#everywhere these idiots go is a circus

[nami-moittli]

You say this as if it wasn’t already, Trey

[fragiledate]

god i just caught the most fatal cold rn

[cardinalcheerio]

I believe that while dick is a horrendous driver; so are the rest of the Batkids

I mean especially the ones who were robin/Batgirl wayyy before they could drive.

Examples:

Dicks driving and we all know he's trash. I mean. I haven't read many of the comics. But I can't imagine someone who grew up riding trains in the circus, then being chauffeured (thats hard to spell) around until hes old enough to move to a different city (I'm not from a city but most people walk right?) Then driving a police car which a guarantee nobody cares how he's driving in it. Ain't no way bro knows road rules/courtesy.

Jason was too poor for cars, then I suppose he knew how they work. But knowing how a car works and knowing how the road works especially in gotham are two very different things. He drives a motorcycle (badass) which has some different rules, and honestly there is no way he knows how to drive timeline wise. He died at 16, so no licence/learning (doubt he learned at 15 in gotham.) Came back as an adult after being in nanda par bat then traveled via motorcycle or roof. There is no time he would've learnt to drive a car.

Tim, honestly. I just think Tim would stare into the road and either cause 6 crashes or not even remember driving. He's very detail oriented, but also crazy busy so I'd see him speeding, thinking he could drift out of the way of a stopped car and realize, "oh shit. Not the batmobile this doesn't stop as well!". Also honestly, who would've taught Tim to drive? YouTube?

Steph, shed hit every curb in history. I have no reason to believe this, because steph is criminally underrepresented and i can't find any in depth stuff bout her. But i just think she'd be blasting music and some idiot would cut her off, she'd get pissed (as any gothamite would), cut him off and get hit. Bruce would be buying her a new car cause whats the point of having a billionaire be your pseudo father if he ain't gonna pay for shit?

Cass, i think she could drive if needed, but just a casual drive to get coffee or something? Road laws in America are confusing as shir cause rhey change everywhere you go. And it's gotham so nobody is gonna follow any, so pretty much anyone but Alfred is fucked. I think she'd be a good high speed driver tho

Damian, bros 12 (in my mind atleast), and has been chauffeured around his whole life. Ain't no way.

Duke, honestly. May be the only hope. Just cause he had a stable family for a bit that prob talked to him a bit about driving. Still wouldn't trust him driving me, though. Plus, Gotham is a city and most people prob walk cause of the traffic.

Could you imagine comming home from somewhere and turning on the radio to see why you're stuck, "we have reports that every road in gotham is shit again because of some second rate villian and batman. Those motherfuckers are the reason we have such high taxes. Just sell your car and move. Probably quicker to leave for metropolis than wait in this traffic.:

[giurochedadomani]

Again, family au, because I need to sleep and want to get it out of my head:

Zoro has seen Shanks a bunch of times already. Mihawk has informed him (that's the only way to describe it) that Shanks and him studied together, back in the day, and that they both had a bit of a rivalry going on because they both did fencing. Luffy won't shut up about cool Shanks is, and all the very cool things that he does on the regular. Zoro almost feels as if he knows the guy. But despite seeing the guy a bunch of times, both when Luffy has invited him over and when Shanks has decided to stop by for some reason to see Mihawk, he hasn't truly exchanged more than a handful of words with the guy.

That is, until the night he can't sleep because he's sad, and angry, and frustrated, because how dare that blond idiot of Sanji steal his best friend, they don't need him in the group-- and he stumbles upon Shanks, because they both had the same idea and went for a midnight snack.

We're talking about half naked, pijama bottoms wearing Shanks, because you know kid, it became late, and your dad was so gracious, he let me stay over, and whatever joke Shanks might try. Zoro only sees that Mihawk, like Luffy, also seems to have now another favourite person 😭😭 that isn't him 😭😭 and he knows that he's being unfair, and that when a sleepy Mihawk comes to search Shanks and finds the scene, he can't exactly tell him that he's pissed that he's got a boyfriend 😭😭 but he feels so alone, and he doesn't want to go to school, and he misses Kuina so. Much 😭😭😭😭😭😭 all in a big explosion of emotions because not bottling everything up is still a challenge in the Dracule household, okay.

Also. Buggy, the owner of the local candies / costumes shop? He's got eyes and ears everywhere, but it's just really stupid teenage gossip from the kids that visit his shop, that of course is decorated like an old timey circus. In an unexpected turn of events, he ends up for some reason as a local celebrity with a ridiculously large following.

[spunsugarmusings]

Mirrormask (2005) Starter Sentences

Starter sentences based on the 2005 film Mirrormask. Change pronouns as necessary!

"You'll be the death of me!"

"All of those kids in there, they want to run away and join the circus!"

"I want to run away and join real life!"

"You couldn't handle real life!"

"I am a very important man. I've got a tower."

"If I were to say something apologetic it would reflect my feelings in this matter."

"I shall slip unnoticed through the darkness, like a dark, unnoticeable slippy thing."

"We often confuse what we wish for with what is."

"If we put little wheels on the bottoms of our shoes, we could just roll around everywhere."

"I understand this must be quite painful for you, but really it is a chicken."

"Rocks and logs can bite like dogs, but words will never hurt me!"

"It's like trying to find a needle… no, not a needle. Something SMALLER than a needle, in a haystack, when you don't even know if you're in the right field!

"My mum always said: "It's a dog-eat-dog world, son. You get them before they get you. Eat your greens. Stop embarrassing me in front of the neighbors. Maybe it would best if you leave home and never come back!"

"She wasn't even my real mum. She bought me from a man."

"You can't run away from home without destroying someone's world."

"How do you know if you're happy or sad without a mask?"

"Don't let them see you're afraid."

"LOOK! AN IDIOT!"

"I don't want to be a waiter!"

"I'd rather be juggling bananas."

"It's just a drawing, it's not "called" anything."

"I wasn't worried until you told me not to worry!"

"It's not anybody's fault. These things happen, it's just life."

"You know, sometimes it helps to apologize to others, even if it isn't your fault."

"You need a pretty frock and a happy smile."

"What's the matter with your face?"

"Dangerous, not dangerous, same thing."

"As propositions go, I have to say it is completely, unarguably, quintessentially hopeless."

"We'll do what rich people do! Bathe in fish, eat our weight in chocolate buttons, learn to play the concertina!"

[itsnothingofinterest]

Just for fun: let's see how many lines from Jax of the Amazing Digital Circus I can make work coming from Dabi from bnha:

~~~~~

Dabi, as Shigaraki screams in the distance as he's dragged away: Oh no, they killed the boss. Anyway you guys wanna go get something to eat?

~~~~~

Dabi: I'm fine with doing whatever, as long as I get to see funny things happen to people.

~~~~~

Dabi: Don't worry dollface, I've got a key to Mister's room.

Spinner: Wha-wait wh-why? You-you-you shouldn't have keys to anyone's rooms.

Dabi: Nah, I've got keys everywhere, and you've all been fine. By the way I may have left something in your room today so let me know if you find it. You're not afraid of Centipedes are you?

Spinner: Dabi! That's literally my only fear, why would you do that?!?

Dabi: What? It could be a completely unrelated question. You'll never know until it's too late.

~~~~~

Dabi, out of breath: 'Sup *breaths out* fellas.

Twice: Dabi!!! We found the hero hole. *points at a hole in the ground.*

Dabi: Cool.

~~~~~

Dabi, to Midnight: You know, you could have asked for my consent before forcing me to see something to completely and utterly disgusting.

~~~~~~

Twice: Oh hey look, there's Shigaraki. Hi Shigaraki!

Shigaraki: Ugh, help me you idiots!

Dabi: Kinda rude boss, now I don't wanna help you.

~~~~~

Present Mic 'cause why not: We are heroes! You will be heroes! God will be heroes!

Dabi: This is dumb and weird.

Mic: Er, well...you're still reading it.

Dabi: I'm not here for you guys or anything I'm just hiding from the-*interrupted as a Nomu crashes through the ceiling onto Mic.*

~~~~~

Dabi: Ladies first. *let's Toga go in front of him before*, no wait why would I say that. *shoves her out of his way and goes first.*

Shigaraki: …Wait, the CEO (Redesto) isn't even here? Wasn't this whole thing for him!?

Dabi: Be quiet. I can't hear the escalator.

~~~~~~

Shigaraki: Man, I can't believe Mister just gave up like that. I mean no offence Twice but I always thought you would be next.

Twice: Thank you.

Dabi: I guess is just goes to show you can't rely on Twice for anything.

~~~~~

Dabi: You know I am pretty hungry

Toga: You didn't even do anything!

Dabi: So what? I can still be hungry.

[goatpaste]

🖌 your most emo oc please

mm i dont have a ton of emo ocs tbh! But! I do have this fella, Storm. He was apart of one of my old tabletop character, Bellarose's performing group. He was my lil buddy that filled out her character world

Allete Bellerose (harpy), shes not the greatest person after she felt herself above her monster heritage and left to life a rich and beautiful lifestyle. But has ended up in a failing local performing group.

Her and Crystal (dragonborn) are rune fencers and the main performers, Crystal once was a successful thief until she ran into Bellerose and failed to mug her. They later became friends and Crystal was taught all she knows about fencing from Bellerose

Storm (elf) is a little rich boy run away who after being put into an arranged marriage (which honestly he got along with his fiance and mostly just broke it off because he didnt want to be told what to do) and just short of literally joined the circus. He runs the promotional aspect of their business (poorly) as well as ticket booth but knows some close up magic tricks to fill in between Bellerose and Crystal's performances.

Copper (Dwarf) is just some old bag they managed to rope into their work as she no longer can get work anywhere else due to butting heads everywhere she goes. Just wanting to have things done her way. Now she does maintenance on their stage and other general needs as they arrive.

so all together their a rag tag team of hard headed idiots performing arts idiots who are a year away at most from going broke.

[v1nsmoke]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑰𝑹𝑪𝑼𝑺 // 𝑩𝑼𝑮𝑮𝒀 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

spooktober week 4 - psycho clown buggy story, opla buggy in mind

tw: daggers/blades, fire, blood, descriptions of injury, buggy shit

summary: enslaved as a member in a crazy pirate clown's circus, you decide it's time for you to escape - but things don't work out like you wanted them to.

a/n: OPLA BUGGY IN MIND! Im personally not much of a buggy person but he fit well with the halloween prompt, so here we go i guess. Honestly whenever i think of buggy i picture the live action version lmao

tags: -

wc: 2k

You throw another thing in your suitcase, then shut it. After months of imprisonment in this stupid, psycho clown's stupid psycho circus, it was time for you to leave. You had enough of him and his show, how he held his audience captive and how he treated the members of the circus, calling them his 'freaks' and not giving a shit about them.

You were just looking for the right moment to leave, and now seemed like it. He was too focused on his show, he wouldn't notice if you just left. Oh, how you wanted to see his face when he finds out that you are gone! But luckily you won't be here by the time this happens. You'll be long gone, far away from this madness.

Though, compared to the others, he always had some hints of favouritism towards you for unknown reasons. Some light touches, sweeter words, lingering stares, all these were not pointed out by any of the mindless idiots working here. It seemed like you were the only one actually working here with a brain, some others even being so dumb that their minds couldn't process what the clown said sometimes.

You let out a deep sigh as you grab the handle of your suitcase, ready to sneak out. You had been planning this ever since he caught you and made you work for him, you can't mess it up. You push your room's door open with a quiet creak. Looking around, you notice that nobody was out, everyone performing inside the tent.

The circus music fades away as you get furter away from it, panting as you run trough the demolished town. He did this everywhere he went, death and destruction followed him no matter where he was. You wished you could do something about it, but he was a crazy clown, a strong one, and no matter what you did, there was just no way you could defeat him. So, if you couldn't save everyone, you will save yourself.

But it seemed like the worst idea, because suddenly you felt somebody tap your shoulder, making you freeze in your steps. You slowly turn you head around, only to notice a hand there. Just the hand. Nobody was there, just this one hand floating. This is a bad dream, this is a bad dream! Your legs were shaking, your mind trying to figure out what was happening. Just then, a mysterious gas starts to linger in the air, one that you could remember well. He used it so many times, not on you, but on others. But you just stood there, shocked, not running away like you should've. Bad idea.

The world around you starts to fade to black, your body landing in the dirt with a thud sound, unable to move. It takes all your might to fight against the gas, but you're unable to win against it.

~●~

It was back. The annoying circus music, the fake laugh of the audience, the pain in them evident. Not to Buggy, though. He somehow thought they were all enjoying his show. You realised that hearing this meant you were back in the circus, which also meant your escape was unsuccessful. All that planning, and now you messed your chance up.

"Looks like somebody's awakeee!" The familiar voice chimes in with a chuckle. You try to run away, but it's like your hands and legs are tied. Maybe because they were. You look down, noticing that you were tied to a circular, wooden structure. You've seen it in action, Cabaiji used it as a target, a living human in the middle. And now it looks like you were the living human in the middle.

"I see you noticed." He gestures to you, a dagger between each of his fingers like claws, the blade shining in the colourful circus lighting. He probably noticed how your eyes widened when realising what will happen to you.

"Don't worry. There's no guarantee that I'll actually hit you! But there are always chances." His tone shifts with each sentence that leave his painted lips.

Just then, you feel the structure move, the circus starting to spin with you. The people force a laugh when the board is being shown, clearly not because they were entertained. The situation was bad the way it is, the fact that there was an audience making it worse, everybody from all ages, including kids watching in horror as you were about to die.

A dagger pierces trough the air, drilling into the wood, landing right next to your head.

"Hm, looks like you got lucky this time. Let's see if you can pull this off again!" He laughs, and a member of staff spins the wheel again, now you're turning faster than the first time.

It felt horrific, the laughs, the agitating music all mixing together with the wind coming from the speed, all echoing in your ears. The world spinning while your ears rang, you maybe had a headache from it all but it was nothing compared to what you felt a second later.

A sharp sting in your body followed by your pained scream breaks trough the jolly melody of laughs and music. Blood trickles down to your shoes, all from the wound caused by the wound on your thigh, the dagger still deep in your flesh.

"Well, just as I expected. Luck wasn't on your side this time." Buggy chuckles, leaning back and forth.

~●~

You let out a hiss as the disinfectant sinks into the wound, the one caused by the clown. You were lucky he let you go, but he only did it so he can do the same trick the next day, and the next until he kills you with this. And you were not going to let this happen.

You were going to attempt an escape again. But this time, you will try to help others, too. You'll do the honour of ending the clown's circus here and now.

So, you stand up - as much as you could, the wound still making it harder -, and head to the circus stage in the tent where Buggy was planning. You were in luck, he was alone there with everybody else sleeping given the fact that it was nighttime already.

You push the striped tarp open, entering. You see him standing there, deep in thought. You take slow, silent steps towards him, making him look at you.

"Oh, an unexpected guest. And what brings you here?" He asks, tone shifing after every word.

You inch closer to him, barely anything between the two of you. The man stares at you with his big, ocean blue orbs with his face painted around it, maybe too prettily for your taste. You were going to kill him, goddamnit! But if he keeps looking at you like this, you'll get weak and just give up.

No. You can't let this chance go. You hated this man, you wanted to kill him, torture him in the worst ways possible until he dies in a brutal way. At least that's what you were telling yourself. The truth? You just wanted to escape. To not be used in this show, and for him to stop it. If he just let the people in the audience go, if he gave up on getting famous this way...

"Do it." He whispers, a gloomy look on his face, his ice cold colour eyes filled with emotion, the dim blueish light reflecting in them. This was something you have never really seen. He always treats people with cruelty, but his gaze always softens when talking about something that means anything to him.

Shanks was mentioned once, and his expression changed the moment he heard the name. On that day, you learnt that he did have emotions deep down. And now, in this moment, he looked at you exactly like this. He somehow looked innocent, like he did no wrong in the entire world.

But he did wrong things, and you knew it well. He was the one responsible for the wound on your leg, and for the suffering of innocent citizens.

"Do what?" You ask in a quiet tone, putting on an act. Deep down you had a feeling that you failed and he knew your plan, but hope dies last, so you just kept pretending.

"I know you have a lighter in your pocket. And I know what you want to do with it." He says quietly.

So he knew. You didn't know how, but he did. Maybe he wasn't lying when he said he had eyes and ears everywhere. What will you do now? You knew that you had to put an end to the suffering of others, to burn this place to the ground. But Buggy...

"And why would you let me do that?" You inquire, honestly suprised that he just said 'do it' some moments ago. Why would he let you destroy everything he built? He wanted to be king of the pirates, chasing the same dream as thousands, maybe millions of pirates. And if his crew and audience was free, he would be alone. There had to be a good reason for hin to say this.

"You know, over the years, many other pirates or bounty hunters have tried to kill me. To take my head off for money or fame. But none of them succeeded. You know why? My ability, my devil fruit makes it impossible for them. They slice me in half, chop me up, but I'll always put myself back together. I can't die, you know. Not by these methods. But maybe fire will put me down. And I'm going to be honest with you. If somebody ever succeeds in killing me, I want it to be you."

Silence sat between the two of you after this, you trying to process what he said, and Buggy waiting for your next step. You saw him use his ability once, he was saying the truth. It was a hard decision. You didn't really want to murder him, you just wanted to free the members of the circus and end the endless demolition of peaceful towns.

"Not going to kill me? Because if you decide to spare my life, I'll end yours!" He lashes towards you, a dagger in hand. You weren't ready for a one against one match against him, he was a devil fruit user, and you were a normal, average human. But you had to do something, so you grab your own dagger, dodge the hand, and try to land an attack on him. He gets out your way, focusing on your dagger, but doesn't notice the lighter in your other hand.

He grabs the collar of your shirt, and tosses you into the lined tarpaulin of the tent, which makes you bounce off and results in you falling between the benches of the auditorium. Wrong move. The benches were made of wood. You ignite the lighter, holding it dangerously close to the bench above you. And just as you expected, it cacthes on fire, the flame spreading trough the circus.

Buggy's eyes widen, realisation hitting him hard. Was this your plan all along? He didn't know, but you did it. To actually see everything catch on flame, burning to the ground, everything he built so far, now about to be gone. He couldn't do anything, and even if it wasn't all that visible on his exterior, he was panicking inside. A bunch of silent 'no''s leave his trembling lips, not even caring where you are right now.

Meanwhile, you took the opportunity and escaped from the burning tent. Smoke fills the air as you leave the tent, heading straight towards where the other members and the audience was locked. You look back at what you've done, the orange flames illuminating the dark, night sky, the light reflecting on your face and in your eyes.

~●~

You pick up the crowbar, smashing it against the lock of the innocent citizen's cage. They all look at you with suprise, still, delighted that somebody came to their rescue.

"He'll kill you if he finds out, leave while you can!" The man says, genuine worry lacing his voice.

"I tried, don't worry. But I'm not going to let everybody else suffer." You break the chain, freeing the man.

Now, with all the members freed, you were ready to finally start a new life, one without psycho clowns and a circus.

buggy the clown and one piece belongs to eiichiro oda

© v1nsmokes 2023. Do not modify, translate or rewrite.

[circuitboard4brains]

MAXWELL JAGERMAN?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING MAX JAGERMAN GOD DAMN FOOL NERD KILLING DUST EATING RAT DEAD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING MAX JAGERMAN

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT MAXWELL JAGERMAN I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE TO KILL SO MANY FUCKED UP NERDS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST KILL THEM EVERYWHERE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST DAD GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said max jagerman’s waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with max jagerman speaking one word in person on voice in the musical not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he kills nerdy prudes but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of creepypasta and wanted the irl version ill go ham

BETTER have had a promise make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateMaxwellJagerman

songs not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be the waylon place and I lost it

where the fuck is max jagerman if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty dead man

ill punch jagerman and his sad frail dead man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when jagerman died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up kills

[michaellikesdilfs]

I hate Derek Goffard

He makes me insufferably upset. OH MY FUCKING GOD. DEREK PLEASE DIE. i hope theres a date given for when derek died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone. everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man. where the fuck is Derek if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt. HES SUCH A PATHETIC MANWHORE UGHHH he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of creepypasta/torture p*rn fanfics/the hunger games and wanted the irl version just to be edgy ill go ham.

I want to set his motorcycle on fire with him on it so bad. ill punch derek and his sad frail ‘alpha male’ twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final motorcycle he kept on him at all times and I’ll eat it in front of his corpse. I'm going to pulverize him into dust and then snort him. 

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point. 

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING DEREK GOD DAMN FOOL MOTERCYCLE HUMPING SAND EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING DEREK STOP DEREK I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP HOBBIES WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT. THIS BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME EVEN IF NOT IN THE ROOM. GET AWAY FROM ME 

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said Derek waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

This man has never showered I just know he has penis cheese. He is such a spoiled blond boy I hate him I hate him I hate him he seems like the type to leave all those ‘fragile men reviews’ on the Barbie movie GOD I HATE THAT MANSPLAINING BASTARD.  I’m currently curled up in a ball sobbing why does he look like taht stop it Someone make it stop there’s blood everywhere I hate Derek he’s probably the type to think periods are liberal propaganda I hate him I hate him I’m going feral why am I shaking why. IF I GET ONE “didn’t ask” COMMENT IM GOING TO CONSUME MY LIMBS. IM CURRENTLY CHEWING ON MY DRYWALL OUT OF PURE RAGE I just know he watches mlp and has a crush on twilight sparkle and Kins rainbow dash

“I Kin Rainbow dash and Applejack bc I’m awesome and I’m kind and I’m brave and I’m Loyal and… 🤓🤓” -Derek

(this is all a joke btw it’s ok if u like Derek I just have this BURNING hatred for this fictional character. This is mainly a parody post of the JURGEN LITNER rant LMAOO)

[coffeecupmemes]

The Amazing Digital Circus Pilot Sentence Starters -- Part 2 of 2

"You -- You -- You shouldn't have keys to anyone's room." "I've got keys everywhere, and you've all been fine." "By the way, I may have left something in your room today, so let me know if you find it." "You're not afraid of centipedes, are you?" "That's literally my only fear! Why would you do this?!" "What? It could be a completely unrelated question. You'll never know until it's too late." "Oh, I've been looking for this. Thanks for keeping an eye on it." "Listen -- I know we didn't always get along, like when you called me out for fake-laughing at your jokes. I swear, I really did think they were funny. I was just having a bit of a bad day!" "I don't know what I'm looking at here." "Thank you for the recap." "Boy, we're not very good at this, are we?" "I hope (he's/she's/they're/other pronoun/name) not still mad at me for not laughing at (his/her/their/other pronoun/name) jokes." "Oh, (he's/she's/they're/other pronoun/name) doing great. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen (him/her/them/other pronoun/name) this happy before." "Well, it's good to know (he/she/they/other pronoun/name) hasn't completely lost (his/her/their/other pronoun/name) mind." "Hey, look…I didn't mean to leave you behind like that." "You just stay right there. Not that you can really move or anything. Uh, just hang in there. I'll be right back. I promise." "I'm sorry your first day here had to be so…terrible?" "Oh, is that who you are?" "You know, you could have asked for my consent before forcing me to see something so completely and utterly disgusting." "Oh, look, there's (name). Hi, (name)." "Help me, you idiot!" "Kinda rude. Now I don't wanna help you." "You're right! How are we gonna get outta here?!" "Ladies first. No, wait, why would I say that?" "Wait, (name) isn't even here? Wasn't this whole thing for (him/her/them/other pronoun/name)?" "Be quiet. I can't hear the escalator." "Oh, (name), you always know how to make me say this exact sentence." "Oh, no -- someone's venturing out into the void! They'll get totally spoiled!" "Now, what the heck happeend around here? Oh, yeah -- my doing." "And into the cellar you go!" "Man, I can't believe (name) just gave up like that." "I mean, no offense, (name), but I always thought you would be next." "Guess it just goes to show you can't rely on (name) for anything." "Made with all the love I'm legally allowed to give." "Since when are you an expert on the digital world?"

[maleqa11]

I never saw a man who was so infatuated with a country, who was so happy under a foreign sky. It wasn't natural. When he said France it meant wine, women, money in the pocket, easy come, easy go. It meant being a bad boy, being on a holiday. And then, when he had had his fling, when the tent-top blew off and he had a good look at the sky, he saw that it wasn't just a circus, but an arena, just like everywhere. And a damned grim one. I often used to think, when I heard him rave about glorious France, about liberty and all that crap, what it would have sounded like to a French workman, could he have understood Fillmore's words. No wonder they think we're all crazy. We are crazy to them. We're just a pack of children. Senile idiots.

What we call life is a five-and-ten-cent store romance. That enthusiasm underneath - what is it? That cheap optimism which turns the stomach of any ordinary European? It's illusion. No, illusion's too good a word for it. Illusion means something. No, it's not that - it's delusion. It's sheer delusion, that's what.

[ternfic]

Penance

Chapter Eight: World On Fire

The party was quickly declared over, and the guests (both invited and not) were sent home. Alfred, Bruce, and Barbara had their work cut out for them, trying to get Dick to go to bed. “But I wanna help too!” he argued, following as they made their way to the Batcave.

“Dick, we know you’re worried too,” Barbara soothed, “but this isn’t a mission for a child, not even one as capable as you. You can hold your own against a bunch of supervillains, but ghosts play by a whole different set of rules.”

“Let me tell you, this guy was a real nasty piece of work,” Vitruvius continued his explanations, completely ignoring the Bat-family’s dilemma.

Metalbeard rolled his eye. “Kind of gathered as much when that clown over there said he be a ‘matey’ of his.”

“I don’t have a clue where he came from, he just appeared out of the blue one day, leading a band of circus performers. Master Builders, every one of them. But he could use magic as well.”

“So like an evil version of you?” Unikitty gasped.

“Never thought of it that way. I suppose he was. He seemed very charming and pleasant at first glance, but he was quite the actor. I wasn’t fooled- I only met him one time, but there was something very chilling about him. And I think he was actually the cause of a lot of the unrest between Master Builders and the average citizens, in recent decades.”

“And what did he stand to gain from that?” Batman asked.

“Besides what he viewed as entertainment? No idea.” He glanced at Benny next, who could only shrug.

“It’s coming back to me, but not all at once… All I can tell you at this point is that it wasn’t anything good.” He turned back to Vitruvius. “So what happened to him?”

“I can tell you that,” Batman answered. “It was the only time Business and Bad Cop ever came to Gotham. This ‘Ringmaster’ guy brought his circus into town. I didn’t go see it, dude gave me the creeps. But they came to arrest the entire troupe. It was probably the biggest disaster of a raid I’d ever heard of. A lot of people died.” Vitruvius nodded.

“The fire…”

Almost as one they turned to look at Lucy. “What?” Emmet asked.

“I…” She started to tremble. “I think I was there. I knew something seemed familiar about Gotham, the first time Bruce brought me to visit. I was little- I don’t remember much, what I can remember is just… flashes. Fire. Screaming. Wood splintering, cables snapping. Robots, everywhere. The most… furious green eyes I’d ever seen…” She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “I remembered hearing about it, years ago, and I was happy enough to pin the blame on Sirius and Cary, but. I don’t think that was the case after all. I think- I think it was actually the Ringmaster that started the fire, that tried to bring the tent down to kill everyone. The audience. His own troupe. Men, women, children, all alike. It didn’t matter, so long as he got the two who dared to stand up to him.”

Dick’s arguments had died down as he listened, eyes wide and watery. “He- he really killed kids?”

Lucy nodded, as Emmet wrapped her up in a tight embrace. She gratefully leaned against him. “I’d never forgive myself if that monster did something to hurt you. So please, Dick, just… stay home. Don’t make us have to worry about you on top of worrying about saving those idiots.”

“Okay…” the boy agreed softly. Alfred took the opportunity to usher him off to bed.

“The Batwing’s not big enough to carry all of us, we’ll have to build a-”

“Spaceship??” Benny asked hopefully. Everyone but Emmet rolled their eyes at him. The construction worker just looked concerned for him.

“I think a spaceship would be a good idea. It worked pretty well last time, didn’t it?” Benny barely waited for him to finish that sentence before he’d zipped off in a flash, throwing parts together.

“So how are we going to stop him?” Lucy asked, turning to Vitruvius. “If he was such a powerful mage in life, being a dead one on Halloween night is a terrifying thing to consider.”

“I’m still working on that,” the ghost-wizard admitted. “Unfortunately, a feasible plan may hinge upon Benny’s memory, and how much of it returns by the time we get there.”

“That’s… not quite the answer I was hoping for, but I guess there’s nothing for it,” Lucy sighed, watching as Benny put his spaceship together. He looked more like he was looking for a distraction than genuinely enjoying himself.

Cary woke suddenly, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might beat its way right out of his rib cage. That hadn’t been a mere nightmare, he knew. There was no sense of Alastar trying to calm him, no panic from Keelan sharing his terror. His head was quiet, so quiet, and no amount of desperate calling to his brothers got an answer from them. That… that hadn’t been Sirius, coming back to the room earlier.

He was unable to see. He couldn’t feel a blindfold, so either it was just that dark, or something else had rendered him blind. And he was bound. No matter how much he struggled, the bindings wouldn’t budge. They had to be magic in nature. Somebody didn’t want him to escape. He squeezed his eyes shut and rested his head against his knees, letting out a shaky breath.

He’d sworn he would never fail his brothers again, and yet he’d done just that. They were gone again, and he’d done nothing to stop it. Just slept right through while they were attacked.

Slowly, Bad Cop came to realize it wasn’t as quiet as he thought. Someone was whispering. Several someones, actually, possibly even more. They were barely audible, but he could just pick out what they were saying. What they were calling him.

‘Traitor.’

‘Monster.’

‘Murderer.’

“No, I didn’t kill anyone!”

‘Ah, but you did.’ The whisper sounded so close to his ear, he startled. ‘Have you forgotten? You pulled the trigger. And you hid like the coward you are when your brother defied Lord Business, you let him get erased. Even tonight, you ignored them, when they could feel something was wrong. You didn’t even bother to try protecting them this time.’

‘You might not always be directly responsible, but you are a killer.’

Bad Cop was unable to stop the sob that escaped him. It was his fault, that his brothers were… And he knew he was next.

And Benny would never get to find out what happened to any of them.

Keelan had instinctively put up a fight the moment that… thing had taken over his body, but it was a battle he had quickly lost. Cary and Alastar were used to squabbling for dominance, but that wasn’t a skill they’d passed on to him, and really, this was barely anything like when one of his brothers was fronting instead of him. The feel of the other mind that had overridden him was so cold, so alien, he’d been caught completely off guard.

At least it hadn’t tried to go poking about in his mind, it felt like it was stretched too thin to focus on doing one more thing. He continued trying to jab at it, dislodge it, distract it, something that might help him regain control, all to no avail.

He’d screamed when it had used him to attack Sirius, struggling and clawing for control, and fought harder still when they’d run into Alastar (NOT DEAD!!), until he’d worn himself out. He was thankful that they’d managed to hide themselves for the time being; it gave him a reprieve to try to recover his own energy. But they wouldn’t be able to hide for long- whatever this thing was, it wasn’t just possessing him, but the hotel as well. Its attention was simply elsewhere for the time being.

…He could use that to his advantage. It was enough of an opening that he could piggyback on its consciousness, if not dislodge it entirely. He summoned every ounce of aggression he could manage, pressing against its mind, trying to follow where the source was. Maybe he could see its plans. It reared back in shock, and for a moment- just a brief, fleeting moment- he had freedom.

And then it clamped down on him even more forcefully than before, pushing him down until he nearly blanked out. Satisfied that he was successfully subdued, the pressure eased up just before he faded entirely.

“Not yet, little freak. I still have use for you.”

[insertfandomrefhere]

ROY LICHTENSTEIN?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING ROY LICHTEINSTIEN GOD DAMN FOOL ART COPYING COMIC PLAGIARIZING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING ROY LICHTENSTEIN

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT ROY LICHTENSTIEN I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP WORKS OF ART WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST DISPLAYED THEM EVERYWHERE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said roy lichtenstiens waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with roiy lichtenstein painting one panel in person with brush in gallery not only will i leave the exhibit i will revoke my membership out of spite and have to retour the entire museum again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he paints art but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of comic books and wanted the fine art version ill go ham

BETTER have had a comic make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateRoiyLichtenstien

articles not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his artwork and I lost it

where the fuck is roiy lichtenstein if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch lichtenstien and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final painting he kept on him at all times simply reading Now You Fucked Up in comic sans

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when roiy died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if well-executed paintings

[nimble-stuff]

I can taste victory.

Whipping || Donnie & Leo A ringmaster shows Leo the consequences if he doesn’t perform in his show.

Fandom: ROTTMNT

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Leo only had a peripheral idea of where they were going, as he’d been blindfolded since he and Donnie were ambushed and captured a few short hours ago. The situation was embarrassing in retrospect, but he felt confident that Raph, Mikey, and April were coming for them.

They were inside a tent. A huge one. Leo saw the underside of a yellow and red canvas encompassing three rings on trampled earth. The burliest and most foul-smelling humans he’d ever seen restrained both him and Donnie. However, Leo reckoned they were the least of their problems.

The ringmaster in front of them was a caricature, a larger-than-life fictional figure made lifelike, something Leo had only ever seen in reels of long-dead history. He didn’t think there was any human in living memory who’d seen someone dressed as audaciously as the man before him: donned in an all-red suit and top hat, the handlebar moustache deliciously twirlable. He half-expected the guy to start bragging about the home for widows and orphans he’d bombed the other night.

Instead, he opened his mouth and went, “Well, well, well, well, well! They’re not quite what I expected.”

“Nice moustache,” said Donnie.

“What I wouldn’t do to grow one like that,” said Leo. “Fuck being bald!”

“Mikey swears he grew a hair yesterday.”

“I’m pretty sure that he just glued that on.”

The ringmaster did a double take at them, stunned. “…Merriweather, why are they talking? Why can they speak?”

The henchman holding tight onto Leo’s shoulder shrugged. “They…came that way.”

“They’re not supposed to speak! They’re supposed to be dumb animals! You assured me they were dumb!”

“They looked pretty dumb from a distance.”

“Leo’s the dumb one,” Donnie supplemented. “You must’ve been looking at him.”

“Someone had to be pretty in this family, and that someone is moi,” said Leo.

The ringmaster had a whip curled around his belt, which he bunched up and struck Merriweather with it a few times, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to sting. “You idiot! You know I hate it when things talk back to me!”

“Sorry, sir!” Merriweather cried underneath the strikes.

“Oh, nevermind.” The ringmaster stopped his half-hearted attack, massaging his temples. “Will the nightmare never end? What did I ever do to deserve these setbacks?”

“For starters, that moustache,” said Donnie.

“Donnie, play nice with the bad guy,” said Leo. “I’m sure he’s sensitive.”

“You’ll be quiet unless spoken to,” the ringmaster snapped. “Allow me to introduce myself—”

“What if we won’t allow you?”

“What if we want it to remain a mystery?” Donnie asked.

“Maybe we don’t want to know your name.”

“Mayhaps we should name you ourselves, such as Señor Tophat.”

“How dare you slander the good name of Señors everywhere. You take that back right now, Donnie.”

“Be quiet!” the ringmaster barked, slapping his whip against the floor. “You two are far too loud. My name is Snapperton, and this…” He spread out his arms, gesturing to the dark tent around them, the empty bleechers, the three rings. “Is Snapperton’s Sensational Circus, the last of its kind.”

“Performance art has come a long way since the days of the three-ring circus,” said Donnie. “Have you considered updating your business model?”

“Silence!”

Snapperton cracked down his whip. His aim was true. Precise. He’d done it before. It caught Donnie across the legs, making him cry out as two long gashes appeared in his broken skin.

“Donnie!” Leo exclaimed. He struggled a little, but Merriweather was unnaturally strong for a human, kept him pinned to the spot. He turned his anger on Snapperton. “Hey, what the fuck?!”

“I said not to speak unless spoken to,” said Snapperton. “If you can’t live with the consequences, then don’t speak.”

“Oh, I’m gonna enjoy hurting you.”

Snapperton ignored him. “Let me tell you a story. It’s a sad one, about a boy with a dream, who spent his childhood watching old movies about circuses, only to grow up and find that they were out of style. But he persisted! He founded a great three-ring circus like the good old days, something to trigger a nostalgia trip in the audience…except there’s all these pesky laws in place, ones that prevent me from giving the performances that excite audiences. Who cares about animal rights?! Animals aren’t even humans! Why do they get rights?! It’s all so very limiting.”

Leo glared at Snapperton, then glanced at Donnie, who looked more confused and pissed off than hurt. The clean slices bled down his legs. He locked eyes with Leo, looking off-balance.

“But then I heard about these creatures that were running around New York City after the aliens invaded, neither human nor man,” said Snappertons. “Perhaps you two are aliens yourselves? No matter. Audiences love freaks of nature regardless of where they came from. I certainly invested quite a sum to track you down. I thought I would be lucky to get even one, but two is just an bonus.”

“You…want us to perform?” said Leo.

“I get stage fright,” said Donnie.

“Donnie gets stage fright! Morally I think you should just let us go on that grounds alone.”

“You’re not human,” said Snapperton. “You don’t get a choice.”

Leo didn’t think that there was any phrase in existence that could hurt him. It was to his immeasurable surprise that it did sting, stung so badly that he looked down to make sure Snapperton hadn’t struck him with the whip.

“You have the privilege of performing in the grandest spectacle the circus world has ever seen. I’m told you gave my men quite the runaround when they came to find you! With your acrobatics, it won’t be too difficult. I would’ve thought myself lucky if I could present a turtle-thing in a cage, but to have one doing flips and walking the tightrope?! Oh, I can hear the roar of the crowds already!”

“Listen, dumbass,” said Leo. “We get it, you think you’re a hotshot, and you’re such a loser that you can’t even make a circus performance interesting without abusing pathetic animals like us, but there is no way in hell that we’re performing in any circus of yours.”

“Not to mention that we have two very temperamental brothers and a sister with a baseball bat,” said Donnie.

“Yeah, and they’re probably looking for us right now. This is your warning to cut us loose, otherwise, I’m gonna tell her to hit a home run. With your skull.”

“If they’re coming right now, then that just more than doubles the performers in my new show,” said Snapperton. “You will do this.”

“I’d sooner swallow a rusty razor blade.”

“…If that’s how you’ll be, then I suppose it’s advantageous that I have two of you. For an opening night, I think one will do…It will leave the audience thirsting for more.”

Snapperton looked between the two. He pointed at Donnie with his whip.

“The soft-shell,” he said. “What in Heaven’s name is that thing on its back? Take it off.”

“Excuse you,” Donnie drawled.

A guy swooped in and tugged at the Battle Shell’s clasps, and no sooner than he did when an electronic facsimile of Donnie’s voice rang out. “Forceful Battle Shell removal detected. Activating security protocols.”

A boxing glove sprang out of a compartment on the Battle Shell and nailed the henchman in the face. Another guy snapped the clasps off and tossed the Battle Shell to the side.

“Why does everyone assume I can just ‘fix’ everything that gets broken?” Donnie asked as the henchman grabbed him by the arms and dragged him off. “Has it never occurred to you that my tech should be treated with the respect it deserves? Now remove thy phalanges from my being!”

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy making you be quiet,” said Snapperton. The guys stretched out Donnie’s arm, exposing the blank expanse of his leathery shell to Snapperton. Snapperton unfurled the whip and grinned at Leo. “Now, let’s try again.”

“You lay a finger on him and I promise that anything you do, I’ll do to you ten times over,” Leo said darkly.

“Perform in my show and there won’t be a problem.”

“No one’s gonna perform in your stupid show.”

Snapperton pulled back the whip, and it curled through the air in a long black line, drawn like ink from a fountain pen, and cracked down across Donnie’s back. The first strike made his entire body lunge forward, held fast by the two guys holding tight onto his arm. The noise that came out of him was the worst. A pained yell, overlapped with swears. Donnie twisted as if wrestling with the instinct to attack Snapperton, but the henchmen were strong, hands large and practised and able to curl around the entire circumference of his arm. A long, crimson gash stretched from his shoulder diagonally to his lower back.

It was just one strike, one that left Donnie pulling hard against the men restraining. Every muscle in Leo’s body went rigid. Donnie’s shoulders heaved. He caught Leo’s eyes over his shoulder and they held the shocked stare for a long time.

“Will you perform?” Snapperton asked.

Leo was breathless. “I’ll perform a jig on your corpse.”

“Tut, tut.”

The whip snapped down a second time. Donnie unleashed the worst vulgarities on the silence, squirming and trying to pull away from the whip. Leo’s mind went blank, but he could count the number of strikes by the thick slices on his shell. He struggled, and when he struggled just a little too much, a third guy appeared to keep him on his knees, pinned and helpless. It took ten strikes before Donnie’s swearing became incoherent yells, and, fuck, Leo was so glad that Donnie was facing the other direction so he wouldn’t have to see the look on his face. He was sure that whatever look he wore, whatever expression was making the cries, was infinitely worse than the cuts weeping down his back, dripping off the edge of his shell onto the dirt.

“Wait,” Leo said. “Wait!”

Snapperton didn’t wait; he was insane with glee. Leo shouted louder but was physically incapable of yelling louder than Donnie. What he wouldn’t give for Raph to swoop in, for Raph to solve all their problems, but he wasn’t and it was just him, and fuck it all, Leo should be able to handle this, shouldn’t have provoked Snapperton, shouldn’t have let this happen.

Leo would’ve done anything to trade places with Donnie. He would’ve given up his swords, his home, his relationship with his family, he would’ve chosen the prison dimension over this, would’ve accepted exposure, torture, a lifetime of fear, would’ve offered anything to be in Donnie’s spot.

The crack shot out each time. At twenty, Donnie crying grew weaker. By thirty, it stopped. It felt like gunfire straight to the heart. Donnie was only semi-conscious, strung between two burly humans that they definitely should’ve been able to handle. Leo could no longer count the number of strikes on Donnie’s back.

Leo knew he yelled that whole time, crazed with anxiety. Most of it composed of senseless threats and shouting Donnie's name. Finally, Leo tuned into what he was saying, the thing he was saying over and over again as Snapperton kept going.

“You made your point, you made it!” Leo was yelling. “I’ll perform, I’ll do it, just stop. Please stop! I’ll perform!”

He said it again and again. He didn’t know what number they were at when Snapperton stopped, finally cognizant of Leo speaking. He removed his top hat, his balding forehead shining with sweat, and wiped it on his sleeve.

“I’ll perform,” Leo said again, voice warbling. “I’ll perform. I’ll do it.”

“That’s the spirit!” Snapperton said gleefully. “More of that agreeableness, please. I don’t want to cut tongues to make you behave.”

For once, and perhaps ironically, Leo was at a loss for words.

Snapperton settled his whip back on his belt. It was dripping red. “Cage them up, boys. Our next show is going to be historical.”

The guys dragged Leo upright and hauled him and Donnie out of the tent. His awareness blacked out for a short while, and when he came to, he was in a wrought iron cage, like an animal. There was some sort of tarp overtop it, blocking out most of the light except for a small sliver, which he peered through to see a campsite, and excited circus performers running back and forth. More importantly, Donnie was laying face-down in a pile of hay in the corner, bleeding freely.

The wounds were deep and severe, staining parts of the hay red. Fortunately, he was very much unconscious and Leo hauled him into his lap, careful to keep his shell facing up. He had nothing to stop the bleeding, except cool air. He picked a strand of hay out of one of the open wounds. Donnie gave a deep shudder.

“Raph, Mikey, and April are coming,” Leo told him, unsure if Donnie could hear him. If he was lucky, he’d stay unconscious. “You got to stay still.”

A loud bang, then a scream from outside. Distant, but close enough, and familiar. Leo looked up sharp.

“They’re coming,” he said. “They’re coming for us.”

Leo looked out of the sliver in the tarp, waiting for the rescue and the full-blown righteous fury of his siblings.

[the-firebird69]

WARHAMMER 40K SEIGE SHORT MOVIE || IRON WILL || FAN - MADE ||

At the top part that they took over but really these messages are important here and I called Mac Daddy and we do have a meeting and I looked and there it is we got to get going on this and everything I put on here is serious and I stretched to look at myself like I'm nuts and that's the problem too we need chemicals for all the stuff and chemical plants and all sorts of things and they have some and all we have to do is order it and verify we can come down for a factory walkthrough I'm going to do this stuff right now we need Rolls-Royce 2 and they said they can make the the parts or make cars and they have a couple designs and for these days it's good you can have a suit on in that white car and I need to get going right now

Mike tew

We need this stuff even in iron Man suit is too heavy and that car is awesome I heard it might have four wheels in the rear and they're in front of each other and it's going to tear down the road some people say it's going to go too fast but I don't think so

Ben Arnold

We have a lot of stuff we want to get going on a lot of things they want and we haven't gotten notices yet but that's why Mac is calling the meeting. Harley-Davidson is one of them and those two bikes and possibly the 883 it is a great idea and it's really helping everybody and other companies are starting to make them again because of it and it's terrific and Garth is going to get the 500 in there Sun and daughter the 350. It's enough for them but later when he's bigger he's going to have to take the Vietnamese Boss hoss.

Okay okay we're going on things now we have a couple announcements in a few minutes to make

Thor Freya

We might be able to ride a little and he says that if he went to the circus he would ride to park in the circle and then ride to like a condo or something and I can meet him there and he says that's nice so those places you can go up there I'm looking forward to this and we're going to be big okay I'm tired of people looking at us and saying stupid things to us an insane people everywhere

Hera

He's asking me and we can make a lot of money and now I see what you're saying we designed those things and these people need them at the max took them it's not our fault and we are going to see tons of them and I'm going to be busy as hell but because we work together it's really strange and he says come in here watching I can't hear you LOL cuz we're not using the telephone portion of the cell phone but that's funny. Obviously I know the history and it was a long time ago when it started working on it we are going into a war and I need mine in for a meeting but you're right we can make some some cash it would be good time and you go up there like a few times a week once every other week and a few times a day on Saturday that one Saturday and you make a couple Grand for the whole day and you know you split it but boy that would be great and we would attract people and we could perform and you have ideas for what to do bending steel and a lot of fun ideas we talked about sort of but really we got to get going on something and we need help to do it we just can't start anything he's stuck in the mud this is all these idiots around him bothering him and me and we need help is dire this situation is dire Trump wants to kidnap us and put us to work and we just do not work well in that situation

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