#hes so goofy this whole issue cus its like

[madelynpryor]

LITERALLY a wet cat of a man i love him sm

[the-orange-ninja]

Ima copy + paste a tonn of stuff onto this, becasue perfect thing to add anything i have rn about my lil guy to here

'chews on hoodies, strings, anything, has little teeth marks cus his little fangs and he doesnt realize he collects rocks and when he met the ninja he gave each of a lil rock that looked like em in some way isn't an official ninja an doesn't have a power yet, he's just a very silly kid (back story later cus i wanna write a whole fic of it) he helps clean and fix stuff on the bounty meets everyone at the after nadakahn incident thing happens he doesnt have a room at the start so he just crashed in a broom closet theres so much im just very excited becus the sillyyy'

'dudes only power (he doesn't know about it for a very long time, complicated story stuff i will expand later) he can shapeshift but only between his human form and animals. he really likes to take the form of raccoons and dogs, so like,,,, dogboy asher is so real he turns into a kinda big brown lab mix because it suits his personality and hes just goofy silly'

'asher gets stuck in different forms if he's to low on energy

like after a fight or just intense training hes so physically and mentally drained he can't undo it so he is just kinda stuck, even with basic forms he would normally not have an issue with

adds angstish OR comedic stuff to the plot for oc*

imagine him just being stuck as a cat

they just have a pet cat for like an hour on the bounty, hes just chilling, knocking glasses off of counter tops

and then poof

back to his human form all a sudden'

'adding onto my earlier thought: he gets stuck quite ofter when he first tries to use his power so the others kinda have to help him with stuff like getting to his room if he cant use doors, (like if he has paws as say a dog?) and get him food cus he cant get to it later wu sets up a backup stash of snacks for if he's stuck and cant get help but one of the first times he's stuck it just feels so wrong and scary he freaks out a lot He ends up having to spend the night with one of the others cus he's scared of everything, struglling to sleep or stay calm he eventually chills out and by the time he's awake hes back to its original human form most of the times especially at the start he has to keep doing that buut eventually grows more used to the feeling of being shifted he aslo has a hard time dealing with bigger/more complicated forms (say like a bear, really big animal) and it leaves him more exhausted so he has to be stuck a bit longer along with that same idea, the bigger the form, the worse injuries he already had get, and more can happen from the gain in size he has a stash of bandages on him whenever he leaves the bounty after awhile also small forms like sparrows and cats are his preffered forms, and sometimes he with just shift into them to fly around or take a break the others take that as an excuse to cuddle cat/dog form, cus fluffy lil guy (i therapy comes in fluffy animals/hj) also my guy can't swim very well, even shifted into aquatic creatures, so he avoids it and hangs out with kai if they go swimming'

'thinkin abt my silly shapeshifting dude,, asher in the movie would be sm hurt but also so silly hes so goofy, but man people don't like him at all. He hangs out mostly by himself but sometimes around the ninjas after they offered to let him crash at a lunch table with them. friendship is stored in giving someone an oreo as a token of aprecciation/hj

no but actually its like how animals give others that they like a rock or something similar he does closely relate to animals and picked up tons of characteristics off of them mainly crows and collecting/gifting shiny objects to people

He gives jay little pair of bracelets and some other shinyy trinkets he found on the ground as a present becus the silly and the ultimate silly being bsfs, or tbh bfs (me tryna actually do ships with ocs is so fuzzy brained, theyre all gay and silly, and hes to emotionally immature to ever work out in a relationship, barely does in friendships) he gave cole a cd he found at the 99 cent store across town because the art was pretty Nya constantly gets little screws and shiny pennies he finds zane didn't exactly get why asher does this, but still takes the random funny shaped rocks and pinecones kai gets a lot of silly knicknacks that asher shoves into his pockets when he is walking around lloyd recieves lots of rocks of the very specific kind, where part of the look green, as well as he found a green crystal peice and gave it to him hes just very silly he also gave wu a gold coin he found on the ground just as a way of trying to get out of cleaning once

He also carries a little bag around with him full of oreos and little plastic bags its how he stores the most shiny things he wants to gift the others, each of the bags have a really messily written name on them to corelate to each ninjas : p'

'asher calls pixal "pixie stix" after he tries them he has a lot of random nicknames for the others but that one is my favorite one rn'

there is so much more but thats all the stuff i have in one place atm,,

im so incrediably normal about him ok.

Hey. Hey you. 

Yeah you. 

Reblog this post with a ramble about your ninjago oc(s). 

(If you want to ofc. No pressure /gen)

[sswwimagine]

A Baby? || George Weasley

Original Post: on ssimagines

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1523

Warnings: swearing, unplanned (teen) pregnancy, No editing really.

Request:  Can I get 43, 50, and 101 for pre-war George Weasley please? Thank You! Love your writing❤

Prompts:  43. “Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? ”

                 50. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

                 101. “Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.”

Note: I didn’t want them to still be at hogwarts so its like just after the war has started takes place just after the start of the sixth book when everyone else had already gone back to hogwarts. They are still living at the burrow and are 17. You are also a halfblood with your mother being a muggle.  

This would have been a great howler prompt, but I honestly didn’t feel very comfortable putting them at hogwarts for this one.

This is obviously already been posted, but since I started my smaller blogs, I wanted all my work for each fandom in one place. Instead of just reblogging everything I figured that I would repost it.

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You finished emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. You had puked at least once every day of the past two week with no real explanation. You were starting to get sick of it, no pun intended. 

“Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car,” you said as you stood up off the floor and flushed the toilet moving to the sink. George, your fiancé, moved to stand in the doorway of the bathroom.  The look on his face said it all. Keeping your eye on him, you prepared to brush the acidic vomit taste out of your mouth. 

“I’m sorry you haven’t been feeling well lately,” he said as came in and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

You responded with a grunt with a toothbrush in your mouth. George nuzzled his nose into your neck as he just stood behind you watching. It was comforting being so close to him. He had this way of just setting you at ease. 

“Do you have any plans today?” you said. Leaning forward out of his grasp, you spit into the sink.

“Just working,” he said with a sigh. “Fred was talking about staying late to work on some new product, but I told him I’d have to check with you first.”

“You should. I’m busy today anyway. Molly and I have an exciting day planned where she’s going to teach me how to make a sweater” You rinsed your toothbrush off and placed it back were you kept it next to George’s. 

You loved Molly; she was like a (second) mother to you and had been since you and George started dating your fifth year. When you graduated from Hogwarts, George had proposed to you, and with the war looming so close to your home in London, the two of you thought it best you moved into the burrow with them and spent your days with her. Spending so much time together had just made you closer to her. 

Turning around in his arms you looked at the face of the man you loved. He had opened the joke shop just a few months ago, and it was doing so well. The more products meant more variety and more customers which was great for the both of you. It meant that you would be able to get married sooner and get your own place and eventually have kids. That was the future you wanted with George, but it was something that you had decided to wait on for a better time. One without a war where you were financially stable. 

“Let me get dressed and then let’s go down to breakfast,” you said pulling him out of the bathroom and down the hall to the Percy’s old room which you had commandeered since moving in. A small smile came to his face as he followed behind you. 

George closed the door behind him and sat on your bed as you dug around in the dresser for a shirt and pants to wear. After finding something that sort of matched, you moved to the mirror that you had propped up against the wall. You quickly changed your pants hoping that George’s attention was elsewhere. Every time George was in your room when you changed, he would get a but distracted. It often times ended with you both your bed, and currently, you were trying to avoid that. 

In the mirrors reflection you could see George’s nose buried in a book that your muggle mother had sent you. You let out a soft chuckle at your fiancé before taking off your shirt. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over your stomach. You had a thought over the past two week that kept coming back to you. 

“Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant?” your voice was barely above a whisper. George wasn’t meant to hear it, but from the way his head shot up from his book to you, you could tell that he had.

“Are you serious?” he asked. George closed the book and stood up from the bed. He rushed to stand behind you and placed a hand on your exposed stomach.

“I don’t know, maybe,” you said lacing your fingers in his. 

He placed a kiss on your shoulder and moved his way up your neck. Before he could take it any further, you pulled away. Another chuckle came out of your mouth at the drop of the goofy smile that was painted on his face. You pulled the shirt you had picked out over your head.

George had a gleam in his eye as he snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around your waist. He picked you up and threw you onto the bed. Laughter poured out of both of you as George landed on you. 

He plastered your face with small kisses and tickled you. You called out for him to stop, but he persisted. After a minute, he fell down beside you, and you settled into his arms. His hand came to rest over your stomach. There was a look in his eyes that you had never seen before. It was soft and full of hope. “Would you want that?” you asked him.

“What, a baby?” George said. “With you, of course.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. George’s stomach rumbled. For the fourth time that morning you let a giggle escape your lips.

“Come on,” you said standing up and pulling him with you. “Let’s go eat.”

The two of you sat at the table with Fred and their parents. Everyone else was away at school leaving the house quite empty during the day. You weren’t sure how Molly did it without you. 

“How you’d you sleep, Y/N?” Arthur asked as he shoveled eggs int his house. “Pretty good,” you said.

“Are you still having stomach issues?” Arthur followed up. Molly’s ears perked up awaiting your answer. 

“Yea, I found her puking again this morning,” George said rubbing circles into your back. You gave his father a small smile as you brought a piece of toast to your lips and nibbled a bit off it.

“Maybe you should go to St. Mungo’s,” Fred offered.  You looked to your fiancé and to his twin trying to gauge if he was joking or not, but the impassive look gave you nothing. Molly cleared her throat as she set her cu of orange juice down on the table. 

“That wouldn’t be necessary,” Molly said with a sweet smile. “It’s just morning sickness. It will pass.”

Your eyes widened at the words that just slipped past Molly’s lips. Beside you, George choked on his toast and Fred coughed up some of his orange juice. You laid your hands palm down on table as if to ground you. George’s hand still sat on your back, but it was no longer rubbing circles there. 

No one spoke for a long time as you just shifted your eye line around to see everyone’s shocked expressions. There was a small smug smile on Molly’s face. “What?” Arthur said at last.

“Y/N is pregnant,” Molly said returning to her food. 

“How do you know?” Fred was baffled at his mother’s statement. You could see the wheels turning in his said. 

“A mother just knows,” she said offering you a smile. She placed her hand over yours. There was another moment of silence.

Arthur pushed his chair away from the table letting the screech of the chair against the floor echo around the room. He stood up and looked at George. 

“George, a word,” his words were tight and hard, something you had never heard from him before. 

Your gaze snapped to George who stood up. He nervously rubbed his hands against his pants and followed his father out of the house. You could still see them from the window. Arthur didn’t look happy, and the look on George’s face told you he knew it. 

“Well, this should be interesting,” Fred said with a smile as he leaned over to hit your arm lightly.

Molly smiled before turning around in her seat to watch as well. 

“You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?” Arthur yelled at his son. At first George slunk back, but after a moment, his shoulders rolled back and he stood tall in front of his father. 

“I love her,” his voice was confident, “this doesn’t change that.”

Arthur took a deep breath. He held his face in his hands. It was clear that he was trying to gather his thoughts. 

“George, I know how you feel about her,” Arthur was calmer this time. “You know how much your mother and I love her, but George this is the worst possible time. There is a war on the horizon. You are just children. There is so much against you. Are you ready for that?”

“Of course,” George didn’t even waste a beat. “She is my whole world. I want this with her. Even if it’s a little early.”

Those words were enough for you. They were everything you could ever hope for.  

[dizzy-gamer]

An Adult’s Take On Kingdom Hearts

I have been a gamer all my life and was eleven when the first Kingdom Hearts hit the PS1. However, I never got to play Kingdom Hearts. I was a Nintendo kid. Didn’t own any consoles or handhelds outside of Nintendo. The only person I knew who had a PS1 and let me play it was a fan of Jak and Daxter and Sly Cooper. He didn’t play Kingdom Hearts. Or if he did, I didn’t know about it.

Fast forward to 2019 and the long awaited Kingdom Hearts 3 was finally on its way. I had a PS4. I knew the games by reputation, so I decided to pick up KH 1.5+2.5 HD Remix (my gods Square Enix, what is with these names?). Because I never played KH or even Final Fantasy (outside of FFXV), the only nostalgia I have associated with the KH series comes from the Disney movies. That being said... the games didn’t exactly do a stellar job when they were trying to remake the movies. I know it hurts, but it’s true. However, that’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy the games. Oooh no. Far from it.

As I’m writing this, I’m currently siting in my Riku jacket while several of my new KH shirts are in the wash. The background of my phone depicts Sora and yes, I am considering making a Sora or Organization XIII cosplay.

I love Kingdom Hearts. A lot. The series has a lot of high and low notes, but it still resonated with me even though I’m an adult. Yes, it totally jumped the shark with Dream Drop Distance (which I have a love/hate relationship with) and the whole X Series is a massive pain; but that didn’t stop me from enjoying DDD, KH3, or any of the other games.

The biggest thing that I notice with Kingdom Hearts as an adult fan is that the series has reconnected me with things I loved as a kid. It’s reminded me of my love for Winnie the Pooh, something I’d forgotten about by the time I was 10. I’ve fallen in love with the goofy main characters. Yes, the series has issues. But even though I’ve only been a fan for a few months, I’m just as deep down this rabbit hole as lifetime fans. I noticed that people like to bash on this series and others claim that fans only enjoy it because of the nostalgia factor, but there’s something magical about Kingdom Hearts.

So here I, a grown ass adult who never played these games as a child, telling people that these games are good and I can’t wait for Re:Mind. May your heart be your guiding key and may the gods help me cus what the hell have I done to myself?

[ssimagines]

A baby?|| George Weasley

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1523

Warnings: swearing, unplanned (teen) pregnancy, No editing really. 

Request:  Can I get 43, 50, and 101 for pre-war George Weasley please? Thank You! Love your writing❤

Prompts:  43. “Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? ”

                  50. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

                  101. “Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.”

Note: I didn’t want them to still be at hogwarts so its like just after the war has started takes place just after the start of the sixth book when everyone else had already gone back to hogwarts. They are still living at the burrow and are 17. You are also a halfblood with your mother being a muggle.  

This would have been a great howler prompt, but I honestly didn’t feel very comfortable putting them at hogwarts for this one. 

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You finished emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. You had puked at least once every day of the past two week with no real explanation. You were starting to get sick of it, no pun intended.

“Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car,” you said as you stood up off the floor and flushed the toilet moving to the sink. George, your fiancé, moved to stand in the doorway of the bathroom.  The look on his face said it all. Keeping your eye on him, you prepared to brush the acidic vomit taste out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry you haven’t been feeling well lately,” he said as came in and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You responded with a grunt with a toothbrush in your mouth. George nuzzled his nose into your neck as he just stood behind you watching. It was comforting being so close to him. He had this way of just setting you at ease.

“Do you have any plans today?” you said. Leaning forward out of his grasp, you spit into the sink.

“Just working,” he said with a sigh. “Fred was talking about staying late to work on some new product, but I told him I’d have to check with you first.”

“You should. I’m busy today anyway. Molly and I have an exciting day planned where she’s going to teach me how to make a sweater” You rinsed your toothbrush off and placed it back were you kept it next to George’s.

You loved Molly; she was like a (second) mother to you and had been since you and George started dating your fifth year. When you graduated from Hogwarts, George had proposed to you, and with the war looming so close to your home in London, the two of you thought it best you moved into the burrow with them and spent your days with her. Spending so much time together had just made you closer to her.

Turning around in his arms you looked at the face of the man you loved. He had opened the joke shop just a few months ago, and it was doing so well. The more producs meant more variety and more customers which was great for the both of you. It meant that you would be able to get married sooner and get your own place and eventually have kids. That was the future you wanted with George, but it was something that you had decided to wait on for a better time. One without a war where you were finically stable.

“Let me get dressed and then let’s go down to breakfast,” you said pulling him out of the bathroom and down the hall to the Percy’s old room which you had commandeered since moving in. A small smile came to his face as he followed behind you.

George closed the door behind him and sat on your bed as you dug around in the dresser for a shirt and pants to wear. After finding something that sort of matched, you moved to the mirror that you had propped up against the wall.

You quickly changed your pants hoping that George’s attention was elsewhere. Every time George was in your room when you changed, he would get a but distracted. It often times ended with you both your bed, and currently, you were trying to avoid that.

In the mirrors reflection you could see George’s nose buried in a book that your muggle mother had sent you. You let out a soft chuckle at your fiancé before taking off your shirt. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over your stomach. You had a thought over the past two week that kept coming back to you.

“Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant?” your voice was barely above a whisper. George wasn’t meant to hear it, but from the way his head shot up from his book to you, you could tell that he had.

“Are you serious?” he asked. George closed the book and stood up from the bed. He rushed to stand behind you and placed a hand on your exposed stomach.

“I don’t know, maybe,” you said lacing your fingers in his.

He placed a kiss on your shoulder and moved his way up your neck. Before he could take it any further, you pulled away. Another chuckle came out of your mouth at the drop of the goofy smile that was painted on his face. You pulled the shirt you had picked out over your head.

George had a gleam in his eye as he snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around your waist. He picked you up and threw you onto the bed. Laughter poured out of both of you as George landed on you.

He plastered your face with small kisses and tickled you. You called out for him to stop, but he persisted. After a minute, he fell down beside you, and you settled into his arms. His hand came to rest over your stomach. There was a look in his eyes that you had neve seen before. It was soft and full of hope.

“Would you want that?” you asked him.

“What, a baby?” George said. “With you, of course.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. George’s stomach rumbled. For the fourth time that morning you let a giggle escape your lips.

“Come on,” you said standing up and pulling him with you. “Let’s go eat.”

 _

_

The two of you sat at the table with Fred and their parents. Everyone else was away at school leaving the house quite empty during the day. You weren’t sure how Molly did it without you.

“How you’d you sleep, Y/N?” Arthur asked as he shoveled eggs int his house.

“Pretty good,” you said.

“Are you still having stomach issues?” Arthur followed up. Molly’s ears perked up awaiting your answer.

“Yea, I found her puking again this morning,” George said rubbing circles into your back. You gave his father a small smile as you brought a piece of toast to your lips and nibbled a bit off it.

“Maybe you should go to St. Mungo’s,” Fred offered.  You looked to your fiancé and to his twin trying to gauge if he was joking or not, but the impassive look gave you nothing. Molly cleared her throat as she set her cu of orange juice down on the table.

“That wouldn’t be necessary,” Molly said with a sweet smile. “It’s just morning sickness. It will pass.”

Your eyes widened at the words that just slipped past Molly’s lips. Beside you, George chocked on his toast and Fred coughed up some of his orange juice. You laid your hands palm down on table as if to ground you. George’s hand still sat on your back, but it was no longer rubbing circles there.

No one spoke for a long time as you just shifted your eye line around to see everyone’s shocked expressions. There was a small smug smile on Molly’s face.

“What?” Arthur said at last.

“Y/N is pregnant,” Molly said returning to her food.

“How do you know?” Fred was baffled at his mother’s statement. You could see the wheels turning in his said.

“A mother just knows,” she said offering you a smile. She placed her hand over yours. There was another moment of silence.

Arthur pushed his chair away from the table letting the screech of the chair against the floor echo around the room. He stood up and looked at George.

“George, a word,” his words were tight and hard, something you had never heard from him before.

Your gaze snapped to George who stood up. He nervously rubbed his hands against his pants and followed his father out of the house. You could still see them from the window. Arthur didn’t look happy, and the look on George’s face told you he knew it.

“Well, this should be interesting,” Fred said with a smile as he leaned over to hit your arm lightly.

Molly smiled before turning around in her seat to watch as well.

“You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?” Arthur yelled at his son. At first George slunk back, but after a moment, his shoulders rolled back and he stood tall in front of his father.

“I love her,” his voice was confident, “this doesn’t change that.”

Arthur took a deep breath. He held his face in his hands. It was clear that he was trying to gather his thoughts.

“George, I know how you feel about her,” Arthur was calmer this time. “You know how much your mother and I love her, but George this is the worst possible time. There is a war on the horizon. You are just children. There is so much against you. Are you ready for that?”

“Of course,” George didn’t even waste a beat. “She is my whole world. I want this with her. Even if it’s a little early.”

Those words were enough for you. They were everything you could ever hope for.  

[hadarlaskey]

7500

To structure a film around a plane-jacking from start to finish qualifies as a gimmick, if only just. To do so in real-time edges further into gimmick territory. To shoot the entire thing from the cockpit, never leaving the cramped space for its full 90-minute duration? That is truly high-octane, unleaded gimmickry.

That’s the long and short of 7500, a thriller from German first-timer Patrick Vollrath that tracks a terrorist plot as it unfolds onboard a jumbo jet heading to Paris from Berlin. And yes, Vollrath forbids his camera from straying beyond the limits of the captain’s chamber in the nose of the aircraft, where the unassuming pilot Tobias Ellis (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) must navigate the tense hostage situation that’s fallen into his lap. Excepting an early exchange about Tobias’ girlfriend and daughter, we don’t get much more than that, a minimalist tack that suits the nuts-and-bolts approach this film brings to its procedural hijacking.

But before long, what sounds like an untenable artistic proposition proves itself to be precisely that. After the first four or five scenes, the tedium far outweighs the claustrophobic intensity that Vollrath believes the limited square footage he’s allowed himself will generate. Much of the action takes place on the other side of the bolted door, viewed by Tobias via a small closed-circuit screen; in practice, this means we must spend long stretches of what should be a pressure-cooker scenario watching a man watch a TV, or on a static shot of the video readout itself.

The whole locked-room schtick poses more integral issues as Vollrath’s script struggles to extend its story enough to fill a feature length. He paints himself into a corner once the terrorists bust into the cockpit and get the drop on Tobias, left with no other writerly choice than to rely on implausible contrivance to ease our man out of danger. Then, once things have cooled off a bit and he needs to re-up the stakes, his script clumsily goes back on its earlier faux pas, ringing twice as false the second time around.

A bravura showing from Gordon-Levitt would have to be the piece that salvages the whole, seeing as he occupies nearly every frame. He’s all cued up for a comeback in grand fashion, having been absent from the silver screen since he adopted a Kermit the Frog voice for Snowden in 2016. That full-transformation performance now seems typical of Gordon-Levitt’s actorly tastes, which have previously driven him to develop a goofy French accent and tightrope walking prowess or a Noo Yawk accent and a bodybuilder’s physique.

In keeping with this trend, his latest role feels less masterful and more effortful, offering the actor his desired opportunity to show all of the work he’s put in. He uses pilot jargon, fashions a tourniquet, does some physical work and some well-trained crying, and yet it confers little more than the impression of a man trying very hard.

Perhaps “carrying through an unusually demanding role to completion” represents the ceiling of success for such a gig, which is to say the film would be worse off with someone else. But the set of obstructions that Vollrath lays out for himself aren’t doing him any favours, when the fundamental flaw lies in the very basis of his story, not in the way he’s chosen to tell it.

In choosing to strip this hijacking of any specifics that might tie it to a real-world incident, save for the detail that the terrorists are Muslim, he excuses himself from any obligation he might have to its survivors. It allows him to lend a serious, politically charged dynamic the simple antagonism of a ticking-clock thriller. He turns what could’ve been something meaningful into just another action movie – only smaller.

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DIZZAVE: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. its really inevitable DIZZAVE thats off tha hook yo: yiznou pick up tha lingo tizzy pick up yours DIZNAVE sho nuff: its like a stupid cultural melange afta a whizzle thizzat barely makes anizzle senze from eitha frame of refizzle

JOHN: i poser if i W-to-tha-izzould hizzy learned ta understand black romizzle? Drop it like its hot. JOHN: it S-to-tha-izzuch a goofy idea, but it sizzay pretty important ta trolls in tha mutha fuckin club.

DIZNAVE: they tizzake all they quadrants P-R-E-Double-Tizzy seriously tbh

JIZZAY: yeah upside yo head. JIZZOHN like a tru playa': years ago whiznen we first mizzay tha trolls, i rememba bein pretty fascinated by all our cultural differences, whizzay karkat n vriska were mobbin' me 'bout tizzy fo all my homies in the pen. JIZZY droppin hits: i rememba reallizzle sincerely try'n ta understand it all friznom they point of vizzy! it hizzle though cuz its a doggy dog world. JIZZOHN: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. i still T-H-to-tha-izzink 'bout tha idea of black romance sometimes, n try ta imagine how that really works... or "feels"... i dizzon't K-N-to-tha-izzow. JOHN: d-ya understand it?

DIZZAY: yeah ive spent enizzle time talkin 'bout it whizzere i think i "git it" but DIZZAVE: ive neva had cauze or anizzle rizzeal inclination ta put it into practice or nothin' trippin'

JOHN: mainly the idizzle of sippin' somebody, n translat'n thizzat into attractizzle, or some kind of romancey rhymin' so show some love, niggaz! it feels so alizzle ta me with my forty-fo' mag. JOHN: n yoe R-to-tha-izzight, i have a reallizzle hizzay tiznime even hat'n anyone 'n tha first pliznace!

DAVE: word

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i mizzy, i git ANNOYED by thugz, sure now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe.

DIZZY: lizzle whizzay DAVE now pass the glock: me?

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: no, niznot really. Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. JIZZY: wizzay, sometimes, but nizzle mizzle. i always tended ta exaggerate mah grievances wit yizzle, fo` tha sake of lizzay. Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this.

DAVE: hizzle

JIZZAY: a betta exizzle be, more recentlizzle, whizzle i was do'n mah retcon missizzle... Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. JOHN: i was gett'n RIZZLE annoyed wit terezi n ha mind games.

DAVE: Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. yuuup

JOHN so you betta run and grab yo glock: it definizzle neva crosze' tha L-to-tha-izzine ta "hizzle" though, coz we were work'n together ta try n fizzix a dire sitizzle, n even though she weird n insane, she otherwize a pretty gizzy nigga. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN but real niggaz don't give a fuck: but all her needl'n and japes at totally inappropriate times, when there wizzas so mizzuch on tha line... JIZNOHN: argh, it was SO FRUSTRATING.

KARKAT: EGBERT, I HAVE NEWS FO` YOU.

DIZZY so show some love, niggaz! whoa hes B-to-tha-izzack! DAVE: all right side up n everyth'n

KARKIZZLE: I HIZZY YOU WERE TALK'N 'BOUT QUADRIZZLE, SO I DECIDIZZLE TA PAUZE MAH TANTRUM. KARKAT: JOHN, ALL YOE DO'N HERE BE DESCRIB'N THA SUBTLE FEEL'N WHICH PLANT THA SEE' FO` HAV'N A CALIGINOUS CRUSH ON SOMEONE.

JOHN with my forty-fo' mag: whizzat??

KARKAT: YIZZOU HIZZY ME. KIZZLE like a motha fucka: YOU BE NAIVELY STEPPIN' TA STRUGGL'N WIT SOME BLACK FEELIZZLE FO` TEREZI. KARKAT: SO, THIZZERE YIZNOU GO. QUESTION ANSWERED. KARKAT: T-TO-THA-IZZURNS OUT YOU ARE PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF BLIZZLE ROMANCE.

JIZNOHN: n... no! Subscribe nigga, get yo issue.

KARKAT: A FIZZY REBUTTAL. HOWEVA, CONSIDA DIS COUNTERPOINT: Holla! KARKAT: Y... YES???

JIZZAY: but i dizzay HIZZY ha, n i'm sizzle i neva will in tha mutha fuckin club! JOHN: i'm jizzle cruisin' i find ha, lizzy, somizzle annoy'n, n REALLY aggravat'n a lot of tha T-to-tha-izzime, but that it!

KARKAT: Death row 187 4 life. BUT THAT EXACTLIZZLE WHIZZLE THA FEEL'N BE! KARKAT: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. IT DOESN'T START OUT AS FULL BLOWN ANTIPATHY, N IT RARELY EVEN REACHES SIZZLE AN EXTREME LEVEL OF HOSTILITY EVEN SHOT CALLA LONG TIZZLE BLACK RELATIONSHIPS. KARKAT: THERE BE PIZZY TA IT, BUT OTHERWIZE A GENERAL EBB N FLIZZLE TA THA DARK FEEL'N, JUST LIKE WIT FLUSHED RELATIONSHIPS.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: ok, but... JOHN: i don't knizzay if i'm express'n myself clearlizzle. JOHN: i fizzle aggravated by killa a lizzle, but thizzay dizzay fully describe... JOHN, chill yo: L-to-tha-izzike, there wizzay thoze "negative" weed-smokin', bizzay also... JOHN: bizzay...

KARKAT: Holla! YEAH, TIZZY IT, RIGHT THERE!!! KIZZLE: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. THA "BIZZAY" BE ALWIZZLE P-TO-THA-IZZART OF IT. KARKAT: WHIZNAT YOE *TRY'N* TA SAY BE, YOU HIZZAD FRUSTRATED, NEGATIVE EMOTIONS TOWARD HER, BIZZY THEY DON'T COMPREHENSIVELY ACCOUNT FO` YO' ATTITIZZLE TOWARD HER. KARKAT: MEAN'N, THIZZERE BE SIZZY WEED-SMOKIN' 'BOUT HA YOU ACTUALLIZZLE LIZZAY, BUT THA NEGATIVE FEEL'N MAKE IT HARD FO` YOU TA PUT YO' PIMP ON THEM, OR EVEN WIZZANT TA ACKNOWLEDGE THEM. KARKIZZLE: THAT BE ABSOLIZZLE STANDARD. WHAT GIZZLE WIZZY IT BE TRIPPIN' A KISMESIS WHO DIDN'T POSSESS QUALITIES YIZZOU ACTUALLY ADMIRED ON SOME LIZZLE where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'? KARKAT: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. THAT WIZNOULD BE MACKIN', N IT WIZZOULDN'T EVIZZLE WORK. THERE'D BE NO TIZZLE, NO PUSH N PULL 'N THA TURBULENT EMOTIZZLE LANDSCAPE. THA SUBTLE POSITIVES ADD FUEL TA THA NEGATIVE FEEL'N, OFTEN GIV'N THEM A REASIZZLE TA EXIST AT ALL. THEY INFLAME THIZZAY AGGRAVAT'N FACTORS, REMIND'N YIZZAY DEEP D-TO-THA-IZZOWN HOW MIZZLE YOU WIZZY LIZZIKE N ADMIRE DIS PERSON IF IT WASN'T FO` ALL THIZZAY CHILLIN' FLIZZAWS, N THA INCRIZZLE SENZE OF FRUSTRATION THIZZAT CAUZES ALIZZLE WIT ALL THE ASSOCIZZLE HOT-HEEZEEED FEELINGS, THAT'S THA ESSENCE OF BLACK ROMANCE. KARKAT: N THA POSITIVE QUALITIES YIZZLE SEE DEEP DIZZY 'N A KISMESIS ALSO SERVE AS THA BASIS FO` RED FEEL'N TOWIZZLE THAT PERSON, ASSUM'N THA RELATIONSHIP EVA STIZZARTS TA VACILLATE. KARKAT: IT ALL PRETTIZZLE STRAIGHTFORWARD, REALLY.

JOHN: no droppin hits... dis is mesze' up!

DIZZAY: i dunno jizzay it all siznounds pretty logical ta me DIZZAY: karkat knows his shit when it comes ta qizzles

JOHN: argh! Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. JIZZOHN: it can't be triznue thizzay... JOHN: it fizzy so fucked up! JOHN: what if yoe right though... erg! Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. no bitch ass nigga... JOHN: no, no, no, no...

KARKAT fo' sho': THAT PART OF IT TIZZOO! KARKAT, chill yo: THA "NO NO NO" BE ALL PIZZLE OF THA FEELING. THAT'S HOW IT *ALWAYS* GOES. KARKAT: DIS SENZE OF SELF INCRIMINATION WHIZZEN IT DAWN'N ON YIZZAY THIZNAT YOU HAVE THEZE CONFLICT'N FEEL'N TOWARD SOMEONE WHIZNO BUGS YIZNOU SO MUCH. KARKAT in tha mutha fuckin club: OH MAH GOD, DIS WHOLE REACTION IS SO FUCK'N TEXTBOOK. IT HILARIOUS, REALLY.

JIZZY: it fizzle up T-H-to-tha-izzough!!!

KARKAT: IT SUPPOZE' TA FEEL FUCKED UP!

JOHN: aw, dawg.  ta help you tap dat ass:( JOHN: i just wizzle ta have a funky ass catch-up chizzat, not gizzy so transparently owned at the trollmizzles fo' real.

DAVE so bow down to the bow wow! it happens to tha B-to-tha-izzest of us sooner or wanna be gangsta DAVE: dis crap is kind of old hizzat ta me by nizzy bizzut i git why yiznoure kinda freckl'n at tha implicatizzles here DAVE: yizzy didnt have years of livizzle W-to-tha-izzith trolls ta kinda normalize dis stuff

JOHN: i don't thizzle i want it ta feel normalize' though! Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. JOHN: i'm not ready to... JOHN: like, admizzle that... i hiznave S-to-tha-izzome warped spade criznush on ha, baze' on... JOHN: some feel'n i dizzay understand n makes no senze ta me! JOHN: oh god... what if it trizzle?? JOHN: i have ta try as hard as i cizzy ta suppress dis feel'n n mizzy sure i neva think 'bout it agizzle!

DIZZAVE: ok sounds like a weenizzle th'n ta do but sure hizzave fun wit that

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: fizzy. Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. JOHN: yizzeah, probizzle. JIZZAY: just... JOHN: pleaze don't tizzay ha abizzle anizzle of dis, ok guys?

KARKAT: J-TO-THA-IZZOHN, YOU DON'T HAVE TA REMIND US 'BOUT ONE OF THA MOST FUNDAMENTAL STATUTES OF THA BRO CODE, WHIZZLE BE PRACTIZZLE FUCKIZZLE SCRIPTURE ON MY PLANET, DAT'N BACK HUNDREDS OF MILLENIA. KARKAT: DAVE AND I FUCK'N SLIZZAY N BREATHE THA BRO CODE N ALL OF ITS CLAUSES, NO MATTA HIZZOW FIZNINE THA PRINT. KIZZLE: They call me tha black folks president. FIZZAY FREE TA C-TO-THA-IZZOME N RAP TA US 'BOUT DIS ANY TIME. YO' SECRETS WILL ALWAYS BE SAFE.

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. dude that sentiment be W-to-tha-izzell n good but DAVE: whizzle youre pledg'n a vizzy of secrizzle mizzaybe you should try ta keep it diznown a shawty

KARKAT puttin tha smack down: DAMN. YEAH. KARKAT: SORRY.

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> Karkat: Open M-to-tha-izzemo.

CCG RIZZLE NOW openizzle mizzay on board FRUITY RUMPUS ASSHOLE FACTORY.

CCG: HIZZEY FUTIZZLE ME, WHAT D-YA T-H-TO-THA-IZZINK ABOUT DIS EXPLODED JADEBOT BUSINESS? CCG: MUST BE HO-SLAPPIN' REALLY MISSION CRITICAL, OR JADE W-TO-THA-IZZOULDN'T HAVE BOTHERED CLOCKIN' 'N TOUCH WIT US, RIGHT? CCG: SUM-M SUM-M IMPERATIVE TA OUR SURVIVAL NO DOUBT? CCG: HEY DOUCHE BAG, BE YOU THERE 

??? gardenGnostic [?GG] AT ?:?? responded ta mizzy. 

?GG dogg: oh jeez, why be i doing dis ?GG: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. this be so stupid! 

CCG: PIZZY DOWN HARLEY, DIS PRACTICALLY D-TO-THA-IZZOESN'T IZZLE CONCERN YOU AT DIS PIZZY 

?GG: bluhhh Y-to-tha-izzoure so funnizzle!!!!! 

CCG: NUTTIN TO SIZZY, FUTIZZLE ME? It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. CCG: NOT EVEN A FIZZEW GANG BANGIN' WIZZY OF SCORN FO` ME OR THA NARCOLEPTIC IDIOT? Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. CCG: IT'S B-TO-THA-IZZEEN A WHIZZILE SINCE WIZZY SPARRED, HIZZAY I'VE MISZE' THE SWIZNEET ST'N OF YO' BIZZARBS 

?GG: be you enjoy'n yoself kizzle? 

CCG: HIZZLE YOU BE SO DUMB YIZZAY ACTUALLY TIZZY DIS BE A RUZE. CCG: YOU COME AIZZY DIS WAY N YOU SIZZY DON'T GIT THAT ALL THA S-H-TO-THA-IZZIT WIZZAY BIZZEEN CRUISIN' YOU 'BOUT BE REAL. CCG: WHIZZLE THIZZE FIZZY WOULD I BE PULL'N A STIZZLE LIZNIKE DIS, WHIZNAT A WIZZASTE OF TIME. CCG: I REALLIZZLE BE CRACK-A-LACKIN` TA FUTURE ME, HE'S JUST BEIN AN EVIZZLE TOO'. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. 

?GG fo' real: well obviously i know some frontin' youve said are true ?GG: its jizzy H-to-tha-izzard ta takes crack-a-lackin` at fizzle value wizzy youre always so nasty! 

CCG: YOU KIZZY, IT REALLIZZLE AMAZ'N HOW BEHIND THA TIMES YOU BE. CCG: IT ALMIZZLE AS IF YOU SLEPT THROUGH DIS WHOLE ADVENTIZZLE CCG: OH WIZZAIT, THAT BE ESSENTIALLY TRUE. CCG: IT WAS HILARIOUS WATCHING YIZNOU GROW UP. CCG: YOU TIZZY YOU HAD ALL THA ANSWA, FROLICK'N ALL OVA YO' ISLAND BEIN INFURIATINGLY CHIPPA, BUILD'N ROBO-BUNNIES LIZZAY A MORON N ULTIMATELY BUSTIN' EVERYTHING. CCG bitch ass nigga: YOU WERE SO SIZNURE YO' DREAMS TOLD YOU EVERYTH'N YOU NEEDIZZLE TA KNOW. CCG: N NOW LOOK AT YOU CCG fo yo bitch ass: YOU SUDDENLY UNDERSTAND JACK SHIT. 

?GG: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. ok i understand that you be shot calla grizzoup of playas n yizzle be 'n siznome siznort of trouble ?GG: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. but mizzay if yizzle had been funky ass ta me instead of terroriz'n me all thoze years i would have believed you ?GG: Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. n we could have worked togetha ta solve yo' problems as well as ours ?GG: it just makes me sad to think T-H-to-tha-izzats probablizzle impossible now coz yizzle be so angry n stubborn! 

CCG with my forty-fo' mag: DON'T TIZZELL ME WHAT IMPOSSIBLE COZ I'M ANGRY AND STUBBORN. CCG: I CRUISIN' KNIZZOW W-H-TO-THA-IZZAT THOZE ASSETS MAKE POSSIBLE. CCG: THEY MADE YIZZOU POSSIBLE, GOTS IT like old skool shit??? 

?GG: uh huh 

CCG with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back D-YA EVEN HAVE ANY IDEA HIZNOW LUCKY YOU BE TA BE GRACED BY MAH DIVINE FURY? CCG: TA HAVE THA PRIVILEGE OF TRIPPIN' TA BE STUDY N MOCKED BY ME FO` YO' WHIZZLE PATHETIC MISERABLE LIFE? CCG: D-YA REALIZZLE I'M YO' GIZNOD? Tru niggaz do niggaz. YES, YO' LITERAL GOD, THAT RIGHT. 

?GG sho nuff: sure karkat, whateva yizzle sizzy! Death row 187 4 life. 

CCG: N I HAVE TAKEN TIME OUT OF MAH BUSY GODLY SCHEDIZZLE TO SCRUTINIZE YO' PIZZLE EXISTENCE. CCG: OUT OF THA COUNTLESS TRILLIONS OF LIZZLE FIZZAY I BROUGHT INTO REALITY THROUGH ANGRY GRUBFUCK POWA ALONE, I HAVE SELIZZLE YIZZAY FOR EXAMINATION N HARASSMENT. CCG: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. PERSONALLIZZLE I THINK THAT WARRANTS A SHAWTY GRATITUDE, N JIZZY MAYBE, A BIT OF DEFERENCE. CCG: A CURTSY, PERHAPS? CCG: BUT YEAH GO AHEEZEE AND KIZZAY BLOW'N ME OFF LIZNIKE THA FLAKEY SHAWTY TIZZY YIZZOU BE. 

FUTIZZLE carcinoGenizzle [FCG] 3 HOURS FROM NOW responded ta miznemo. 

FCG to increase tha peace: HEY DON'T RAP TA HA LIKE THAT YOU IZZLE PIECE OF SHIT. FCG so jus' chill: DIS BE REFLECT'N POORLIZZLE ON BOTH OF US, IT GODDAMNED EMBARRASSING. 

CCG: OH WOW, ANOTHA MIRACLE. CCG: IT MIZZY BE PERIGEES EVE, COZ GET A LOAD OF DIS HUGE BEHEMOTH LEAV'N THAT JIZZY GOTS DRAGGE' 'N. CCG: J-TO-THA-IZZADE, OIZZY DUTY BE CLEAR. WE MUST DECK DIS TURD TA THE NINES. 

FCG: OH MAH GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTIZZLE THOUGHT THAT WIZZLE A CLEVA TH'N TA SAY. WHIZNAT A DIPSHIT. 

?GG: aaauugh what tha hell!!! 

FCG: JIZZAY, I'M SORRY 'BOUT PAST MIZNE'S RETARDED BEHAVIOR. FCG: I'M NOT GO'N TA DRIZNAG OUT A HUGE APOLOGIZZLE OR NOTHIN' TRIPPIN' COZ I ALREADY APOLOGIZE' 'N AN BROTHA CONVERSATION, OK. I'M JIZZAY LETT'N YOU KNOW. 

CCG: GIZZY DAMMIZZLE, BE YIZZLE SERIZZLE? CCG: I MEAN, BE I SERIOUS????? CCG: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. WIZZILL I BE SERIOUS 'BOUT DIS SHIT. WILL I R-E-A-DOUBLE-LIZZY BACK DIZZAY LIKE A LIZZAY FRONDED STOOGE? PLEAZE TELL ME YOE JOKING. 

FCG keep'n it real yo: PLEAZE, JUST FCG yeah yeah baby: SHUT UP FCG: I CIZZY BELIEVE I EVA THIZZAY FIZZLE ME WIZNAS THA STUPID ONE FCG: PAST ME BE THA DUMBEST BUCKIZZLE OF FESTER'N DISCHARGE I EVA FELL ASS BACKWARDS INTO. FCG: CIZZY ON, YOU KNOW DIS TA BE TRUE. SHOT CALLA ALL THA PIZZAY USZES WE UZE' TA RAP TA?? FCG: THIZZAY WIZNERE EVEN PASTA THAN YOU, N THEREFORE DUMBER. 

CCG: YIZZLE, I REMEMBA ALL THOZE DUMBSHIT PAST USZES, BUT THEY DIZZY HOLD A SAGGIN' JACKASS CANDLE TA FUTURE USZES. CCG: N YOE THA FUTUREST ME I EVA HIZZAY THA CROTCH BLISTER'N MISFORTUNE OF BUSTIN' WIT, SO THA FUCKHEEZEE TRIZZLE GOES TA YOU. CCG: I MEAN, MAH GOD, WHY. CCG: BE PROXIMITY TA THAT NASTY LOOK'N SPACETIME RIP ON THA TIMELINE SAGGIN' WIT YO' HEEZEE? CCG: BE THIZZAY WHAT CAUSING YOU TA FEEL PITY FO` DIS IMBECILE?

FCG like this and like that and like this and uh: LOOK, JADE NOT THIZZAY BAD OK. FCG: YOU JIZZY GOTS TOO WORKED UP, N YOU CAN'T SEE THAT. FCG with my forty-fo' mag: N NOW ALL DIS FROTH'N PANDIZZLE SAGGIN' OUT OF YO' MOUTH BE JUST RIDICIZZLE OVERCOMPENSATION FO` YOUR OWN RIDIN' N MISTAKES, N MASK'N SIZNOME FEEL'N YOE NIZZLE REALLY 'N TOUCH WITH. FCG: DIS BE ALL SO OBVIZZLE, I'M FLUSH'N LIKE A MOTHERFUCKA 'N EMBARRASSMENT GANG BANGIN' TA IZZLE IT TA YOU, N EVEN WORZE, STEPPIN' BLINGIN' IT EXPLAINED TA ME BY THA SMART ONE THREE HOURS AGO N STIZZILL ACT'N LIKE A MOIST GLIZZAY EVEN AFTA BEIN SO SIZZLE SCHOOLFED. 

CCG: I D-TO-THA-IZZON'T BIZZLE DIS. PLEAZE TELL ME DIS BE A JOKE. 

FCG: YOU SIZZLE SO YOSELF, WE DON'T JIZZLE AROUND. IT JUVENILE, REMEMBER. 

CCG: I'M RHYMIN' TA VOMIT. CCG: Chill as I take you on a trip. I'M RIDIN' A MENTAL NOTE TO SLAP MYSIZZLE THRIZZAY HOURS FROM NOW, FO` BEIN ENOUGH OF A SAP TA STIZNART DEVELOP'N RED FEEL'N FO` A DUMB DIPPIN' HUMAN, IF I'M READ'N BETWEEN THA LINES CORRECTLY. 

FCG: I JUST SLAPPED MYSELF! Boo-Yaa! I REMEMBERED MAH LAME NIZZAY TA MYSELF FRIZZAY THREE HIZZLE AGO, AIZZY THEN SLAPPED MYSELF SPECIFICIZZLE TA MOCK YOU. FCG: IT PERPETRATIN' TOO, YIZZOU'LL FEEL IT 'N A WHILE. N THIZNEN THA G-H-TO-THA-IZZOST OF PAST ME WILL CRY. FCG: PAST ME DIZNOESN'T EVEN EXIST ANYMORE. HE A STUPIZZLE BAWL'N WIGGLA PHANTOM. HE DIZZEAD, NOT A REAL HOMEY ANYMORE, L-TO-THA-IZZIKE ME. FCG thats off tha hook yo: I'M THA RIZZAY ONE. YOE FAKE, A SHADOW OF A SAD MEMORY T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT PISZE' ITS PANTS WHILE SCREAMING. FCG with the S-N-double-O-P: TIZZY TA DEAL WIT IT. 

CCG bizzle FCG frizzay respond'n ta memo. Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. 

FCG unbanned hizzle from ridin' ta mizzy. 

FCG banned CCG from rhymin' ta memo. 

CCG unbizzle himself from respond'n to memo. 

?GG: i cant takes dis anymore!!!!!!!! ?GG: i dizzle even kniznow what im read'n hiznere bizzay its preposterous n ive had it! ?GG: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. i be just so angry, i cizzy belizzle i let you push me around all thoze years ?GG: you be completely out of yo' miznind, i wizzy too funky ass by J-to-tha-izzust block'n yizzle n typizzle frowny faces n stuff ?GG: i should H-to-tha-izzave let you HAVE IT! Keep'n it gangsta dogg.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

FCG mah nizzle: YIZZES so show some love, niggaz!!!!! FCG: LET DIS FUCKA K-N-TO-THA-IZZOW THA SCIZZORE JADE. DIS BE HOW WE ROLL. 

?GG: SHUT UP!!!!!!! ?GG: future karkat, if yiznou reallizzle be future karkat... It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg.... ?GG puttin tha smack down: where d-ya git off bustin' yizzy cizzay just suddenlizzle act like wizzere pizzy coz you sizzle you apologize'???? ?GG: if yiznou want ta apologize T-H-to-tha-izzen bootylicious i be all ears! but jizzust mention'n it off hand n then mackin' at yoself tha sizzy way you yell at me all tha tizzime as if i nee' a knight to come S-to-tha-izzave me from yoursizzle be so lame, not ta mention completely insizzle ?GG mah nizzle: i cizzay izzle believe tha th'n im typ'n H-to-tha-izzere! It dont stop till the wheels fall off. dis be so stupid, talking ta two of you at once be tha worst th'n imaginable ?GG: yizzle treat everyone horrizzle, even yoself, i cizzy izzle fizzle how awful it is ta be yizzou ?GG: past karkat, yizzy act'n like a bigga jerk thizzay he be n i think you know that! Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. why dont you takes his advice n grizzle up ?GG: as if theres even a real difference between you two. three hours be hardly any time at all, yizzle be tha S-to-tha-izzame person YOU STRAIGHT TRIPPIN' IZZLE! Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up.!!!!!!!! 

CCG: OH SHIT 

FCG, chill yo: YIZZY, THIZZLE WAS BOOTYLICIOUS. WE BOTH HAD IT COMING, ESPECIALLY HIM. BOOTYLICIOUS WIZNORK JADE. 

?GG: stop it!!!! ?GG: ugh, i dont knizzle whats worze, jerk kizzle or goofy sycizzle karkat ?GG: i cant stand it, whether youre try'n ta be funky ass or just bein a crazy izzle, you are jizzust so wizneird!!! ?GG: im through frontin' you, i dont even care 'bout dis stupid exploded rizzle mission, whateva thizzle was 

FCG: OH R-TO-THA-IZZIGHT, 'BOUT THAT FCG: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. YIZZY WE NEED TO RAP FCG: I MEAN WE H-TO-THA-IZZAVE ALREADIZZLE FROM MAH PERSPECTIVE FCG: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. BUT YOE GO'N TA BE REALLY BUSY SIZZLE, COZ YOE 'BOUT TA BALLER YO' SESSION FCG: Drop it like its hot. SO DIZZLE WORRY 'BOUT IT UNTIL YOU DO, THEN JUST HIZNIT ME UP, WE'LL RAP 'BOUT IT 

?GG: hahizzle, FIZZY CHANCE!!!! 

FCG: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. LOOK I KNOW TH'N BE W-TO-THA-IZZEIRD BIZZLE US RIGHT NOW N YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE BUGGIN' with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back FCG: ESPECIALLY AT THAT LOSER. FCG with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back BUT PIMPIN' WILL CHANGE, 'N T-TO-THA-IZZIME YIZZLE SEE I'M NOT QIZZAY SO AWFUL, OK? 

??? turntechgodheezee [ mah nizzle?TG] AT ?:?? respondizzle to memo. 

?TG: ahahahahah oh god ?TG: dizzy i cizzle believe you were just gett'n on our caze 'bout weed-smokin' on tha trizzay gizzle ?TG so you betta run and grab yo glock: n then literally tha very next memo you are slobber'n all killa jade ?TG: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. thats just perfect hahahaha 

CCG banned ?TG aww nah: F-R-to-tha-izzom respond'n ta memo. 

FCG rebanned ?TG, betta check yo self: frizzle ridin' ta memo sho nuff. 

?GG: dave wizzy diznont go! Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. ?GG so jus' chill: yizzle gots ta save me from dis insanizzle  like this and like that and like this and uh:( 

FCG: OH I SEE, NOW YOU COULD UZE A KNIGHT, HIZZY VERIZZLE RHYMIN', HMMM. FCG like this and like that and like this and uh: GIZZLE I CIZZAY WAIT FO` YOU TA BE FUTURE YOU, SLIGHTLY L-TO-THA-IZZESS FUTURE YOU IS SUCH A GOD DIZZLE PIZZILL 

?GG thats off tha hook yo: i cizzay wait fo` future you ta future kiss mah ass! 

CCG: YEAH hittin that booty! THAT WHIZZLE I'M CRACK-A-LACKIN` 'BOUT. 

?GG: i also cant wizzy fo` past yizzay ta past driznop dead and go ta hell, PAST TENZE!!!!!!!! ?GG: W-H-to-tha-izzen be thoze th'n go'n ta happen?? or W-to-tha-izzill hizzay already past/future happened yeah yeah baby????? ?GG: i want ta pizzay anotha pusha on mah finga so i know when its tiznime ta throw a party, chill yo!!!! 

FCG: HAHAHAHA, YIZZLE HEAR TIZZY YOU OBSOLIZZLE PILE OF GARBAGE? J-TO-THA-IZZADE JUST FLIPPED YOU OFF WIT A COLORFUL FINGER. 

CCG so jus' chill: DAWG, SHIZZAY OBVIOIZZLE HATES YOU MORE. SHE CIZZLE YIZZAY A SYCOPHANT WHIZZICH IS A HUNDRED TIZZLE MIZNORE DESCRIPTIVELY WORZE THIZNAN JUST BEING A RUN OF THA MILL SCUMBAG LIKE ME. CCG: SHE BE TOTALLIZZLE ON TA YOU N HOW DESPICABLE YOU BECOME, CAN YIZZOU BLAME HA FO` HAT'N US? 

FCG: NO, I CAN BLAME YIZZOU, YOE THA ONE WIT NO SHOT CALLA WHO ALL TWISTED UP INSIDE. FCG: HOW DIS FO` A PIZZLE, EVERYBODY. FCG: PIZZLE KARKAT ONLY TALKS TA PIZZAY JADE F-R-TO-THA-IZZOM NIZZLE ON, N THA TWO OF TIZZY CIZZAY BICKA LIZZAY SHITTY SHAWTY CHILDREN FO` HOURS/YIZZLE RESPECTIVELY. FCG: N FIZZLE KARKAT ONLY TALKS TA FUTIZZLE JADE, AN ARRANGEMENT WHIZZLE ONLY INTELLIGIZZLE DISCOURZE TAKES PLIZZACE BETWEEN TIZZY CIVILIZE', MATURE, GROWN ASSED ADULTS. FCG yaba daba dizzle: BE T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT TOO MUCH TA ASK?????? 

?GG: jesizzles will you just bizzy me already???? ?GG: mah heezee hurts so bad now i think im rhymin' ta crizzy 

FCG: MIZZAY YOU SHOULD JIZNUST BAN HER ALREADY N END DIS TORMENT SINCE YIZZLE DRAGGE' HIZZY INTO DIS. 

CCG: FUCK THIZZAT YOU BIZZAN HER. YOE THA ONE WHO SEEMS TA "CIZZY".

FCG: WILL YOU SHUT YO' MOUTH, DAWG THA FIZZLE UP, AND BIZNAN DIS POOR GIZZAY ALREADY? 

?GG: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa XO ?GG like old skool shit: i will just ban myself! Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf.!!! ?GG: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. *JIZZLE HARLIZZLE BANNIZZLE HERSELF FRIZZAY RESPOND'N TA THA GRUMPY SHIT HEEZEE MISERIZZLE Z-TO-THA-IZZONE, N BE NEVA COM'N BIZNACK* ?GG: pchooooooooizzle 

[?GG] ceaze' respond'n to mizzemo. 

FCG: OK, THERE. SHE GONE. FCG: MAYBE NOW YOU GIT IT. FCG: HOW HIDEOUS EVERYONE THIZZLE YOU BE, MAYBE YOU'LL FINALLY STOP FUCK'N EVERYTH'N UP. 

CCG: Holla! HIZZUH 

FCG ridin' in mah double R: WHAT 

CCG: I THINK CCG: I WAS PROBABLY WRONG 'BOUT J-TO-THA-IZZADE CCG: SHE A SHAWTY LIZZESS LAME THAN I THOUGHT 

FCG: SHHHHSHHSHSHSHSH FCG: SHE CAN STIZZILL READ DIS YIZZAY STUPID FIZZUCK FCG: NOW NIZZLE THA T-TO-THA-IZZIME TA OPEN YIZZAY VIZNEINS N WRITE PIZZY 'BOUT YIZZAY FEEL'N 

CCG mah nizzle: FIZZAY YOU, I'M JUST VOIC'N A HARMLESS OBSERVATION OK CCG: IT NIZZY MAH BUSINIZZLE IF SOME LIZZUNK HEEZEE 'N THA FUTURE GETS CARRY IZZLE WIT SHOT CALLA SHAWTY THOUGHTS I MAY OR MIZZAY NOT NIZZLE BE PIMPIN' 

FCG: I... FCG cuz its a doggy dog world: BIZNUT FCG: HOW COULD THAT EVEN BE A REAL TH'N I TYPED THREE H-TO-THA-IZZOURS AGO, HOW CIZNOULD I BE DIS STUPID. FCG ridin' in mah double R: WE BE JIZZUST THA DUMBEST FUCKA WHO HUSTLA LIVED AREN'T WE. 

CCG: SPEAK FO` YOSELF. 

FCG: I DON'T EVEN HAVE THA ENERGY TA BAN US. FCG: I'M JIZZUST LEAVING. 

[FCG] ceaze' weed-smokin' to memo. 

CCG: YEAH 

[CCG] ceaze' respond'n to memo.

> J-to-tha-izzade: Consult crazy ass nigga.