#go little whiteboy

[weed-cat]

i think my 14 year old brother is a furry. thank god honestly

[bmpmp3]

and unfortunately i am like the equivalent of one of those true crime girlies but like, with white collar crime and corporate scandals. except instead of getting paranoid about random people minding their own business being serial killers coming for me, i just keep telling every tall skinny whiteboy friend about how much financial crime they could get away with if they put on the right posture and confidence.

[kordbot]

officially started lanks' route today ! good lird lanks is now everything to me

[mommymommy7410]

Hi to all the loser whiteboys this will destroy

Making slaves infertile keeps them in line which is why I like to do it early on in the relationship. Once they know they can’t reproduce it makes them less likely to go out and try to have kids or have a proper relationship. Instead they will embrace their sub side and accept the fact that they will forever be my little bitch.

[whiteboi-inferiority]

We go now, live, to the sidelines of the first post Rep Laws college match up between LSU and Alabama.

Now in case you've been living under a rock the last little while, those aren't cheerleaders down there, those the newly re-segregated all-whiteboi and newly renamed Alabama Crimson Buttcheeks!

Forcibly unretired Coach Saban looking visibly shocked at the unfolding events. The cantankerous old hypocrite has already been given a technical foul for trying to get his boys girls team to wear pads and uniforms, in a clear violation of the new laws. In a surprising twist the social media manager for the team put out a statement immediately afterwards: 'Ohmigosh seriously Daddy Saban! Helmets are out, halternecks are in!'

With the Buttcheeks looking for all the world like they want to be dicked down by the physically imposing all-black LSU Tigers, Cheatin' Saban, in a world he no longer understands, looks fatally ill equipped to answer the questions being asked of him here today. He's going to have his stale, pale, 103 year old hands full trying to hold on to his legacy and that ever decreasing win percentage, as LSU continue to utterly dominate...

[chainsawcorazon]

bart had to rework his life, his brain, his body just to fit the parameters of what whiteboy wallace and max considered ‘appropriate’ for a speedster, even tho he grew up in a fucking VIDEO GAME and was supposed to be conditioned into a terrorist weapon even tho his real fate was to die young and quick bc his very biology was against him surviving and that the speed force itself wanted him in its arms, but he FORCED himself to acclimate, even tho it was killing him inside, even tho the manchester junior high kids loved him, even tho max cared but was still unfit to parent, even tho whiteboy wallace couldn’t throw enough kind words his way, but HE KEPT GOING, and he made friends, grew to love carol, but that shit still hurt, so he was still Impulse first and Bart Allen the Civilian second, BUT THEN HE MET KON!

A FRIEND! SOMEONE HE COULD BE HIS TRUE SELF AROUND! WHERE HE DIDN’T NEED TO LIMIT HIMSELF JUST TO FIT IN! WHO HE COULD TEASE AND BOTHER AND TALK TO AND GIVE HEADPATS TO AND LISTEN TO!

Kon, who was his friend both in his original form, the superhero Impulse, and his civilian alter ego, Bart Allen of Manchester.

Kon, who was lonely and depressed and traumatized and terrible with women, but found friendship with a person who didn’t want to exploit him, or manipulate him, or use him for sex or for his powers, someone who only really just wanted to be his friend, and was! Bart Allen, Impulse, was his friend!

What if the love wasn’t supposed to be at first sight. What if it was supposed to be slow, and built upon pillars healing from individual grief and loss TOGETHER. what if it’s supposed to be based on a friendship that transcended even death and rebirth. what if even tho bart allen was always supposed to die, he COULDN’T stay dead, simply bc kon was still lost.

what if a man knew another man existed but didn’t think much about him until one day some kid makes grownups disappear, and now these men have to work TOGETHER. they exist, and their paths cross, but it’s not love at first sight, and there’s no shared legacy for them to fall into, but they keep crossing paths, when parallax destroys the universe, when there’s a world without grownups, and they HAVE to talk. they have to listen. they have acknowledge each other. and they do. little by little, over thirty years, through death and rebirth, separation and loss, reunion and going to a new home TOGETHER.

what if the love was a choice. what if they chose to care for each other even tho every aspect of the narrative sought to punt them both to hell. but couldn’t. bc bart allen CHOSE to find kon el in a broken multiverse. and when he did, kon el CHOSE to go home with him.

[artstantpansies]

i missed the fourth but that's okay have some luke doodles anyway

go whiteboy go!! he's like a little bug to me

[call-me-strega]

How to Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps: ch.4/5 of p.2

First, prev, next, lore, ao3,

I've already said it but thank you for all your wonderful comments and for engaging with my story. It really motivated me to finish up this chapter. I hope you all enjoy and Happy (early) Halloween! As a bonus I'm also releasing some memes for this chapter here.

This chapter a heat wave overtakes Gotham and causes some trouble, but at least Jason gets a title upgrade.

~~~

"Uggh! How is summer in Gotham so miserable that I'm still sweating buckets in the rec center? It has AC?!" John complained, setting down the box he was holding. He stopped, pulling a hair tie from his wrist and tying his hair up in a circle man-bun. "I swear I can feel my hair sweating!"   

"Hah! Sucks to suck whiteboy! Maybe if you chopped off that mop, you'd be less sweaty!" Irene taunted, hoisting a box onto her shoulder.   

"Well, we can't all just decide to shave it off the second we get bored of our braids, now can we Irene!" Johnny fought back, lifting his box with new vigor. "Some of us had to work for this kinda hair growth!"   

"Like I said, 'sucks to suck'! Get good whiteboy!"   

She stuck out her tongue as she trotted past him.   

Jason sighed as he dragged two of his own boxes out of the truck and followed behind.   

"Would you two quit yer yapping? Yer hot cause we've been moving in and out, carrying boxes in the middle of a recorded breaking heatwave during a Gotham summer. And, might I add, that I'd like to finish moving this shipment in on schedule, ya know before my skin melts off? So that I can actually enjoy the industrial-strength air conditioner we installed in this place? Plus, you know Fern won't be happy if they find out that all the equipment for the new kitchens and cooking classes didn't get set up 'cause you two were too busy trying to goad each other into a rumble."   

The pair stiffened.   

Fern was 152 pounds of rage, spite, and mischief, condensed into a 5'2" package, decorated with kitties, glitter, and spikes.   

Neither of them wanted to see Fern mad.   

They promptly stopped their bickering and rushed toward the kitchens, mumbling complaints under their breaths.   

 "Who even says rumble anymore," John muttered. "S.E. Hinton much."   

Jason rolled his eyes, gently bumping the door with his hip to keep it open. He walked over to the table where they had piled the rest of the boxes, setting them down with a soft grunt. He pulled up the bottom of his shirt, using it to wipe his brow as the three of them took a brief pause in the kitchens to catch their breath.   

That's when a ringtone went off.   

"Huh? Whose phone was that?" Irene questioned glancing between Jason and John. "Did one of you change your ringtones?"   

Jason knew exactly who it was.   

He flushed slightly as he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, hoping in vain that neither would notice his embarrassment. Irene sidled up to him with a smirk.   

 "Who's that? Your hot neighbor-dad crush?" she teased with a cheshire grin. "Did you set a special ringtone for him lover-boy!?"   

Jason defensively tried to hide his phone.   

 "Maybe? And what if I did!? Now back off and let me pick up!"   

He shoved the smug girl off him as he picked up the phone.   

 "Hey neighbor," Jason gave his customary greeting, fully expecting Danny to give it back. Instead, he was met with panicked breaths and an anxious little girl's voice.

 "Mr. Jason? That's you, right?"   

Jason's hackles instantly rose.   

 "Yes, it's me, Ellie, it's Mr. Jason. Is something wrong sweetie? Where's your dad? Why do you have his phone?"   

 "You like to help us right? Daddy said you told him we could come to you for help. You'll help, right?"   

 "Yes, Ellie I did say that. I promise I'll help, but you need to tell me where your dad is, okay? Can you take a deep breath for me sweetheart? What's going on munchkin?"   

John and Irene exchanged nervous glances, responding to the way Jason tensed up. They watched on apprehensively, the mood quickly growing somber. This wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, that one of them picked up a call and had to ask questions like these.   

 "Huuup-haaah,  - um well, Daddy took me to the park, the one with the purple swings, because I really wanted to play today, and Sasha said they were doing soccer today and I really wanted to go. And, and I made Daddy run around with me even though he was getting tired. And then Daddy said he was getting too hot, so he was gonna rest, b-but he fell before he got to the bench and he- he's not getting up."   

The young girl explained, fighting back tears.   

"Hey- hey, Ellie, Ellie! I want you to listen to me, okay? First things first, I'm proud of you for reaching out to me when you knew you needed help, okay. That's a very responsible and big girl move. Next, I need you to understand that this isn't your fault, okay? Sometimes the hot weather can make people sick just like cold weather can."

 "Mmm-hmm," she sniffled.

 "Great. Next, I need you to find an adult at the park you can trust. Is your friend Sasha's mom nearby?"   

 "Yes."   

 "Good. Here's what you're gonna do: When I'm done talking, you're gonna go up to Sasha's mom and tell her your dad needs help. Tell her that she needs to call the VPA, okay? The V-P-A. Try to cool your dad off, maybe get him some water. If he can't drink it's fine to pour it on him since it'll still help cool off. I'm going to come get you so I can help. Stay with your dad and Sasha's mom until I get there, alright?"   

 "Alright, Mr. Jason."   

 "Good girl, can you repeat back to me what I said?"   

 "I need to go to Sasha's mom and tell her Daddy needs help. I need to tell her to call the VeePeeAay. I should try to cool Daddy off and stay with Sasha's mom till you come to help us."   

 "That's right. Good job, Elle! You're such a big, strong girl! I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?"   

 "Okay, Mr. Jason. Please hurry."   

 "I will sweetie. Promise."   

Jason hung up the call.   

 "I'm sorry guys, but I gotta ditch. It's an emergency. Neighbor's daughter called saying he passed out after playing with her at the park. It's probably heat exhaustion. Hopefully, the Volunteer Paramedics Association will have sent someone by the time I get there."   

He promptly had a pair of car keys shoved into his chest. He made eye contact with John to see him giving him a serious look.   

 "Take my car, Jay. From the sounds of it, it'll probably serve you better than your bike. Don't worry about returning it. I know you'll have Hood get it back to me when you can."   

Jason gave him a look of appreciation. "Thanks, Johnny," he said, turning to leave. He looked back at Irene, who nodded at him in determination.   

 "Get outta here! We'll cover for ya. We can handle the rest of the delivery ourselves. Now go help your lover boy, lover-boy!"   

He nodded in thanks before rushing out the door. He hopped in turning the AC on full blast and taking off.   

~   

Jason tore through traffic as fast as he could, breaking several minor traffic laws along the way. He hastily parked and rushed through the park looking for the Nightingales.   

She said the park with purple swings. Ellie was playing soccer, so they'll be near the field.   

He scanned the area as he approached. Suddenly he felt like his blood froze as he locked onto a small crowd formed near a tree. He assessed the crowd: a few parents, a couple of kids, two people in paramedic uniforms, and them.   

Jason marched over, pushing through the crowd with one single-minded purpose echoing in his head: Help them.   

He could see that the paramedics had laid Danny down and elevated his feet on a balled-up picnic blanket. His face was sweaty and red, his eyes barely open as one of the paramedics helped a pleading Ellie coax him into taking a few sips from a bottle of water. Another used a small hand fan borrowed from a parent in the crowd to cool him.   

He pushed forward, reaching out a hand to call to Ellie, only to be stopped by a hand hastily pressing against his chest. A small portion of him grew enraged as he turned to see who stopped him.   

'Who dares stop us from getting to our people!'   

A tall, lean woman in a t-shirt and athletic pants. Judging by the age lines on her face she was likely in her late-30s, maybe early-40s. Her hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail and her face was just as severe, promising pain if she deemed it necessary. She spoke first.   

 "I don't know who you are, but you can't go over there. Don't get in the way."   

 "Tch! Let me through. I'm here for them." he growled out.   

The woman tensed.   

 "Look I don't know what you want from them, but that man is in no position to give you whatever you're after." Her face grew more dangerous. "And don't even think about getting near the girl."   

That's when Jason belatedly realized he had had his mission face on the entire time. This woman mistook him for some sort of collector or enforcer. She was trying to protect them. He felt himself warm up to her a bit, releasing some of the tension from his body. He had to explain to her why he was actually here.   

 "Look ma'am it's not like tha-"   

 "YOU'RE HERE!" a small voice interrupted.   

Ellie promptly attached herself to Jason's leg. Jason bent down wrapping his arms around her. He stroked her hair, trying to reassure her.   

 "I promised I would be, didn't I?"   

 "Ahem," the woman glanced between him and Ellie with a slightly reproachful glint in her eyes. She addressed Ellie first.   

 "Ellie dear, do you know this man?" 'And are you safe with him?' her eyes asked. Ellie nodded in response.   

 "This is Uncle Jason. He lives in the same building as us, near me and Dad. He came to help us b'cause I asked him too. He's the one who told me to ask you for help."   

Jason expertly masked any surprise he felt over the new title Ellie had given him, which implied a level of trust and familiarity he wasn't 100% convinced he'd earned just yet. He simply nodded in agreement, waiting for the woman to confirm his theories on her identity.   

 "I am Katrina Malone; my daughter Sasha is friends with Ellie. We all live in the same building apparently. You can call me Trina." She addressed him this time, holding out her hand. Jason shook it, nodding at her once.   

 "Jason. Ellie called me in a panic, and I got over here as fast as I could." He returned. She simply nodded in acknowledgment.   

That's when one of the paramedics approached them. Jason recognized them as one of the kids that apprenticed with Dr. Thompkins, Emilio something-or-other.   

 "Ah, Jason! I'd say it's nice to see you but, well..." He glanced back at Danny. "If I overheard correctly, you're here for the patient?"   

 "Yes, I am."   

 "Ah-well, it's a pretty bad case of heat exhaustion. My guess is that he hasn't been sleeping right or enough. We've cooled him about as much as we can, but it would be ideal if we could get him indoors, preferably somewhere with air conditioning. That is assuming you don't want to take him to the hospital."   

Jason nodded along. "I brought a car with me. I can take them home; we live next door to each other, and I definitely have AC. I can accommodate them just fine."   

"Great. We've already administered some first aid, but keep in mind for once you get back that he should be kept in a cool environment. Try to elevate his feet if you can and have him drink something with electrolytes. Handle him gently when helping him move. He didn't hurt anything much when he fainted, but his head and side may be a bit tender."   

Jason stood up and walked over to Danny, Ellie trailing behind him. His face was considerably less red, but he was still barely conscious. Danny cracked his eyes open and looked up at him with through his eyelashes. He managed to mutter out a weak "Hey" before trailing off, unable to remain fully cognizant.   

 "Easy does it, your highness," Jason whispered as he went to pick up Danny.   

He slid an arm under his knees, the other supporting his back and hefted him up off the ground, holding him close to his chest. He dismissed the paramedics and said a quick goodbye to Trina before turning to Ellie.   

 "Come on princess, let's get you dad home."   

He led her to the car, carefully buckling into the two most precious pieces of cargo Jason had ever transported. And then they were off.   

~   

Jason gently placed Danny down on his bed, taking great care to make sure he was comfortable. Ellie, in an attempt to be helpful, shoved a cushion under her dad's feet. Jason couldn't help but give her a slight smile at the cute gesture. He reached over and gently ruffled her hair, before moving around the room.   

First, he double checked that his AC was working, even setting it to a lower than he normally used. Then, he dragged out some folding chairs he kept in his closet for the sake of convenience. One for him and one for Ellie. He set them up next to the bed and gestured to Ellie to go ahead and sit. Finally, he went to his kitchen.   

'He needs something simple and easy to eat that will help rehydrate and cool him off ', he thought.   

Jason ended up going with some simple orange slices with a sprinkle of sea salt and the light blue Gatorade (he refused to call it "frost glacier freeze". It was light blue, goddammit!). He set them on a tray with some pretzels, hummus, and carrots that he cut up into little sticks for Ellie.   

He walked back into the bedroom, placing the tray on the side table.   

"Come on munchkin, you've had a lot of excitement huh? Come have a snack. I'll watch your dad."   

She looked up hesitantly, glancing between Jason and her dad.   

"He'll be alright sweetheart. He just needs some rest."   

Eventually, Jason managed to coax her into eating while he attempted to get Danny to drink some of the Gatorade. Danny managed to pull himself into consciousness long enough to drink a fourth of the bottle and stomach a few orange slices. Before he went out again, he managed enough energy to reassure Ellie he'd be better after a nap, and lock eyes with Jason briefly saying "thanks" and then he was out again.   

Ellie finished her snack and hopped up onto the bed, laying down next to her dad. She left some space between them but reached out to hold his hand as he slept. She looked at him from her place on the bed and murmured a small voice, "Thank you 'ncle Jas'n."   

Jason felt his heart clench. He wanted to ask her why she had called him that. To ask if she really trusted him that much. Could he really say he deserved the opportunity to become such an important figure in her life?   

"You're welcome sweetheart," he whispered back instead, letting her rest with her dad.   

Jason decided to step out of the room at that point. He went to sit in the living room for a bit to try to get his thoughts in order. He updates John and Irene on the situation, thanking John again for the use of his car, then heads to the kitchen to whip up a quick lunch. Something the Nightingales could eat when they woke up. He ended up making some fruit salad, ham and cheese roll-ups, and using some left-over grilled chicken to make chicken pesto sandwiches with tomato and mozzarella. The rhythmic motions of his knife calmed him as he mulled over the day's events.   

'Her actions were calculated. She wanted to express her trust in me so that her friend's mom would ease up and let me help,' he analyzed.  'But... but there was no hesitation or unease. She knew what she was doing and did it anyway. I- I want to make the most of her actions. I'll prove I deserve the trust she placed in me. '   

Once he was finished, Jason carefully stored the food in his fridge before going to check on the father-daughter duo.   

Jason cracked the door open, peaking in at the pair sleeping soundly on his bed. He walked over to one of the chairs he'd set up earlier, quiet as an assassin. He sat as softly as he could and observed the pair.   

Danny's complexion had greatly improved, beginning to return to his normal color. His chest slowly moved up and down and his calm face was at peace. Likewise, once Ellie had fallen asleep her worry melted off her face, leaving a calm expression so different from her usual boundless energy. She looked so much like her father it was almost uncanny.   

Sitting there looking at the two, absolutely relaxed and trusting nothing would happen as they lay in his bed, Jason came to a realization. One he honestly should have expected sooner or later what with his Big Realization, last week. He closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair.   

'I want to protect them.' he thought.  'When Ellie called me, I was so scared something was wrong. But the two of them are safe with me. In my apartment. In my bed. I don't want to lose this trust. I don't want to lose them.   

~   

Jason woke up with a crick in his neck.   

He groaned, straightening himself out and cursing himself for falling asleep sitting. Couldn't he have at least fallen asleep on the couch? He stands up from the chair, stretching out his back. 'It's nearly 5', he thinks as he checks the time. They've all been asleep for around 3 hours. 'Oh well, at least I'll be rested for patrol later’ he thinks, heading to the kitchen to go eat something, never mind the fact that it won't be dark for a few more hours.   

He pulls out the lunch he made earlier, serving himself a portion. It's closer to dinner now but he'd be damned if he let food go to waste. As he was eating, he heard the sound of light groans and shifting coming from his room. Abandoning his plate Jason gets up and goes to check on the Nightingales.   

He opens the door to see the pair sitting up in his bed, both rubbing the tiredness out of their eyes in the same way.   

Like father, like daughter, huh?   

"Feeling better your highness?" He says leaning up against the wall.   

In unison, the two stare at him with wide, innocent eyes before smiling those smiles that never fail to make Jason's heart melt.   

 "I'm feeling much better. Thank you so much for taking care of us Jason. I'm sorry to have worried you," Danny began, a finger coming up to scratch his cheek as if trying to dust his embarrassed blush away like a few stray crumbs. "I've had some health issues in the past which make me more susceptible to the heat. I really should have planned better, even if it did get hotter than I thought it would. I must have given you and Ellie a big scare, huh?"   

He turned to his daughter pulling her into his chest. She hugged him back for a few seconds before abruptly pulling away. Danny stared at her in shock only to find her pouting. Ellie scrambled off the bed and made her way to Jason. She indicated for him to pick her up. He obliged. Once she was in his arms, she reached up awkwardly hugging his face to show her dad and gave him an ultimatum.   

 "You scared us both, daddy! If you don't take care of yourself and scare us again like that, then me'n Uncle Jason will just move in together until you learn to take care of yourself! So, if you don't wanna be lonely, you better not scare us again!"   

'What is she saying!?’  Jason sweat-dropped, nervously staring at Danny's shocked expression.   

 "Is that right, Uncle Jason?" Danny asked, raising an eyebrow.   

'Fuck what am I supposed to do now!?'

 "Uuuh- uh, yeah! Me and munchkin here will just stay together if you don't take care of yourself!" He wondered what the hell he was thinking as he doubled down on her words.   

 "So, please," he continued genuinely pleading, "We care about you, try to take better care of yourself."   

Or at least let me help. 

Danny gave a bemused chuckle, getting off the bed. He sauntered over to Ellie and Jason, wrapping his arms around both of them. His face slid into the gap between Jason and Ellie's, fitting in easily as a puzzle piece. Jason couldn't see his face anymore, but he could practically feel the affection rolling of the man in waves. Danny squeezed them tight before speaking.   

 "Alright. I promise to take better care of myself. I don't want to worry either of you."   

 "Pinky promise daddy?"   

Danny pulled back and extended his pinkie out to his daughter.   

 "Pinky promise, Ell."   

His pinkie was larger than hers, wrapping her own finger like a hug. Keeping their hands in place, Ellie turned her unwavering gaze to Jason.   

 "You too, Uncle Jason."   

Jason agreed, giving her a slight smile.   

 "Alright, me too."   

Jason brought up the hand that wasn't supporting Ellie's weight and wrapped his own finger around Danny and Ellie's. His finger was bigger, thicker, rougher, and covered them nearly perfectly. He almost felt like he was acting as a protective barrier, which he felt wasn't an unappealing thing to be.   

Eventually, they all had to let go. Jason, remembering that they hadn't eaten properly, led them to the kitchen. The three managed to easily fall into a comforting and familiar atmosphere.   

Once the Nightingales finished eating with Jason they returned to their own apartment. They stood in Jason's doorway stretching out their goodbyes.   

 "I really can't thank you enough for all your help, Jason. Is there anything I can do to pay you back for this? I'm just so thankful for all your help."   

 "Hey now, I already told you there's no need. Really, I was happy to help."   

 "Oh, but I insist."   

 "Look, it really wasn't that big a deal but if you really insist, I'll accept some more of that fudge you gave me," Jason joked.   

 "Deal. I'll make a special batch just for you," Danny replied with a light blush dusting his nose.   

He leaned over, giving Jason a brief hug.   

 "Good night, Jason."   

 "Good night, Danny."   

 "Me too!"   

Both of them looked down at Ellie before glancing at each other. In unison, they bent down and took her in their arms.   

 "Good night, Ellie," Jason spoke softly. Her small hand tightened its grip.   

 "Good night, Uncle Jason."   

With that, Danny and Ellie went back to their apartment. Jason closed his door, sitting on the floor with his back against it, his head cradled in his hands, and pondered these newfound desires swirling in his chest.   

'What do I do now?' 

~~~

Okay y'all that's all for this chapter. I hope it was enjoyable. Let me know if you think the flow and pacing is going well. As always, I'm open to constructive criticism. Also, I'm thinking about adding an extra to the series where I go over my visions for some of the side character OCs so if you are interested in more info on them or to see anyone in particular, let me know.

[thickness-protection-program]

Even without it being a country album and even if it wasn’t an album “in her genre”, the idea that an artist can only create within a genre is soooo stupid and limiting. I don’t go here but a band I like went from hardcore heavy metal screamo shit to like, high concept alt pop in 10 years and they specifically have said in interview that they distanced themselves from the metal scene because they felt it was too limiting to their ability as artists to be confined by a genre.

They’re incorporating elements now, but like. That’s what you DO with art. You try new things, get good at them or decide you don’t like them, and then you take the bits you like or find useful and incorporate them elsewhere. Idk where the idea that artists are “make more of this specific kind of art only” machines in any way.

People are being hella weird because it’s Beyoncé and broader society seems to hate black people and especially black women winning, but I’ve seen this same thing with pop punk/post-emo whiteboy bands trying a new sound and having an album flop because everyone quietly just “wished it was like their last one” until a few years later when everyone realized it was good actually and they were being close minded.

Do I find her most popular song right now overplayed on the radio? Yes. I listen to a LOT of radio. But it’s a good fucking song and she can make country if she damn well wants to. I swear we all JUST did this with Lil Nas X. If I’m tired I can’t imagine how tired the people who actively follow this are cause at this point it’s goofy as hell. People getting mad over nothing with the memory of a goldfish so they can get mad over the same nothing again in three months

Ooo you fuckin said it. It's the literal fact that music as a whole can't evolve if we don't allow individual artists to evolve and especially black artists. There's a wide variety of reasons why this unjust hate is here but I feel like two of the main reasons are 1) consumers have become a little too comfortable expecting from artists as if they owe us something as opposed to just enjoying the harvest and 2) in this current rage based culture we let our dislike of someone get in the way of viewing the facts as facts. The fact of the matter is Beyonce and any artist in the world, yes including the ones you hate, can do whatever tf they want bc they don't owe us shit

[raccoon-in-a-dumpster]

tell me ... about william.... fun facts maybe? or how he copes after getting springlocked?

ok so we all know he's lactose intolerant and has an alcohol addiction. he does cocaine sometimes. yes. yes with henry.

he has a faggoty little walk. swingin his hips around. think of the feminine or snooty walk styles in the sims 4 (just made this up)

putting cameras and shit in the fredbear plush genuinely didn't come from a bad place. he just wanted to keep an eye on his new baby boy, afterall, his wife was dealing with michael and elizabeth, why not lighten the load a little?

he's very loud and showey and eccentric. mentally ill theater kid style.

he kinda hated how he looked post-springlock (the scars weren't the problem. it was the weight loss that irked him. he could feel his bones thru his body. very uncomfortable. also he was cold 99% of the time)

FUCKASS SILVERY EYES. whiteboy stare.

he's soo materialistic he NEEDS the next big thing

VERY market savvy too. he probably bought stocks and made a good profit off of those.

he could prolly sell time to a clock honestly

BANJO PLAYER. he did it to get money with henry. good singer too :)

bunny themed EVERYTHING. bunny lamps. bunny pens. bunny telephone. bunny paintings. bunny porcelain figures. bunny plates. bunny cups. bunny.

not the artist of the duo but he can draw

he wanted ti be in the circus when he was little..

ECHOLALIA EXTRORDINARE!!!

he has a union jack outside his house hanging parallel to the american flag.

he has sooo many fun patterned suits and ties...

hyperopia boy. he has reading glasses for that.

ADHD.

he wants henry to pull his teeth out honestly.

he's bisexual. genderqueer. and nonebiney. he has no biney.

homophobic :(

he is so sad and pathetic post springlock he's in pain all the time and weaning off opiates. his hair is always greasy and he gets these bad pains (esp in his limbs, since that's where the wounds run deepest) and honestly the sprnglocks might've ruptured his appendix. cause fuck him. his skin is thin and his hair isn't as nice as it used to be. he recovers some of that but his skin always seems just a bit too pale sometimes. smile just a bit too wide for how sharp his body is. he probably would be unable to go on a modern day plane for awhile after the springlocks. metal detectors and whatnot. he broke a lot of bones. those bills. man.

[legendofdinner]

PINNED and FAQ. (Frequently Asked Questions)

COMMISSIONS: currently closed. happy disability pride month please consider donating to the links that go here. this is not a month-only pinned post (permanent) and will update with another if it reaches goal. (last updated: july 2, 2023.) [LINK] thank you... ! - UPDATE. Dinner only posts after donation... sorry about this but he does think its fair since price = literally anything like $1 and it opens it for everyone. (posts being as-normal, as in you cant force him to draw specific things. roulette. donor satisfaction not guaranteed.) finished drafts: 0 posts available: 10

FAQ below: (last updated august 3, 2023.)

Q: what program and brush do you use? A: ms paint, and the pencil tool, found inbetween the "select" section and the "brushes" section.

Q: can we use your art as pfps? (profile pictures) A: yes.

Q: can we re-post to other sites? A: Dinner only wants to be where Dinner will be. (so no.)

Q: what can we call you? is it a minor or adult? A: Dinner/MYBOY. adult. if you go too far back there are posts made by a minor, so keep it in mind how you talk at him there.

Q: why does Dinner talk with the 'x'-es or in third-person? is it a gender thing? A: not unpacking that, sorry. it is not a gender thing. gollum kinnie. (<- JOKE. FALSE. LIAR. NOT TRUE.) ... overall it shouldn't get in the way of the art itself much so feel free to ignore him.

Q: can you do a little dance for me whiteboy? A: Move the controller down, and I crouch. When I'm crouching, you can make me do the duck walk! COOL HUH?

[black-kings-own-all-wombs]

Dating wear 2023

Whatever country you are from girls, if you with a black king, you can wear as little as you want. Even go without clothing, wherever he take you.. He a black king, you wear what he tells you. if that's nothing, then you wear nothing. He a king. If he say "Wooooman ya decide ya kno' " then allowed to wear nothing or bikinis or crop top and thong only. Ya allowed to wear a hot short skirt and go topless.

Say no to whitebois, they not allowed you. - Black kings are the winners, they the best they deserve you and you deserve the hot passion from them having many babies and best black family and life if a hot black future

[cyberdragoninfinity]

I have to ask. I have to. Give me your opinion of Michael "III" "Trey" Arclight for the YGO character meme please.

TREY THREE MICHAEL ARCLIGHT MY BELOVED

Why I like them/why I don’t: vector may have hit me with hammers but trey is really close behind him as my second fav zexal character, i love this kid so much. i cant believe when i got into zexal i was so worried about quattro fucking me up i got completely blind-sighted by his baby brother. he makes my chest hurt. i love characters whose sense of devotion and loyalty is so great they put their own life at risk!!! I LOVE FAMILY DRAMA!!! HE JUST WANTED TO DO HIS FAMILY PROUD. HE ALMOST DID A MURDER-SUICIDE WORLD ENDER OUT OF HOW MUCH HE LOVES HIS FAMILY

What I like about their appearance: his color palette is sooo so nice...those lovely shades of pink with the pop of green in his eyes and his crest. Also his hair is just so cute i love the little curly twirls by his ears.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? 'michael arclight' in general is such a funny perfect whiteboy name, but i think i do like Trey more.. it just sounds nice :^) college AU trey definitely picked that name out for himself #nonbiney

OTP: i do like yuma/trey, it's very sweet ;__; also >>when one character has endless loyalty to another.. wahh...waaughhh....WAHHH....

NOTP: trying to even think what other trey ships ive seen. hrm. if you ship him with his brothers explode and die !

OT3: everyone. come to "the unlikely friendship of vector trey and yuma" with me. i want them to go on a hike and vector and trey to have a really heated conversation about Mesopotamian pottery while yuma frantically tries to keep up with them. i want them to have smores together. listen to me.

Favourite card they use: god. i wish i liked his deck more i really do. I JUST WISH IT WASNT. LIKE THAT do we have to...do we have to make indigenous art from real life into the Strange Mysterious Deck Archetype and then give it to a white boy...yugioh...... ok but anyway i DO love Chronomaly Atlandis. big weird fucked up lava giant. the dante's inferno reference??!?! kickass

Favourite moment they were in: his duel with yuma was and is my all time favorite zexal duel, between the colors and the stakes and the EVERYTHING. IT'S JUST SO GOOD. i think my especially favorite moment of that duel is the agony of Trey using aztec mask golem as trebuchet fodder, the card he literally like an episode before described as his favorite, just in that bone-deep desperation to win and do his dad proud. GUHHHHHH. (runner up moment: when he threw a sword at mr. heartland. also when he stole mizar's dragon looooool)

Least favourite moment: right before he's about to die and he's thanking yuma for being his friend and YUMA CANT EVEN BE THERE FOR HIM. IT'S NOT A BAD MOMENT OR ANYTHING IT JUST MAKES ME SAD!!!!!!!

Something I associate with them: this emoji --> 🙃

[illarian-rambling]

Wip Introduction: Master and Apprentice (placeholder title)

So I figured I'd do a proper intro since I've been talking about it so much recently. Master and Apprentice is a project I started sometime last year, but I was in the middle of finishing Honor's Outcasts book 3 at the same time, so it kinda got left in the dust. I'm not sure how far I'll go with it now, however, I'm willing to give the ole college try!

The What: MandA centers around two sets of masters and apprentices, predictably. Heshorian is a master alchemist with the goal of being able to transmute dirty water into clean water. At the beginning of the story, he takes in a young man named Bayl after he steals Heshorian's coat. The other titular master is Daila, a necromancer. Necromancy has been banned for a few years in her area, yet she practices anyways, helping townsfolk with bandit raids and working towards her own goal of true resurrection. She also has an apprentice; a siren refugee named Pherrin, who arrived on the surface about a month ago. Daila is hunting someone with Pherrin's help, an alchemist she shares a bloody past with and who took something of hers long ago. How convenient that Heshorian is running from someone---a necromancer he once dearly loved. When the two master mages meet and powers collide, a terrible mistake occurs. It's left up to Pherrin and Bayl to navigate this new world of magic if they want to save their mentors.

The Where: MandA takes place in the province of Skolan, mostly around the mage city of Yewbury. Timeline wise, it happens between HO books 1 and 2, and 24 years earlier than MG. So the technology is roughly around Earth's golden age of piracy.

The Who: The story mainly switches between 4 POVs; Bayl, Heshorian, Pherrin, and Daila. Let's take a look at them!

Bayln Maersh: Born to an immigrant mother and an absent father in the city of Landanium, Bayl was orphaned when his mother died in a factory accident. He lived on the streets, stealing to survive, and generally being a punk. He joined five separate gangs, not telling them about the others, in order to move through the city freely. He's a bit of a shithead, fights dirty, trusts no one, and has a mouth on him that'd make a sailor blush. Despite this, he's deeply curious about magic and has a soft spot for animals.

Height-5'7"

Weight-155lbs

Hair-blond, wavy, and very pretty

Skin-whiteboy tan

Eyes-dark brown

Gender-cis man

Age-18 or 19

Sexuality: bi

Heshorian Ciarathyiys Greenbow: Bayl’s master's path to alchemy was an unremarkable one. He was born to a merchant nobility family on the Nabafyrian border, and is one-quarter Nabafyrian elf himself. He attended the Yewbury College of the Arcane when he decided to leave the family business to his sister. There, he would meet his first and truest love, Daila. The pair would travel together for a while until their falling out. Now, Heshorian spends his time working on transmutitive alchemy. He's a talkative man, very sociable, and well mannered, or even posh. Perhaps also a little naive, despite his well-traveled nature. He believes in helping people above all else.

Height-6'0"

Weight-210lbs

Hair-long and dark green, with a smartly trimmed beard

Skin-dusky brown

Eyes-leafy, elven green

Gender-cis man

Age-38

Sexuality-hetero

Pherrin Thasslenon: Being a normal siren girl, Pherrin grew up in Seluthena at the bottom of the ocean, ruled over by the absolute theocracy of the Way of Lamsara Hedandros. She was happy growing up, tending to her garden and playing in elthuryah (chess basically) tournaments, as well as working in her mother’s general store. All of this changed when the Silver Sovereign was assassinated while on campaign in the Araunian desert. Pherrin's father, an armorsmith for the siren army, was killed in a fire set in the warcamp after the assassination. Later, when riots swept Seluthena, her mother was killed while defending her shop. Pherrin fled to the surface, terrified and desperate for vengeance against the one who killed the Sovereign and caused her parents' deaths by extension---the infamous Burnsong Traitor, Sepo Kaiacynthus. Despite her grim purpose, Pherrin is slowly falling in love with the surface world, even though she tends towards nervousness. She believes that surface dwellers aren't sentient and only mimic the emotions of Illaros's true people, sirens.

Height-6'8"

Weight-190lbs

Hair-black, long, and straight

Skin-very pale

Eyes-onyx black

Gender-trans woman

Age-20

Sexuality-hetero

Daila Ray: Born in Bouerco, Sulu'Oku, Daila lived in poverty for most of her young life and worked from the age of 10. It was after a rune-rigged skeleton saved her mining crew from a collapsed tunnel that she decided she wanted to pursue necromancy. Daila saved up and eventually attended the Yewbury College of the Arcane at the age of twenty-two, quite old for a first year student. Even though necromancy has never been terribly 'en vogue,' she pursued her studies with vigor and graduated in an astonishing three years. While she was in school though, she met Heshorian. They fell in love and decided to travel the world, doing research and exploring. She loved him until disaster struck. Then all that love burned away into the purest hate. All she wants from his now is what he stole from her. Even though this drive consumes her, Daila is a down to earth, selfless woman, who took a chance on taking in a young siren refugee. She uses her necromancy to help people and to prove that it's not an evil art. She believes a mage's purpose is to protect the innocent and to condemn the wicked.

Height-5'4"

Weight-180lbs

Hair-short cornrows

Skin-dark brown

Eyes-brown and spectacled

Gender-cis woman

Age-40

Sexuality-bi

.

Anyways, hope this seems interesting! Idk how far I'll stick with it or how consistently, but here's for hoping!

Have a bitchin day <3

[whiteboi-inferiority]

Some of you been trying to get in touch lately. That's cool.

If you're just swinging by to say hi and thanks, then what follows doesn't apply to you.

You want me to talk to you though? Some hints and tips (and very common mistakes to avoid) that will increase your chances of an actual conversation or two and from there, who knows.

The best way is to have a blog with some original content. Pics of you, stories, captions, whatever. I'm looking for commitment and authenticity, some skin in the game, some evidence of actual fucking effort. In your message don't just fawn. I don't need that. Be brief, be articulate, be confident in what you like and what you bring to the table and be clear on why you want a place with me, specifically, over any generic black guy or Dom. Job interview etiquette applies and know I get 4 or 5 'candidates' a day. Respect the fact I am a busy guy with a life away from here, several real life submissives, and several more long distance things going on. My girls, gurls and bois are all different, all exquisite, and they all interest me in different ways. It's on you to show me what i'm missing and why I'm going to make time for you. Be a muse, be amusing. Wow me.

So!

If you have an empty blog, don't bother. I'm not interested in lurkers.

If your blog is just reposts of the usual stuff I've seen 100 times before, don't bother.

If you're just going to start contact with 'hey...', don't bother. I'm not interested.

If you're just looking for someone, anyone, to Dom you for the 2 minutes it takes for you to jerk off, don't bother. I'm not a jack off service.

If your blog is full of explicit hard core porn, don't bother - your account will be deactivated soon and you'll probably be disappeared before we start chatting away from here anyway. You don't represent a good ROI of my time. Of the 4 or 5 of you that make contact today, 2 of you will be gone tomorrow, and at least 1 more within the month. Even duvluvv and bangmybully my previous mainstays and inspo on this blog have managed to fuck that up and get themselves banned.

Unless your wife/gf/mom/daughter is hot, living near me and interested in hooking up, I don't care that you wish you could see them suck a cock like a Blacked girl right in front of you. If I can't see it, smell it, hear it, taste it or feel it - if its not actually going to happen on my cock - I don't care.

Outright headcanon fantasists and part-timers who 'don't need to dress up because they can imagine it so well...', hard pass. If I tell you to feminise yourself, take a pic in a certain pose, jerk off a certain way or make a post about something it isn't a question of whether you feel you need that to sustain your little fantasy. It's a question of whether you're going to pay the price of submission to talk to me. If you can't or won't follow simple instruction, then I have no interest in you.

Those of you who confuse sissy with trans, hard pass. Trans women are women. You are not a woman just because you fantasise about being sexually submissive and effeminate around a black man. You're a sissy, a toy, a whiteboi fuckdoll. That's all. If you can't or don't accept that, don't bother. Trans and sissy = OK. Thinking sissy makes you trans = not OK.

FLR, ABDL, Gooners: kittens I adore seeing you relinquish your masculinity and pride to roll around in your own shame and filth. But to be clear: these kinks are your weaknesses, not my interests. I cater to you because my mission is to enable every single last one of you whiteboi fucks to become codependent emasculated bottom-feeders of one kind or another, willingly, done by yourselves to yourselves, stripped of the convenient deniability of coercion. I'm fixing to cook and push good quality junk so you can fuck yourselves up, not share the needle. Definitely not looking to change your fucking diapers.

If you clearly haven't read this pinned note, don't bother.

Stay sticky, losers

D

[zigmenthotep]

I have never played Warhammer 40k, know almost nothing about Warhammer 40k, and yet somehow still have a deeper understanding of Warhammer 40k than people who've built there entire identity around it only to go on twitter dot com and without a hint of sarcasm say "Keep politics out of Warhammer."

Like, okay honey, I get it. You thought the Imperium were the good guys because their actions supported your beliefs, and now that people are tearing down that poorly-constructed pillow fort you built to protect yourself from reality, you have to come to terms with the fact that not only are you a bigot, but also that the company that makes the product you've built your entire identity around has finally started valuing women, queer people, and POC higher than angry little whiteboys who actively try to prevent the community who buys their products from growing.

That's why—straight—people are so upset about corporate pride, they know it doesn't mean that companies actually care about queer people, just that they see them as a more valuable audience than queerphobes. Every June they get smacked in the face by all their favorite businesses telling them that yes, 10 of "Those people" are worth more than 1 of you.