#hideous snobs

[winepresswrath]

blithely ignoring my own complicated feelings about season one and also all signs that season two is going to be a shitshow to amcwtv post about how I am still sad that they took out one of my favourite Loustat beats (Louis looking down on Lestat for being a gold digging low class illiterate farmboy) out of the show. What of the trashy bimbo Lestat who lives in Louis' head paying rent in very specific ways? Lestat having his own money in that era & being some outward embodiment of institutional power feels like fanfic Lestat would write and I don't like it. However! We can still capitalize on one of my other favourite beats and have Louis completely take Lestat's dad's side in their sadly posthumous but I presume still ongoing-in-Lestat's head conflict. Lestat's dad being dead doesn't mean Louis can't judge Lestat for being a heartless and patricidal to a nice old man while Lestat writhes because he's actually embarrassed that he couldn't bring himself to kill his father even though he sucked. Bring Gabrielle into it in the worst ways. Bring Claudia into it so she can have her own justified patricidal feelings. Let's go give it to me.

[skenpiel]

the greatest thing homestuck ever did for us was invent tricksters, thus letting us all design cute candy themed outfits for any and all characters even though the actual canonical designs looked like complete total fucking garbage

[devouringbodies]

Wait a minute so they only released bones and all on bluray?? They didn't even bother to produce dvds??? That's so rancid.

[kcscribbler]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged as always by @elodiah.

More Storyteller cutscene shenanigans, because nothing else is cooperating with me right now.

Loki looks up when a plastic tray – black, he notes absently, instead of the hideous orange of the primary TVA’s cafeteria – hits the table across from him, and then double-takes. “You’re not Mobius.” “Clearly.” The young agent Loki is unfamiliar with, who seems to be part of Mobius’ inner circle in this new TVA, looks down at him over a pair of dark glasses. She sets a padded electronics sleeve down as well, but doesn’t take the seat yet. “He’s been detained. Special council meeting. I was asked to let you know. Would you prefer to eat alone?” From their brief interactions to date, Loki has found this woman to be refreshingly direct. She also appears to know more than most about the inner workings of this place; and particularly, about Mobius. And Loki is not above pressing a strategic advantage, when the opportunity literally walks up to him. Blackmail material is always worth acquiring for future use. He gestures toward the seat with a dramatic flourish. “Please, be my guest.” As she sits, Loki puts his glass down, frowning as the words belatedly register. “A special council meeting?” “Actually necessary. They’re usually tactical in nature, multiversal war strategy.” She twists the lid from a container of salad – not the boring (“it’s classic, you royal snob”) kind Mobius enjoys, but some elevated version containing what look like nuts and sliced strawberries amid the mixture of green leaves, as well as some kind of crumbling cheese. “But they’re always long. We won’t see him for at least three hours.” Loki’s eyebrow inclines slightly. “Does this special council of yours have a regular habit of holding their meetings with no regard for the work and break times of their satellite branch?” A loud snort. “You could say that.” Octavia spears a chunk of lettuce with her fork and then points it at him. “Which is why I sent someone after him. We actually have a special protocol for these things, Protocol J.” “Indeed?” “Oh, yes. Some asshole in a Santa Monica Jamba Juice is wondering where his smoothie went, right about now.”

No-pressure tags! @lokimobius @dilfmobius @thosegayoldmen @in-my-loki-feels @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

@impulsemuppet @asoeiki @natendo-art @boredintjqueen @wolfpup026

@thewildballyntynesgrow @justabigoldnerd @andthekitchensinkao3 @scifikimmi @insomniaflarrow Whatcha workin' on?

[karvroom]

10 Things I Hate About Katsuki Bakugo

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⇦ 002. Your Overgrown Hatred for Assholes

003. French is the Language of Love

Kirishima was a quiet, but friendly boy who transferred from another school due to his dad's military career. U.A. was going to be the ninth school he's been to in the past ten years.

As a new student, he needed a mentor or someone to give him a tour of the large campus. Sero was assigned to show him around. They quickly became buddies after Sero's break down on the various cliques that occupied the school’s grounds.

Sero noticed Kirishima's aloof demeanor as he came to a stop. His eyes followed the red-head's. From the moment Kirishima saw Mina walking through the halls of U.A., he knew he had to have her. He was head over heels just by observing the way she walked and talked with her friends. Kirishima didn't care what everyone else said about her; she was a conceited, childish girl who would never date because of her father's house rules.

Of course, he was devastated to hear this at first. Alas, Kirishima wasn't one to give up so easily. It wouldn't be manly to allow a woman so stylishly wide-eyed and incredibly attractive to be swooned by a troll such as Kaminari and let him get away with it.

Once Sero mentioned Mina needed a French tutor, he knew that was his way in. Him and Sero devised of a brilliant plan: he would become a tutor for those who needed help in French. No, he didn't know the rich and melodic language , but he was willing to do anything just to grab Mina's attention from the snob, Denki Kaminari.

Kirishima was brought to when a bright red satchel was slammed onto the space next to him. His gaze followed the young lady that swiftly sat in the chair, folding one arm over the other, "Hi. Can we make this quick? Roxanne Corinne and Andrew Jarrett are having an incredibly horrendous public break-up on the quad, again."

"Oh, yeah, um, okay. I thought that we'd, um start with pronunciation, if that's all right with you." Why was he stuttering? Kirishima had never been this nervous before. He played with his fingers, feeling how sweaty his palms were. He felt like she could see right through him as her yellow irises grew.

Mina sighed, slumping her seat from the boredom that hit her, "Not the hacking and gagging and spitting part, please."

"Well, uh, there is an alternative."

"There is?" She smiled at the cloudy suggestion.

"Yeah. French food." Kirishima gulped, looking in every which way but Mina's. His cheeks flashed a color of pink as he continued, "We could eat some together, uh, Saturday night?"

"You're asking me out?" A sweet smile creeped onto Mina's face, revealing her pearly whites. The outer corners of her eyes scrunched together, "That's so cute. What's your name again?"

Kirishima moved his hands under the table, nervously fiddling with his sweaty fingers. He didn't know what he was doing. He was completely winging the entire thing, hoping she would say yes.

The red-head abashedly rubbed the nape of his neck as he stated his name, "Kirishima. Listen, I know that your dad doesn't let you date, but I thought that if it was for French class—"

Mina's face "Oh, wait a minute. Kelvin—"

"Kirishima." He kindly corrected, huffing at Mina's slight mispronunciation of his name.

"My dad just came up with a new rule. I can date when my sister does." Mina chimed, tapping her fingers against the light wood of the table. She kicked her feet beneath the table, glowing at the fact.

"You're kidding." Kirishima's heart began pounding out of his chest. He could hear the rhythmic sound in his ears, as he stared at Mina in absolute awe. He continued, "Let me ask you, do you like sailing? 'Cause I read about this place that rents out boats—"

"A beaucoup problemo, Kirkman. In case you haven't heard, my sister's a particularly hideous breed of loser."

Kirishima swallowed, not even bothering to remediate Mina once more. The lines on his forehead signified his concerns, realizing it wasn't as easy as he had wished to get the girl of his dreams. "Yeah. Yeah, I noticed she's a little antisocial. Why is that?"

"Unsolved mystery." Mina shrugged, her lips tightening into a thin line. "She used to be really popular, and then it was like she got sick of it or something. Theories abound as to why, but I'm pretty sure she's just incapable of human interaction. Plus, she's a bitch."

Kirishima was slightly shocked at how easy it was to get your sister to bad mouth you. He didn't expect it from someone so bubbly. Kirishima especially didn't expect the insults thrown to your name. He thought sisters were supposed to look out for each other, but no, Mina wasn't exactly the biggest fan of you.

"Well, yeah, but I'm sure, you know, that there are lots of guys who wouldn't mind going out with a difficult woman." Kirishima tried shedding some light on the situation, finding it hard to believe you were completely un-dateable. "I mean, you know, people jump out of airplanes and ski off cliffs. It's be like "Extreme Dating"."

"You think you could find someone that extreme?"

Kirishima smiled, realizing a plan was starting to come together, all he had to do was take action. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

"And you'd do that for me?" Mina put a hand on Kirishima's forearm. He thought he might explode in that moment. Suddenly, he felt more ecstatic.

"Hell, yes!" Kirishima shouted louder than he should've in the library, causing a few students to shush him. He shook his head, looking away from Mina as he brought his tone down a few notches, "I mean, you know, I could look into it."

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⇨ 004. An Idiot with Money

taglist🫐 @katsukota @wheezdostuff @honeydwitch @chuugarettes

[thepalerimitation]

Let Me See Some Hands:

Why SydCarmy is the most controversial dish served on the Bear

When the Bear came out, I didn’t watch it. The most I heard, it was a show about line cooks and it had the guy from Shameless. I wasn’t interested, I’m a self proclaimed cooking snob and wanted to see a tv show that had a little more flair in cooking.

But then it was 9 pm, and I was bored.

BAM!

I watched both seasons in a week.

I was obsessed, I was absorbed, and I was deeply and truly in love. The show captured everything gritty and everything beautiful with both hands and threw them into a pan to sear at high heat. It was sexy, it was hideous, and it was mind blowing.

Then the age old question.

What’s going on with those two?

Sydney Adamu, the raw ambition and talent to Carmy Berzatto’s genius and finesse. They’re well matched in the nonstop heat of the kitchen, with an easy dynamic that snags on their jagged edges like fabric on a nail.

In the first season, they’re awkward and magnetic, drifting together and falling apart, shattering and putting the pieces back together. By the second season, they’re starting to click. They dress the same, they finish each other’s sentences, and they argue like people who have known each other for twenty years.

So yes, I did pose that particularly debase question.

Can men and women be friends?

It’s a question that gets thrown in front of the runaway train. It’s the conversation-ender and argument-starter. It’s dynamite. It’s catnip.

The warning signs were there. Shots that focused for a beat too long on him looking at her, or her looking at him. Her embarrassingly admitting he made her favorite dish of all time. Their sign language communication. The season two conflict as a girlfriend was thrown in the mix with Sydney flatly saying “I need your focus, I can’t share, I’m sorry.” I’ll admit, I’ve made more out of less.

But what’s the counter argument?

Well, for one, the girlfriend. Claire (no last name), a nurse and childhood friend who approaches him at a grocery store. She asks for his number, he gives her a fake one. She finds his number anyways and calls him.

Yeah…

There’s some moral arguments. As coworkers, a romantic relationship would be inappropriate. As partners in the restaurants, a romantic relationship could fracture the Bear. Then there’s the purist argument. It’s a cooking show about found family! Let it be that. Romance doesn’t have to be in everything.

“Well gee, which do you think people are pro or anti SydCarmy?”

Well I can tell you why I’m pro.

To me, romance doesn’t demand satisfaction. There’s no need for boyfriend/girlfriend hand holding and playful arguments about doing the dishes. I’d like a kiss, but I’ll take a heated conversation in the walk-in and longing glance.

They’re young and crazy, and HR violations can shove it.

But I also think romance has killed some excellent plots.

Platonic representation is important, especially male-female relationships. I think a lot of platonic relationships are fetishized in media or misinterpreted to add intrigue or interest to audiences.

But can Syd and Carmy be friends?

The short answer?

Who Cares?

The long answer?

Whatever Storer’s design for the show, whether he moves forward in the unclear relationship between Syd and Carmy or buckles down on either platonic or romantic, he’s definitely won.

The show has buzz. It’s got attention and heat.

You hate the romance, so you watch it to prove it’s not there. You love the romance, so you watch it to prove it IS there. You’re curious because every news site talks about it, so you just have to watch it.

Even I’ll admit, I’ve rewatched it and stayed hooked to prove my little delusion. (And because it’s beautifully acted, but who cares about that).

So whether you’re pro or against, just remember:

There is no controversy that wasn’t first stirred up by a clever strategist.

[rafesveryrealgf]

Never been kissed

(Rafe x kook!reader)

Warning: NON CANON, minor!rafe x minor!reader, kissing.

Synopsis: You, and your best friend, Rafe, are 15 yrs old. The summer going into 10th grade, You were hanging out when the topic took a turn, and Rafe asked you about your first kiss. You felt embarrassed that you still hadn’t had your first kiss so, Rafe thought it would be a good idea to get it over with so you didn’t have to go into 10th grade still not having experienced a first kiss.

You, and Rafe had been hanging out at his place for the whole summer, and you never once got tired of it.

Rafe was your best friend; your only best friend, and there wasn’t a damn thing you couldn’t trust him with. He was a good friend, and always had your back. When the other Kooks would pick on you, he’d be right there to defend you.

Having Rafe by your side was a good thing, he was the king kook, but it had its down sides. Due to you and Rafe being best friends, you two were practically inseparable so, with that being said, no guys would even come close to you. They were all afraid Rafe had his eyes on you already, and didn’t want to be Rafe’s next victim.

Today, you and Rafe were hanging out at his house, in his room.

You were sitting on his bed, leaned up against his headboard with your legs criss crossed, twiddling your fingers while Rafe was busy digging through his closet.

“Does this outfit look okay,” He came out, and held up a baby blue collared shirt on a hanger, with khaki shorts hanging just below. “Y’know for the first day of school?”

“Rafe, it looks like every other outfit you own, the only difference is the color.” You chuckled.

He rolled his eyes at you.

“Yeah, whatever. I don’t care for your opinion any way.” He joked.

“Who’re you trying to impress?” You tilted your head with a smile.

“No one,” He answered quickly, eyeing you harshly as you joked.

He turned around and went back into his closet to neatly put the clothes away.

He walked back out and sat in front of you, on the bed.

“Oh c’mon. There’s absolutely no one at our school that you’re interested in?” You leaned forward, grabbing his hand and began tossing it up, and down, making his arm do the ‘worm’, hoping for some answers.

“No,” he chuckled.

You frowned at his answer, giving the puppy dogs at him so he’d fold.

“Well,” he dragged out. “I dunno.”

Your shoulders fell.

“Stop asking me about girls,” he pushed your shoulder back in a playful way, and chuckled. “I’m sure you like tons of guys so, tell me about them.”

“All the guys at our school are hideous snobs, Rafe.” You snickered at him.

“Hey! I go there, asshole.” He tackled you into the bed, tickling you, until you begged for him to stop.

“Obviously not you.” You breathed out. “I don’t find many of them attractive, and I think they feel the same about me.”

“Why do you feel that way?” He furrowed his brows at you, genuinely wanting to know.

You sighed, sitting up. “I mean, it’s obvious. People our age are like…having sex, and I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.” You frowned.

“Wait, what?” He eyed you deeply, as if he were taken aback by your response. “You haven’t had your first kiss?” He chuckled.

“Yeah.. I mean it’s super embarrassing, I know.”

“No. No, it’s not y/n. Some guys actually prefer their girl…untouched, y’know.” He patted your thigh in a comforting way.

“Ugh…but I feel like a loser.” You huffed, face now slowly turning red.

You were slowly regretting telling Rafe you hadn’t had your first kiss, only because instead of teasing you, it seemed he had actually felt bad for you. Which was somehow far worse than him just teasing you about it.

“You know..if you want..,” He pinched his eyes closed, and pursed his lips together as if he were about to say something he’d regret. “I can help.”

You both looked at each other quickly, before you began laughing, uncontrollably. But he kept a straight face, which quickly helped you realize he wasn’t joking.

“Look, it’s weird.. trust me, I know,” he said.

He straightened his body on your bed to propose his idea. “…but we’re best friends, so, I’m willing to take one for the team,” He smirked before continuing. “So you don’t have to walk into tenth grade looking like a loser.”

You could tell he was joking at the last part, but every thing he said before ‘looking like a loser’ had seemed very serious.

What was so bad about kissing Rafe any way? He was a good ass friend to you, and here he was offering himself to you so you didn’t have to feel shitty about not having your first kiss. It’s not like the kiss would mean something to either of you any way, so why not?

“Okay, but.. I don’t exactly know how to either.” You said, clasping your hands together, and pursing your lips.

“That’s okay, I can teach you.” He shrugged.

You hesitated for a second then nodded.

He scooted closer to you, and soon after, brought one hand to your cheek.

You both leaned in,

And just when he got inches away from your face, you snorted. You couldn’t contain your laugh. And to be quite frank it was awkward. This was your best friend that you were about to kiss, and never in a million years would you have thought that this would ever happen.

“Y/n, be serious.” He rolled his eyes.

At this point Rafe was more adamant on kissing you than you were him.

“Okay, okay. I’m ready.” You giggled one last time before straightening yourself out.

He leaned back in, and you closed your eyes. this time, your lips connected.

You were confused on what to do with your hands so they sat neatly in your lap while his hands were caressing your face.

Your lips were still, while his were going all over the place, his head tilting to each side with every couple of kisses.

Even though this was supposed to be purely platonic, you couldn’t help but feel jitters in your stomach. Your cheeks were now feeling warm, as you began to kiss back. Your heart tightened when he swiped his tongue between your lips. And not long after you got the hang of it, you began swiping your tongue between his lips too.

The kiss was only supposed to last a second, but turned into a full blown make out session, and you were confused, but nonetheless, enjoying it. Rafe kissing you the way he did had unleashed feelings towards him that you hadn’t seen or felt before.

He pulled away from your lips with his hands still placed on your cheeks.

“And…” he drawled, his face falling into a smirk as he looked into your eyes. “Just like that.”

You never noticed how hypnotizing his piercing blue eyes were until you found yourself unable to look away from them.

You then leaned in for another kiss.

[beach-bear-enjoyer]

be honest chat is this choker absolutely hideous or am i an ungrateful snob

[hplovecraftmuseum]

If as I have proposed numerous times in our exhibits here Lovecraft loved order, beauty, honor, and refined culture, why does he write of these things always in a state of decline? HPL loved visiting public museums, yet he ghost wrote THE HORROR IN THE MUSEUM for a client. He loved gardens, yet THE GARDEN OF YIN ends with a person eventually trapped inside a walled garden. Lovecraft appreciated those elements of Classical Architecture which he saw in the Georgian structures of his native New England. He despised the jumbled Victorian houses that rose up in the Federal Hill district of Providence. He wrote repeatedly of hideous ruins and moldering structures defying logic and natural law in his tales. Lovecraft never drank alcohol in his life or used any mind-altering drugs, but drunken persons and drug users appear several times in his stories. For Lovecraft what set humans apart from animals was 'culture'. By that I do not mean money or social status alone. Lovecraft hated the pretentious, the uncouth wealthy, the snobs who cover themselves in a thin varnish of refined appearance. Being a lady or gentlemen to him was not a pose. For most of Lovecraft's adult life he lived very close to poverty. Prisoners in most institutions likely ate more nourishing meals than he. His clothing was sometimes threadbare, but he always tried to appear neatly dressed and almost always wore a suit and tie. Some have asked why he did not make a more practical effort to write fiction for money. They say he wasted so much of his time writing letters - some of them incredibly long - to friends and associates. It might be said that Lovecraft was a slave to his own culture, or to what he believed being a cultured gentleman of letters MUST BE. This fantasy of almost maniacal loyalty to one's cultural is probably most perfectly reflected in the culture of Imperial Japan ending with its defeat in WW2. This recognition that the people of Japan would fight to the last man, the last woman, would suffer any depredation before dishonoring their culture is a element of existence that Lovecraft faced too. Of course HPL died before WW2 became an official event, but the world was spinning in that direction ever faster before he died in 1937. (Exhibit 581)

[forensicated]

05x13 - The Key Of The Door

Dashers pulls up outside a house. The posh lady who answers thinks he's there to view the property before he clarifies that he is Detective Constable Dashwood from Sun Hill Police. She mutters in response about 'the most hideous thing'. Mike doesn't understand so she gestures at the For Sale Sign. Mike tells her she doesn't have to have one if she doesn't want to.

Bob finds Pete crawling around a car. Pete explains the car belongs to a disqualified driver. He's planting a stone to prove his suspicions that the man is still driving it. "This your route back to CID is it?" Bob smirks. "Come on Sarge; three convictions for drunk driving?" Bob tells him he should have used chalk on the kerb to mark the wheels.

Tosh and Jim are sitting outside a suspected brothel, watching men leave. The men are averaging half an hour before leaving. They suggest hanging on a bit after one has just gone in before going inside. Both men claim they've not visited a sex worker themselves.

Dashers updates his victim that a glove print and plasticine was found during a forensics sweep. He asks for information about prospective buyers. She tells him to ask the Estate Agent but he's interested in what she remembers. She claims a 'fat and 50-year-old couple with dyed hair and lots of vulgar jewellery called. The woman had a very loud voice and told her husband which walls she would knock down if they bought it so she decided not to sell to them. She claimed they looked like market traders. "... Yes, I'm a snob." Mike smiles and tells her it's alright, so is he!

Bob chases a mugger - who luckily only spots the officer running at him just before he reaches him (!) Bob gives chase up some stairs onto an estate but loses his suspect. He calls the description in and returns to the shaken victim, Avril Hebberd. Avril doesn't want to report it and tries to sidestep him. Bob tells her work can wait and he'll walk her home and make her a cup of tea. Avril gives in and tells him the mugger only got £10. An elderly man greets Bob and tells him that he is doing much better than [Avril]. Avril shouts at the elderly man to shut up because it's none of his business. Bob's spidey senses are tingling.

The Estate Agent is not sympathetic to Posh Lady's plight. Her concern is only that she might drop the price or take her house off the market. Mike tells her it's not the only house targeted after being listed for sale locally. The Estate Agent snaps back that it can't be linked because she is the first one on their books that it happened to. While bringing up a list of those who viewed it, she tries to sell Mike a starter home on a rather exclusive estate.

Avril tries to stop Bob following her inside her flat. He insists on making them both a drink. It looks like the flat has been burgled as everything is in disarray. He asks if she's been burgled and presses her to talk to him. Avril ignores his questions until Bob asks if he's looking for a burglar and a mugger or if they're the same person. She finally speaks up. He's neither. He's her son.

Tosh and Jim watch as the 4th man leaves the suspected brothel. Jim suggests it could be something innocent like aromatherapy or reflexology. Tosh just scoffs at his innocence. "Ken Melvin's girlfriend, who's a medical student, told me that if you-" "Come on." Tosh cuts him off to avoid hearing more. "Depends what parts you press, that's all!" Jim pouts, following him out of the car. "Neighbours who complain about feet being massaged?" Tosh snorts. They hesitate outside, neither wanting to be the first. "Kim's Massage Parlour?" Jim asks as the door is answered by an attractive blonde. The woman confirms they're in the right place and leads them inside. An older redhead asks if they're 'equipment salesmen' because she thinks that's what they look like. Jim shakes his head and says they're just customers and they had trouble finding them because there isn't a sign outside. The redhead claims they like to be discreet and asks them if they want a massage or-... Jim cuts in quickly, "Just a massage." She smiles. "Just a massage to start with." They each hand over £10 - or rather Jim hands over £20 because Tosh only has a handful of loose change.

Bob gets Avril to sit down and makes them both a cuppa. He starts to clean up the broken pottery whilst Avril talks. She tells him that her son is 14 and only happy when drunk and fighting. He regularly assaults her and has done so since he was young. His behaviour is worse when he wants money. She's ashamed and tells Bob she's done her best and given him everything she could but it was never enough for him. She loves her son and although she doesn't like him anymore, she won't have harm come to him.

Bob calls Pete - who is chalking marks on the kerb.

Bob sends Pete to call in at Miskin Manor High School to speak to Avril's son, Richard. If Richard is at school he wants him to be brought to him at the flat. Avril wants to head for work at her daughter's school as a dinner lady as she knows her daughter will be worried if she's not there given her brother's behaviour. Bob asks her to at least give it a few minutes whilst they continue to tidy up and wait for Richard. Avil explains that her daughter is a good girl who avoids Richard. She hasn't been raised any differently to Richard so she doesn't get why he behaves as he does. As they talk the door slams open and Richard demands to know 'Why aren't you at work, you old slag?' Bob stands. "Hello, Richard..."

Richard sits with his head down as Avril explains that Bob saw them 'arguing' on the street and brought her home to make sure she was OK. Bob asks him why he isn't at school. Richard ignores him until Bob leans in and growls that he's talking to him. Richard claims he's off sick and Avril quickly confirms that 'he's had a bit of a cold'.

Mike calls Frank and tells him that he hasn't had a lot of luck at the first estate agent and so is going to call in the next one and will meet him in the pub as arranged in ten minutes. The Estate Agent stands in the doorway watching Mike. ".. Actually Guv, can you make that twenty minutes?" He tells her that he's going to give the starter home a miss and she laughs and says he's too tall for them anyway and invites him back inside.

She has remembered an 'off the books' couple who only had a telephone number as they had returned from Spain and were staying in hotels whilst house hunting. They gave their names as 'Mr and Mrs Rudge' and the telephone number is that of a pub. They hadn't heard of the Rudges when she rang it to give them an update on a new property. They are cash buyers, not wanting to go through the books. "Fat and fifty, dyed hair, lots of jewellery." "That's him..." "Him?" "I don't remember a lot about her except for her voice." Dashers is amused. He then asks if Julie [the agent] is leasehold, freehold or vacant possession'. Smooth... She shows him her engagement ring. "Under offer. But I'm quite happy to be gazumped." I bet she is...

Richard snaps at his mother that the tapes he wanted are sold out so she should have given him the money on Saturday when first asked. He tries to walk to his room and Bob tells him to help his mother clear up. Richard ignores him and goes to his bedroom, slamming the door and blasting his music. "You've seen him. Now you can leave us alone." She tells Bob, refusing to press charges. Bob tells her the problem won't go away and Richard is lucky there are no visible bruises on her as he would have taken him in. Avril refuses help from Social Services and insists she doesn't want Richard taken into care as the local children's home is known as "'The Rent Office' with children as young as 12 on the game." Bob tries to get Avril to call the police for help if she can't handle what happens. He doesn't want to split her family up, but he does want to help her.

"... Well it wasn't reflexology...." Tosh murmurs getting back in the car.

"Just dropped my motor round the corner. Fifty quid for a tune up! I'm in the wrong business!" Frank claims, getting in. He asks if the house is a brothel and both men instantly say yes. Frank says they can return in the afternoon and 'nick the old slag'. "I thought she was quite a nice sort of person actually, guv." Jim cuts in, thinking it's unfair that she gets arrested for providing a service whilst the men who demand the service get off scot-free. "Not if they've been with Kim Hammersley they don't..." Frank murmurs, leaving Tosh looking rather uncomfortable.

Dashers tells Frank that a 'dodgy looking couple' attended the house of their burglary victim. Their description matches the description of a dodgy couple who go way back with Frank and Mike. Bobby and Vera Swan had 'retired' to Spain years ago but their son has just been released from prison. The couple are due to view two properties that day and Mike wants to mount an operation. The burglary matches Bobby's MO but he's too old to do the required acrobatics to get in through an upstairs bathroom window. Geoff - their son - isn't though... Frank agrees to go with him to catch them.

"Hello, it's Jim and Alf again!" Jim smiles, knocking on the door of the massage parlour. Kim is the only one present as the other, Paula, has just 'popped out for a yoghurt'. Jim comes clean and shows Kim his warrant card. "I'm too trusting, that's my trouble!" Kim offers a list of her regular clients and Jim says it's not necessary. "If you're keeping a-" "Disorderly house? That's what it was called in me mum's day," she says, handing him her record book. "I'm very methodical." Jim sighs. "In the eyes of the law, it's you that's guilty." "Yeah, the laws a man, innit." Kim sighs, putting her shoes on to go with them.

Frank and Mike pull up outside the first house suspected as the next target. They watch as the couple leave and confirm their suspicions. It's Vera and Bobby Rudge Donnelly Swan. Bobby plays the innocent and tells Frank he's too late to make an offer on the house they've just viewed as they'd paid cash for it after Vera fell in love with it. Frank asks if 'Young Geoff' will have his own key or if he'll use the bathroom window?" Bobby's expression changes... he knows the game is up.

On his way to Avril's to check on her, Bob passes where Pete's target car had been left to find that has gone. Pete radios Bob to tell him that the teacher has told him that Richard has a problem with women and frequently lashes out at girls and female staff but doesn't touch the boys or male staff She recalled his father was much the same before he left the family. She had heard on the school grapevine that the mother often has a black eye or fat lip when she reports to work. Bob thanks him and tells him that the red Cortina has moved.

The car is back in place when Pete gets to the scene. Pete feels the bonnet and snaps at the owner who he spots speaking to a neighbour with some cans in his hand. The owner admits going to the off-licence for his cans but denies driving, claiming the neighbour turns the car over for him so it doesn't seize up when he's able to drive it again. Pete points out the chalk kerb marks but can't do anything about it as it's lined up again - or rather, given that the owner throws a cloth at him - he'd rubbed them off and marked the kerb himself. Thankfully for Pete, the stone has not been replaced. Pete smirks and points it out before he arrests him.

Bob knocks on Avril's front door as he hears her son shouting at her inside. He looks through the letterbox and hears Avril screaming and things being thrown. Bob breaks a window to get in and catches Richard strike his mother. He restrains him and Avril watches in tears as her son is arrested for GBH with intent, dabbing her bleeding lip.

[the-bjd-community-confess]

I'm in a nice little discord for a local bjd group and it's nice but I just have to vent about how one person in it acts. We all love to share our photos and most of us have some flavor of cheap DSLR, but theirs is one of the super expensive high end ones. They take really good pics and have a good sense of composition and general photo ideas and I like seeing their pics and what a high end camera can do for dolls.

But man. I wish they weren't such a snob. The way they talk about their own photos is demoralising at best and obnoxious at worst. 'Ugh the colours in this look disgusting, it's completely unuseable' 'the lighting was unsalvageable so I only have this hideous mess.' 'Didn't save any of these because they look like shit so I just deleted them all. Every last one of those photos was something way better than me or probably anyone else in the group could do. For the life of me I can't even pick up the differences in the photos they're proud of vs the ones that are 'shitty and unuseable'. I think most people probably can't. There are also photos they're proud of and put up on their Instagram that I think look 'worse' than ones they complained and complained about and said can't see the light of day, (not that any of them are truly bad) so I can't even grasp their own criteria of good vs bad.I know being a perfectionist turns you into your own worst enemy, but it's really uncomfortable.

When they're trashing and insulting these amazing photos for not being Pulitzer Prize worthy it just makes me feel like they must think mine and everyone else's are even shittier and not worth sharing whatsoever. It almost makes me not even want to post photos where they can see so I don't have to worry about how they might feel about whatever minuscule error is in the picture barely perceivable to the naked eye but I also cant bring myself to care that much when I'm taking photos of my dolls for fun because I enjoy it.

Honestly if you're being this hard on yourself over doll photos of all things maybe you need to reevaluate what you actually want out of this hobby. It's meant to be fun. Photographing dolls is meant to be fun. If you're constantly beating yourself up over perfectly fine, regular photos then I really don't think you're having as much fun as you say you are, not to even mention how your constant negativity brings others down.

~Anonymous

[topazadine]

OC Fun Facts!

I'm joining in on the new game @mysticstarlightduck started with her post on the Scrapyard Boys!

I'll share some details about the three main characters from 9 Years Yearning: Uileac Korviridi, Orrinir Relickim, and Cerie Korviridi (Uileac's little sister).

Rules: Make a list of fun facts about your OCs. Like a headcanon list, if you will! Except it's actually canon lol.

Uileac Korviridi

He's obsessed with tea. Like, unhealthily obsessed. And a tea snob. Worst man ever. His least favorite household chore is mopping the floors because they just get dirty again in five seconds so why bother 🙄 If he had to pick a profession other than soldier, he'd be a horse trainer. While Uileac loves all animals, he has a healthy fear of chickens. They're just so damn unnerving. Something about those weird little beady eyes. He'd rather deal with a bucking horse than an angry rooster. (Yes, he knows it's irrational ok) His perfect day off would be spent going on a picnic with Orrinir, Cerie, and their horses to a nice spot by the Great Gold River. Of course, he'd have to stay on alert for Cerie shoving him into the river for funsies. When he's not in his Bremish Cavalry uniform, he's not very picky about his clothes. Just a normal tunic and a cozy pair of trousers. He's a bit of a homebody at heart.

Orrinir Relickim

His bad habit is being LOUD. The man has no volume control. Orrinir's pretty vain, especially about his hair. Look, it's gorgeous and luscious and such a nice cherry red - who wouldn't be proud? His signature cologne is an amber perfume stick Uileac bought him. Secretly everyone thinks it smells kind of awful, and Orrinir agrees, but Uileac bought it for him and now Uileac thinks he likes the smell so he's trapped smelling like amber forever and ever. Or at least until he grows a damn spine. At home, you're likely to find him wearing hideous paisley or floral prints. His sister-in-law Cerie buys them for him at festivals as a joke, but he wears them anyway. Both because it doesn't make sense to waste good fabric, but also because it makes Cerie mad to see him so unbothered by it. Orrinir loves to cook, which is convenient because Uileac hates to cook (but loves to eat). His favorite thing to make is yak butter scones with fresh elderberry jam. His favorite atribute about himself is being able to slice through damn near anything because he keeps his sword surgery-sharp.

Cerie Korviridi

Cerie is, and will always be, the baby of the family. She can't escape it. This is her eternal curse. Her brother Uileac and brother-in-law Orrinir spoil, coddle, and henpeck her about everything, well after the age when they should. Her bad habit is being a bit of a whiner, though she eventually grows out of that. Cerie's perfect day would be spent at the library inhaling random books about topics that she never cared about until right that minute. Unlike her older brother, Cerie has an insatiable sweet tooth. Her favorite is cardamom milkcakes, which are spicy and kind of glutinous. She can NOT handle her liquor. Get her drunk and she's just going crazy. Then crying about a hangover the next day. Cerie is a messy little shit so it's fortunate that she lives with her brother and brother-in-law, who always pick up after her even though they complain about it incessantly 😌 she has them very well trained.

Open tag!

[realcube]

YOU GOT: KEIJI AKAASHI

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @lady-of-endless

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

'MBTI: INFJ'

𓆩♡𓆪 according to personality database, akaashi is an INTJ

𓆩♡𓆪 which i agree with tbh , usually personality database has some unqiue opinions based in nothing but imo INTJ is accurate for him

𓆩♡𓆪 anyway this means you are both very similar; you're both judging types which means you both tend to plan things out and make decisions based on logic and reason opposed to whimsy

𓆩♡𓆪 which is great because akaashi probably doesn't have the capacity to handle another bokuto

𓆩♡𓆪 he just needs someone stable and rational who isn't pushing him outside of his comfort zone every other day and that person is youu

𓆩♡𓆪 and your both introverts which is great because at functions he WILL be hanging out with you opposed to mingling

𓆩♡𓆪 not because he is shy though , literally just because he cba and he prefers your company anyway

𓆩♡𓆪 the only difference you have is you are feeling and he is thinking type

𓆩♡𓆪 and i think this is a very beneficial place to be seperated on because it means you can both learn to see things from a new perspective

𓆩♡𓆪 like you could definitely teach him to be more empathetic and open-minded

𓆩♡𓆪 while he could teach you to be more strict — since being compassionate, especially overly so isn't always a good thing and can lead to you being taken advantage of or needless upset

𓆩♡𓆪 and there is no way he is going to let something like that happen to you

𓆩♡𓆪 he finds how caring you are to be sweet though , and he wouldn't change a thing about you

𓆩♡𓆪 and being around you DEFINITELY makes him less cynical , thats for sure

𓆩♡𓆪 like he'll watch a murder documentary on netflix and be like "everyone is hideous on the inside and we're all just psychopaths"

𓆩♡𓆪 but then he'll hang out with you and be like "nevermind ☺"

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'going to the gym, listening to music, reading and studying, learning new stuff, playing the guitar'

𓆩♡𓆪 i can't imagine akaashi being a gym rat. like he i could defo see him as a person who goes to the gym, but not gym rat. he mostly just goes bc he feels like he has to

𓆩♡𓆪but omg if he finds out you go to the gym .. for fun..

𓆩♡𓆪 he will become the biggest poser on earth

𓆩♡𓆪 he seems like a "gym once a week" type of guy but as soon as he hears that you go daily or x amount of times a week, you can catch him on shoulder press machine 24/7

𓆩♡𓆪 not even ushijima HIMSELF could pull that mf away from the stair master

𓆩♡𓆪 all that just so he has the chance of running into you and having something to talk to you about

𓆩♡𓆪 but the difference between him doing it opposed to bokuto or someone else, is that he doesn't even know that he's doing it for you

𓆩♡𓆪 like he just starts hanging out in the gym more but in his head he is like "yeah i'll just stay for a couple more sets before i go... for my health... not for any other reason... hm"

𓆩♡𓆪 but deep down he is praying that you'll come in at any moment

𓆩♡𓆪 but that's like pre-dating. after y'all start dating he keeps this gym rat facade up for maybe a couple months before he admits he's a lazy shit

𓆩♡𓆪 jk actually dating you would probably get him going to the gym more anyway so maybe you never find out

𓆩♡𓆪he is definitely the reading type, i'm pretty sure it's canon that he is a manga editor after the timeskip??

𓆩♡𓆪 anyway he would definitely be giving you book/manga reccs once y'all start dating

𓆩♡𓆪 and he's unreal because if you give him a recc back he will ACTUALLY read it just so you guys have something to talk about

𓆩♡𓆪 even if it's abosolute trash , he'll still read it but just so he can complain about it and tease you for having horrible taste

𓆩♡𓆪 as if he doesn't read manga .. i mean, who does that?! (👀)

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'Ideal first date: movie and a walk'

𓆩♡𓆪 oki this is defo what made me pick akaashi for you

𓆩♡𓆪 i can totally imagine him as a film snob though so you are going to have to deal with him putting on some pretentious ass "classic" film like fight club ARGH

𓆩♡𓆪 unless you're into that kinda stuff then y'all are just a match made

𓆩♡𓆪 or it could go the opposite way around and you convince him to watch a funny but objectively "poor" movie like sausage party

𓆩♡𓆪 or you could compromise and watch a critically aclaimed movie made for wide audiences like deadpool or barbie

𓆩♡𓆪 omg he sooo wants to watch something mentally stimulating and challenging with you so you guys can have in depth discussions about the plot over a glass of wine

𓆩♡𓆪 but on your first date bokuto told him beforehand "bro you gotta watch a scary film, she'll get so scared she'll jump into your arms and then you don't even need to make a move"

𓆩♡𓆪 and at first he is apprehensive but bokuto has probably had wayyy more gfs than him so he just goes with it

𓆩♡𓆪 so he puts on a horror movie and he isn't easily scared but it wouldn't matter if he was anyway because the whole time he is just passing glances at you like 👁👁 waiting for you to squeal and leap into his arms like bokuto said you would

𓆩♡𓆪 v disappointed when that doesn't happen

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for @lady-of-endless: you are such a sweetie pie so you deserved someone as sweet ! akaashi was the first person that sprung to mind for you tbh. i briefly considered kenma but it was mostly akaashi supremacy for you

[rosellabascomacapinlac]

Oh dear God,

Why I was being rejected, snobbed, and underestimated? Because of an overprotected ugly faced class bully in high school spread false rumors about me since first time I met her, what very strong sexually thirsty spells are those? I never liked to let that feeble minded immature hideous matured faced hooker rape me not even for the money and candies, what a cheapstake. Before it was the violent psycho who almost broke my arm, then that rapist hooker from Highschool, then the false rumor-spreading jealous witch from high school, miserable college life, Sriram Bronzo, and now a random rapists came to me plus my grandma’s house cleaner the Mr. Imperfect go rapist mode and a gold digger mode after those other video games released some trailers. Video games trailers after they saw my face at outside, every time travel with my family.

Why I was being rejected, snobbed, and underestimated? Because of an overprotected ugly faced class bully in high school spread false rumors about me since first time I met her, what very strong sexually thirsty spells are those? I never liked to let that feeble minded immature hideous matured faced hooker rape me not even for the money and candies, what a cheapstake. Before it was the violent psycho who almost broke my arm, then that rapist hooker from Highschool, then the false rumor-spreading jealous witch from high school, miserable college life, Sriram Bronzo, and now a random rapists came to me plus my grandma’s house cleaner the Mr. Imperfect go rapist mode and gold digger mode, if I refused to pay him because it's a big waste of time, money, and hygiene, then he will gonna sued me for my money.

It's extremely not cool, Castlevania, street fighter ex, and Fighting ex Layer

[coldflasher]

not to be a snob, but i'm gonna---in i thiiiink 9x01, i believe it's mentioned that barry and iris will be moving into joe's house to raise bart and nora when joe leaves CC and while i can appreciate a little childhood nostalgia as much as the next gal, i do not understand why they would do this. it is canonically established that joe's house is tiny. you could probably fit three or four of that house into barry and iris's monstrously large and fancy apartment. it's SUCH a downgrade. imagine raising two speedster kids in a house where there isn't enough room to swing a cat. they'd be climbing the walls!! probably literally because SPEEDSTERS VERY MUCH CAN AND DO RUN UP WALLS!!

admittedly i do think the suburban location is more desirable than barry and iris's inner city apartment, but from a logistical perspective i feel that barry's comings and goings as the flash would be far less noticeable in a busy city location than out on some quiet cul-de-sac on the city limits

once again this boils down to this obsession that tv shows (or perhaps americans generally? i say this with love and curiosity because i have no idea if this is actually reflective of people's actual real-life decision-making so if this is a tv show thing i do apologize for the generalization) have with legacy and like, heirlooms and family history that i feel isn't such a sacred thing in england? i don't know if it's perhaps related to the relative youth of the country that results in this desire to kind of create a history for one's self and really prioritize that personal family history and legacy, but particularly in shows the characters always seem to borrow or inherit things, from abstract things like names (every tv show character's kid is named after a (usually deceased) loved one or relative, we already know i hate this) and career paths to physical objects like property, with engagement rings being the biggest offender. has any american tv show or book character ever had an engagement ring that wasn't passed down from a previous generation, with no consideration of individual preference or taste?

maybe i'm just a cynic and also generally a hater (i maintain that 90% of fictional women have ugly wedding dresses and also, bella swan's hideous ostritch egg-sized wedding ring comes to mind) but it bothers me personally as someone who would very much want a say in the appearance of the ring i would presumably be wearing daily for the rest of my life?

i don't know where i'm going with this but just. why would they get rid of their large and beautiful apartment to move into joe's tiny house that's a quarter of the size?? WHY!! YOU ALREADY HAVE A FAR NICER PROPERTY! and also barry you are a millionaire at least. you could just buy another house...

[mbrainspaz]

Yeah the whole business is stressful and demeaning but I think the real reason I'll never make it as a Graphic Designer is because I never believed in a singular design aesthetic or movement enough to defend it. I grew up messing around with early 3D and grunge and when people told me that was overdone and ugly I shrugged and did some minimalism. Then the hipsters came and told me that was boring and I needed some natural textures. Did that for a while. Experimented with Nouveau like everyone does and nobody really cared. If any style ever spoke to me it was that mid 2010's Techno/dada/Post-modern I never got the name of, but anytime I dabbled with that everyone screamed it was hideous. I didn't bother explaining that that's kinda the point, just shrugged and did their hipster aesthetic or minimalism or retro-pop instead. "That's a terrible design!"

"Huh, if you say so."

If I've learned anything from a decade-ish in the industry it's that design only matters in a finite set of circumstances anyway. Ugly labels sell more product than sleek trendy ones all the time. The only people that the latest design trends market too is other designers or art snobs, and most of them just want to tell you all the reasons your design is bad, actually.