forms

[12:46 AM]An vainglorious RDC tries to get his own cult

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:46 AM Lol

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:47 AM No work is accomplished on this day

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:49 AM

Ah yes, the Amfleet Cult incident of 2016 is one acid trip of a comedy

Was Franz Kafka one of the staff?

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:50 AM He only wishes he was

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:51 AM Lol

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:51 AM From that point on, The Charger deliveries were done by BNSF

[12:51 AM]Surely this will cause no problems ever

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:52 AM It’s either four different accents or everyone sounds like a slightly different surfer

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:53 AM It's either very german, very california, very New York, Or very Florida (because brightline)

[12:54 AM]I also like to imagine that the brightline engines turn into Florida Engine the moment they crossed the state line

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:54 AM Yep lol

[12:54 AM]Complete with alligators

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:54 AM Fought a Gator (and won)

[12:54 AM]Fought a Gator (and lost)

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:55 AM Lol

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:55 AM Florida Engine does 'industrial quantity" of Methamphetamines, breaks land speed record Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:56 AM Florida Engine swims across port

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:56 AM Florida engine learns to swim, fights boat

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:57 AM Florida Engine accidentally kidnaps entire Panama City Police Department

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:57 AM Some guy in Lake Okeechobee says he doesn't like trains - the water bubbles and a Charger erupts from the water "I heard you were talking shit"

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:58 AM Lol

[12:58 AM]Florida Engine busted for selling fake golden bricks

📷Jz1 — Today at 12:58 AM Florida Engine arrested for selling stolen fake golden bricks

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 12:59 AM Florida Engine derails, orders Wendy’s in a nearby drive thru

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:00 AM Florida Engine steals his own wheels, puts himself up on blocks Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:02 AM

Florida Engines accidentally welded together in one consist.

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:02 AM Florida Engines try to recreate Baldwin Centipede, accidentally create a different kind of Centipede

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:04 AM Florida Engine gets drunk, tries to fly

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:04 AM Lmao

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:05 AM Florida Engine vows revenge on airplanes - claims "they've had it too good for too long"

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:05 AM Florida Engine arrested for attempted arson via spaghetti

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:06 AM Florida Engine arrested for screaming about "noodle incident" at 4AM

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:07 AM Florida Engine consumes too much NOs, recreates 2 Fast 2 Furious

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:07 AM Florida Engine jumps drawbridge - claims it was late for court

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:08 AM

Florida Engine breaks world record for fastest and longest sustained multi track drift

📷Joseph R (he/him) — Today at 1:09 AM and hits a signal

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:09 AM Florida Engine steals house - claims fourth amendment

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:10 AM Florida Engines steal shed to avoid rent(edited)

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:11 AM Florida Engine crashes off end of line - claims he was going to Orlando to "see that rat mickey"(edited)

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:12 AM Florida Engine bites gator - claims it tasted like chicken

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:13 AM Florida Engine invades NASA Cape Canaveral - swears vengeance against SpaceX and Elon Musk

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:16 AM

Florida Engines steal SpaceX rocket, dunks on Musk

Jz1 — Today at 1:16 AM Florida Engine Hacks Elon Musk's Twitter, Causes Dogecoin Pump and Dump

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📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:17 AM Florida Engines block port of Miami in world’s longest consist Jz1 — Today at 1:18 AM Florida Engines claim this act of sabotage was to support the container ship Ever Given "in her hour of need"

[1:19 AM]Florida Engines seemed unaware that Ever Given was freed two months ago Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:21 AM

Florida Engine spills fruit train, creates jam

Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:22 AM Florida car cosplays as train, wears cone as a hat

Jz1 — Today at 1:24 AM Florida Airplane lands on Train Tracks, offers Florida Engine "a fair fight"

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:25 AM Florida Engine and Florida Plane fight in world’s largest Wawa, Florida Boat wins

📷Jz1 — Today at 1:25 AM Hahahaha

📷Rise Comics(she/her) — Today at 1:26 AM A gator was shoved where the sun don’t shine

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[alienisticxo]

X Angel - Chapter Two

Elon Musk x Reader

{Authors Note} Thanks to some encouragement on AO3 I will be continuing this strange little story. So if you happen to come across it, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: An uncomfortable instance.

Bright white camera bulbs flashed in every direction, the shrill ringing of screams filling my ears until I couldn’t hear myself think anymore. I was blinded by the light that flooded with every rapid click, snapping away at my every move as I exited the Cybertruck I’d been driven in. I was already fashionably late to a discreet -or maybe not so, now- meeting set up by the head representatives of my record label, Astra Records. My manager had decided to tip off the media, and my publicist decided to make it an event without it exactly being one.

It was a complex task, staring into those brazen flashes without so much as a flinch, but that was what was required of me. That was my job and life’s mission for as long as I held the position I did. The ‘drugged out’ smile I was known for never faltered as the flawless chrome of my body reflected every photographer's shining glamor shot right back into their lenses. Despite being surrounded by personnel, security and otherwise, people still clawed and clamored their way forward in an attempt to invade my space as I walked toward the large building before me.

“{Y/N}, over here!” one yelled.

“Give us a wink, will ya?” yelled another.

“I’d fucking die for you!” a shriek made itself heard over everyone else in the roaring crowd.

I just smiled and continued to trek, my {H/C} hair drifting around my face and behind me. I concentrated on my gait, my posture, the way my expression felt as I stepped past my adoring audience.

One misstep and it’s all over, of course.

Occasionally I thought about what a strange thing fame was. People would die or kill for you, just to see you or speak to you. We were all the same, deep down. No matter the wiring or blood that ran under our skin, or chrome. The only ones who seemed to place others on pedestals for no true reason other than a little talent that thousands of others had and would never get the chance to share, were other lifeforms. What really made someone want to know me more than another being who can do the same things, maybe even better? The only difference between myself and someone who possessed the same talents was that no one except the other party’s close circle of friends and family knew of their capabilities. We did it to ourselves, really. If only everyone were looked at the same way.

My security guards pushed against me then, catching me off guard in a crucial moment that could’ve been dangerous for me in more ways than one. They were blocking a rogue fan who’d been dying to ‘feel me.’

I tensed up in the absolute slightest manner as I followed Jett, my manager, into the tall metallic building that was made up of glass, but reflected the entire city skyline on its exterior, catching the neon glow, Saturn and the twinkling stars above with it. Privacy was a must, of course. Being able to see out but not being able to see in was imminent for any corporation’s design. The large double doors that disappeared with a glitch as we approached, reappeared behind us as we stepped further into the lobby of Astra Records. The noise of the rowdy crowd just beyond the front steps of the building sounded as though it was sucked back outside and muffled, like someone had put a lid over the heaps of people screaming my name.

“You’d think they wouldn’t need those old school cameras anymore,” I commented, the exasperation in my voice clear as I relaxed a bit more from escaping the masses, disappearing deeper into the lobby until the sound was no longer audible at all.

“{Y/N}, how else are they going to send the pictures back to Earth?” Jett asked me, a hint of condescension in his tone before pausing.

“People sure are different here aren’t they? They worship you celebrities like gods, worse than little fangirls back on Earth.”

I stared ahead, continuing my trek to the teleportation pad without entertaining his thoughts.

“Fuck, I’m in the wrong business,” he continued in slight disbelief to himself. “Maybe I’ll figure out how to go chrome and become a star instead of managing all you shitheads,” he joked snidely, a nasty grin on his metal-grilled teeth as he turned his head over his shoulder to look at me.

Jett had come to X from Earth after having no luck finding any clients to manage once the great exodus of the rich and famous began. Places like Los Angeles, New York City, London and Tokyo had already been cut throat with the industry players. Once everything fell out, no one trusted a soul to handle their affairs anymore.

It wasn’t hard to see that Jett wasn’t exactly a clean cut looking person to begin with, either.

It was my luck I’d be stuck with him at Astra, but I knew in all aspects I was just that— lucky. I didn’t complain. How could I?

However, as he put it, he hitched a ride on the next flight out and got to work right away with the record label. It was just that easy, and he was just that good.

Sure.

“It doesn’t work like that,” I finally responded in a flat tone to his statement, my eyes scanning the confines of the space as we stood a few feet from the pad. Jett pulled the oversized and black-reflective shades from his eyes then, turning his body to look at me. He lecherously stepped closer before running his -what I assumed to be- warm fingers down the side of my cold cheek slowly, his eyes raking up and down my frame. My jaw clenched unbeknownst to him, and I kept my gaze straight ahead.

“You are a sweet design, I’ll give them that… If it weren’t for security on your ass all the time…”

His eyes moved to the front doors in the near distance behind me as my security team approached us from their previous position handling the crowd, and with that, he let out an abrupt howl, snapping his fingers against the palm of his hand and turning back to lead me upstairs with a cocky gait.

It was moments like that that made my stomach churn. I had to deal with the disgusting remarks and actions, to take them like a champ without even indicating that I acknowledged them at all.

If I did, it was my life on the line.

I was just glad that was the extent of it from him. Even more grateful that that was the extent of it from anyone.

With a silent exhale, and no outward show of disapproval, I swiftly followed behind him onto the teleportation device, ignoring everything he’d said like it simply never happened. With one quick scan of our bodies, as fast as I blinked my {E/C} eyes, we were standing outside of the boardroom I’d only seen twice before. Once to meet the representatives, and the last time to sign myself away to them. As my security team entered next, I searched my surroundings again. The whole floor, who’s exterior wall overlooked another angle of Drax City and a beautiful moon above it, felt familiar as I caught sight of the usual decor. It was dark save for the neon buzzed along the walls, palm trees that were coated in a glittery powder that grew on the leaves as per a new gardening experiment sat in pots in corners next to chrome coated lounge couches and translucent coffee tables. A muted holographic television screen played Astra’s channel on it against a wall, and I saw myself there, giving the last corrupt public service announcement that the Planet X Space Association worked with the label for so long and so hard to have me release to the masses. PXSA was our form of government and space flight. An odd combination, but one nonetheless. I didn’t necessarily believe in the things they forced me to read aloud; fill the heads of the unwise and naive with. But the check was nice, and I was in no position to decline their wishes.

The large area was cast in purple, blue and pink light as nostalgic pinball machines blinked from a short distance away, offering a “glimpse into the past.” Another client, brand new, sat on a couch and played a video game through the latest virtual reality headset, the images they saw being cast across another holographic screen while they waited. It was all very pretty, really, very modern and yet fantastical as I had remembered it from before. But despite the ethereal atmosphere, I still felt uneasy.

I had no idea who I was meeting and what I was meeting them for this time. No one ever seemed to feel the need to tell me much of anything when it came to business affairs. I was told where to go, I showed up on schedule or a little late, and I did what I had to do as I learned what that was upon arrival. The rest was simply code and programming to the people who ran my life; there was no room for error, and I had to learn fast and according to the individual's expectations of me-- or better. I followed Jett down the long purple hued hallway just off of the lounge area, his sleazy demeanor seeping from his pores as he stalked his way to another pair of double doors and stopped as it scanned his body. He looked back over his shoulder at me once more with a smirk before turning and walking through them dramatically, announcing my presence as though I were some prized show pony come to a town where nothing ever happened.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the one, the only, Drax City’s own, {Y/F/N}... {Y/L/N}!”

That was my cue.

He stepped aside, his hands reaching out and over to exhibit my presence once I made my way through the doors behind him and stopped in my tracks, my heels still seeming to echo through the large room. Holding my head up high -chin slightly in the air like the small, but statuesque figure I was- was expected from me. And as I held my position, I immediately noticed eleven pairs of eyes sitting around an iridescent boardroom table that were set on nothing other than me as they quickly and quietly gasped and gawked.

“Her figure, the quality,” one drew out.

“I didn’t expect her to be so… so lifelike, in person,” said another.

“Oh yeah, she’s a real beauty,” said Jett, stepping around me then, his hand tightening around the metallic surface of my waist before raking through my hair as though I were a child’s doll. “X hasn’t seen a model like this… Ever. She’s the most famous pop star on our planet— They can’t get enough, eat her up like candy. That’s why she doesn’t come cheap, boys.”

He patted my side then, making me feel like a used car being sold by a greaseball salesman.

That caught my attention, though. My head turned just a hair, but I caught myself before anyone could realize my reaction. I ground my teeth, trying to compose myself through the abrupt shock I was facing. Quickly fixating my line of sight on a neon lamp in the shape of a star that burned in the corner, I desperately attempted to hold my composure. My ears seemed to have failed me however, my thoughts taking front and center as the men briefly discussed things amongst themselves.

Are they going to sell me? To who? Why?

“Oh, we know all about her on Earth. That’s why we want her. We can imagine she’s a planetary treasure here on X, but she’s interplanetary. Labels, execs, people, would just kill to get their hands on her,” one man said, looking at me with a fever in his eye. I guessed he might’ve been the catalyst for my… purchase. The word tasted bitter on my tongue even as a mere thought.

“They’d listen to anything she tells them to do.”

Jett smirked, lifting a shoulder and asserting dominance in his own way.

“She goes to the highest bidder,” he responded blatantly. “And none of this ‘cash’ bullshit. She’s obviously makin’ us a lotta crypto. No one else can afford her. That’s why she’s still with us here at Astra.”

I allowed myself to slowly absorb the situation, then. Astra was trying to deal me away to Earth, the very place I’d almost died trying to escape, all for monetary gain. It wasn’t unheard of, stars being sent to Earth and even back again, but I was X’s golden girl. Or maybe chrome…

They needed me. More than they thought, I now realized. They couldn’t replace me.

Or maybe I was the one mistaken, maybe they could.

As my eyes scanned the area, I also noticed the nature of the collective individuals that sat before me. All in black and gray pressed suits, all male. They’d come here solely to make a deal, an offer Astra couldn’t refuse, and they weren’t leaving without a signed contract, empty pockets, and my life. Fight or flight kicked in, hitting me like a brick, but I couldn’t react. Everything was in slow motion, and it was killing me from the inside out, not being able to protest. It wasn’t in my nature, but I had to play ball now, and well.

One of the suited men stood up from a chair that floated behind the iridescent glazed table, which I now noticed held the reflection of the cityscape that could be seen through the windowed exterior wall as well. He walked over to me with a drilling stare, his stride confident and assertive.

“And this is 100% cybernetic?” He asked Jett, as though I weren’t even in the room.

“Yes,” he spat incredulously.

“What model is she? From who?”

The man stood before me, eyeing me from top to bottom. I wanted to scream.

“That’s the thing,” Jett began again, moving to lean against the table. “We don’t know. She was left at our doors with a letter to the CEO, like some orphaned child. Said she had no recollection of anything other than her programming. We’re lucky her programming was to be a singer,” he finished with a snide grin.

The man snorted then. The tale was unbelievable, sure, but they had no choice but to believe it. There was simply no other excuse for me. A.I. was common, but I was as human as they were going to get, at least for the foreseeable future. That alone made me quite the commodity, something to be revered by other corporations, enterprises and record labels who needed a workhorse without the demands of humans. People saw themselves in me, they felt they could relate, or become just like me someday. This kept them eating out of the palm of whoever’s hand I spoke for and persuaded them to.

Still, the way my mind worked was not the same way as other A.I. beings. I had real demands in order to work, not lifting a finger otherwise, and I made sure they learned this once it was too late— once they couldn’t let me go anymore.

Unless you had enough crypto, apparently.

The older man examined what he could of my body with no regard for my own thoughts on the matter, looking everywhere for any indication of a branding or a code. His brow furrowed when he found none.

“Who are you?” he asked me then, seeming quite perplexed.

“{Y/N},” I smiled. “Drax City’s very own.”

“Where are you from?”

“Planet X, sir. Made and programmed. It’d be an honor to work with you and your people,” I lied. “This city gets kind of boring when you’ve done it all,” I finished exasperatedly.

“Very realistic,” he commented to Jett, his eyes still studying my face. “A.I. just keeps getting better and better. This is incredible. She’s so… human.”

“Did you think we were fuckin’ lying to you? I’m sure you’ve seen her all over TV, she might as well be a person. She thinks, she feels. Hell, I think I’ve seen her cry before,” he said, taking an apple that sat untouched and forever ripe from a bowl on the table. “And she doesn’t even rust.”

They conversed between each other then, deciding my fate with nothing more than cryptocurrency hanging between us. I wasn’t listening anymore, maybe it was a coping mechanism. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around the notion that they would just sell me away to Earth. Maybe I just didn’t want to think they would. They used me for everything they did, advertisements, sold out shows, records— even virtual reality experiences. They made crypto over crypto, dollars upon dollars, thanks to cutting government deals as long as I told everyone to listen. I showed up to every event, knew everyone who was anyone, and then a few more people. If they needed something, I’d do it. If I needed something, they’d do it. That’s just how this worked.

Until now.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a man standing near the corner closest to the window that I hadn’t noticed before, finally spoke up.

The lights from the city beyond cast a glow over his features, mixing with the neon that lit up the room itself. I knew exactly who he was the moment my attention turned to him, not only by his face, but by his deep voice as well.

Attractive, tall, dark haired and with a presence that could command a room despite the quirkiness that he was often known for, it took everything in me to keep from going slackjawed and wide-eyed. His eccentricities were a staple of his personality, and enigmatic wasn't a word enough to describe him and the aura that surrounded him. Anyone would’ve recognized the man, no matter where they hailed from, and yet, his presence certainly caught me off guard. He was even better than the photos.

He was Elon Musk.

Elon was one of Earth’s most influential people, if not the most influential person. But on X, there was a mixed opinion of him that wasn’t exactly warranted. Though he had helped humans become an interplanetary species, among so many other things, as artificial intelligence became more prevalent, it began to turn on its creators. This caused quite a rift between the cyber world and the human world, lending more firepower behind the crime that had already begun to lace the streets due to the advancement that kept average people struggling to make ends meet and survive in the new world.

Elon was blamed for the downfall despite the warnings he’d cautioned the public with for years. It wasn’t until Neuralink was released to the public for use that humanity began to appreciate him again on a grander scale. He seemed to single handedly salvage humanity, curing medical issues that otherwise had no solution, allowing humans to live for much longer with far better quality of life. Of course, until Earth fell apart again.

Planet X, though, was built on technology; on futuristic ways of existing that he himself had paved the way for, thus causing its inhabitants to maintain far less respect for him. To Xians, futurism was par for the course. Elon wasn’t special there anymore. They ate advanced technology and cybernetics for breakfast, and spat it out into something better for lunch.

But to me, he was still a hero. Though we’d never so much as come close to each other, he had never let me down before. From electric vehicles to space travel, to underground tunnels and mock flamethrowers, his creative and profound mind was something I’d always admired from the moment I learned of his existence.

He had his share of blunders like much everyone else, but overall, I knew he was a decent man. No one had ever made it their life’s mission to help humanity on such a large scale with the capability he had, especially in some of the worst times of what we knew to be Earth’s existence. He valued helping humanity, and he was always honest about doing so. Elon Musk’s intelligence was beyond comprehension, in a way that made anyone want to sit down and pick his brain. And, well, he had a sense of humor on top of it all that made him feel more real than the idea of him even seemed.  

I wasn’t sure what to think of him on a personal level, most people had good things to say, others horror stories. I never thought about it too much or imagined him to be any kind of way, not wanting to tarnish any of the admiration I already had for him. I never expected to meet the man himself despite my position in the galaxy. I was a star, but he was far beyond me. Deep down though, I just hoped he was kind, nice; even if they say to never meet your heroes, because they’re usually quite the opposite.

It took every ounce of control to remain the composed little package they all expected me to be in the moment.

“I’d like to see her on my own,” he stated, every head in the room turning to face him as he did so.

[docholligay]

My vivoki bit it and I swear to god I am tired of all the horseshit surrounding ~~fitness trackers~~. YOu know what I want??? A STEP COUNTER. A SMALL STEP COUNTER THAT WILL CLIP TO MY BRA STRAP, THAT’S NOT EASILY SEEN. I WANT IT TO KEEP TRACK OF MY STEPS. I DO NOT NEED FUCKING EMAILS ON MY GODDAMN PEDOMETER. I WOULD BE THRILLED IF IT UPLOADED A COUNT TO MY PHONE. I can even convert steps to calories myself! 

It’s impossibly hard to find something discreet. When I started tracking steps YEARS ago because I was underweight* and my doctor suggested I was probably moving a lot more than I thought**, fitbit and all that horseshit was in its infancy, and so it was pretty easy to find a step counter that you couldn’t easily see and just...tracked steps. 

BUT OH THEN THE FUCKING FITNESS WATCHES. SPOILER ALERT: YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING GOOB WITH YOUR FITNESS WATCH. THEY DO NOT LOOK COOL. Honestly, if I see someone checking emails on their watch my eyes roll into space like jesus fucking shit do you really need instant knowledge of your orwellian hell device who are you Elon Musk get a grip BUT I DIGRESS. THat’s a smart watch thing in general but basically all fitness trackers now are trying to be smartwatches. I do not! Want one! Honestly if I could just get a small bird to follow me and notch every hundred steps on a rock I’d be delighted. 

So enter the vivoki, by garmin. I was OBSESSED with this thing, I’ve used it the last four years. 

Clipped easily and discreetly, only tracked steps, the little lights meant you were at 20%-40%-60%-80%-100% of whatever goal it is you set, uploaded to your phone when tapped. Perfect. Iconic. 

But they keep crapping out on me because garmin basically isn’t supporting them anymore, because they are small and cheap-ish. THIS PRODUCT SHOULD BE AVAILABLE EASILY. IT IS CHEAP AND LOW TECH. I SHOULD BE ABLE TO BUY SOMETHING WITH THESE CAPABILITIES FOR FORTY FUCKING DOLLARS. I will never buy another fucking garmin product again, because I am fucking INCENSED about how they’ve handled this whole vivoki thing. 

NOT THAT THIS IS A PROBLEM FOR ME AS ALL THEIR OTHER PRODUCT ARE ~WRIST WEARABLES~ NO ONE LOOKS GOOD IN THOSE UGLY SILICONE BANDS and the ~LUXURY STYLES~ DO NOT LOOK LIKE A NICE WATCH THEY LOOK LIKE A FUCKING UGLY ASS SMART WATCH WITH A SHITTY FAKE FACE. Also tracking your steps on your wrist is SO inaccurate. We did a test with Jetty’s and it was off by THOUSANDS just from gesturing and typing all day. 

And I know why they want to fucking do this, because they want people to be seen wearing them, which not only normalizes it but makes it into a “statement” piece and a sign of wealth and affluence, pressure to be “techy” while keeping your nerd cred of pretending you don’t care about brand names lol go jerk yourself off you just worship a different capitalist god. 

So now, here I FUCKING am, having to buy a goddamn Fitbit Inspire because it’s the only tiny clip on I can find and I am DONE with garmin’s horseshit, AND IT GETS FUCKING EMAIL NOTIFICATIONS. I DO NOT WANT THIS! I HAVE TO SPEND MORE MONEY BECAUSE YOU ARE FUCKING DETERMINED TO SHOVE THIS DOWN MY MOTHERFUCKING THROAT. WHO CHECKS THEIR EMAILS ON A FITNESS CLIP ARE YOU ALL JUST SNORTING COKE OFF THE GLASS EXECUTIVE TABLE OR WHAT. 

I AM SO FUCKING ANNOYED RIGHT NOW. 

BUT I BOUGHT IT. 

*I also had recently decided I need to take a break from drinking, because I desperately needed to take a break from drinking. A dear friend had died and I had basically decided that starving myself and binge drinking was a great coping mechanism. I, obviously, straightened the fuck up and got right with god, because here I stand, but gaining it back was difficult because drinking is kinda the only high calorie thing I REALLY enjoy, which is true to this day. So gaining myself into “healthy” was a whole thing. 

**He was correct. An average day for me is 12,000-16,000 steps, to say nothing of my constant bouncing and wiggling. 

[cheeseburgerfamily]

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[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

I used to think that the best predictor for a person having decent-ass socio-political ideals was education, but now I realize that it was a mistake, because you’ll find highly educated, extremely traveled white men convinced that there are too many people on the planet and that the resources are not enough for everyone so we either move to another planet or we have to decrease the population and you’re like nooo... I used to admire you, now you turn out to be just some cheap Thanos with a self-proclaimed Elon Musk worship

[2duh]

So what u fink is gon b like? void? heaven n hell? neva endin orgy? rebirf?

If you came to be a cringe ass atheist edgelord that jumps down anyone’s throat and tries to mock and force their own beliefs the very moment someone else doesn’t believe life is a useless blackhole so we should suck science off and worship Elon Musk; Reddit is free to try.