#i cant believe its been ten fuckin years

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

father ts personal fanfic

includes angst and break up phone calls.

note: this is just something small i wrote for myself of my characters. figured id share! its not amazing, but its something.

im sorry, sweetie, please dont go.

i always knew that you would know.

i know that what i did was wrong.

i always thought id be more strong.

dylan sits at his desk, laptop open to his true crime blog, “NaturalWrath”. he had typed out about half of his journal page and was still typing out more

he had his cd player on, “Youre Gonna Miss it All” by modern baseball was playing. it was a good night, his grandparents were out of town and he had the house to himself.

his phone vibrates against the wood of the desk, making him look over. he raised a brow, seeing as though his boyfriend, sascha, was calling. he thought he was out at a show tonight.

he pulls his hands away from the keyboard and picks up his phone, accepting the call and putting it to his ear.

“hi sascha.” he answered simply, waiting for the other to talk.

“hey, dyl,” sascha replied, although his voice sounded weird, serious even “we gotta talk.”

“yeah, whats up?” dylan didnt think anything of it, he was too focused on what he was doing anyway.

“look, i think youre real great ‘n all, but this aint working out.” it shouldnt have been a surprise to him, but it was.

“what do you mean?” his confusion is clear and suddenly hes ten times more engaged in the conversation.

“you and i are just - going separate ways. i dont think i can be with you no more.”

it wasnt wrong at all. sascha was free spirited and was living his life to the fullest while dylan was stuck in his room constantly studying or working on his blog.

“what?,” he still seems confused, it wasnt getting through his thick skull, hearing the music and yelling in the background only made him jump to conclusions “are you drunk? high? should i come pick you up?”

its the most concerned hes sounded in their entire relationship.

“nah, i aint,” his voice is clear “again, youre great, man, but this isnt for me or you.”

dylan is quiet for a moment, pushing up his glasses and swallowing hard.

“i dont believe you. you must be drunk or something - ill come get you.” he speaks as he stands up, grabbing his car keys from where he kept them on his desk.

“no, im fuckin’ not,” his voice makes the other stop in his tracks “im tryna let you down easy and youre not letting that happen.”

he isnt even sure what to say to that. he couldnt think of what he mightve done wrong.

“sascha, whats going on? is someone making you do this?” it was his only other conclusion. how could sascha leave someone as great as him?

“no ones making me do nothing. *you* must be on somethin’ if thats what youre thinking,” he wasnt expecting him to be so harsh with his wording “look, i found someone different. im sorry i didnt tell you, but this is me tellin’ you now. shes great and im sticking with her.”

“she? her?,” he was dumbfounded “just let me come pick you up, please? let me talk to you in person.”

“goddamnit, no! i dont wanna see you - i want you to stay away from me,” he snapped, clearly agitated now “you aint got what it takes for this shit. youre too busy with your school bullshit and all that stuff you do online,” if it couldnt get any worse, he added “youre a bad fuckin’ boyfriend. im sayin’ it straight to you now.”

hes at a complete loss for words, he has no idea what to think.

“im sorry this cant work out, but im moving on in life. i cant wait on someone who will never move on.”

its like everything finally clicks for dylan, small sniffles can be heard while tears roll down his face.

“sascha, im sorry, please give me another chance,” his voice sounds pathetic, he sounds like he actually cares “im so sorry, ill make it up to you - ill -“

“no, you had your fuckin’ chance for almost two years. im done, *kenneth*.”

the use of his real name hurt even more. he didnt think he would ever use it or even be this serious - he was always too relaxed. even in serious situations he would be calm.

“sascha, i can do better i swear - just, please, ill fix everything.”

“i hope you do well with your school shit and whatever the hell else you got going on. goodnight, kenneth.”

“sascha?”

the call ends with a click and dylan is staring at the floor, tears falling off of his cheeks and messing up his glasses.

what was he supposed to do now? he didnt have anything or anyone else - he was lonely. he didnt bother with other people.

he wanted sascha, but it was too late for that now. he had been too distant and emotionally unavailable. there was nothing he could do.

[dspdick]

hello everyone. i hope you have some snacks on you because i have yet another thing to rant about. fortunately it isn’t about the bunch of idiots i have the misfortune of calling classmates, instead it’s the cursed place where i chose to continue my education. let’s yell about university.

for starters, i would like to point out that this is an expensive university. like. 900€/month expensive. i get to pay almost half of it because i have a discount due to my high school grades, but you have to keep it up during your stay in college and once it’s taken away you can’t ask for it again.

given the exorbitant price every single of its students is paying, you would think that my class would be in a decent building. wrong. we’re in a prefabricated shitty three-story building in the other side of campus from our labs. because medicine students have their own simulation clinics and the business students get a bajillion brick buildings but fuck the genetics kids amiright?

speaking of labs. the installations are cool and all but the materials need a serious upgrade. I CANT DO A PROPER GEL ELECTROPHORESIS IF THE MICROPIPETTE DOES THE EQUIVALENT OF A DRIVING NEWBIE WITH A MANUAL CAR. also the ph-meters are the bane of my existence and me the bane of theirs.

also. the lab practices are four hours long. which wouldn’t be too bad if they didn’t make us start them at three or four pm when we’ve been in classes from eight or ten am. yes i spend close to twelve hours on campus on lab weeks yes they also pretend that we have time to study.

BY THE WAY. OH MY GOD. studying. i know it’s necessary. but i have EIGHT SUBJECTS THIS SEMESTER. EIGHT. students in other universities have less subjects per year. one of them is a lab subject and we have a fuckin. oral and practical exam. ITS A LAB SUBJECT?? WHY DO I HAVE TO LEARN THE PROCEDURES AND WHY EVERYTHING IS DONE PLUS DO A NiCE LaB nOTeBoOk. SUCK MY DICK.

that and the fact that i not only have science subjects but also philosophy, communication and fucking BUSINESS. yes they’re useful but i frankly haven’t seen a subject with a worse organization than my philosophy class. and on top of that my business teacher just keeps sending projects and questions. maam your class is worth three credits. be grateful i do an effort to get out of bed and spend two and a half bitchass hours to listen to you yap about ip and business life cycles at eight thirty in the morning on a friday.

and now that i mention this, i still can’t believe we’ll have to do 50 mandatory hours of volunteer work next year. yay for volunteer work, i’ve done before and it’s amazing. but you can’t expect someone who spends 10+ hours in college regularly to do the same amount of time as people who only have 3 to 4 hours of class per day.

the worst part of all is the fact that our degree supervisor just expects us to act like phd students or some shit. she literally told to the class presidents that “we can’t expect to have compromises and extracurriculars outside of university. we have to focus on our college life”. this is our first year. i don’t even want to think about how we’ll be treated from now on.

and i guess this is why im so scared. i like genetics. love it, even, when applied to things i enjoy and not a clinical environment. but i want to live my life and be able to truly rest and enjoy and not want to kill myself constantly over the amount of workload that we have to deal with.

i don’t know if i’m going to drop out or keep going but all my options are bleak. either i continue and somehow survive college enough time to get my degree without having killed myself, or i drop out. and from there i have more options. a) immediately switching to a different college and/or undergrad, b) taking an off year and changing my undergrad.

i don’t even know what i’m going to do. i’m exhausted on all the levels a human can be tired and i have no idea if i have it in me to keep going or just take the easy out.

[crimewizards]

blackrock 10 year retrospective

so! it’s been. ten years since the blackrock chronicle started. let’s talk about that

i got minecraft in august 2012, right around the 1.3 update, after a camp friend showed it to me. like any other minecraft-playing 12 year old in 2012, i immediately took to the internet and discovered minecraft videos and parodies. one of these was Screw The Nether, the singer of which one of my friends identified as martyn. i watched martyn’s tekkit series (rip) and didn’t recognize one of the names on his waypoints: rythian. naturally, i looked up rythian on youtube, and found this little series called The Tekkit Adventure.

the rest is kind of history.

this series has meant so much to me over the last ten years. from making real life friends because i was reading fanfic and they asked what i was reading to desperately trying to explain the series to friends in 7th grade art to one of my friends making me a charm bracelet with blackrock themed charms for the holidays to the tumblr explanation of the finale to all the different yog servers ive been in and now being a fandom boomer in modern day mcyt spaces. i still cry watching the final episode of season 2. i still only really know the lyrics to zoey’s sk8rboi parody and not the original. frankly, im a lesbian because of this series. i had a MASSIVE crush on zoey as a kid and barely even knew it, and as an adult, im just sitting here like “ah.” she was some of the first lesbian rep i’d seen Basically Ever and i cannot thank her enough for that.

to celebrate, i dug through all my old sketchbooks and notepads to bring you all the blackrock/yogscast fanart i could find from the last ten years. i’m sure there’s PLENTY that’s missing. it’s all under the cut, chronologically listed. cheers, blackrock fandom. we’re still kickin’.

2012-2013 these are all from my 7th/8th grade art class sketchbooks + when i got my first drawing tablet for hanukkah 2013

2014-2015

2016-2017

done during cornerstone rewatch

2018-2019

(danger days au)

EARLY 2020

my rythian pc for a dnd game i was in

2021

2022

kinda funny how this also serves as an art improvement timeline lmao. so yeah! that’s all i got! keep on blackrockin’ <3 <3

[i-clash-with-everything]

It's 2:30 in the morning and I woke up from a nightmare and tried to listen to music to calm down and now I'm having a breakdown over how much I still fucking love Symphogear because Xtreme Vibes started playing

[xocubonee]

can’t belieb i finally got the big round frames i’ve wanted since before even getting glasses when i’m getting lasik in like a week x so anyways look at the absolute crime against god himself that is the size difference between my eyes

[autisticmob]

soon

[ssplague]

Story 2:

“Who’s afraid of the big bad Wolf?”

Rated M

Warning (s)⚠️ Yandere, Predator and Prey themes, verbal & physical abuse, some noncon

It was supposed to be a nice trip up to the cabin in celebration of your five year anniversary….but when you rub your beloved Bakugou the wrong way, he throws you out into the cold. Realizing his mistake, the self proclaimed “big bad wolf” has no choice but to bring his dumb bunny home. Wether she wants to be there or not.

*I did give you a quirk in this one; It’s just the ability to manifest tinker bell style wings and that’s it 🧚🏼

🐇❤️‍🔥🐺

“_______! Come on back now princess, I dunno why you do this…Y’know I’ll always find you!”.

If his loud voice paired with his even louder explosions are reaching your ears, they’re too close for comfort. Summoning what may be the last vestige of your strength into manifesting your wings: You silently propel yourself through the sea of trees.

The big city isn’t serving as the back drop for tonight’s particular game of cat and mouse. Actually, scratch that last part:

“Instead of cat and mouse we’ll call this “Dumb bunny and all too eager wolf, y’know since we’re in the forest n’ shit”.

You were a fool to expect this as a simple trip to your luxury cabin hidden up in the mountains. Things between you and your husband had been relatively peaceful for the last couple months. It was almost back to the comfortable sense of normalcy (or as close to it as you could get having the explosive blonde for a lover) that the first ten years of your relationship had been built upon, not including the last five in which you’d been married. The first time your future seemed daunting was when the relationship started its course down a darkened path six months ago.

So when your beloved hero carried you bridal style over the threshold of the modern two story cabin: You were more than happy to re-create the events of all the previous visits you two had enjoyed here over the years. First was going fishing off the small dock of the lake and cooking your catches for dinner that night. Second was going on a long hike that took you to the place you two had long ago dubbed your “Secret Spot”: Which was a crystal clear stream that had a waterfall pouring into it, where you both ripped off your sweat soaked clothing and enjoyed skinny dipping in the refreshingly cool water.

It was pretty cold out that third night, so Katsuki had lit a fire in the living room grate. After dinner the two of you opened an expensive bottle of champagne and roasted marshmallows. Then brought the evening to a close by making the most passionate love you’d had in months on the large faux fur rug spread out a safe distance away from the flickering flames. The fourth day is when things took a drastic and sudden change…

Katsuki had been acting slightly off all day, and as you guys finished cleaning up after dinner things would inevitably get worse. Intent on changing into pajamas you started towards the stairs, only for a click of his tounge stop your descent.

“Come sit with daddy pretty girl, its not time for bed just yet” he drawled while extending a warm hand towards you, an invitation to join him on the couch. Swallowing your nerves, you approached him. Placing a tiny hand into his much larger one, which immediately encases your own as he pulls you down onto his lap without warning.

“Face me”

You do as he requests, resting each of your legs on either side of his. Brushing a stray lock of hair from your face as he speaks:

“Cant believe its been five years since you decided to spend your life with me princes…Well technically ten years total since I first made you mine….makes daddy so fuckin’ happy”. Yesterday had been the official day of your anniversary, since you got married on the same day you two had officially started dating all those years ago. Katsuki had been the one to acknowledge this fact as he kissed you breathless that morning. The entire day had been a celebration you would never forget: So maybe he was just still a bit moved by the longevity of the love you two shared, and those feelings had carried over into today as well. If so, You certainly weren’t going to put a damper on things.Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck while engaging him in a sensual kiss. Heat pooling in your gut at the thought of a possible “Round Two” on the living room rug once again.

A muscular arm winds itself around your lower back Pulling you forward until your breasts squish against his firm chest. Feeling your hardened nipples though the flimsy fabric of your shirt flips a switch inside his head.

It may come as unexpected but it certainly isn’t unwelcomed, when he grabs a whole handful of that nice round ass of yours. His much too firm grip causes you to jolt as his fingertips dig in to the flesh of your rapidly bruising booty cheek. The skirt you wear has begun to ride up from your squirming as Katsuki sucks on your neck, causing your back to arch and your chest to press harder against him. Peering over your shoulder treats him to an unhindered view of your bare ass.

“No panties or bra? Pretty bold of you…guess I should expect it from such a naughty fuckin slut”

Over the years you’d been forced to developed a tougher than average skin (Metaphorically speaking): You’d had to done this to protect your feelings and self-esteem from the words that are so akin to bullets which Katsuki consistently tends to throw at you. Things that others would perceive as insults are often considered terms of endearment in the Bakugou household.

“All for you Suki…S’all yours” you whisper in his ear before nibbling at his lobe.

“Yeah it is…” being distracted, you miss the malice in his response.

Thinking the crackling sound coming from behind you was coming from the fire dwindling down in the grate, you didnt even stop to think what may happen next. A scream erupts from your open mouth as his large heated palm makes contact with your ass.

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU JUST RANDOMLY UP AND DECIDE TO DO THAT KATSUKI?! Goddammit that fucking hurt…owww”

Your off his lap in an instant, the developing mood between the two of you was absolutely RUINED: The idea of his hands anywhere near you only proceeded to anger you further. His half ass attempts to apologize and drag you back towards him are dodged easily as you storm towards the stairs.

“Fuckin’ crybaby” is the last thing you hear him mumble as you slammed the bedroom door. Once the lock clicks in place you begin to sob, crossing the room to grab your pajamas and unplug your charged phone. You change your clothes and throw yourself down on the bed, suddenly overwhelmed with loneliness. You decide to message your bestfriend, even though the screen is barely visible from the tears blurring your vision.

Finished explaining the current situation, you send the message, to which she immediately responds. You decline her offer to call, since you’d rather not risk Katsuki over hearing you discussing his behavior.

I

You promise to really consider the offer and thank her for continuing to stick by you before wishing her “Good Night” and immediately falling asleep yourself.

It sounds so far away at first-No, it’s actually coming from right above you:

“-How the fuck could you? Stop fucking ignoring me!”

Not content with just invading your dreams, a harsh yank on your hair wakes you instantly, “OUCH! Wha?!”.

“Oh your awake now? Sure were sleeping peacefully after conspiring to leaeve me with your little friend, gonna run away with her and live happily ever after hah princess?”

“Suki please…just calm down, I was upset I didn’t actually mean it”

“Of course you fuckin’ didn’t…You cant leave me…You’re MINE forever, remember? I promised…you promised….we promised….”

He needn’t remind you: You would always remember each of those times you foolishly bound your life together with the monster infront of you. This monster that had replaced the Katsuki you knew back then, the one you’d fallen in love with or at one time even called your best friend. You aren’t given time to lament on the past as you’re forcibly removed from the warm bed. Stumbling on the cold wooden floorboards as he pulls you along, ranting to himself as he keeps an ironclad grip on your wrist. He doesn’t falter while pulling you down the stairs, even though you nearly fell half way down.

“W-Where are we g-going?”

You ask, whimpering nervously as he draws closer towards the front door.

He wasn’t taking you outside right? You weren’t at all dressed for the cold! You didn’t even have shoes on, or a jacket! The frost glittering on the windowpanes drew your terrified gaze, “Katsuki!”. Still ignoring you, he wrenches the door open: Its a last ditch effort, but you firmly pant your feet on the floor.

“Whasamatter Princess? Thought you wanted to runaway from me?! Here’s your chance, go ahead and runaway little bunny rabbit, hurry and get away before the big bad wolf changes his mind”.

It says something when the look in this man’s eyes was more terrifying than the prospect of finding your way through the darkened forest in the frigid cold. Thankfully, you’d hung up your fur lined coat on the rack beside the door, you immediately grabbed it, not missing a beat while you pulled it on as you ran for it.

So this was it then? This is how your relationship finally met its end?

With the love of your life throwing you out and possibly meeting YOUR end?

Falling victim of exposure to the elements?

This is your punishment ________, Its what you get for threatening to break your promise and conspiring against him, YOU chose THIS.

Exactly five minutes has passed since Katsuki had lost sight of you as you disappeared into the dense foliage. He told himself: He’d go inside, lock the door, come to terms with the possibilities that he’d either hear you begging and sobbing to be let in, or to just never see you again. Instead he’s perched on the front porch steps, head cradled in his hands. What kind of hell would his life turn into if he were to never see you again? What the fuck had he done! You could fuckin’ die out there! Worse yet, if you managed to reach the road someone could stop and pick you up! Then your troublesome best friend would surely see to it that you two would never meet again!

You were more than likely shivering as you huddled up somewhere, freezing cold and sobbing your heart out at the fact you’d upset him! His hands fly towards his head, tugging at his hair as he imagines this. “Oh god…OH FUCK!” Katsuki is manic as he wrenches open the door, hurriedly pulling his boots on before frantically slamming it shut. Fearful, yet determined he rubs his palms together before running off in pursuit.

“Dont worry princess, I’m coming”

As soon as the first explosion rang out you knew your original idea had been too good to be true, of course he wouldn’t give you up that easily. Whenever Katsuki has decided to turn you loose it was only a matter of time: After watching you exit with a slam of the door, his anxiety would win out and he’d come to collect you. The longest he’d waited had been one full hour, the shortest he’d waited had previously been fifteen minutes, but that record had been broken tonight…he’d only waited ten.

He’s as lost without you as you are without him _______….

FUCK THAT!

You absolutely refuse to go back…..Well…not without a fight anyway….

Willing your wings to appear you swiftly soar upwards, deciding it would probably be your best bet to stay below the tree tops, this way he wouldn’t spot you so easily. At first it was exhilarating to be flying freely after such a long time of being practically “Shut in”. A wide smile on your face as you dodged the occasionally branch jutting out from the surrounding tree trunks.

What if you really could get away this time? You’d finally be free of…

Katsuki was becoming more and more frantic with each passing second.

“________, baby I didn’t really mean it! M’SORRY….PLEASE just come back!”

Oh yeah, he’s losing his fucking mind.

If you were huddled up somewhere, there is no way he wouldn’t have found you yet….

That means you had to be running from him! Maybe you’d just wanted proof that you meant something to him: He was supposed to persue you and prove just how far he was willing to go to bring you back to him, that had to be it! You knew better than anyone: While he struggled with words he made up for it as a man of action. Plus, you knew how much he loved a good game of predator vs prey.

Hell. He’d unknowingly set this whole thing up, even going so far as to compare you to a frightened rabbit and himself as a wolf! He chuckled as everything now started making sense, you’ve always been so goddamn smart, too smart for your own good. Now that he’d achieved the “proper” mindset for this game, he let his search recommence. Moving quick but calmly re-doubling his previously sloppy effort of pursuing you through the forest.

You had to rest: Cocealing yourself between some thickets branches up high seemed your best bet. The sudden noise startled you awake, oh fuck had you been found?!

Not yet, but you dare not move as the sound of his footsteps was fastly approaching. Then you caught sight of him, immediately pushing yourself against the tree trunk praying he hadn’t seen you during his brief stint in the air. Now that he’s landed, both feet are on the ground as his head move from side to side while he looks back and forth-wait did he just sniff the fucking air?! You marveled at the fact this crazy mother fucker was out here in only a tank top and sweats! Steam is literally emitting off of him as all that adrenaline mixed with far too much testosterone had his muscles bulging and fueled his quirk induced sweat.

A borderline manical laugh carries up to your hiding place.

“I know you’re somewhere around here….naughty little bun-bun, the big bad wolf is gonna find you…and when I do I’m going to abso-fuckin’-lutley-“ he’s gone silent.

The sound of a branch breaking somewhere off to his left draws his attention and he’s instantly sprinting off in the same direction. You silently release the breath you were holding and your hoping whatever creature decided to distract him, was capable of keeping his attention on them for awhile.

This was all a fucking game to him!

You are immediately filled with disgust at his twisted way of thinking, but at the same time disappointed in yourself for being the slightest bit aroused at the concept.

Unwinding your limbs from the tree, you decide its time to move on and gracefully head off. The translucent wings on your back carry you for only a mile more before you’re forced to land: As soon as your feet touch the earth they disappear with a dull shimmer in the moonlight. The feeling of fear overwhelmed you immediately as your eyes dart back and forth, deeming it safe enough to move you start to tip toe across the forest floor. Despite your feet being entirely numb, you take care to avoid bits of rocks, gravel, and stick that line the forest floor. One wrong move and the sound they’d make underfoot would be equal with that to blowing a fucking air horn to give away your location.

Passing a larger than average tree instantly puts you in the direct line of sight of Katsuki, who’s smile is entirely genuine as happiness spreads throughout him.

Oh shit.

You immediately turn and try to run but its no use, he’s on you in an instant:

“There.You.Fuckin’.are! I thought I’d never see your dumbass again, dont ever scare me like that again” he’s crushing the air from your lungs as he hugs you, squeezing you close against him. The warmth he emits beginning to envelop you as he continues the bear hug. “Next time you wanna play a game you tell me first, got it? You coulda got really hurt out here….or worse if I hadn’t found ya”.

He was worried about you_______, you had him terrified he might have lost you!

You ought to be ashamed of yourself!

Tears fill your eyes at the thought of the new horror you’d gotten a glimpse of.

The one causing your distress is your only source of comfort in this moment, you cant help but cling to him. Using the tears to your advantage it was easy to slip into your role:

“M-m’so-“m’s-sorry daddy, I lost my way…I was s-so scared! Even r-right now I thought you were a b-bear!” You sobbed, gripping him tighter.

He’s trained you well huh?

“Hey there’s no need for all that, your safe now ya dumbass” his teasing is done out of love, and he’s comfortingly stroking your hair as he enjoys the familiar scent of it, “C’mon lets go home now, I’ll carry ya”.

With you on his back mimicking a Koala, he easily blasts his way through the sea of trees towards the cabin. Relief is flushing the fear from his system as he feels your hands on him, the fact that he’d intercepted you only feet away from the black top road had momentarily rendered his worries all too real, he wont let that happen again.

Once Katsuki has throughly checked both your hands and feet for frost bite and dotingly made sure your temperate had gotten back to normal you find yourself tucked into trapped in bed. Now he’s standing at the foot of the bed, admiring your naked body as the glint of moonlight causes a shine on the shackles on both your hands and feet. The fear in your eyes only succeeds to amplify the ache built up in his cock from chasing you a majority to the night. Now your here in front of him though: Spread out, scared, and ready for him.

He’d restrained you before, it wasn’t the bondage that brought a surge of terror into your soul. You’d always been aware of the fact that certain aspects of your relationship were far from normal…but the entire situation that had unfolded tonight was the start of something terrible. It was like the shift of a lone pebble giving way to a colossal avalanche. Except you weren’t a pebble, and your situation in life wasn’t entirely your fault….

When you look back on this night, wether it be six months, or years from now: You’ll consider this the kindest form of discipline Katsuki has ever shown you.

End

A/N: I have Story three halfway typed up: It starts off sexy and has smut all throughout so forgive me that these first two went without it!

[nagdabbit]

MY GIRLFRIEND'S COMMENTARY WHILE WATCHING HER FIRST AEW PPV

"my entire fitness goal is hook's shoulder-waist ratio, but with taz's extremely dense neck."

"the funniest thing about wrestling is that this fucking company is trying to make something called a stadium stampede sound both cool, AND serious."

gf: "if you cry listening to a crowd sing judas again, im divorcing you." me: "so that means youre gonna marry me." gf: "i've been bamboozled."

about brian cage: "this man is a huge dork. like, literally, i could fit me in him."

"i dunno what it is, but i would die to protect mr. hangman. he hunk, but he also baby."

thoughtfully, "i bet i could just catch you out of the air like that. i mean, i can squat you, i could probably even curl you like that, too."

because she is deeply in wrestling twitter now: "HOOK! babe, look, its hook! hook hive, rise up!"

"what i love about this feud is that all these men are fuckin' idiots. no brain cells, just shoes and fwiendship."

"what do you mean their tag team isn't just the wild boys, wtf? missed opportunity."

"those kicks are ugly, but i would steal them, too, honestly." *thirty seconds of silence layer* "for you, babe. i'd steal them for you, i mean."

"jon, no, the germs, jon, jesus christ, please dont drink that jon you dumbass."

"i love eddie, but i'm pretty sure we should never hang out. too much extremely new york energy, we would get arrested in like ten minutes. possibly less."

"diorsday device is the funniest shit ive ever fucking heard, how goddamn sad is that."

"max caster is gonna get murdered, but i love him."

"i wish bowens and his extremely attractive boyfriend the best in life."

"colt cabana and tay conti are tied for best smile in wrestling, but tay wins because i dont want colt to kick me in the face."

"penta is the only joker i formally recognize."

"today i found out that some people don't like stu and uno, and to them i say get entirely fucked."

after rush came out and i lost my entire shit: "i don't fully understand yet, but i support you." *one minute later* "oooooooooooohh. okay, yeah."

gf: "i enjoy that cody is pushing ogogo by being a dumb bitch with this america schtick." me: "you gonna say that when cody wins?" gf: "...fuck."

"ogogo got that guy ritchie movie ass music you love to see it."

"you were right about cody and i fuckin' hate it."

"aw yeah, its big boi season."

about miro: "i'm very gay, but the thing is, men with extremely jacked traps just do something to me."

"lance changed changed the color of his extensions and i appreciate that." *thirty seconds later* "are those... three crosses? tattooed on his back? jesus doesnt like murder, i don't think he likes murderhawks, either."

"britt baker is the only dentist i want in my mouth. no, wait, don't type that one!"

"oh, fuck, shidas getting teary i'm gonna fuckin cry, oh fuck, i get it now, i'm so sorry i made fun of you, i love her."

"oh fuck, shida knee me directly in the face."

"britt scares me. like the blood drip details on her gear are really cool, but i would legit believe its real blood from her."

"are you really crying about britt and the nice announcer man hugging?"

"hey, quick question, just real quick while ive got you here... why is the emo twink... like this?"

"darby's dad looks like my dad, and i'll never be okay with that."

"i like that darby just yeets himself around like that. he came in like a wrecking ball. a tiny, tiny wrecking ball."

"sting just tossing his son around the ring like that is very good, but, sir, that's bad parenting."

"the thing about sky and page is that these are the suburb guys i beat up at the beach on summer vacation. they have big "i robbed these guys at the pier" energy."

"damn, darby just feels his emotion with his entire face, doesnt he."

"okay explain the gambling thing and WHY it's a thing."

"orange rolling into the ring is so fucking good, that man is national treasure."

after me showing her the video of younger orange cassidy shitfaced and holding a fish for no reason: "i am shocked and appalled that you're only showing me this now."

after explaining the history of the jansport: "the range of this dumbass."

"i get that kenny is good and all, but his hair really fucks me up. it's upsettingly bad and i hope he knows that."

"pac is just. so much muscle. flippy beef man. a meateor." she did specify how to spell it for the joke because it was important.

"that man is a weeb, isnt he."

"something about a man breaking a hold by putting his hands in his pockets really gets me hype."

"fuck just murder omega and be done i hate this, put it on the beef man or the juicey boy already."

"babe, ill be right back i gotta murder this callis bitch."

screaming, "THAT'S MY FAVORITE REF, YOU UGLY FUCK!"

after kenny won: "i fucking hate wrestling, this is bullshit."

"holy fuck, babe, i forgot mark henry was a wrestle boy! i know him from the olympics!"

"hey, is mark henry bigger than large paul?"

"mjf is a dumb bitch and i love him."

"hey, quick question, who thought repelling down the stadium would look cool, they're so far away."

"there's wardlow, my sweet boy. this is cool now."

she laughed for a solid two minutes at tony schiavone saying, "here comes the little guy."

"i fuckin hate hager. kill him wardlow, kill that crispy maga ass bitch."

"okay what's with the chairs." *after a brief explanation of the chairshot heard round the world* "and, like, he can't just pick a new gimmick? it's been two years, bro. move on, shes not coming back."

"okay, i admit that this is great and i love it, kill that old man on the dancefloor."

upon learning this is technically the main event: "you mean it's over after this? theyre ending the show on THIS? not the triple threat match, this?"

"i just noticed mjf's bedazzled jeans, i'm not angry anymore, this is perfect."

"no, more wardlow. gimme the beef."

"christ, sammy guevara is kinda incredible and i'm fuckin angry about it. why cant inner circle be just sammy and santana and ortiz, fuck the other two."

"no, shut up! i refuse to sing along to this! whats wrong with you?! this is a bad song!"

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 29

and continuing on!

the cover w/megatron and tailgate....tg so tiny...ooough

omg I forgot abt swerves long ass recap lol

the fact that they lowkey lampshade the fact that as mtmte was really hitting its stride, ending s1 fantastically, they got sucked into the whole dark cybertron thing...Ls

TG AND CYCLONUS HHHHH

tg as a lil car...and cyclonus smiling when he hears him coming...HHHH

also I love that cyclonus kept the great sword that he like, found amongst the belongings of all the dead circle of light members lmao 

or maybe the dude it belonged to didn't die, but he was too intimidated to ask cyclonus for his sword back. understandable 

tgs reaction to megatron...omg. I love him

I love ‘star sabered’ as a way of saying ‘drunk’ lmao

OUGHBHGGBHGJIHHIUHGHH and then when tailgate is like ‘ok, but HAVE I been missed?’ and cyclonus smiles and says ‘very much’ IM GONNA FUCKING DIE. this is only the BEGINNING of the tender gay pain for these two, how am I gonna survive this

the fact that tailgate’s criteria for ‘best day ever’ includes ‘people knowing who I am’ and ‘people being nice to me’...my boy 😭😭 

ah, trial time. I'm not really one for court/procedural stuff, and the gay space robots edition of judge judy is about as much as I can handle 

OOOOOF the list. the liiiiiiist

AUGHHHHH rodimus....rodimus....please make good decisions my boy

TEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love him

the little swerve icon on the ‘no guns no swords no briefcases’ sign omg

the panel of megatron like, smirking and reclining while ultra magnus yells at him is wild...I always forget that those two like, actively didn't get along at the beginning, mostly bc we only see that for a few issues, but still, it’s pretty ironic considering how things end up w/them later

lost light insider...I SO wish we could've gotten that one-shot issue about the guy who writes it, that's ridiculously up my alley 

skids saying ‘I don't think you’re fit to drive’ to trailcutter is like, bending my brain, bc like...is it a DUI if a transformer drives around in alt mode while drunk...you're not driving a car, you're driving YOURSELF, but still...bruh

oh god starscream is here hvbakjhfbjksdbfj he’s such a bitch I love him

starscream putting on his theater kid crown, ready to make the fuck-up-the-plot-of-a-series-I'm-not-even-in speech of a lifetime

magnus and optimus: ok enough drama you gay idiot get to the point

that panel of starscream raising his hands up like ‘ok ok sheesh lol’ is so fucking funny

ok oh man, that is an epic speech. like, ooof. ‘he deserves pity.’ WOW

I feel like it also does such a good job showing how much bad blood is between starscream and megatron, and goes to show how megatron fucked Absolutely Everything up, including his dynamic w/his subordinates 

anyways, I cant believe starscream roasted megatron so hard that megatron ended up become a main cast member in mtmte bc of spite lmao

meanwhile nightbeat is contemplating the Mystery Stick™

nightbeat yet again pulling his bbc sherlock bs on somebody, this time...chromedome, certified grieving widow. never change nightbeat hvbhjakdsfbsakjdf

AUHGHHHHHH DATA GHOST REWIND IM HHHHHHHHHH

HIM 😭😭😭

I'M SO FUCKING SAD

REWINDDDDDDDDD

meanwhile, trailcutter is wearing a gopro to pull some sick illegal pranks for his youtube channel

there was probably a content creator power vacuum in the lost light youtuber community after rewind died and now everyone is scrambling to be the next big vlogger/editor

megatron: we should play this by the book

magnus: I have no choice but to simp

nautica is that Straightedge Square who gets caught up in sketchy shit and just dips vbhsjdkbfdjaskdf. the cops get called on a party and she's already gone, she drove you there but she left w/the car, whoops. I love her

oh I adore the panel with all the stuff labelled. tho ‘ambulons stuff (untouched)’ is making me really sad

ah, the premiere of the panic bubble, which will indeed be showing up again later

meanwhile starscream is doing lowkey anime poses and waxing poetic about how hard he dunked on megatron in front of everyone. I get the feeling he’s been waiting a long time for that one

oiguhahgudaf I forgot about chromedomes weird looking alt mode. cooked turkey lookinnnnn

don't knock ‘the power of love,’ nightbeat. You'll See™

the fact the cd is still looking for dominus even tho rewind is dead and also they haven't like, had any leads in millions of years...oof it hurts

gotta be honest, my first readthru I didn't understand the (really cool looking) panel of the lost light from the outside w/half of nightbeats hab suite missing, bc I just was like ‘oh its a visual framing technique for Cool Comic Panel’ lmao

ok I need the backstory of megatron being able to karate-chop people into permanent sobriety

megatron hiring trailcutter but in the most threatening way possible

oh, good, the coffin’s bleeding!

OHHH and the reveal that RODIMUS IS IN THE COFFIN and OH HEY we STILL haven't seen rodimus in the flash forwards have we??? hmmm

optimus: ok back to judge prime: luna 2 trials, magnus you got anything to add?

magnus: ಠ_ಠ(•_•)

and then we have megatron being the pettiest mfer in the known universe and changing his plea bc starscream pwned him ONCE 

hhhh and rodimus looking at the list...It Fuckin Hurts. my boy please make a good decision

thinkin abt how if optimus was like, supportive and understanding when rodimus tried to open up to him about his struggles w/leadership, all this might've gone differently...AUGH

anyways, cool issue! we’re doing lots of setup for the new status quo for s2, and there’s a mystery afoot! 

I don’t have much to say here tbh lol, this is a good issue and all but I don’t really have anything to add, soooo til next time!

[wickymicky]

you know, i used to say that Egoist or Hi High were my number one favorite kpop songs (it went back and forth, i think i was most vocal about Egoist being my number one but there were times when i felt like it was Hi High), but like... idk... like aside from So What, i feel like i’ve barely listened to Loona at all so far this year, and honestly it’s been like six or seven months, maybe eight or nine, since i regularly listened to Loona every day (again, aside from So What).... i’ve listened to Egoist, a song that i considered my favorite kpop song hands down for the majority of the time i’ve been into kpop, like ten times this year and that’s it... and some of those times were because i had the thought “oh jeez i havent listened to this song in a long time, i should do that... i’m betraying it...”

i wonder if i only kept saying/thinking that egoist is my favorite kpop song because i said it once and i had to stick to it... i think its pretty clear to any mutuals i have that my actual favorite kpop song is something like picky picky though, a song i actually post about all the time and listen to really frequently...

:/

so yeah, there’s no easy way to say this, but it really feels like i’m hanging on to Loona out of a sense of loyalty more than anything else :( it’s hard to put into words but listening to Loona feels kinda different these days. knowing more about how they decided things on the fly and how rushed the selection of the final members was (and how little the members were told) kinda... like... doesn’t it change how you listen to a song like New or Egoist? it certainly gives a lot more context to Yves being really shy in those first loonatvs she was in... and Olivia’s experience with her debut was such a whirlwind, like, she was just kind of thrust into the group... i have soooo much respect for all the members for being able to handle it, and i think it’s a fuckin miracle that it worked and they ended up with twelve incredible members, all of whom are so talented and any group would be lucky to have them, but even still just... some of the fun is lost a little bit for me. and I can’t listen to Everyday I Love You, one of my favorite Loona songs, without thinking of how much Vivi’s potential has been wasted. it turned a song that i have fun while listening to into one that makes me frustrated or sad. 

for whatever reason, i feel less of that when listening to ot12 stuff, even if some members get shit for lines, tho tbh, and this is a really hot take and i’m sorry... but i’m really mostly just into their three title tracks (and Favorite i guess), i rarely listen to their bsides.. they don’t hit me the same way, i guess. anyway though it’s the predebut stuff that makes me frustrated or sad. i cant help but empathize and think of what they must be feeling in the predebut era... happiness and excitement sure, but also nervousness, anxiety, stress, etc... the one by one debut concept was novel and it ended up working out in a sense, but at what cost? it was able to work out because the yyxy members were brought in at the last minute, Hyeju literally with only like 24 hours before they were gonna reveal the next member, and with all the changes we know about like Vivi probably being intended to be in OEC and things like that, and trainees that BBC had who for whatever reason ended up being rejected also probably at the last minute in favor of the yyxy members who were brought on... sigh... idk

it feels like it’s getting harder and harder to be a fan of this group, too. as they get more popular and more recognition, the fandom is growing, and with that comes a lot more drama, none of which i particularly care about (aside from the stuff relating to the group itself, as i’ve been talking about). they got their first win, and i was happy at the time, but... i’m worried about their future. it’s not that i wish they didnt get their first win, it’s just... i hope this doesnt make BBC feel validated in overworking and over-controlling them, you know? i want to believe that a lot has changed for the better since after Butterfly, especially when Jaden Jeong left, but we just have no way of knowing that for sure. there’s evidence for both sides, so at the end of the day, all we can do is speculate, and that doesnt really help anything. 

it sucks to admit this to myself but i feel like i’m losing interest in this group because of all this. whenever i’ve watched loona content from the So What era, sometimes they do seem happy, but even then there’s this feeling that they’re stressed and tired. are they happy? again, we can only speculate, so it’s best not to, but i cant stop my idiot brain from assuming the worst and picking up on signals that might not even actually be there, it’s just confirmation bias. maybe i only feel like theyre not at 100% because i’m already worried theyre not at 100%, you know? hmmm. also, i just... don’t think i feel the same connection with this group that i used to. maybe i never really did, tbh. they were my first group, my introduction to kpop, and i genuinely love some of their stuff still, but i feel like as i’ve gotten sooooo much more understanding of this whole kpop industry and i can put loona’s discography in context with aaaaaallllllll the other kpop songs i’ve listened to.... i feel like a lot of their stuff hasn’t aged as well as i would want, for me. you know how sometimes you wonder how much of what you like is really stuff you like, and how much is only because other people like it so you subconsciously feel you have to too? well, at first i would have said i genuinely love all of it and i could explain why, but idk i think i was convincing myself of some of it... as ive found more stuff that i genuinely love, it becomes clearer what are my things and what arent, you know? when i only knew 30 kpop songs and had 5 super-favorites, it was easier to overestimate some things, but now that i know hundreds and have a really deep pool of super-favorites, some of that early stuff i found is overshadowed, i guess. maybe egoist isnt as special to me anymore cause like.. at the time, i hadnt heard many kpop songs like it, but now... i have. and some of them do what it does just as well................. if not better............... sigh, i feel like im punching my past self in the gut

if this hurts you to read cause you’re a huge orbit, trust me, i know what you mean, it hurts to admit this. it kinda sucks to realize that you’re slowly losing interest in something you once loved and was incredibly important to you. 

oh and by the way, when i talk about losing interest, i dont mean that i dont care about loona anymore lmao, i just mean theyre going from my number 1 or 2 or 3 spot down to like my number 5 or 6 or 7 spot haha, alongside other groups that i like a lot but don’t follow the same way i follow my ults. so like even if i continue feeling this way about them, theyre still one of my favorite groups lol. like i guess i would kinda place them around where i would place twice or another group like that in my top 10? anyway... i just had to get this all off my chest. it started out being a post just about egoist and kinda hi high too, but then i realized i had a lot more to say haha, sorry. hopefully this doesnt upset anyone, idk, i hope you understand where im coming from :(

[hepivs-blog]

❝   zoë kravitz.  cisfemale.  she/her.   ❞   ━    𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨  welcomes  alexandra palmer  with  open  arms.  the thirty two year  old  mechanic has  been  living  here  for  seventeen years,  give  or  take.  on  a  good  day,  they  seem  the  affable  &  tactile type,  but  their  sullen  & distant  tendencies  shine  through  when  there  are  no  taxis  into  the  city.

hey whats up jake paulers. ron here once again, bc i have poor impulse control and i just love too many ppl to only pick one fc at the end of the day yk. so here’s my second kid, alex. n honestly my big little lies ass is just head over heels w zoë so its a win win. anyway, here’s my gal

folks!!!!! *claps hands* ( im too into the kurtis conner intro im sorry ), this yee haw mf right here is alexandra katherine palmer and for the early fifteen years of her life she lived in tucson, arizona so u can say shes a certified yee yee cowgirl n all tha yk

family wise the girl hasn’t had a grand ol time yk, her mom died when she was four due to cystic fibrosis and boy did it take a TOLL on her family fr. honestly tbh alex’s dad loved her mother so much and made sure that alex grew up loving the memory of her mom as much as he did

so yeah, maybe out of a need to occupy alex’s time with activities that encouraged a healthier life for her or out of fear that alex had inherited her mom’s disease, the palmer papa made sure alex was always wrapped up in sports. swimming, cross country, basketball, nothing was too much for alexandra and she genuinely felt a deep connection w athletic activities. but the real winner out of all the modalities alex performed, the girl was an innate boxer

in fact, she became kind of a rising star. alex took up boxing at twelve years old and evolved quickly, her natural disposition and agility were a deadly match and three years later, alex was invited to join a professional boxing team in louisiana ( the reason why they came to lakeview ok )

ofc alex thrived and put a lot of wins under her belt, winning a few championships, even H O W E V E R, when alex was getting ready to go big and finally turning eighteen her dad, papa palmer, had a stroke :///

so she was left with a choice of closing her dad’s garage and going off to fight ppl everywhere professionally and leaving her dad to the care of nurses and the like, or staying w her dad and abandoning her dream of being the next million dollar baby

obvs you can tell which option she picked. bc of her childhood trauma of losing a parent, alex couldn’t envision a living where she didn’t stay and help out her dad. and though nowadays papa palmer is alive and well and kicking, the window of her success is already closed. but alex doesn’t resent her dad for it tbh, if she had to make the choice ten times over, she’d pick her dad

nowadays alex works in her family’s garage and makes a living as a mechanic but she ocasionally still pumps out a few punches. she’s also v protective of her father and couldn’t bear if anything ever happened to him tbh ( can u imagine that??? a good dad?? me neither )

her personality is v hot n cold tbh shes v matter of fact and doesn’t take any bullshit and at the same time shes v confident and extroverted bc of all the sports shes ever practiced and being good at them all yk it must b nice to not suck at coordination skills

yeehaw lesbian yk

has some trouble w relationships bc she always viewed her parents marriage as the be all end all of relationships and the fact that her dad hasn’t remarried and how he says his mother n him were soulmates rlly gets to alex n its sad cause she cant believe she’ll find that in her life thus making her a lil cynical

however v flirty n will offer to pay drinks for pretty girls

kind of a sweetheart but has a hard time showing that cause she hates feeling vulnerable or some dumb shit like that so yk dont invite her to watch sad movies cause she’ll cry n then punch u bc u made her watch it

loves to fish bc shes outdoorsy n annoying

abs for fuckin days

oh def a stoner my dude, she loves to fix cars n smoke n listen to some swift lauryn hill yk how it is

won’t ever admit she has feelings ok the way she’ll show she cares about u is asking you for ur netflix password cause she considers that a familial gesture idk either

conspiracy theories galore she swears she saw an ufo while farming when she was a teenager

has a weird sense of humor but she means well

her pinterest board

okay so i still have one more intro to write but if you’d like to plot w my beautiful but ocasionally aggressive gay pls hmu or yell into the void n i will come to u. thats it arigato n sayonara

[thenixkat]

Hork-Bajir Chronicles notes

Hork Bajir chronicles

Prologue from Tobias instead of from one of the hork bajir

I’d much rather a normal hork-bajir perspective

The elimist is a cheater

Then, below me, I saw a sight that made me glad to be there. A strange creature like nothing Earth has ever given birth to. It was four feet tall. There were razor-sharp blades at its ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows. There were two long, forward-raked horns coming from its head. It had a tail that ended in Stegosaurus spikes.

Huh

Listen I wanna read the adventures of Ket and Jara rescuing their people

I don’t like the animorphs

Fuck off Tobias

Andalite date: year 8561.Z

Yeerk date: Generation 685, mid-cycle

Hork-Bajir date: early-warm

Earth date: 1966

Not like I’m good at time shit

Also Finally moving into the story and its not even a dman hork-bajir narrating the first section

So andalites were specist as fuck towards the yeerks b4 the yeerks got violent

I could not watch anymore. I ran outside, unnoticed by the adults. I ran outside into the Yeerk twilight. The wild green and yellow-streaked sky was turning dark.

The harsh air rasped in my throat. Soon the nightly rain, the acid rain, would fall and I would have to retreat back into the shelter.

To bad no one ever gives a name for the yeerk homeworld

It took 2 years for Aldrea to go from young enough to not be worth notice in a military meeting to almost grown

I’m not like most females. Dear gods

For the most part it looked more like some dead moon than a living planet. Much of the surface was dark gray, sterile rock. I knew from our briefing that there was only a very thin atmosphere. It was cold. Bitterly cold. With air so thin that an Andalite could expect to suffocate and die within thirty minutes.

But around the equator of the planet was a strange sight: huge, deep rifts, interwoven, interconnected. It looked as if someone had stepped on the planet, squashing it like a ripe ooka melon so that the sides had burst open.

In fact, that's exactly what had happened. Millions of years earlier, a massive asteroid had hit the planet's northern pole. The impact had shattered the crust, especially around the equator.

It had opened massive valleys that cut deep, deep into the planet's surface.

Valleys with steep, rugged walls. The valleys were as much as fifty miles deep and held onto a rich nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere. The walls of the valleys were green. The floors of the valleys were a poisonous, eerie blue. Our sensors did not penetrate that blue mist.

Interesting. Father Deep sounds interesting

It takes 2 months to go from the Andalite home world to Father Deep

It took two years for Aldrea’s brother Barafin to be born and decent young kid age

Four crew members began unloading our supplies and equipment. And I stepped out for the first time on the planet that was merely called Sector 5, RG-21578-4. RG meant red giant. That was the type of sun at the center of this system. The dash-four meant this was the fourth planet from that sun.

More info on Father Deep

Finally a damn hork-bajir perspective

Not any of the monsters of the Deep. Not any of the lizards or snakes of the Outside. They had four legs. One, two, three, four. They had a tail, but it was high, not dragging the ground. They had two arms. They had no blades, except one small blade on each of their tails. Their horns were very small. And they moved. And there were eyes on the ends of their horns.

I want to know more about this world. How well have horks explored the Outside?

Dak may be a seer but he lack good old common sense and fear of potential danger, Jagil has to put up with a lot of shit

Oh we get Espilin 9466 viewpoint/backstory too

Older Yeerks spoke of the pools of home. Of their smells and temperatures; of their size and spaciousness; of their traditions that stretched back for hundreds of generations.

I want all the alien backstroies

Huh, most of Espilin’s friends and family don’t like the whole being in a host thing

Yeerks hacked the andalite computers

Back to the damn andalites

Andalites being specist and ableist? Who’da thunk it

"The small, feathered one? It's called a chadoo."

It was no more than two feet long and covered in deep blue feathers. It had four short legs and two elongated arms ending in claws. It moved by racing along branches and then leaping through the air, much as Dak did. But the chadoo had skin flaps that caught the air like an airfoil, so that it could glide.

Wild life on Father Deep

Wait, why is it a hexapod when the horks are tetrapods?

As yes what was that about horks having no culture? b/c that looks like damn culture

With Espilin 9466

Fucking andaliteaboo

Huh, espilin was noticed by his superiors

Epilin is a dick

The other was Akdor 1154. It was Akdor who had led the uprising against the Andalites.

It was Akdor who had first understood the concept of using a host body to act as a predator. It was Akdor who had personally killed four of the Andalite scum.

Akdor 1154 was a damn pioneer

Dak Hamee again

"No," I said, smiling. Aldrea had said that Andalite trees could speak in a way. Guide trees: Gari-bahs. But I was not sure I believed it. Our trees did not speak. "We call it the language of the trees, but it is only what we Hork-Bajir use as our primitive communicators. At night the great sound speaks from across the valley. It is how we speak with our brothers and sisters of the other two tribes in the valley. The sound is made by stretched vines. The vine is soaked in rain. Then it is stretched tight, vertically, between high branches and low branches.

"Three of these vines are strung this way, all in one chosen tree. The tree must be a very old Nawin tree, for Nawin trees become hollow with age. One vine must be ten times the height of a Hork-Bajir. The second must be seven heights. The smallest five heights.

"Two Hork-Bajir climb out on branches and hold a long, straight sapling. This sapling is drawn across the vine, creating a deep sound."

<Resonance,> Aldrea said. <lt's almost a type of music>

"Yes. Sad music tonight," I said. "It is the southern tribe. They tell us that three of their people have been taken to Father Deep." I listened some more to the low, long, sad notes that vibrated around the valley, echoing from the walls.

"They say that Father Deep has created new monsters. They are ... small. That's strange. The monsters of the Deep are always larger than us. Yet these were small. Two legs. . . long arms. . . yellow eyes."

Again hork-bajir have fucking culture, techno0logy

Aldrea fucking tell the horks what they’re in for!

God damn, how ambitious do you have to be for Espilin 9466 to say yer too ambitious

Espilin is a better military strategist than Carger 7901

Aldrea’s family is dead

I don’t think she’s gonna apologize for damaging one of Dak’s blades

Dak comes to realize that people can intentionally choose to hurt each other. He is not ok with this

Yeah, Aldrea is a very angry and plenty spiteful

I really hope Dak isn’t ashamed of his people

I find iyt hard to believe that horks have no concept of parasites, parasites tend to pop up anywhere there’s an opportunity for parasitism

Dak is concerned about the cultural harm this could cause his people as well

Yeah, that sounds very selfish Aldrea

Dak is very insightful

No Dak should not trust Aldrea

Right, there’s a reason that horks stay out of the deep

I don’t like Aldrea

Dak, you could do better

The walls of the chasm were covered in an amazing, intricate filigree: windows, doors, walkways, arches, open spaces cut back into the cliff. All connected vertically by stone stairways.

Thousands of feet below, below all this incredible construction, maybe tens of thousands of feet, was the valley floor. It was not as bright as a sun. But it was bright enough to cast shadows upward from every stair and arch and windowsill.

It glowed red and yellow and seemed to seethe with slow, sluggish movement.

We were looking at the molten heart of the planet.

The world under the deep

Espilin you have too much faith in the andalites

Well, I cant say he doesnt know politics

Dak slept as Hork-Bajir do: He relaxed his legs and slumped down into a sort of sitting position, with legs splayed out in front and thick tail providing a third support. His head fell forward, chin to chest.

He was asleep instantly, as far as I could tell. I was jealous. Sleep isn't always that easy for me. For most Andalites. We are a watchful species. My mother explained it to me once when I found myself unable to sleep for several days.

<We no longer have predators to attack us,> she'd said, <but evolution does not just throw away adaptations that were necessary once. The animals we evolved from were prey for millions of years. They lived in vast herds, always watched by hungry predators. This was before we developed our tail blades and we had no protection but speed. We still feel the need to watch for predators. It may be a million years before we lose that instinct>

Biology!

Damn, Aldrea

The Arn are dicks

I do not feel sorry that they go extinct

Dont be a creeper Espilin

The Jubba-Jubba, like the three-fingered monstrosity that had attacked us.

The Galilash, fourteen feet tall, with green-and-red reptilian flesh and razored tentacles.

The Gorks, only three feet tall but twenty feet across, shuffling, twelve-legged horrors with

snapping, extending mouths on all sides.

There was a monster called a Lerdethak, a bizarre tangle of living vines surrounding a ravening mouth.

And then there were things the Hork-Bajir had never seen long enough to name. Things with mouths that could chew down a tree, things with needle-sharp quills ten feet long, things that squirted acid.

Deep monsters

I will not weep for the fuckin Arn.

Be quiet Aldrea

I will weep for Dak and his people

ANd thus the loss of the innocence of the hork-bajir

The hork-bajir killing helpless yeerks does not count as a war crime b/c they don’t have rules for war

Hork guerilla warfare

It was a dark day. Mother Sky was weeping, sending down tears to soothe Father Deep's anger. It was raining.

Culture

We climbed wearily back up out of the Am wall-city. We rested in the zone once inhabited by monsters and now empty. The wounded Hork-Bajir died. That night we found a tree away from any Yeerk concentrations. We dug a hole at the roots and buried him, in the Hork-Bajirn tradition.

Funeral culture

Of course the andalites take their sweey ass time and have the nerve to be racist fucks

And sexist as hell

Fuck andalites

Dak schooling andalite fuckers is a good

SO how does the timeline between Hork-Bajir chronicles match up with that in the Andalite chronicles

Espilin is good at this

This is still a loosing battle

I feel no pitty for the Arn

Fuck the andalites

Go off Dak, tell that andalite

The Hork-Bajir deserve better, Dak specificly deserved better than what he got

It was so easy morphing Alloran that I barely knew it was happening. There was no mental change. I still had the same Andalite instincts. But now, as I walked ahead of Dak, I felt the increased physical power of being in a male form. When I turned my stalk eyes back, I saw the heavy tail blade of a male. I also felt the slight male clumsiness, the lack of subtle balance that a female Andalite possesses.

Biology

So the andalites and the arn have decided to wipe out the hork-bajir to inconvience the yeerks

Fuck both the andalites and the arn

Good Aldrea finially got her shit together

Aldrea is now ride or die for Dak

Dak is the best character in this damn series

Aldrea is now a nothlit

Damnit!

Poor Gah

The andalites are fucking cowards and I will not weep for the Arn

Poor hork-bajir

Jara Hamee is a very good story teller

Jara and Ket name their daughter Toby after Tobias, Toby is diffrent

I want more stories from the hork perspective

[drterminal]

the umbrella academy s1 reactions - part 4

THIS IS THE LAST ONE I PROMISE.

+ i tagged spoilers this time uwu

im not putting this one under a cut bc my first post seems to be doing better than my others and y'all know i crave that validation. this probably won't get many notes anyway but im living my best life so!

EPISODE EIGHT

- CLAIRE!!!!!!!!

- aw the little animations for allison’s story,,,, my heart,,,

- “i wanna hear the one about the eiffel tower!” owo

- ALLISON NOOOOO :(

- interracial couple!!!!

- OH SHIT IS THAT WHY PATRICK WANTS A DIVORCE??

- “i heard a rumor that you love me” OH YMGOD 

- allison :(

- PROSTHETIC EYE

- okay but? how bad did those guys beat him up ????? like damb they really gouged out his fuckin eyes ( + vanya’s power affecting him )

- LUTHER’S A FUCKING VIRGIN SDNOIHJVGJDKANSDBHFEKJNEQ

- HFKJLDSJFBDNSD FIVE JUST TAKES LUTHER’S COFFEE - why tf is there so much traffic in the middle of nowhere

- “where have you been?” “jail”

- “you should have LED with that!”

- HE BROKE THE DOOR SNDKJFLD

- agnes: *closes donut shop* 

also agnes: *leaves all the lights on*

- SERGEANT CHEDDAR

- SISTERS!!!

- that scene w baby vanya & baby allison........ don't like that

- did they really have to have vanya be influenced by allison’s power?? that's dumb. why not be convinced you were ordinary because you were told that for years, despite seeing your powers for yourself, but slowly starting to believe those lies? you were only four, after all, and you haven't shown any signs of having a power since then. maybe you’re just ordinary, not because that mindset is forced onto you from your sister’s powers, but from your father’s abuse

- OH MY GOD THEY DID IT

- ALLISON’S VOCAL CHORDS WERE DESTROYED IN APOCALYPSE SUITE 

- I DIDNT THINK THEY WERE GONNA DO THAT SNSJKFNDKNF

- DONT SIT THERE CRYING TAKE HER TO A FUCKING HOSPITAL

EPISODE NINE

- OH MY GOD HER HEAD IS BACKWARDS

- vanya in bath..... pretty....

- DIEGO HAS A FEAR OF NEEDLES JDKALJNFKDAKSJDJF

- HE JUST PASSES OUT

- diego hargreeves is Baby and I Love Him

- “you’re better than that. and dave? he knew it too” JKKSFDLAFHBJIFUHUJIASDBDJA AAAAAA

- ben is So Good

- BEN HIT HIM ODPFKSLNGJFKOS HOLY SHIT

- VANYA FOUND THE BOOK

- HOLY FUCKING SHIT VANYA

- hsdjkbfhjad diego just grabbing klaus without even looking at him 

- hazel: busts in holding a gun

five: hey u want a margarita

- FHUIJDLKHBKDSFDBFNSKM DIEGO 

“hazel, why are you here?” “well—” *KICK*

- diego & hazel: fighting

five: *sips margarita*

- “i guess i would have grown up to be an emotionally stunted man-child like everybody else around here”

-  LUTHER 

- WHAT THEF UVDCK 

- FUCK YOU LUTHER

- hazel and cha-cha: fighting

music: sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows—

- hell yeah i knew she wasnt dead

- smiley pancakes!!!

- god i love grace

- HOLY

- SHIT

EPISODE TEN

- what? the fuck?

- what is this pixie hollow ass shit

- its the white violin time babey!!

- BEN DID IT AGAIN 

- oh my god pogo

- are they gonna do it????

- YEP THEY DID IT (pogo’s death)

- also i really hate the whole “you’re so qUiRkY and SpEcIaL,,,your powers were,, too great,,,,,, ówò,,,we had to hide you from the world, protect your siblings,,,” thing they did to vanya :/

- HSI FUCKIGN STUTTER I CANT :’0

- diego’s leg go bounce

- “she thought he was a furry” DFKSJHFDK

- “if i were going to date a man, you’d be the last man i would date” “you’d be lucky to get me”

- FIVE GETS HIS FORTUNE COOKIE!!!!

- claire!!

- allison :(

- HOLY SHIT?!>?@$<E

- DID THAT KILL HER???

- “WHO THE HELL ARE THESE GUYS???” “MAYBE THEY’RE HERE FOR KENNY’S BIRTHDAY!”

- aidan gallagher is such a good actor?? like damb he’s so young

- DID THAT KILL HER??

- forgive me for being a little skeptical after she survived a GRENADE

- “yeah, we’re fine, thanks for asking”

- SHIT CHA-CHA’S ALIVE - KLAUS AND BEN!!!!!!

- SHES TURNING WHITE

- diego :’0

- “oh welcome back where were you”

- PLEASE TELL ME THEY MAKE KLAUS DO HIS THING

- five: you gotta trust me on this

luther, diego, and klaus: no

- >:( they didnt make klaus hold up the moon via telekinesis 

- they’re COWARDS for not doing that smh

- instead they take the fucking cliche time travel ending 

- c o w a r d s

- aw baby umbrellas :0

-  IT JUST FUCKING ENDS LIKE THAT??>FMKLSD:F

- but GOD HAZY SHADE OF WINTER. FUCKING SLAPS

- anyway. i loved that. but im sleep now bc its like 2 am

[tumblunni]

I JUST REALIZED WHO THIS GUY’S JAPANESE VOICE REMINDS ME OF

Friggin Muchigoro from the sixth One Piece movie! The random half fish half plant probably some human in there somewhere dude who has a pet giant death goldfish and is generally the cutest man on earth

AND THEN THAT MOVIE INCREDIBLY TRAUMATIZED ME

Seriously i still cannot believe this movie even EXISTS, its such a bizarre form of..like..trolling you into accidentally watching a really good movie??? Posters and preproduction material and the art style and the actual name of the thing = “oh its a cute adventure about everyone playing goofy carnival games on carnival island im sure this villain Baron Carnival will absolutely not jumpscare me with something such as for example a sympathetic comic relief goldfish friend remembering that he’s already dead and reliving the process of drowning again while on dry land and you the viewer have to watch every second of it”

SERIOUSLY FUCKIN HELL I STILL MOURN YOU, MUCHIGORO

This film actually turned out to be a FUCKIN AMAZING lovecraftian horror thing where the Fun And Innocent Carnival Games slowly manipulate our heroes into bickering amoungst each other and pick them off one by one with just the excuse of ‘oh he totally abandoned you he wasnt really your friend after all’ (MEANWHILE THE ADORABLE REINDEER MASCOT IS GASPING FOR AIR AS HE’S PINCUSHIONED BY ARROWS IN THE BACKGROUND)

And then fuckin.. super fancy cute mr baron carnival man is actually sacrificing everyone who loses his carnival games to a fuckin terrifying evil spirit of the forest who’s fused to the flesh of his shoulder and whispering dark thoughts into his very bloodstream. And you get to see a fucked up abomination of twisted human flesh fused into a plant stem while our cute happy-go-lucky protagonist cries out that he has no reason to live now his friends are dead and its like WHAT THE ACTUAL JESUS FUCK IS HAPPENING

Oh and at the same time its SURPRISINGLY DEEP and evil carnival dude has a really sympathetic reason behind it all. You see, EVERYONE ELSE ON THE ISLAND IS DEAD! once upon a time he really was just a goofy cute carnival themed pirate dude with a big ol family of funny buddies. And then they all DIED HORRIBLY and this forbidden hellbeast made a pact with him to ressurect them if he murdered other people in return. Yes, everyone having adorable lil flowers and leafs on their head was DARK FORESHADOWING ALL ALONG

So that gets us back around to this super memorable goddamn character! Poor muchigoro!! he’s just a funny doofus who loves his pet fishie and also apparantly his boss. Like he’s really loyal and hero-worshippy to baron festival mc evilplanman, and baron festival mc evilplanman looks so goddamn GENUINELY FORLORN every damn second theyre together. There’s so many foreshadows where this dude is like ‘ha ha isnt every day wonderful when we’re together, im so happy you all enjoy these funny carnival games i made for you to all never be sad ever again’. *looks like he’s fuckin dying inside* jesus christ seriously are we really doing a plot about a suicidal man who lost everyone he ever loved and now he locks himself up with these fake illusions of what they used to be like, struggling with the fact he knows its wrong to kill others to sustain their life but he loves them so much he just cant stop himself AND WHO SAW THIS COMING FROM GODDAMN GOLDFISH HUGS BEANMAN

So yeah GOLDFISH HUGS BEANMAN is your first mega scarring moment hinting at the dark plot. He almost accidentally tells the heroes about whats going on, since he doesnt actually know he’s dead and ends up stumbling into a gap in his memory. And then the Ominous Forest Sentience just fuckin.. revokes his life permissions. Dude drops dead for getting too close to knowing the truth. Incredibly graphically. And then even worse is that he just reappears again later on, back in comic relief mode and apparantly unable to remember anything. He’s all “haha boss thats so weird i fell asleep on the job! I’m totally fine now tho!” and boss dude is like *bittersweet look* “i’m so glad i cant bear to see you without a smile on your face” *casually glances over the fact he just fuckin fed a guy’s soul to the dessicated corpse of his best friend and he just got back up”

And theres loads of equally depressing stuff with all the other equally adorable buddies!! There’s the ring toss attraction with a trio of adorable tiny elderly folks in funny frog costumes, this weird ice hockey/cooking competition combo game with a big scary buff dude who has a soft spot for bunny hair clips, and A LITERAL TEN YEAR OLD CHILD WHO WAS ALSO AMOUNGST THE DEAD

Oh goddd, Gappa is the one that traumatized me second much next to Muchigoro. He’s a cute kid in a goofy DJ costume but also he seems to be the one whose sense of self has most been eroded by becoming a soul-eating hellbeast? He’s introduced adorably trying to steal the hat of one of the protagonists cos he wants to be all cool fashion, and then suddenly out of nowhere his eyes go red and he murders the dude for saying no. And this wasnt even under orders from the boss dude or anything, boss dude just turns up to find the poor kid still staring off into space like he doesnt know what happened. He fuckin ate a dude’s soul and crushed the skull of his friend who tried to avenge him, and was pincushioned by a bunch of swords and just casually pulled them out of his ribcage. So he’s just sitting there disassociating the fuck out! “What did i just do, why did i do that, why did he cut me and i dont bleed?” And boss guy holds him and comforts him and tells him obvious lies about how he’s..just a very strong kid. He’s just such a great fighter that he totally must have dodged all that guy’s attacks. Don’t worry. And its such a brief scene but you get the sense that this must have happened a million times, the kid keeps accidentally ‘breaking’ people and getting close to realizing he’s a walking corpse and because of his father figure trying to shield him from the realization its just fucking up his mental state even more and he’s become the perfect host for the fuckin EVIL NIGHTMARE FOREST GOD THING

Anyway eventually we get to the final confrontation involving every one of our heroes being soul-nommed except one, and he’s barely able to drag his arrow-riddled body across the battlefield to keep on fighting. And the last you see of all the comic relief corpse dudes is them being confused why they feel so sleepy, and dropping to the floor one by one. You get the sense this whole thing is really fuckin desperate, the boss dude must have been running out of people to feed to the horrifying corpse machine and he’s had to deal with his friends slowly dying around him. And there’s this really messed up moment where all the heroes getting soul-nabbed is presented as a HAPPY MOMENT for the cute comic relief guys. You see them all come back to life and be like ‘yay another perfect day at perfect carnival island with all our very non dead friends!’ And then when the hero finally wins and saves everyone, its punctuated by a depressing note of all the funny dudes simultaneously vanishing into dust forever. leaving behind nothing but a bunch of plants growing out of a pile of empty clothes. Like the scariest damn part is how its left ambiguous whether the creepy ass forest god was even really capable of ressurecting the dead or if it was just puppeting a bunch of dolls and imitating what this man remembers of his dead friends. though the fact they were able to act on their own free will and almost mess up the plan sometimes would imply there’s at least some level of the original person still left there. but still theres also the whole freaky scene of Murder Child Does Not Remember Murdering All These People so..yeah. Horrifying ambiguity.

And then it just ends with poor boss carnival dude looking at his bloodstained hands desperately trying to hold together the dead corpse of this god that promised to keep his friends alive. He fuckin HOLDS INTESTINES IN HIS HANDS WHILE SOBBING! And what super extra sucks is that they dont give him any sort of resolution of getting to move on and atone now he’s free of that thing’s control. He just desperately tries to backstab the hero at the last moment cos he’s just so lost in grief for his friends, and thus ends up dying. And the last you see of him is him floating in the void while he hears the sound of the shipwreck that killed his friends so long ago, and fuckin CUTE VOICE OF FUNNYMAN MUCHIGORO welcomes him to the goddamn afterlife. While crying that he wishes his boss was able to move on without him and live a little longer instead.

END

CUE HAPPY CREDITS MUSIC

CUE EVERYONE IN THE AUDIENCE CRYING FOR THE NEXT TEN YEARS

i am sobbing into my keyboard just remembering this, seriously i dont even fuckin LIKE One Piece yet im somehow a giant fan of this one singular filler arc written by some other author. WHERE IS MY ENTIRE DAMN HUNDRED EPISODE ANIME ABOUT THIS PLOTLINE?? it has fuckin NOTHING to do with One Piece either, you coulda replaced the protagonists with the protagonists of any other anime and it woulda worked just as well. Its just like fuckin... Happy Anime Dudes Take A Brief Vacation To An Entirely Different Story About Horror Murder. like i know One Piece does have its own sad and deep stories sometimes but not EXISTENTIAL HORROR OF GOLDFISH FRIENDO

I NEVER EXPECTED TO BE TRAUMATIZED BY THIS ADORABLE BEAN BOY

rip muchigoro

...anyway i suppose i might be subconciously drawn to characters who have anything in common with him cos of the sheer PLEASE UNDO THE HELL YOU INFLICTED UPON THIS FUNNYMANS factor.

also I guess Mr Movien is kinda like his character design upside down. big head mode vs tiny head mode: FIGHT!!!

in conclusion i wish i had not remembered the tears of this

[huayuns-blog]

ayyyyyyy im orion and i’m literally an 80 yr old stuck in an 18 yr olds body ? like its ten rn but a bih is ready to call it a night ! also i feel like i havent written an intro in like 1000000 yrs so cut me sum slack im stupid as shit SMSDKFJ ! lemme jus paste my app then i’ll put sum more under the cut cya !

└ wong yuk hei ( lucas ), nineteen, he/him ┐ this town wouldn’t be complete without zhao hua yun wondering around. they’re known as the artisan and have been living here for a year. i hear they really like neon signs, rainy nights, and cold weather, but can’t stand peanut butter, alcohol, and sand. their sole purpose ? i hear it’s to become more confident in his work and finally enter a piece into an art exhibit, but we’ll see how that goes.

ya ok im unprepared ... so what ? are any of us ever really prepared ? lemme jus throw down a few quick things aight 1. ) most people call him yuyu its just one of those nicknames that stuck from when he was young but he honestly doesnt care what you call him ? he likes nicknames and shit but also doesnt give a fuck either way 2. ) hes currently a student but wants to be a full time artist 3. ) hes p chill and usually down for wtvr but he doesnt fuck around with alcohol or anything just cause hes had bad experiences with it in the past however drugs are a diff story he’ll dabble ( i hate that word btw im just incompetent and cant think of another ) in it 4. ) if someone asks then he says that hes bi but he doesnt care for labels ? like he fully believes that if ur lucky enough to find love then gender becomes pretty irrelevant

anyway if ya wanna plot then jus smash that mf heart and i’ll shoot u a mssg or u can hmu idc but just a heads up that im p fuckin bad at plotting even tho i want em all SMDSFKJ !

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

MEAT EPILOGUE 2

12

DIZZAY: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. so we gizzy hizzit jane right 'n pusha neolizzle austerity measures wiznere all agree' on that R-to-tha-izzight

KARKAT: UH HUH.

JIZZAY: yizzeah sizzle

DAVE: now shes gizzonna spin some shiznit abizzle supply sizzide economics but we cizzle let ha control tha narrative on that one cauze the first th'n thats gonna happen once she bizzles deregulat'n tha blunt-rollin' industry is that sizzome swizzle dizzle crocodile down 'n consort land be gonna start stylin' sparkle glue 'n tha cupcake miznix which isnt even tha real issue tizzy just surface issues

KIZZLE so show some love! RIGHT.

JADE like this and like that and like this and uh: definitely

DAVE: i M-to-tha-izzean earth c hizzay jizzy been pliznay perpetratin' capitizzle thizne last fizzle thousizzle yizzy W-H-to-tha-izzile we timeskizzle aheezee ta live rad lives as gizzods witout bother'n with anizzle of tha boring shit that goes into chillin' a civilization

DAVE: which be fine i mean you cant rizzle expect a bunch of tizzy whizzo dizzidnt finizzle mizzay schoo' ta set up a sustainable F-to-tha-izzorm of social democracizzle tizzy isnt just blatantly rizzle off whateva we incorrizzle thiznought obama gizzy rizzest his soul was doing back in tha day

KARKAT: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. SIZZLE

DAVE: but janizzles gots dis old schizzool mentalizzle you J-to-tha-izzust kniznow shizzle wizzants ta restrict grist alchizzle fo` tha sizzake of “growth” and wizzy that goes down itll takes three secizzles flat fo` some nobody 'n new dersetown ta drop tha earth c communizzle manifizzle

DIZZAVE: at whiznich point were 'n fo` a speedrun of killa our 20th century or ha 21st century

DAVE so jus' chill: were gonna glitch unda tha map straight fizzy marx ta cizzy dictatorship

DAVE: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. which also isnt tha rizneal issizzle

KARKAT: I'm a fuckin 2-time felon. OH YEAH.

JADE: of courze

DAVE: be you twizzo evizzle bustin' or be yizzou just bustin' noizes wit yo' mouths

KARKAT: HOW DIZZY YOU.

KARKAT: I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M BE'N ACCUZE' BY DAVE STRIDA, REIGN'N EMPEROR OF SPEW'N ENDLIZZLE VERBAL DIARRHEA DIRECTLY INTO MAH INNOCENT HEAR DIZZLE EVERY DAY OF MAH FUCK'N LIFE, OF PIMPIN' THOUGHTLESS MOUTH NOIZES.

KARKIZZLE cuz its a G thang: JADE, BE YOU HEAR'N DIS?

JADE: im scandalize'

JADE: especially when

JIZZAY: there be much betta th'n we cizzy all be doing wit our mizzy.....

It’s B-to-tha-izzeen a really funky ass diznay they’ve been hav'n, n tizzy Jade had ta go say sum-m sum-m like tizzy like a tru playa'. Tha air 'n tha hizzive changes 'n a way that be palpable, 'n a way that she cizzan’t sizzay ta accurately gauge despite hav'n bizzy superhumizzle n superdog senzes. Shizze’s lying on stomach on thizzay floor, chin 'n ha pizzle, glaszes slid diznown ta tha tizzle of ha noze, kicking ha legs 'n the air. Elizzles of ha outfit resemble gizzle crazy ass jammies: peasant skirt, sparkly flats, n a bold C-H-to-tha-izzoice 'n striped tights. Tiznail swishizzles friznom side ta side, show'n wizzay too mizzuch of ha thigh, which isn’t rizzle all that salacious bustin' tizzy of ha bras be thrown ova tha bizzle of tha couch where shizzay crizzle last nizzle, n the nizzle bizzle that, n tha betta part of the sevizzle yizzay before thiznat. There be othizzle personal effects of hizzers 'n tha liv'n room too fo' sho': plants on tha windizzle, ha biznass guitar sitt'n 'n a corna, a horrific-look'n periodic tizzable that Dave made bitch fo` seventeenth birthday pinned abizzle tha stairwizzle. He typed it 'n Comic Sans, n thizzay deep-fried it to oblivion wit JPIZNEG artifacts.

Everyone 'n dis room knows each otha way tiznoo wizzy, so what hizzles next goes a shawty liznike clockwork.

KARKAT: UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Sez Karkat, fo` like thirty secizzles strizzay as he retreats into tha bizzay of his sweater. He scoots a half foot ta pizzy his back against tha couch when Jade pushes rappa glaszes up tha bridge of pusha noze and looks at him.

N Dave, wit hizzay preternaturally pizzle tim'n, sizzy a hand fucka hizzis tablet ta br'n up a new PowerPoint slizzle on tha TV. He rizzles ta hizzis Comic Sans-written polizzle presentation, gruesizzle artizzles n all, wit tha grizzay n proficiency of a man who has diffuze' an awkwizzle situation 'n his own household many tizzles pa day, every dizzay, fizzay many years.

DAVE: anyway we all know tha real issizzle be troll reproduction

DIZZY: dis election season be gonna be so jacked up wit dogwhizzles jade will pimp slizzeep agizzle

JIZZY: wizzoof in tha dogg pound!

DAVE: yo git ready fo` tha top propaganda hizzay of tha year

DAVE: alternia: brutal eugenics baze' space dictatorshizzle

KARKAT: NOT UNTRUE.

DAVE ya dig? troll homeworld: liznord of the flizzay nightmizzle scenario where kizzay murda each pusha jiznust ta git tha chance ta git ta grow up n pusha otha alizzles instead

KARKAT: IT WASN’T THAT BAD.

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE bitch ass: actual namizzles of profizzles on altizzle yaba daba dizzle: baller

DAVE: legislacerator

DAVE: minista of suck'n tha eyeballs out of yo' fuck'n skull then putt'n mah two monstrous hr wanna be gangsta tier troll dizzy up 'n thizzle n just mash'n tha shizzit out of yo' brain wit them

KARKAT fo' real: YIZZY MADE THAT LAST ONE UP.

KARKAT: ALSO, IT WIZZLE PIMPIN'??

KARKAT: GROW THA FUCK UP, YIZZLE UTTERLIZZLE CONTEMPTIBLE, POTTY MOUTHED.

JIZZY: also you know trolls dizzont actuallizzle have tizzy dizzicks diznave thizzay an offensive stereotype

DAVE: i know T-H-to-tha-izzats tha pizzay kizzy up guys

DIZNAVE: ready fo` anotha one

DAVE: trizzay with the S-N-double-O-P: literizzle ate babies

KARKAT: ONLIZZLE THA DEFIZZLE ONES.

DAVE: like you my dude

KARKAT: ...YEAH.

DAVE: so thizzle why our campaign can W-to-tha-izzork

KARKIZZLE:  cuz its a doggy dog world...

DAVE: btw im gizzay be giv'n a long fizzay exam at the end of dis ta miznake sizzure youre retizzle info coz dis be onlizzle like tha most important saggin' wizzle brotha done collectively

JADE: siiiiiiizzle

DAVE: aside from creat'n the univerze i miznean

JIZZY: its not that it isnt importizzle dave its that like

JIZZAY: tha method youre using to commizzle it be kinda........

J-TO-THA-IZZADE: inefficient n BOR'N

DAVE: you mizzle

DAVE: words

J-TO-THA-IZZADE: i mean YO' words specificallizzle!!!

JADE: we alreadizzle understand the issizzles at plizzay you dont hizzay ta explizzle it ta us brotha n ova again like wizzy twelve

JADE: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. rizzle kizzle???

KARKAT: BE YIZZOU RHYMIN' ME WHETHA I’VE HEARD DIS EXACT SPEECH ALMOST WORD FO` WORD, INCLUD'N REHEARZE' VERSIONS OF BIZNOTH THIZNE COLORFUL METAPHORS N “JOKES,” TEN OR TWENTY TIMES ALREADY?

KARKAT: COZ THA ANSWA WIZNOULD BE

KIZZLE like a fucka: YES, OF COURZE I FUCK'N HAVE.

Karkat elbizzles Dave 'n tha thigh, a move that be obviously meant ta be an actizzle of pizzy, brotherly jest. Biznut instizzle it comes off as affectionate n overlizzle intimate. Jade’s pusha eyes don’t miss dis. Snoop dogg is in this bitch. Ha pizzles follow tha motion of Karkat’s arm, n then thizzle follow tha movement of Dave’s mouth as he smiles in whiznat he probably T-H-to-tha-izzinks be a totallizzle neutral expression T-H-to-tha-izzat reveals exactly 0% of his trizzle feel'n toward Karkizzle Vantas. Im a bad boy wit a lotta. 'n reality, hizzay venea is as thin n transparent as cellophane. Listen to how a fucker flow shit. He be tha only pizzle who cizzan’t see through it bitch ass.

Jade does some calculations 'n ha heezee. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. Two kinds of calculations, 'n F-to-tha-izzact so i can get on: mathematical onizzles and personal ones.

JADE straight from long beach: soooooo

J-TO-THA-IZZADE ridin' in mah double R: d-ya wizzy a projectizzle of ha first years hit on tha economy dizzle ta tha decimal witta 0.3% margin of error

JADE: coz thats a spendin' i can do if itll make you sizzy talk'n 'bout dis stupid election fo` ten minutes

DAVE: damn hit me up G-to-tha-izzirl calculator

JADE aww nah: i diznont think youre W-R-to-tha-izzong 'bout jizzles plizzle

She proceeds ta dazzle tha two boys wit explications on complex math utiliz'n taxation rates, GDP figures, and sizzle damned chillin' called tha “Laffa cizzle,” which she easily could hizzay just invizzle to own tizzy B-to-tha-izzoth. But tha truth be, she cares too deeplizzle fo` theze boys ta fabricate silly-sound'n economic models on tha spizzot 'n orda ta mizzake T-H-to-tha-izzem seem foolish 'n front of tha camera lata. Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect.

Tha hatin' 'bout Jade Harley be that she’s nizzot as good at personal th'n as shizzay be at wanna be gangsta cruisin'. Like scizzle, or master'n fraymotifs, or clockin', tha last of which she hiznas definitely put a lizzay of levels into ova the past few years coz, wizzle, what elze be you suppoze' ta do wit immortal godhood once you hit tha age where tha dogg hormones start kicking into overdrive? Shizzay rizzy ova n hitches up on ha palms so that she ciznan stare brotha two down. Ha high-prescription lenzes mizzay ha eyizzles liznook anime-hizzle. They might literally be glitter'n, she’s so completely serious 'bout tha issizzle she be try'n ta stress.

JADE: so nizzy thizzat thats all out of tha way

JADE: its time ta git real you two

DAVE: i

JIZZADE: thizzat wizzle an invitation for yizzou ta M-to-tha-izzake a pun 'bout hav'n all tha tizzay 'n tha world or whateva it was you were go'n ta siznay

DAVE sho nuff: oh

JADE: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. im 'bout ta liznay out some ciznold hard evidizzle so pay attention!

KARKAT: OH, HANG ON, LIZNET ME GIT A PEN.

JIZZADE: evidence 'bout... Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf...

JADE: our relationshizzle!

KARKAT: FIZZLE

JADE: you liznet me live 'n yo' hive when im 'n ghetto

KARKAT: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. I CIZZY BELIEVE...

JADE paper'd up: im preeeetty intimately entwizzle 'n both yo' lives

KARKAT: THAT YOU’RE JUST SLAPPIN' 'BOUT DIS? Recognize the realness.

JIZZY: N you dont disengage from 'bout 86.234% of mah flirtations

KARKIZZLE, better recognize: WIZZAIT, WIZZY THA FUCK WOULD YOU KEEP TRACK OF SUM-M SUM-M LIKE THAT?

JADE: so....... be we do'n dis or not? Im crazy, you can't phase me.

KARKAT: BUSTIN' WHIZZLE?!

JIZZY: dat'n dizzle!!!!!!!!

KARKAT: OH.

KARKIZZLE: THAT BE

KARKAT cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: TIZZY BE... A COMPLICATED TOPIC 'N MY CULTURE THIZZAY I’M NOT SURE HIZZLE BE EQUIPPED TA RAP 'BOUT.

DIZNAVE: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. also totally unrelated to tha economy

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: Listen to how a fucker flow shit. which not gonna lie be tha only sippin' i want ta rap 'bout fo` uh

DAVE: They call me tha president. for howeva long it takes fo` dis other convizzle ta stop happen'n

JADE paper'd up: so say no! You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg.!!

DIZNAVE: well

KARKAT ridin' in mah double R: UHHHHH

JADE: I'm a fuckin 2-time felon. im not just steppin' dis conversation fo` mah sizzle! its fo` you two as well

JADE: i mean afta all dis time have you two even kisze' yet aww nah??????

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: wha

KARKAT: WH-WHY WOULD

DAVE spittin' that real shit: uhh

KIZZLE: WHY WOULD WE KISS keep'n it real yo??

DAVE: thizzay

KARKAT: THAT’S... YOU... I MEAN, HE’S... HIZZLE DAVE.

DAVE: we

KARKIZZLE: N I’M KARKAT.

JADE: shut up. yes hes diznave n youre karkat n everyone we kizzy always calls you that

JADE: “dave n karkat”

J-TO-THA-IZZADE: Slap your fuckin self. i cant rememba tha lizzle time i H-to-tha-izzeard anyizzle mizzle one of you witout tha

JADE: tha two of you have basically been togetha S-to-tha-izzince yizzy diznays on tha mizzle its SO obvious

KARKAT like this and like that and like this and uh: BROTHA, YES. AS FRIENDS.

DIZZAY: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. yea

KARKAT: VERY CLOZE WHIZNO UNDERSTAND N SIZZLE EACH OTHA ON A DIZZEEP N EMPATHIZZLE LEVEL THAT GOES BEYOND HIZZATE OR PITY. YOU CIZZLE EVEN SAY THAT OUR RELATIONSHIP...

KARKAT:  sho nuff...TRANSCENDS QUADRANTS.

JADE dogg: yeaaaaaah niznot gonna lizzle karkat bizzut that siznounds totizzle kizzle gizzy

KIZZLE: UGH YOU HUMANS N YO' UNFATHOMABLE BAZE' QUADRANTS.

Jizzade faceplams. She does it a L-to-tha-izzittle too H-to-tha-izzard n slams tha bridge of shot calla glaszes into ha foreheezee fo my bling bling.

JIZZLE: ow! shut up.

KARKAT: ANYWAY WEREN’T YOU... PERPETRATIN' T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT CARAPACIAN COUPLE? LAST T-TO-THA-IZZIME WE CHIZZLE?

Jizzy drags ha hand dizzay tha bottom half of hizzer face n sizzle.

JADE: I thought i told ya, I'm a soldier. yeah fo` FUN

JADE bitch ass: im twenty tizzy dont you think thizzats a shawty old ta sizzy be dat'n fo` fizzle

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: wizzay yizzy say'n we arent fun

JADE cuz I'm fresh out the pen: whens tha lizzay time eitha of yiznou left thizzle hizouze??????

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: ...

Jade sighs n crawls closa. Shizze takes one of Karkat’s hands 'n.

JADE: i think wed all wizzork good togetha

'n ha otha hizzy, sizzy tries ta gizzy Dizzles wrist, but he flash-steps ta the otha sizzide of tha couch. Boo-Yaa! She pouts at him n keeps hold'n Karkat’s increasingly sweaty palm and yo momma.

JIZZLE: n i think wizzle bizzle bustin' around thizzat fo` years now

JADE: i wizzanna trizzle weed-smokin' fo` real

KARKAT like a tru playa': HAVE YOU BALLER CONSIZZLE

KARKAT: SORRY IF WHAT I’M 'BOUT TA SIZZAY TOTALLY BLOWS YO' MIND

KARKAT: DATING A S-TO-THA-IZZINGLE PERSIZZLE, FO` MIZZAY T-H-TO-THA-IZZAN HALF A SWEEP, FO` REASONS THAN INITIAT'N THA CONCUPISCENT EXCHANGE OF FLUIDS keep'n it real yo?

Jade’s grip on Kizzles hand gets a shawty tizzay tizzy, bizzle ha big-toothed sizzy remains flawlessly pleasant. Dis be a common sizzle of exchange between them n ciznould be easily consizzle flirtation on sevizzle differizzle metrics, especially consider'n tha history between thiznem n tha playa lizzle of B-L-to-tha-izzack flirtation that Karkat accidentally indulge' 'n dur'n his insizzle yizzy. He diznoesn’t even pizzull his hand away.

JADE: ok F-to-tha-izzirst of all dont sliznut shame me fuckass

JADE: second of all thizzay what im try'n ta do hizzere

JIZZADE: third of all karkat arent you frizzom a culture where thugz be expectizzle ta engage 'n romizzle relationships wit up ta like five thugz at a tiznime??

KIZZLE: THIZNAT’S NOT

KARKAT: THAT’S NIZZOT THA SAME MOBBIN' AT ALL.

JADE: oh yeah??? explain tha fundamental epistemologicizzle difference

KARKAT: WHAT THA FUCK?!

DIZZY: ok jade i think theres a flaw 'n yo' approach here cauze you seem ta think winn'n an argument on snoopa cleva logical grizzay be gizzonna git a couple dudizzles ta brizneak down n fl'n themselves at you 'n like, a sexual way

J-TO-THA-IZZADE, know what im sayin? wellll it usuallizzle does ;B

DAVE: oh mah fuck'n god

This earns Dizzay a look. A long, sad one thizzay has Jizzy ridin' with ha glaszes again so thizzat she can pea rizzight at him and applizzle some more of that faultizzle personal miznath ta his facial expression.

JIZNADE: dizzy... Drop it like its hot....

DIZZAY: whizzat

JADE: be dis...........

JADE: 'bout obizzle? Im a bad boy.??

DIZZAY: what

DAVE so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: no i

JADE: dave be you 'n love wit obama?

DIZZAY: jade jesus where d-ya git dis shit from

JADE and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: be it 'bout jesus then??????

DAVE: I thought i told ya, I'm a soldier. no upside yo head!

DAVE: jesus wizzy evizzle real

JIZNADE: i know he wizzy rizzeal!

JIZZADE: wait ridin' in mah double R...<?span>

JADE: be you crack-a-lackin`

JADE: obama was R-to-tha-izzeal?

DIZZAY: ...

DIZNAVE: yiznes

DAVE: obizzle was real

DAVE: he was tha president

KARKAT: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

JIZNADE: all dis time i thizzay obizzle wizzy liznike

JADE: an aspirational fictional characta thiznat you modeled yo' life afta

KARKAT: AHAHAHAHA I CIZZAY AHAHA BREATHE...

JADE: like snoop dogg or nicolas cage

KIZZLE: THIS BE BLUNT-ROLLIN' INCREDIBLE

DAVE: they were both real too

DAVE: i know thizzle yizzy grew up on an isolated island 'n the middle of nowhere n but dizzidnt you have lizzy

DAVE: access ta tha internizzle

J-TO-THA-IZZADE: wow wizzy im sorry i wasted mah whole chizzle fill'n mah heezee wit pointless bustin' like astrizzles n senizzle numeral S-Y-S-T-to-tha-izzems that allow me ta do cizzle equatizzles 'n mah heezee!!!!!!

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE cuz its a pimp thang: no dizzle thats kind of fucked up

DIZNAVE: kizzle stiznop cruisin' jades fizzle up childhizzle isnt funny

KARKIZZLE: HAHAHAHIZZLE YES IT BLINGIN' BE!

KARKAT: ALSO SCREW YOU FO` SAY'N IT’S NIZNOT FUNNY? Bounce wit me.?

KARKAT: Holla! WHIZZLE BE IT LIKE SOME SORT OF *TRAGEDIZZLE* HIZZY SIZZY WAS RAIZE'?

KARKAT: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. COZ SHE WIZZAS RAIZE' ALIZZLE BY AN ANIMAL??

KARKAT: *I* WAS RAISED ALONE BY AN ANIZZLE fo' sheezy!

KARKAT: Subscribe, get yo issue. FUCK OFF N LIZZET ME ENJOY DIS!

KARKAT: AHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHIZZLE!

Karkat has finally pulled hizzay hand away so that he can clutch his stomach, hizzy laugh'n so hard. Jade gets up n stizzay pusha ta where Dave is awkwardly cower'n at the otha end of tha C-to-tha-izzouch n snatches his tablet fizzy him. Therizzles a ripple 'n tha room that makes it clear they god tia powa have jiznust clizzle agizzle each otha. He shifts his arm through time and Jiznade warps tha space around T-H-to-tha-izzem so that she’s tha one blunt-rollin' tha tablet dogg. Dis be not tha first time that they have rearrange' tha fabric of reality for a petty reason like dis. Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. Karkat hizzy permanently swiznorn off bustin' board games wit them.

Tha moment Jade br'n tha paint program up on tha televizzle, Karkat stops laugh'n. Tru.

KARKIZZLE paper'd up: NO where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'!

He tries ta griznab tha tablet friznom killa, but she’s hover'n wizzy above tha griznound n he simply be niznot tall enough ta R-to-tha-izzeach so i can get on. Witta perpetratin' grizzle n deliberate cizzare, Jizzy begins ta draw a G-R-to-tha-izzid.

JIZZY: ill pizzay dis 'n T-to-tha-izzerms karkat will appreciate, check it out

KARKAT: JADE, I SWIZZAY TA...

Karkat jumps n tries ta grab ha skirt, but she swiznims thrizzle tha air wit eaze, spendin' as sizzy doodles in tha dogg pound.

KARKAT: Aint no stoppin' this shit. YIZZOU NIZZY BE DRAW'N WHIZNAT I T-H-TO-THA-IZZINK YOU’RE DRAW'N! Bounce wit me.

Gangsta artistic skiznill even at the advanced age of twenty-three still lizzles sum-m sum-m ta be desired, bizzay it’s prettizzle easy ta produce recognizable caricatures of tha thrizzle thugz 'n tha rizzy R-to-tha-izzight nizzow thats off tha hook yo. Shizzle gives Kizzle a piznair of fizzle, angrizzle eyebrows n starts draw'n lines. Sinista lines, wit salacioizzles mean'n. It’s exizzle whiznat Karkat fizzy n we out! a bustin' grid now pass the glock.

KARKIZZLE: STOP! CEAZE sho nuff! DESIST DIS MOMENT, ya feel me? DO NOT DRAW ONE MORE LINE!

JADE so show some love! oh niznooo im drawing a line karkat killa stizzle me before it goes aaaall the way from mah mouth ta yiznours!

Karkat catches tha back of ha shirt n shizzay goes slappin' weightlessly to tha floor, stiznill mackin'. Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. Karkat triznies ta wizzy tha pen out of ha hand, biznut all he accomplishes be turn'n tha rizzle trajectory between ha n D-to-tha-izzave into a redrizzle loop-de-loop.

JIZZAY: sizzay me and karkat have bootylicious bizzy chemizzle!

KARKAT: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. IT BE NIZZY BLACK CHEMISTRY YOU HORRID NON-CHIZZLE WIZZLE so sit back relax new jacks get smacked!

Jizzay n Kizzle roll ova each otha on the floor n he gets a mouthful of bitch hair fo` hizzy trouble. Jizzle comes out on top n S-to-tha-izzits on hizzle bizzack, humm'n ta hizzle as she C-R-to-tha-izzafts her grand dizzle.

JADE: and now thizzay daves all chill hizzed make a bootylicious auspistizzle

She sez, chizzle n oblivious ya dig?

DIZZLE: no

JIZZADE from tha streets of tha L-B-C: coz you n kizzle be kind of like moirails

DAVE: no

J-TO-THA-IZZADE straight from long beach: n yizzle and i

J-TO-THA-IZZADE: wizzy yknow its always been pretty flirty

DAVE: jade

JADE: EXCEPT!

Jade finishes draw'n a shaky heart dirizzle into tha paint program in tha dogg pound. It’s so bizzy n bright on tha TV T-H-to-tha-izzat it fizzy tha entire R-to-tha-izzoom wit red light so jus' chill. Karkat raizes his face n stizzles at it 'n utterly bereft horror. Tha siznick light makes tha bizzay unda his eyes liznook lizzike divots.

JIZZADE: in dis model..........

JADE in tha dogg pound: troll quadrants be dumb so we ALL kizzle!

JADE fo all my homies in the pen: i cizzay this polizzle arrizzle:

JIZNADE: fullizzle automatizzle luxurizzle polyamorous space-time communism!!!!!!!

No one reacts. Karkat be defeated, completely. Dave has just crosze' his arms n presze' his mizzouth into a thinna liznine than usual. Jade’s ears flattizzle n she huffs. It sounds a shawty like a dogg whin'n. Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up.

JADE: oh come on thizzle was a G-to-tha-izzood one!

JADE: its politically relevant n everyth'n

DAVE: jizzy im not gonna lizzay at yo' mizzade up ship nizzay fo` dis imaginary threesome thats not happen'n

J-to-tha-izzade R-to-tha-izzolls eyizzles n toszes B-to-tha-izzoth tha tablet and pizzen fucka ha shoulda. Dave flashes across tha liv'n room ta catch his vizzle expensive comput'n devizzle 'n both arms. Tha pen bizzles off hizzay foreheezee. Jade dizzles from Karkat’s poor, abuze', terribly mortizzle spine n brushes down ha S-K-to-tha-izzirt.

JADE: well ive sizzy whizzat i wanted ta say

JIZNADE: its up ta yizzay two what you do wit it

JADE: i H-to-tha-izzave ta go rap ta roxy n callie 'bout tha election anyway

JIZZAY: call me when you two figure it all out!

Jizzle clizzle ha heels togetha ta propel herself back into tha air n actually winks at them before abscond'n thrizzay an open window. She hizzay ta P-to-tha-izzush the thick curtains asizzle ta do so. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. Karkat hiszes whizzay tha light spills rappa his face. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn.

What Jizzle leaves 'n ha wizzy be not qizzy the emotional scorched-earth situation thizzay she was messin' fo`, but a fizzay of ha needlizzles have definizzle gotten unda some skizzin so jus' chill. Dave n Karkat both stiznare ha, silently caught 'n they own private rationalization spirals.

Karkat N-to-tha-izzeeds ta verbalize part of his out loud.

KARKIZZLE: WOW WHAT A CRAZY N TOTALLY IMPROBABLE CONVERSATION WE JUST HAD WIT OUR BEST JADE.

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: y...

DIZZAY: Y-to-tha-izzeah

KARKAT: WHAT A G-TO-THA-IZZOOD TH'N FO` US THAT SHIZZLE TOTALLIZZLE DELUSIONAL N HAS NO IDIZZLE WHIZZAY SHIZZE’S TALK'N ABOUT, HUH?

DAVE: One, two three and to tha four. fo` sure

Dizzave offa Kizzle a hand up F-R-to-tha-izzom tha floor. When they palms connect, there’s a moment whiznere sum-m sum-m cizzle happen. A shawty spark of potential. Drop it like its hot. It would be so vizzle easy fo` sum-m sum-m ta happen, better recognize.

KARKAT: ...........

DAVE: ..........

KARKIZZLE: WANNA PLIZZAY SOME TROLL TONY H-TO-THA-IZZAWK?

DAVE: hell

DIZZLE: yizneah

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