#i just wanted to make them gaks

[lemmiestar]

Debating whether or not i actually want to post this here but fuck it. Gals.

[glycerineclown]

BEFORE DINNER: HOW DID SIMON GET SO FUCKED UP?

Great art takes risks, and 2020’s cult hit Dinner In America took a huge one by making its male lead incredibly off-putting. Kyle Gallner’s Simon has off-the-charts anger issues, commits arson, sells drugs at an arcade, lies easily, curses loudly in public, has little to no respect for other people (“my dad’s allergic” “fuck your dad”), makes creepy sexual remarks and then acts like it was a joke, goes through cigarettes like he needs them to live—but by the end, you root for him. He defends Patty when no one else will, stands by his convictions, and is without a doubt an incredible musician.

He's a punk with just one patch on his jacket: an Eagle Scout badge over his heart. It’s the highest honor that a Boy Scout can earn, requiring demonstration of leadership, good citizenship, 21 merit badges, and the final piece: an extensive individual service project benefiting the scout’s local community.

Eagle Scouts are overrepresented in politics, clergy, the military, and NASA’s career astronauts. Even if it's technically secular, the Boy Scouts of America is an intensely Christian organization—very often troops are organized by churches, not schools.

Scout Law dictates that scouts be trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent (to God). All things that, you know, totally sound like Simon, the guy with a grown-out mohawk and an upside-down American flag hanging in his bedroom. He’s so clearly against conformity that it’s hard to imagine him ever being interested in wearing a uniform and building rope bridges. PSYOPS lyrics are blatantly anti-Christian, too (“fanatical religious right, pray with you because you’re white” based on the subtitles on Hulu).

The hypothesis I am proposing is that Simon earned the rank of Eagle Scout because doing so would allow him to receive his parents’ permission to do something else he really wanted to do—start a band. Maybe for his Eagle Project, he turned a storage closet into a recording studio for the high school music department. Simon goes big. Fuck building benches.

I was in Brownies through my elementary school for three years in the late 90s. We went camping, sold Trefoils, milked goats, and made gak. Our troop leader was the mom of one of the other girls, and when needed, additional chaperones were always more moms. I had a great time. Across the United States, most Boy Scouts are similarly unharmed as they get out of the house and learn basic survival skills.

Youth organizations have a problem, though—they attract people who want access to kids. I watched a documentary on Netflix last year, Scout’s Honor: The Secret Files of the Boy Scouts of America, illustrating how for decades the BSA protected child molesters on a level that rivals even the Catholic Church. Simple background checks for scoutmasters were considered inconvenient and too expensive for an organization largely run by volunteers, and the BSA refused to risk their Norman Rockwell reputation by acknowledging the issue. Men who were red-flagged as abusers could easily pop up again with another troop, since no database of “ineligible volunteers” was available to the public, and the BSA did not report crimes to the police. Deep shame and rampant homophobia meant survivors very often did not reveal the abuse they suffered until well into adulthood.

I have been thinking about this a lot with regard to Simon—maybe you saw my other, much more informal text post—but I am not qualified to (and really, really don’t want to) write fic exploring what the fuck could have happened to make him the way he is. Instead, I’m writing this essay about it. Proceed if you like to be sad!

[content warnings, obviously: discussion of CSA by an authority figure, post-traumatic stress disorder, substance abuse]

HYPOTHESIS: Becoming an Eagle Scout was the only way that Simon’s parents would let him pursue music.

Abuse in adolescence can affect how people learn to control their emotions later in life. Anger problems are especially prevalent with PTSD when the victim has been betrayed by others or exploited.

In the film, Simon has a pretty acrimonious relationship with everyone in his family apart from Danny. I don’t really buy that he was abused at home, though. It’s more likely that his family loves him but he’s out of control, and he is. Simon’s basement bedroom is full of instruments—it’s even more “fuckin’ tits” than Kevin’s bunk bed and guinea pigs. He used to be someone they trusted with a key.

So let’s assume that Simon was being molested by his scoutmaster as a teenager. If quitting the BSA meant he wouldn’t get to start a band, he’d be completely trapped.

Telling his parents would result in one of two options: they’d either assume he was making it up to get out of doing the work (do nothing but start a fight), or believe him and pull him out entirely, get the police involved, risk everyone at school finding out. And telling wouldn’t guarantee that he’d get to focus on music—surely Simon’s parents would rather he go off to college and get a degree in something reliable, as his siblings did. Becoming an Eagle Scout was the compromise because his parents figured it was an impossible task.

There’s no question that if that scoutmaster knew about the deal with his parents, it would have been used against him. If you don’t let me do this, you won’t get that merit badge you need, and if you don’t get that merit badge you need, you can kiss your dreams goodbye...

In the beginning, back in Cub Scouts, Simon could very well have bought what the organization was selling. Maybe he wasn’t jaded yet, wasn’t disillusioned, wasn’t quite old enough to think for himself. But if the man teaching Simon to respect the flag, do what he’s told, help others, set a good example, believe in God, and be a responsible, contributing member of society was also the one pulling his pants down, convincing him he had no power or worth, Simon might well have ended up doing a complete 180 against those ideals.

Maybe that piece of shit eyed him all the time, made him feel unsafe even from the other side of a room, and now he blows up at people staring at him in restaurants.

This experience could also, perhaps, motivate Simon to use his newfound power as an adult to protect other vulnerable people from bullying, like Patty.

The church angle works too. Simon knew immediately how to manipulate Patty’s dad. He fabricated the story about Tanzania and the prayer like it was nothing, and it would have been easy for him to do if he was steeped in that environment for years.

And then, of course, there’s the drugs��classic self-medication. A way to stop constantly thinking about stuff he doesn’t want to think about. Research has shown that traumatic experiences in childhood often lead to substance use disorders. Even if Simon’s not doing dope while he’s hanging out with Patty, he certainly has been addicted in the past. His parents have likely paid for him to go to rehab, maybe more than once. Substance abuse does make people lie to and steal from their families. Simon’s sister is an asshole at dinner, but her suspicion is probably not unfounded.

That wouldn’t have been where the lying started, though. He’d have been holding back the secret of his abuse since it began, giving poor excuses for injuries, and lashing out. Traumatic experiences, especially at a young age, can rewire your brain and change your personality. Addictive drugs can, too. He’s not the same person anymore.

Simon needed help, and he never got it.

More than 82,000 former boy scouts have come forward about sexual abuse that they experienced as children in the BSA. Criminal background checks only became mandatory for all scoutmasters and volunteers in 2008.

Maybe for Simon, wearing the badge is his way of saying, “You didn’t beat me. I deserve to be here. I earned the right to start a band.”

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SOURCES: Boy Scouts of America (Wikipedia) Eagle Scouts (Wikipedia) Scout’s Honor: The Secret Files of the Boy Scouts of America (Netflix) Anger and Trauma (National Center for PTSD) Trauma and Stress (National Institute on Drug Abuse)

Support for survivors of abuse in the BSA is available here.

[faegoddessog]

Day 15: Reflection

Ok, so I fear this one may be ... boring? <gak> especially after the last one. I'm sorry (also not sorry, the story needed this bit). Life got busy and I didn't quite get to where I was hoping. No worries. we'll get there eventually.

@dailydoseofaustinbutler has all the deets pinned for this challenge!

Warnings: like.. nothing. Aftercare? is that a warning?

Here is my Master List which includes the og 72 hrs of Bliss that these two come from. Also here it is on AO3 if you like that better.

The other new installments for this series are listed here .

Enjoy! (I hope)

Arsene’s body shivers as he spurts the last of his cum into her stuffed pussy. As he recovers his breath, he realizes she is shaking too. He dredges his head from her body to see that she is crying, tears leaking down her face. 

“Oh Belle Madame, are you ok?” he asks her. “ I didn’t mean to hurt you!” 

Austin is immediately at her side. She sees him and turns, untangling her arms from Arsene and reaching for her anchor. Arsene pulls his softening cock out of her and clambors off as she curls up into her husband. 

“I’m here, I’ve got you,” he murmurs to her, “are you hurt, Babydoll?” 

She shakes her head as she lets herself sob into his chest. Hearing his voice and feeling him surround her clicks her brain into safety.

Austin looks up to an awkward Arsene. Who looks stunned,  as if he suddenly can’t see his own reflection in a mirror. He’s never had this happen before. 

“It’s ok, this happens,” Austin reassures calmly “we didn’t hurt her, she’s processing. Probably just overwhelmed, maybe just too good.” He turns to her, gently petting her head, ”Is that it Kitten?” 

She nods,  face still buried in his chest. 

“What can I do?” Arsene is partially relieved. He is a man that truly cares  about the wellbeing of the women he sleeps with.  

“Tissues and water and if we could get her something soft to eat, scrambled eggs or yogurt, soft cheese even.” Austin answers, kicking himself for not knowing better, for not having these things at the ready. He had been too preoccupied, understandably.

Arsene quickly brings two bottles of water and a box of tissues. He quickly pulls his clothes on and heads down to the kitchen. 

Austin continues to rock her, stroking her gently, letting her cry it out. Once she calms enough, he blows her nose and makes her sip water. Once she stops shaking, he takes her to the toilet and helps her clean up. By the time Arsene comes back with a plate of cheeses and soft fruit,  she is wrapped in a blanket on the couch.  She is still out of it with her eyes closed and curled up into Austin’s chest but breathing normally. 

“Do you need anything else? Should I stay or go?” Arsene asks.

Austin puts a piece of pear to her lips and encourages her to nibble. 

“You can go, I’ve got her,” Austin makes a point of looking up into his face. “And thank you, truly, for everything.  You were,” he inhales, trying to convey all he feels,  “amazing.” 

Arsene is struck by the intensity of the ocean blue eyes looking up at him. He knows exactly what he is being thanked for, and mon dieu would he take more.

“Austin, you are so welcome,” heat rises in him, “you are irresistible.”

Austin is suddenly enormously shy. Color rises in his cheeks and he looks back down at this wife. She would know exactly what to say to ease this moment, to reassure him. 

“Please, she has my number. Let me know how she is,” Arsene backs off, not wanting to push Austin further. 

“We will. She will want to talk to you, I’m sure.” 

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She knew when they both were finally inside her, when they had both started to really fuck her, when Arsene moaned quietly in her ear about being a ‘good girl’ and ‘you like your husbands cock in your ass?’ and ‘he’s fucking me too.’  She knew it could come to this, could send her body and brain into overload. Yet she was already powerless to do anything about it. It was just that good, the delectable ache of them. She watched herself get a little out of control right before she started cumming.  Austin started really fucking into her unable to stop his roaring orgasm. She flew over the edge, her pussy tightening on Arsene, who’s big dick pressed hard into her g-spot as Austin started spurting into her ass. But then Arsene was fucking her spasming hole into next week making Austin pull out of her and she was catapulted into somaethesia overload, into an uncontrollable mix of  physical and emotional sensation. There might have been just a little bit of claustrophobia to boot. Add to that not having her Austin in full body contact and she broke down.

Now, she was a good girl. He told her so with each bite she took and each wetting of her lips with water. She let out a big sigh, her nervous system finally down regulating, forcing her to drift into sleep. 

Austin picks her up and tucks her into bed. He laid there with her for a long time,  holding her, loving her and processing what had happened. 

To be Continued...

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How to make meth

Making Methamphetamine at home:

List of chemicals and materials:

Diluted HCl - also called Muriatic acid - can be obtained from hardware stores, in the pool section

NaOH - also called lye

Ethyl Ether - aka Diethyl Ether - Et-0-Et - can be obtained from engine starting fluid, usually from a large supermarket. Look for one that says "high ethyl ether content", such as Prestone

Ephedrine The cottons in todays vicks nasle inhalers dont contain efed or pfed (ephedrin or psuedoephedrin) but there are still lots of easy ways to get good ephed or pfed, pure ephedrin can be extracted out of it's plant matter, from a plant that can be bought at most garden stores. Or you can get pfed from decongestive pills like sudafed. Most people perfer to work with pfed from pills rather then ephed from the plant. The important thing is that you must have pure pfed/ephed as any contaminants will fuck up the molar ratio leaving you with over-reduced shit or under-reduced shit. Or contaminats will jell durring baseifying and gak up your product which will then be very hard to clean. So you want to find a pill that is nearly pure pfed hcl, or as close to pure as you can get. Also check the lable on your pills and see what inactive ingredients they contain. Inactive ingredients are things like binders and flavors. These you dont want and will remove when cleaning your pills. but certain inactive ingredients are harder to remove then others. You dont want pills with a red coating, you dont want pills with alot of cellose in them and you dont want pills with much wax. you also dont want pills that contain povidone. As a rule, if you have a two pills that contain the same amount of pfed hcl then take the smaller sized pill because it obviously has less binders and inactive ingredients, time released pills are usualy harder to work with because they have more binders and tend to gel up durring the a/b stage. Also only buy pills that have pfed hcl as the only active ingredient. You first have to make ephedrine (which is sometimes sold as meth by itself):If you are selling it...I would just make ephedrine and say it's meth.

Distilled water - it's really cheap, so you have no reason to use the nasty stuff from the tap. Do things right.

List of equipment :

A glass eyedropper

Three small glass bottles with lids (approx. 3 oz., but not important)one should be marked at 1.5oz, use tape on the outside to mark it (you might want to label it as ether). One should be clear (and it can't be the marked one).

A Pyrex dish (the meatloaf one is suggested)

A glass quart jar

Sharp scissors

Clean rubber gloves

Coffee filters

A measuring cup

Measuring spoons

Preparing your Lab:

Preparing Ethyl Ether:

WARNING: Ethyl Ether is very flammable and is heavier than air. Do not use ethyl ether near flame or non-sparkless motors. It is also an anaesthetic and can cause respiratory collapse if you inhale too much.

Take the unmarked small bottle and spray starter fluid in it until it looks half-full. Then fill the rest of the way with water, cap the bottle and shake for 5 minutes. Let it sit for a minute or two, and tap the side to try and separate the clear upper layer. Then, draw off the top (ether) layer with the eyedropper, and throw away the lower (water) and cloudy layer. Place the ether in the marked container. Repeat this until you have about 1.5 oz. of ether. Put the cap on it, and put it in the freezer if you can. Rinse the other bottle and let it stand.

Ethyl ether is very pungent. Even a small evaporated amount is quite noticeable.

Ephedrine & or P-Ephedrine: Please discuss this on the neonjoint forum

5. Pour 1/8 teaspoon of the lye crystals into the bottle of ephedrine and agitate. Do this carefully, as the mixture will become hot, and give off hydrogen gas and/or steam. H2 gas is explosive and lighter than air, avoid any flames as usual. Repeat this step until the mixture remains cloudy. This step neutralizes the HCl in the salt, leaving the insoluble free base (l-desoxyephedrine) again. Why do we do this? So that we can get rid of any water-soluble impurities. For 3 oz. bottles, this should take only 3 repetitions or so.

6. Fill the bottle from step 5 up the rest of the way with ethyl ether. Cap the bottle, and agitate for about 8 minutes. It is very important to expose every molecule of the free-base to the ether for as long as possible. This will cause the free base to dissolve into the ether (it -is- soluble in ether).

7. Let the mixture settle. There will be a middle layer that is very thick. Tap the side of the bottle to get this layer as thin as possible. This is why this bottle should be clear.

8. Remove the top (ether) layer with the eyedropper, being careful not to get any of the middle layer in it. Place the removed ether layer into a third bottle.

9. Add to the third bottle enough water to fill it half-way and about 5 drops of muriatic acid. Cap it. Shake the bottle for 2 minutes. When it settles, remove the top layer and throw it away. The free base has now been bonded to the HCl again, forming a water soluble salt. This time, we're getting rid of ether-soluble impurities. Make sure to get rid of all the ether before going to step 11!

10. If there is anything left from step 3, repeat the procedure with it.

11. Evaporate the solution in the Pyrex dish on low heat. You can do this on the stove or nuke it in the microwave (be careful of splashing), but I have found that if you leave it on top of a hot-water heater (like the one that supplies hot water to your house) for about 2-3 days, the remaining crystals will be ephedrine HCl.

If you microwave it, I suggest no more than 5-10s at one time. If it starts "popping", that means you have too little liquid left to microwave. You can put it under a bright (100W) lamp instead. Microwaving can result in uneven heating, anyway.

First Batch: 120mg ephedrine HClEstimated: 300mg (100% of theoretical, disregarding HCl)

Now, Making Methamphetamine out of ephedrine by reducing it with Hydroiodic Acid and Red Phosphorus.

Items needed:

Alot of matchbooks (the kind with the striking pad)

Coffee filters (or filter paper)

Something that measures ml and grams

A flask (a small pot with a lid can be used)

iodine

Hydroiodic Acid (I will tell you how to make this)

Red Phosphorus (I will tell you how to make this)

Lye

*Optional (toluene and HCI gas)

Making Red Phosphorus:

The striking pad on books of matches is about 50% red phosphorus. The determined experimenter could obtain a pile of red phosphorus by scraping off the striking pads of matchbooks with a sharp knife. A typical composition of the striking pad is about 50% red phosphorus, along with about 30% antimony sulfide, and lesser amounts of glue, iron oxide, MnO2, and glass powder. I don't think these contaminants will seriously interfere with the reaction. Naturally, it is a tedious process to get large amounts of red phosphorus by scraping the striking pads off matchbooks, but who cares?

Making Hydroiodic Acid:

This is made by mixing iodine and red phosphorus. When making hydroiodic acid from iodine and red phosphorus, the acid is prepared first, and allowed to come to complete reaction for 20 minutes before adding the ephedrine to it. The way around the roadblock here is to just boil off some more of the water from the ephedrine extract, and make the acid mixture in fresh pure water. Since the production of HI from iodine and red phosphorus gives off a good deal of heat, it is wise to chill the mixture in ice, and slowly add the iodine crystals to the red phosphorus-water mixture.

Now, Making Methamphetamine:

To do the reaction, a 1000 ml round bottom flask is filled with 150 grams of ephedrine. Also added to the flask are 40 grams of red phosphorus and 340 ml of 47% hydroiodic acid. This same acid and red phosphorus mixture can be prepared from adding 150 grams of iodine crystals to 150 grams of red phosphorus in 300 ml of water. This should produce the strong hydroiodic acid solution needed. Exactly how strong the acid needs to be, I can't say . With the ingredients mixed together in the flask, a condenser is attached to the flask, and the mixture is boiled for one day. This length of time is needed for best yields and highest octane numbers on the product. While it is cooking, the mixture is quite red and messy looking from the red phosphorus floating around in it.When one day of boiling under reflux is up, the flask is allowed to cool, then it is diluted with an equal volume of water. Next, the red phosphorus is filtered out. A series of doubled up coffee filters will work to get out all the red phosphorus, but real filter paper is better. The filtered solution should look a golden color. A red color may indicate that all the red phosphorus is not yet out. If so, it is filtered again. The filtered-out phosphorus can be saved for use in the next batch. If filtering does not remove the red color, there may be iodine floating around the solution. It can be removed by adding a few dashes of sodium bisulfate or sodium thiosulfate.The next step in processing the batch is to neutralize the acid. A strong lye solution is mixed up and added to the batch while shaking until the batch is strongly basic. This brings the meth out as liquid free base floating on top of the water. The strongly basic solution is shaken vigorously to ensure that all the meth has been converted to the free base. You now can sell or use the free base for injection use or with free base meth now obtained, the next step you can do is to form the crystalline hydrochloride salt of meth. To do this, a few hundred mls of toluene is added to the batch, and the meth free base extracted out as usual. If the chemist's cooking has been careful, the color of the toluene extract will be clear to pale yellow. If this is the case, the product is sufficiently pure to make nice white crystals just by bubbling dry HCl gas through the toluene extract. If the toluene extract is darker colored, a distillation is called for to get pure meth free base. The yield of pure methamphetamine hydrochloride should be from 100 to 110 grams.

[archivedbox]

Nightmare of dark possession.

Plagued by that very sinister feeling when plucked away from the world he would give his life to save and lost in limbo for a time, sight and the miracle of a temple with it's lush greenery was a comfort when lost to the worlds at the time his sacrifice was made. Mere flickering fractured gem like soul would waver in keeping form while longing to do more despite this act in saving all he cared for.

"Lost one aren't you? Even when so close to my dear King..."

The lights would dull and fade when this presence would enter the sacred grounds of his safe space before a clawed hand would tighten about his neck, hearing that sheer madness in that laughter he would come to fear and that pair of mismatched hues boring holes into his very being. A fallen Knight of his Goddess would be harshly taken into the talons of a sinister dragonic being that be crazed with obsession with one he considered a dear friend and how that be utterly twisted around when taken over by such a force.

"Gak! You... AUGHH!!!"

"You'll do nicely in reuniting me with him, hahahaha!!!"

The sight of his beasts that were family to him and crying such crystal like tears when waving for them to run but seeing they remained loyal to him, words dying on his lips when that sheer burning sensation would spread after being strangled so harshly and how it felt like he was going to shatter from such a force shoving it's way into his body. Vision of lights that hurt this one so badly be felt by him when the crystal would split and splinter from such foulness and going limp when that vibrant rainbow of colors would dull now.

"Everyone... I'm... sorry... guh..."

That sickly hue of rusted orange would bleed across his body until that one now called Yubel would worm their way into his body for a vessel to use like a pretty gem of a puppet, the last thing Jesse would hear be that of a dragon's screams when everything gradually went dark and harshly pushed aside within while Yubel would take over.

"That's better... still fighting to maintain control hmm?~ How cute~"

That burst of colors would happen like static but eventually fade when overtaken by such foulness and how twisted such a crazed Shadow would do anything to be with their King, that burning of light would keep him from doing anything as would the pain of this monster when possessed so harshly as well and managing to break that at times but it be a mere window till dragged back by such hands to kept quiet.

-

Nightmare still felt so fresh to Jesse before waking with a loud scream and clutching his necklace with tears streaming down his face while so shaken by this nightmare since then, "H-Haa... just a nightmare..." hearing Ruby making noises while looking over with how his tears now had that crystal look to them when they fall from his face, "R-Ruby... I'm sorry... ngh... mmm, thanks..." the rest of the beasts would allow the pair to be alone but they knew that such a kind soul like his had so many cracks and more from everything that happened.

While he had no regrets of that act of sacrifice he had to bear the harshness of what happened after that and was dipped into such a darkness while left with scars unseen physically, especially when his powers would grown more in such a manner in ways to protect him even if responding to his emotions such be triggering to how such powers would be.

The light of moon shining into Jesse's room was a silent comfort when losing sleep on nights when such nightmares would plague him, feeling that pulse of power within and sighing while the jagged crystals would be around his room before offering a tired smile to Ruby.

"No matter what... I still wanted to protect and save everyone, even at the cost of myself... call it foolish but can you hold it against me for having a kind heart even after all that? Damnit... I got crystals and gems all scattered in my bed from crying, oh well I'll sleep on the floor instead... good night Ruby. Mnnn..."

Moving to the floor while going without a blanket and having only a pillow to be comfortable while used to harsh places due to camping experiences he had when wandering places, hard to say of how such a harsh experience like that possession left him and his powers grew from that as well.

[vendetta-if]

Happy independence day my fellow Indonesian! 17 Agustus tahun 45 itulah hari kemerdekaan kita~~ 🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩. Ada rencana ikut games meramaikan acara 17an gak nih wkwkwk? Anyway going with the theme, what annual independence day games would the ROs more likely participate in? If they play panjat pinang together how chaotic would it be? LOL (no flying Skylar it's cheating!!!)

Ps: Please answer this ask on the independence day if you don't mind, thank you~~

Happy Independence Day, my fellow Indonesians 🇮🇩 And Happy 78th Birthday to our country. I hope you guys have a great day and are enjoying the holiday! Although, I’m sorry for those who had to endure through upacara this morning.

As for which ROs would participate in the Independence Day games and what kind of games they would participate in…

First of all, Rin would not want to join because it’ll be just too embarrassing for them, alright! Do you derive enjoyment from seeing them struggle and making fool of themselves in these games? 😭

Santana would like to play the more fun and team-oriented games, like the classic tug of war, playing game of telephone or relay but with water or flour, or the balloon dance game where you and a partner have to keep the balloon from touching the floor without touching it with your hands.

Now, Ash and Skylar, both of them would be up for any games available and they would definitely compete against each other 😆 But of course there’ll be games where one of them excel more than the other.

For example, I can see Ash completely dominating the eating kerupuk game. They’ll annihilate that poor kerupuk so fast 💀 Skylar, in the meantime, would actually be good in sack race (maybe they use their flying ability just a tiny bit to assist them 🤭)

And pray to God if Ash and Skylar have to work together in a team/partner game 😭 But overall, it’ll be fun to see them two participating in the games 🥰

Anyway, here’s a video of little MC participating in a game with Yvette:

[delulu-with-wandanat]

I suddenly had a dumb idea for a fic. I noticed there’s a few Indonesian peeps here so this is for u guys, in honor of 17 August. Plus perhaps other fellow southeast asians can relate XD

Gender neutral reader 🫶

Natasha Romanoff x Sibling!Reader

Y/n and Nat were sent to Indonesia for a mission. The mission was a breeze of course but they were still being chased by the enemy. Unfortunately, traffics in this country is INSANE. Thankfully, Y/n had stayed here longer than Nat and has mastered the ways of the locals.

Natasha and Y/n were running away after a successful mission, but their enemy were hot on their trail.

Natasha approached a motorcyclist and tried to force him to get out of his bike. “Sir, I need to use your motorcycle. Avengers business.” The guy looked confused, clearly he didn’t speak any English.

“Hah??” The guys simply said.

The biker kept sitting on his bike, not making a move to get off it. Y/n took control of the situation. “Pinjem motor asu, ato gak gw gorok tuh leher.” They pointed a knife threateningly at him.

The guy immediately got off his bike out of fear and Y/n sat on the driver side. Natasha followed suit and sat behind them while narrowing her eyes. “You can’t just threaten a guy!”

“Dafuq you want me to do, suck his dick as compensation?!” Once Natasha was secured they accelerated the bike. Unfortunately for them the traffic was insane.

“Get off, we’ll have a better chance running.”

“No, I got this Nat!”

“In this traffic, are you insane?!”

“Just trust me! I have mastered the way of riding like mas-mas Gojek.”

“The fuck you mean by mas-“ She couldn’t finish her sentence cause her sibling drove the motorcycle up the pedestrian path. “Y/n, this is illegal!”

“Not in tanah air!” She did not know jackshit of what they meant, but regardless they expertly maneuvered their way through traffic like a mad man. Not even bumping once on a car or other motorcylist.

They constantly honk and earning side eyes from other drivers. Occasionally shouting, “MINGGIR NGENTOT.”

Y/n’s extra few weeks of stay in Indonesia proved to be useful, nonetheless Natasha was feeling slightly, nay, VERY embarrassed.

(LMAO idek what im on tbh but there u go. Under here is the translation and explanation.)

Pinjem motor asu, ato gak gw gorok tuh leher:

Give us your bike, or I’ll slit your throat.

Mas-mas Gojek:

Basically the equivalent of an Uber driver, but they use motorcycles. Known for their incredible skills of slipping between cars during heavy traffic.

Tanah air:

Homeland (literal translation according to google). Another word Indonesian typically use to refer to Indonesia.

MINGGIR NGENTOT:

MOVE CUNT (but like in the rudest form, worst than cunt. Literal translation for ‘ngentot’ is fuck. It don’t make sense but basically yeah.)

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

Since many of you liked the masterpost with visual kei movies, which proves many of us are still around, is there anything else you'd like info on? In case I know sth that could help I mean.

Is there for example a band you were always interested in but never got down to searching, or one that still intrigues you, but you just never found the right song to like them? Cause sometimes some bands do have some bangers that never make it to an mv form, I mean.

I don't know everything about every band, of course, and my knowledge lessens greatly when it comes to bands formed after 2018, but still, if you got a question do share it, maybe one of my followers has sth you need.

The bands I'm most familiar with (therefore I'm most likely to know sth more about) are:

9GOATS BLACK OUT

Alice Nine

AND -eccentric agent-

BORN

Codomo Dragon (until Kana's departure, cause roller coaster of emotions, however I am still following Kana's work)

D (Asagi solo, Ruiza solo & Hide Zou solo, as well as some stuff from their previous bands)

DIAURA

DOG inThePWO

Gak (ex. Purple Stone)

Hyde

NETH PRIERE CAIN (only newbie I know a few things about, emphasis on "few")

Kaya (mostly his solo activity, my knowledge on bands he's been in is pretty limited (i.e: Femme Fatale & Schwarz Stein))

Kiryu (& some My Dragon stuff)

Liraizo (until Suzune's withdrawal at least)

Malice Mizer (Klaha, Mana, Közi and Yu~ki activities all in, although I know almost nth about Moi dix Mois)

Gackt

Megaromania (Sui (David) and Mizaly solo activities included)

Metis Gretel

RonoCro (limited knowledge, mostly around Minami)

REIGN

Plastic Tree (however I'm more familiar with Ryutaro's solo music cause I could find more stuff I liked there)

Screw (and any solo or session band activity of the members)

KHRYST+

Anli Pollicino (limited knowledge)

VANIRU (limited knowledge)

SuG (mostly anything Takeru did while in the band, every solo work during its course and after it)

The GazettE

The Valentine

Fi'ance (a little more than limited knowledge)

TRUST (some stuff I guess)

Tokami (from Agato's joining till the disband) (basically every band he's been in, I've checked it too)

Versailles (+ Kamijo's and Hizaki's solos)

Hizaki Grace Project

Lareine

Vistlip (+ Lill)

I think that's all. Yeah my life revolves around bands I know. If anyone wants recommendations or wants to know sth about a release or a video or sth, feel free to ask.

[dwrlm-orion]

ABOUT THE NEWEST TWST HALLOWEEN EVENT🎃🐦‍⬛

Here's things I take a notes from the event (correct me if I'm wrong or just TELL ME IF I MISSED SOME THINGS)

IMPORTANT, this is just my notes and rants so it will get messy, I mean a real mess. And I'll mix Indonesian and English language since it's easier (for me and my english it still improving, I hope). Hehe :D

It's gonna be a long post I ever type. Help

Not recommend to read since this is just my rants.

🎃

Halloween Event Tittle:

"Lost in The Book with Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas"

I wonder how Tim Burton will react to this, HE NEED TO KNOW

This is part 2 of Lost in the Book Series. Which I didn't expect tapi gak akan ku tolak 😳

Some facts yang udah terungkap sampai hari ini (btw, eventnya besok ahay GASKEUN~):

Twisted version dari Jack Skellington, named Skully J. Graves (honestly it's a cool name, and WE WON'T LET THE ENGLISH VERSION MESSED UP AGAIN JUST LIKE THEY DID TO KIFAJI AND FELLOW-ekhem)

SSR card: Leona (I CAN'T BREATH, WHERE'S OXYGEN?!!), Jamil (NJAY, JAMIL WITH HIS HAIR DOWN?!! SENGGOL DONG BOS) & Sebek (LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO BABY CROC!!)

SR card: Riddle (THIS IS HIS 2nd BOOK, GIVE HIM A BREAK. And, what in the Ciel Phantomhive???? Bro, I'll give my everything just to get your ass card, luv you), Trey (O-M-G, are you here to babysit Riddle??? or opened your own bakery in Halloween Town??? #babysitter), Jade (YOU'RE NOT TRYING TO BE SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS, AREN'T YOU?!! Nice hairstyle btw) & Idia (STAY SAFE BRO, I HOPE YOU'LL SURVIVE BRO, I'LL SAVE YOUR ASS IF YOU GET STUCK ON THE TREE- I got feeling he'll got stuck on a tree at some point)

R card: Azul (Honestly, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?? KAYA TIBA-TIBA BANGET NIH GURITA HADIR- but I'll enjoy your stunt dan skema penipuan yang akan kau jalankan MAJU KAU GURITA GULUNG!!), Vil (BEAUTIFUL QUEEN!! WELCOME TO THE NIGHTMARE- also you're here to babysit Epel??? #babysitter 2 I got feelings he'll get into more trouble because of his gremlin son), Malleus (BABY GORL, WHAT IN THE W- IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU TRAPPED HERE, SAYANGKUH!!) & Epel (DON'T GET YOUR MOM Vil INTO TROUBLE!!)

SKULLY GANTENG DAN MENAWAN BANGET PLIS (Gojo reinkarnasi ke semsta yang tak terduga ehe)

Overblot team hadir semua bos! (APA ARTINYA INI????)

Story might be follow the original movie or rather more drama and chaos?? This is NRC students we talked.

ORIGINAL JACK SKELLINGTON ON THE SHOW!! Also Sally and Zero is here?? holy- DID OOGIE BOOGIE WILL SHOW UP TOO??

And I notice the tone color on the card is more grayer or darker??? Riddle's bright red hair is supper grayish in his card. Perfect for this Halloween event :D

AND THE SANTA CLAUS?? OR TWISTED VERSION OF SALLY???

🔥🔥🔥THIS HALLOWEEN WOULD BE FIRE!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

I want to add some of movie that have been adapted to event (as I remember so far):

Tinkerbell (fairy gala?? It's fairy themed)

Pinocchio (wishing star event and playful land event???)

Hunchback of Notre-dame

Lilo and Stich

The Nightmare Before Christmas (we're here!)

What's Next ?????

And I want to make a list of potential Disney movie that might be turned into future event in Twisted Wonderland (just my hunch but we'll see #smilemenacingly):

Frozen (trapped in the endless winter??? I'm in)

Zootopia (I'M WAITING FOR THEM TRAPPED IN ZOOTOPIA AND MEET WITH JUDY. I'm watching for you, Ace)

Dumbo (obvi, classic and nostalgic. Yana-sensei will do this right?? RIGHT?!)

Beauty and The Beast (aside from Vargas, I WANT TO SEE MORE OF TWISTED VERSION OF BATB CHARACTER PLS)

Bambi (I don't know why I add this movie but I LOVE THIS MOVIE FOR YEARS)

Brother Bear (EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE)

Winnie The Pooh (I mean what's wrong with Pooh and Friends make disaster at NRC?? Crowley will be in despair and suffer, now that's gonna be delightful)

Tarzan (I can imagine the first year trying survive in the jungle. Also Rook in Tarzan cloth??? 👁️👁️)

Jungle Book (Exploring the jungle is fun, boys 🙃)

The Emperor's New Groove (WE WANT TO SEE TWISTED YZMA)

Mulan (I know what you're thinking but SILVER GONNA LOVE IT WHEN HE MEET HIS IDOL)

Tangled (Them being tour guide for Rapunzel is hilarious. They'll get more lost but who cares)

The Princess and The Frog (Swamp time people!! Also, who's gonna kiss the frog?? Lilia will)

Peter Pan (I mean it's cool but The Prefect currently experience this *side eyeing Crowley)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (WELL- IT HAVE POTENTIAL)

And the list goes on...

WE ARE SO READY FOR TOMMOROW!! APAPUN YANG TERJADI CINTAKU PADA TWST INI YANG BERSINAR SEPERTI SINAR ULTRAFENG DAN SELUAS SEMESTA INI AKAN TETAP MENGEBU-GEBU!!!

[zaruba-needslove]

Ngl I feel like some of the reactions regarding Gilchae in episode 17 was a bit unfair and biased, to just over simplify it to just Gilchae still being 'prideful'

I mean... the ONLY reason Gilchae returned to Joseon was because Janghyun told her to do so. Because Janghyun told her that he had grown sick and tired of HER. She LEFT because it's what Janghyun WANTS!

And the whole thing about her living a 'flashy and fashionable' life? That was because Janghyun told her that she should reclaim back her life and live her life the way she used to live. And THAT caused her grievance because she can no longer live that kind of life and show THAT to Janghyun to show that she was living 'well'. THAT should be the reason why she didn't want to show her current state to Janghyun.

Heck, the only reason why she did that trick about still being married and pregnant was because Ryang-eum TOLD her to meet with Janghyun and show him that she was 'doing well' and to make Janghyun give up on her. Gilchae did that because she thought that was what Ryang-eum wanted her to do. Because Ryang-eum told her that Janghyun always gets hurt whenever she was involved. Yet after all of that, Ryang-eum still BLAMES her for so 'easily' letting Janghyun go and for still being 'prideful'. Even when she's doing it for him because Gilchae knows that Ryang-eum didn't like her to see Janghyun!

And THIS is coming from Gilchae who used to LOVE listening to Ryang-eum singing!

It's like people forget that as much as Gilchae do carry herself with confidence, she do still have her own insecurities and fears. I mean, her dad had almost killed her just because he thought that doing that would prove her 'innocence'. Her own sister, ex-husband and other people around her kept asking her if she really had been taken advantage of by the foreign intruders as if that was the only worth that she have and probably wouldn't believe her anyway if she said she fought hard to protect her chastity. Even if nothing really happened to her (as in her being violated sexually and penetratively) people will still see her as 'dirty' just because she had been kidnapped and taken out of Joseon or as much as had her hands or bare skin touched by the foreign intruder. No one would bother to listen to her reasoning as to why she hurt herself and create a scar on her head just to avoid serving someone in bed, much less believe that she fought for her life to protect herself. People would just assume she had been violated already.

Like seriously, how dare Ryang-eum assumed it was so 'easy' for her to let Janghyun go?

She had been abandoned by her ex-husband JUST for that reason alone! Won't Gilchae worry that Janghyun would do the same? The same Janghyun who even caught the interest of a Qing princess? Of course she'd feel that she no longer had any right to pursue Janghyun anymore. Of course she won't think she could still be with Janghyun again as much as she was able to divorce her husband after knowing who was it that she truly love. And Janghyun did say that he'd grown tired and sick of her!

If there was any other pride left in her, it's that she didn't want Janghyun to come for her out of pity. To which Janghyun's confession of love just dispel that last bit of doubt in her.

Like I get it people had feelings for Ryang-eum after the reveal about his past. But that doesn't mean that twit don't still do some selfish things. It doesn't justify the lies that he made as well thinking that Gilchae was the only one that causes bad things to happen to Janghyun.

If not because Janghyun had to care about all of the other captives (because Ryang-eum kept whining abt it; and Ryang-eum don't do anything much afterwards ANYWAY to help those captives go home or even take care of them, he just left that to Janghyun to deal with), Gak-hwa wouldn't have HAD that other leverage to hold on to Janghyun! Who was it actually being a 'curse' to Janghyun?

[littledraga]

Spinemas! That's it it's just fanbots bothering Spine for toys

The Spine sighed a long cloud of steam when he saw the piles and jars of dust in front of the doorway of his room. Was it that time already? It couldn’t be. 

Leaning back into his room, the titanium bot checked the cowboy calendar hanging by his bed. Sure, he had an internal clock and calendar. And that would be faster, but what was the point of having a calendar and not using it?

There on the bottom corner was a circled date that made him frown. Every other day before it had been crossed out. The twenty seventh. Briefly, The Spine debated going back into stasis for the day, but that would be the first place the others look for him. And he didn’t want anyone in his room. It was hard enough trying to keep Zer0 from stealing his fire truck. Again.

This was his least favourite day of the month. Why did everyone have to bring him calcium dust, of all things? He didn't have bones! He just used it to feed the Roombas that came into his room. They spent a lot of time in his room now.

At least there weren't any notes left with it. The Spine could just pretend he didn't notice it. Just brush past them and find somewhere to hide. If only it was that easy. Why was it never that easy?

A bot with bright pink hair bounced up to The Spine, shoving a crushed egg into his chest. The yolk smeared on his black vest, the white shell clinging to it.

“Here ya go, The Spine!” They chirped with a bright grin, still holding out the egg to him.

Taking the egg, or what was left of it, The Spine tried to wipe the egg off his vest. He'd have to ask Petes to take it to the cleaners again. He was one of the cleanest bots in the manor, and yet somehow it was always his clothes that got so dirty.

“Thank you? But why are you giving me a broken egg, Malware?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Someone said eggshells have lots of calcium! I tried to make it a dust, like you’re ‘sposed to, but it got kind of goopy. Can I still have a toy?” They asked, excitedly dancing from foot to foot, curls bouncing.

 A long, thin wisp of steam curled from The Spine’s cheek vents while he stared at Malware in stunned silence for a moment. Of course. Not that he could actually be upset with anyone hopeful for a toy. At this point, not even The Spine knew how it had started. Everyone was just excited for something new. Or old.

“Right, I suppose, those are the rules, aren’t they?” Pulling out his pocket square, he internally winced. There would be no saving it after this, but he was a gentleman first and foremost. It would be wrong to let them walk around with eggy hands.

“But let’s not get egg all over your new toy, yeah?” He explained as he handed over the handkerchief to the other bot. Once they were done, The Spine would do the best he could to get the egg off of him. He could wash his hands when he went to get water.

“Right! Now the rules do say,” trailing off, The Spine reached into his pocket and pulled out a star-shaped jar filled with neon pink GAK. Looking at it curiously, he handed it off to its owner.

“Here we go! Happy Spinemas!”

Taking the jar, Malware jumped up and down as they all but ripped off the lid and threw it over their shoulder. So much for that lasting longer than a day.

“Oh, this looks like fun!” Sticking their fingers into the jar, they giggled when it squelched.

“Gross!” Laughed Malware as they pulled the slimy putty out of the plastic in a long stretchy stream.

“It’s like the egg! But without the crunchy bits. Pulling it apart and wrapping it around their hands, the bot was entranced by a new bright and shiny goo as it stretched and slumped closer to the ground. Stretching the GAK and squishing it between their hands again, they laughed brightly.

Which was the perfect time for The Spine to slip away and get some water to top off his boiler before he went hunting for a safe place to hide for the day. Tipping his hat, he made to step away until he heard some of the worst words you could hear in the manor.

“Uh oh. I broke my, me?” Questioned Malware, staring at their hands in confusion. The GAK had worked its way into the joints of their hands, making it almost impossible to flex their fingers as they stood there. Hands out in front of them, neon pink bulged from the joints in both of their hands while they tried to keep the remaining GAK from dripping onto the carpet. It was becoming a losing battle quickly.

The Spine blinked once, twice, and even a third time, trying to process what he was seeing. Putting his face in his hands, he groaned a cloud of steam. He had barely turned away! This wasn’t going to be an easy day. But the twenty seventh rarely was anymore.

Holding out his hand to the other bot, he smiled. But no one else was going to fix it either. What kind of gentleman left someone in their time of need?

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Taking Malware’s hand after they looked at him in confusion, he guided them down to the kitchen to help wash out the offending goop. GAK was not a robot-friendly nineties toy.

Once all the bits were removed and put back in the jar with the remaining goo to maybe be mixed back in, Malware jumped up and down in excitement. Only stopping when they heard the dishes rattle. No one wanted to tell Wanda they broke her good plates. Again.

Drying his own hands, The Spine went to get a glass to fill his boiler. Finally. At least something would go right today, he thought to himself.

“Maybe get a pair of the Walter Worker safety gloves?” Those things could withstand just about anything. Surely, those could protect robotic hands from getting gunked up again. Probably. Maybe.

With another thanks, Malware grabbed their new toy and skipped out of the room and down the halls. Hopefully, to a supply closet to get gloves. And not raid it for something they shouldn’t have. They weren’t Rabbit, after all.

Now was Spine’s chance to hold up in a music room somewhere. Just fill up his water bottle and hide. It wasn’t a practice day for the band so Rabbit and Zer0 wouldn’t dare go near it. And most of the other bots in the manor didn’t bother with them unless someone convinced them to do another talent show. There was still glitter in the carpet from someone’s glitter cannon and stains from broken glow sticks. He wasn’t sure what kind of talent that was supposed to be, but he had long learned to be careful about asking questions.

Sipping from his bottle as he turned into the music room, The Spine nearly dropped it when he saw that he wasn’t alone. So much for being his safe haven for the day. Spine was starting to wonder if not being alone was a part of the holiday.

Juke was standing behind a few boxes of records, thumbing through them while he hummed an upbeat tune to himself. A rare time he didn’t opt to use the record player in his glass stomach to bop along to.

While he was off in his own world, The Spine thought he could slip away. Maybe a workshop would be safer? No, then a Walter Worker would definitely find him. But before he could as much as take a step, Juke’s voice broke his train of thought.

“Hey, Spine-o! Six said he got some new sides for me to try! Wanna listen to some sounds with me?” Juke was watching him, a new record held up to show off with a bright grin on his face.

“This one looks like it’ll be a real bop.”

“Ah, that’s okay, Juke. I was just, uh, well,” he stammered. Trying to take a step back, he held up his hands. Normally, that would be a perfect way to spend a morning. On a day when people weren’t crawling out of the woodwork. The Spine didn’t want to be rude, but he didn’t want to risk attracting anyone else. But as luck would have it.

“Oh yeah!” Putting down the record, Juke fished in his pockets a moment before pulling out a small jar. Holding it up, he grinned before tossing it to The Spine, who fumbled and dropped his water bottle to catch it.

Looking at the bottle, The Spine squinted his eyes in annoyance. Calcium powder supplement. 

“Et tu?” He mumbled before looking up at Juke.

“Supposed to give you this for some new aged thingamajig! Not real sure what they were goin’ on about,” explained Juke, shoving his hands in his pocket.

“Of course! It’s Spinemas after all,” chirped The Spine with fake excitement. Whoever had this bright idea should be locked in a vault. A small one. Reaching behind him, he pulled out a Talk Boy and held it up for Juke to see. Now that was a strange one. He wasn’t expecting a toy recorder. But then again, maybe it was perfect for someone like Juke.

Apparently, neither was Juke, who jumped when the other bot suddenly produced a not so tiny toy from behind his back like it’d been there all along. Walking over, He ducked his head to stare at it a moment, tapping his chin.

“Now where’d you get that, man?” He asked, tilting his head a little as if the answer would jump out at him if he looked at it from another angle.

The Spine shrugged and handed it over so Juke could turn it over in his hands to figure out what he was looking at.

“No idea. Someone hands me calcium dust and there’s a toy.” It was a bit unsettling at first, but now it was more annoying than anything scary. Nothing stayed strange long in Walter Manor after all. At least they weren’t alive. For now.

“Crazy! I’m gonna listen to these new sounds and figure this thing out. Thanks, Spine-o!” Still looking his new toy over, he went to grab the record and have a very good day once he figured out how to use the Talk Boy. No one would be safe.

And before he could be stopped again, The Spine waved and rushed down the hall while he was distracted. There had to be somewhere on the Walter manor grounds where he could avoid people.

The grounds! The Spine grinned widely to himself as he walked a bit faster down the halls. A genius, he thought himself. An absolute genius! Why not hide from the manor on the grounds themselves! He could find a nice place in the garden where no one could find him. And he could have some peace!

And he did.

For about five minutes before, he heard someone screaming his name. Standing by the greenhouse, The Spine barely had a chance to turn around before a brightly coloured bot crashed into him with a puff of smoke.

Wait, that wouldn’t be right. Neither of them should be smoking. Were they overheating? Maybe someone needed help!

Grabbing her shoulders, he saw Idol’s face as she beamed brightly from ear to ear. Now that was absolutely not right! If she was in trouble, she shouldn’t be smiling. She must have been pretty damaged to be smiling like that with all the smoke around them.

“Ima sugu pea o Onegai shite mo īdesu ka? Onegaishimasu??? Hoshī Moonshoes ™️ !!!”

The smoke was starting to settle in Idol’s hair. But that wasn’t right either. Smoke doesn’t settle. Was she burning that badly? What would burn like that? His sensors weren’t detecting smoke either. 

“Idol. Idol what is this white dust? Idol, what is this? Where did you get it? How did you make the trademark sound with your mouth? Idol. Idol.” The Spine was starting to panic, debating on carrying her down to the labs to get her looked at. At least until he started to process what she was saying. He didn’t normally translate from Japanese. Just switched to it when he was watching his shows. He knew what was settling.

The Spine steeled his nerves before looking down again between them. They were both covered in calcium dust. His suit was grey! Groaning, his shoulders slumped. Between them, Idol was holding a now empty bowl.

Well, at least, she was alright. He hated being bothered on Spinemas, but even this was better than one of the bots being damaged. Even just a little.

“Hai, hai,” he waved an arm before pulling out the Moonshoes. Honestly, he was surprised Idol got what she wanted. 

But before he could tell her anything, she snatched them away from him with a quick thanks. Jumping around the yard a little, Idol quickly shoved her metal feet into the straps. Stumbling, she had to lean on the taller bot to get them on properly.

“Domo!” Giggling brightly, she started to bounce around the yard. Despite being made of metal, she was getting quite a bit of air while she hopped, ran, and skipped around.

Well, at least she was happy with them. But The Spine was losing hope that he was going to find peace anytime soon. Maybe he should just find the most comfortable spot so he could relax between people. Maybe he could make it so boring no one ever gave him calcium dust ever again.

A sudden crash jolted him from his thoughts. Whipping his head around, The Spine found Idol lying on the ground, halfway through the greenhouse. He winced. Was that his fault? He didn’t make her fall, but he did give her the Moon Shoes. Seriously, how did she make the ™️ a noise?

Looking around nervously, The Spine stepped over to make sure she was okay. That was a pretty big crash, after all. Leaning over, he reached out to lift her up. Only to fall back when she suddenly sat up and looked around.

Her pigtails were ruined, leaves and sticks sticking out from them and the wig was starting to fall.

“That was AWESOME!” Yelled Idle, quickly jumping back to her feet, stumbling as she tried to right herself in the Moon Shoes. 

Before The Spine could process what happened, she had bounced away and straight into the manor.

That wasn’t going to end well. But now it wasn’t his problem. Turning around, he made to hightail it away from the greenhouse before someone tried to blame that on him. Whatever happened, he was absolutely not involved.

In the manor, everyone enjoyed their new toys. Malware had their new gloves on and had learned how to make GAK bubbles. Juke had GG chasing people around the manor for saying she wasn’t cute. And Idle was showing off some sick bounce tricks. Until.

CRASH

“NO MOON SHOES IN THE HOUSE!”

[leam1983]

So... I just saw Barbie

I'm not sure what to think, honestly.

What I do know is that the gifset representing the opinions of mediocre men that's going around is, indeed, representing mediocre opinions. If anything, the movie very indirectly acknowledges the fact that men are also victims of the Patriarchy as a concept. Allan's one big scene can be played for laughs, but it can also be used to underline that men do not, in fact, uniformly identify with what's come to define the concept of masculine identity. As for Michael Cera kicking the snot out of burlier men, well - that's nothing new. See Scott Pilgrim VS The World for more info.

On the other hand, Barbie's awakening and the other Barbies' losing themselves to rules more or less assigned to them by the male gaze feels like it's missing its goalposts a bit. I understand that America Ferrera's character more or less reaches her arc in defining the complexities and injustices of womanhood, but am I being naïve in assuming that there's more to it all, more that should be expressed but isn't?

My confusion sort of mirrors the movie, honestly: it's one-third exhortation, one-third celebration and one-third denunciation, and this sort of tonal mess underscores the fact that apart from the fact that Stereotypical Barbie does find herself, nothing of importance changes - and the malaise in Ken that's at the root of the movie's conflict isn't really given proper closure.

The movie ends with Barbie becoming Barbara Ann Handler and signifying her accession to full womanhood by going to the gynecologist - which I'm sure will strike plenty of women as being simplistic - and Ken is just told to... find himself. Somehow.

Considering how both characters began as ersatzes of human beings, shouldn't they both receive a transformative arc? All Ken does is follow along, fuck up majorly, cope and apologize - and retreat back to the rear.

It's so vague I'm afraid it'll enable a ton of misinformed readings from parties better left in the dark. Will Radfems feel spoken to by the possible undertones of uselessness that defines men in the movie's thesis? Will Incels feel vindicated and excused in their toxicity? Does the movie tear down Mattel's icon to Capitalism and gender roles, or does it say that things are really so much better when Barbie's in her nice clothes and in her Dreamhouse, not making a fuss?

Honestly, I don't think it's saying anything. It's too muddled. It wants to say something, sure, but it's a thing of many mouths and many of them spew truth as much as they do lies and exaggeration, if not while coyly eluding to feel-good reactionary crap. I think Greta Gerwig wanted to speak to everyone in Barbie's audience - from the kids who played with their dolls as intended to the weird ones who grilled off strands of hair using Mom's Zippo; to even the guys who picked up a Barbie out of inclination, boredom or curiosity. She also had to allay Corporate's fears, I'm sure, and toss in a bone for bored parents expecting their quota of referential humour for grown-ups...

It's a lot. This movie is, simply speaking, a lot.

I can't say it's bad. I can't say it's good, either. It's a thematic overload and its lack of focus - from my own personal perspective - sort of makes me want to ask who this was for.

Was it for me? I didn't play with Barbie dolls as a kid; I had a yen for Barbie's convertible! It was big enough for most of my figurines, so I gave its associated Barbie to my neighbor after buying it and then stuffed the fuschia conveyance with all manner of Crash Test Dummies, Ninja Turtles, LEGO and Playmobil figures! My Barbie convertible turned into the receptacle for Nickelodeon GAK slime! Barble herself never so much as stayed in my orbit! Instead, my softer, perhaps stereotypically less-"masculine" side came through my long-maintained interest and need for plushies.

Even more confusingly, none of this strikes me as a bad thing. The only thing that really comes to mind is that 1998's Pleasantville seems to want to address similar themes of self-discovery and self-refinement in ways that feel more cohesive.

So. Barbie.

It's made me feel things and ask questions. Two thumbs up for Greta Gerwig, I guess? The box-office sure seems to think so; quite likely deservedly!

[amifhz]

Why Am I Still Living Here?

“Sebenernya, kamu semangat hidup gak sih?” (Are you enthusiastic about living your life here?)

This question hit me so hard last year, it was a question from my doctor when I was routinely meeting and controlling my health with him. But it’s not my physical health that I worry about, I’m worrying about my psychological condition of not being able to answer that question right after he asked. What’s wrong with me? And why am I never asking that to myself before?

I’m freezing and smiling but deep down I know that I don’t even know how to answer that because I deny that I know the answer. I just don’t feel like “living” at the time, I’m just going with the flow of life that takes me from one event to another, and one activity to another without even understanding why I keep doing that or if it’s something that Allah wants me to do.

Last year on this month, I struggled a lot about how I handled and coped with this feeling of uselessness and thoughts about what if I was better off dead than alive. And thousand times I imagine and experience myself in the last bridge life or death event. That’s scary and dark times for me. How did I get through it then?

Well you know is not easy, and it’s not an instant process until I experience myself losing someone I cared for and loved, and almost losing my precious human being who lived on earth (my mom). It’s scary to think that I will eventually lose her, it’s hurt watching her in such pain, and knowing that all I can do is be there for her, and pray that all of this is just a glimpse of life that gave us lessons to learn.

The results of those scary moments have made me understand that I will take care of myself better than before, cause I know being someone who left without a proper goodbye or being someone who wasn’t enthusiastic about living a better life can also hurt a lot of people who love us.

Knowing how precious my life is through the lens of the people I love, makes me wanna live longer as long as Allah lets me give and share a lot of love and kindness they deserve before I leave this world. Now I know, I don’t have to think deeply about everyone who’s not coming yet, or anyone who doesn’t even care whether I live or die right now, all I wanna do is to support, love, and appreciate everyone who’s still around, and they’re the one who will upset when I’m upset, and they who will happy when I’m happy.

Maybe this time, I will live such a beautiful life, taking care of and loving each of them deeply, as long as they still wanna be around me and know that we’re giving mutual benefits in spiritual needs in this life and the after.

“I was so scared to face my fears, nobody told me that You’d be here” - Adele

Knowing that we’re gathered here by Allah’s permission, to face our fears together. To remember Allah together, and to bring our best attitude in this world to stay alive and live a better life every day by Allah’s permission. Please, Allah, be pleased with us and show us the best way to live a life that will bring Your love and mercy to us.

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[Gakuen K] Totsuka Tatara Route Translation

Training camp in the mountains

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Yata: Waaaah, it's mounta-a-ains! Mountains, mountains! This is what summer is all about, isn't it!

Kusanagi: You're right, it's mountains no matter which way you look at them. So, Yata-chan can you lower the volume of your voice a little?

Yata: Loud cicadas noises! Barbecue noises! Oh, I can't stand it!

Kusanagi: Ahh, that's bad. You're not listening at all.

Saya: (I heard from Totsuka-senpai that something happens to Kamamoto-kun in the summer, but...)

Yata: Kamamoto, let's go look for beetles!

Kamamoto: Beetles? I didn't bring any tools.

Yata: Idiot, real man doesn't use tools. With bare hands, bare hands!

Kamamoto: I don't think we'll be able to catch them without at least a bug net...

Kamamoto: Can you catch them with your bare hands?

Yata: I don't know.

Kamamoto: "Don't know" he said...!

Yata: But you'll never know unless you try it, right? Come on, let's go. Follow me!

Saya: (I can't believe he changed his body shape like that...I was told not to dig into it too deeply and not to worry about it)

Saya: Yata-kun has a lot of energy.

Totsuka: It's good to be energetic. It doesn't seems like he's in low spirits.

Totsuka: Oh, yeah. Have you seen King? He was just here a minute ago, and then he unexpectantly disappeared.

Saya: Suoh-senpai? No, I haven't seen him.

Kusanagi: If it's about Mikoto, he's in the car.

Saya: Kusanagi-san.

Totsuka: In the car, why?

Kusanagi: Well, I don't know. Maybe because he can sleep better in the car seat?

Kusanagi: Therefore. Since Yata-chan and others are gone now, we have to make curry on our own. You okay with that?

Saya: I'm okay. Totsuka-senpai?

Totsuka: I'm too. But do you need our help? Don't you always make it yourself, Kusanagi-san?

Kusanagi: That's because you guys don't do enough to help. I'm going to give you intensely hard time today, so brace yourselves.

Totsuka: Okaaay, I took the order.

Kusanagi: Next...Did you finish cutting those onions I asked for?

Saya: Yeah, here.

Kusanagi: Thanks. Throw them in the roux (curry sauce). Totsuka, one carrot.

Totsuka: Yes, Kusanag-san. Smile, smile~

Saya: Senpai...

Kusanagi: What the hell are you doing?

Totsuka:  What am I doing? Filmin- Agh...

Kusanagi: I told you to cut the carrot!

Totsuka: K-Kusanagi-san...Didn't we disscuss that the pit of the stomach is forbidden, because it's a spot where the pain lingers.

Saya: Are you okay, senpai?

Totsuka: Konohana-san...Please take care of the rest...Gak.

Saya: Senpai!

Kusanagi: Totsuka? You want to get one in the face next time, hmm?

Saya: Kusanagi-san, your smile scares me...

Totsuka: Just kidding. I've already cut the carrot, look-look!

Kusanagi: You should have give it to me from the start.

Totsuka: Really. I've been hit...Ouch-ouch.

Yata: Waaah, curry looks good! Thanks for the food!

Kamamoto: D-delicious...! This is really tasty!

Kusanagi: I'm not the only one who made it. These two have been working hard to make it for the two of you. You should thank them.

Kamamoto: It that so? Thank you, Totsuka-san.

Totsuka: You're welcome, you're welcome.

Kamamoto: Thanks to you too. This is tasty.

Saya: Thank you. I'm glad to hear you say that.

Yata: Totsuka-san, thank you! Em...and...

Yata: Y-you too...em, thank you.

Saya: Uhm. I'm glad you liked it.

Yata: I don't like it! No, I like it, but...Don't look at me!

Saya: Yata-kun, what's wrong?

Yata: Shut up. I said don't look at me! ...Kamamoto, refill!

Kamamoto: Why don't you just put it yourself? Well, I'll have a refill, too, so I don't mind.

Saya: Those two, they're eating at a very fast pace. Amazing.

Totsuka: That's how delicious it is. Much credit to Kusanagi-san, but I'm glad the food was so well received.

Saya: Yeah!

Totsuka: King. The carry we made, how it is?

Mikoto: It's normal.

Totsuka: Ehhh. That's harsh.

Mikoto: That's not what I meant. I can eat it just normally. ..Who made this, Kusanagi?

Saya: Yeah, that's right.

Mikoto: He often brings curry, saying he's made too much. This taste is normal to me.

Saya: I see. For Suoh-senpai, it's like a taste of mother's cooking, isn't it?

Mikoto: Ha?

Saya: Oh, is it different?

Mikoto: ...

Totsuka: ...Fufu.

Mikoto: Totsuka, stop laughing.

Totsuka: Sorry, sorry. King's reaction was funny.

Mikoto: ...

Totsuka: Oh no, don't stare at me, I'm sca-ared. Maybe I should take photo of King like this.

Mikoto: That piece of junk, you still have it?

Totsuka: Uhm. It's old, but it's still working. Well, King, get ready to smile.

Mikoto: ...Who's going to smile, you idiot.

Totsuka: Arara, I was dumped. Well, I guess I'll photograph you then.

Saya: Eh, me?

Choice: [Not now...]

Saya: Not now...I'm in the middle of eating...

Kusanagi: She's right. Totsuka. You too, put down the camera and eat your meal.

Totsuka: Ehhh. I want to take a photo of everyone eating together~

Kusanagi: During the meal or not, you still can take as many photos as you want, right?

Totsuka: Okaaay, I get it!

Choice: [What should I do...]  ❤

Saya: Emm, what should I do...?

Totsuka: You don't have to do anything. I just want to capture you as you are.

Saya: (The way as I am...)

Yata: T-Totsuka-san...

Kamamoto: S-somehow it's a nasty words...

Totsuka: Eh, really? Which part?

Totsuka: Hey. Was there something nasty?

Saya: That's so. My heart was pounding.

Totsuka: You too? Which part?

Saya: This is...

Totsuka: Ehhh, what is it - I'm curious. Hey, King, what are these guys talking about?

Mikoto: I don't know. Eat quickly.

Totsuka: Okaaay. ...What was that about?

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How to make meth

How to make meth

Making Methamphetamine at home:

List of chemicals and materials: Diluted HCl - also called Muriatic acid - can be obtained from hardware stores, in the pool section

NaOH - also called lye

Ethyl Ether - aka Diethyl Ether - Et-0-Et - can be obtained from engine starting fluid, usually from a large supermarket. Look for one that says "high ethyl ether content", such as Prestone

Ephedrine The cottons in todays vicks nasle inhalers dont contain efed or pfed (ephedrin or psuedoephedrin) but there are still lots of easy ways to get good ephed or pfed, pure ephedrin can be extracted out of it's plant matter, from a plant that can be bought at most garden stores. Or you can get pfed from decongestive pills like sudafed. Most people perfer to work with pfed from pills rather then ephed from the plant. The important thing is that you must have pure pfed/ephed as any contaminants will fuck up the molar ratio leaving you with over-reduced shit or under-reduced shit. Or contaminats will jell durring baseifying and gak up your product which will then be very hard to clean. So you want to find a pill that is nearly pure pfed hcl, or as close to pure as you can get. Also check the lable on your pills and see what inactive ingredients they contain. Inactive ingredients are things like binders and flavors. These you dont want and will remove when cleaning your pills. but certain inactive ingredients are harder to remove then others. You dont want pills with a red coating, you dont want pills with alot of cellose in them and you dont want pills with much wax. you also dont want pills that contain povidone. As a rule, if you have a two pills that contain the same amount of pfed hcl then take the smaller sized pill because it obviously has less binders and inactive ingredients, time released pills are usualy harder to work with because they have more binders and tend to gel up durring the a/b stage. Also only buy pills that have pfed hcl as the only active ingredient. You first have to make ephedrine (which is sometimes sold as meth by itself):If you are selling it...I would just make ephedrine and say it's meth.

Distilled water - it's really cheap, so you have no reason to use the nasty stuff from the tap. Do things right.

List of equipment : A glass eyedropper

Three small glass bottles with lids (approx. 3 oz., but not important)one should be marked at 1.5oz, use tape on the outside to mark it (you might want to label it as ether). One should be clear (and it can't be the marked one).

A Pyrex dish (the meatloaf one is suggested)

A glass quart jar

Sharp scissors

Clean rubber gloves

Coffee filters

A measuring cup

Measuring spoons

Preparing your Lab:

Preparing Ethyl Ether: WARNING: Ethyl Ether is very flammable and is heavier than air. Do not use ethyl ether near flame or non-sparkless motors. It is also an anaesthetic and can cause respiratory collapse if you inhale too much.

Take the unmarked small bottle and spray starter fluid in it until it looks half-full. Then fill the rest of the way with water, cap the bottle and shake for 5 minutes. Let it sit for a minute or two, and tap the side to try and separate the clear upper layer. Then, draw off the top (ether) layer with the eyedropper, and throw away the lower (water) and cloudy layer. Place the ether in the marked container. Repeat this until you have about 1.5 oz. of ether. Put the cap on it, and put it in the freezer if you can. Rinse the other bottle and let it stand.

Ethyl ether is very pungent. Even a small evaporated amount is quite noticeable.

Ephedrine & or P-Ephedrine: Please discuss this on the neonjoint forum

5. Pour 1/8 teaspoon of the lye crystals into the bottle of ephedrine and agitate. Do this carefully, as the mixture will become hot, and give off hydrogen gas and/or steam. H2 gas is explosive and lighter than air, avoid any flames as usual. Repeat this step until the mixture remains cloudy. This step neutralizes the HCl in the salt, leaving the insoluble free base (l-desoxyephedrine) again. Why do we do this? So that we can get rid of any water-soluble impurities. For 3 oz. bottles, this should take only 3 repetitions or so.

6. Fill the bottle from step 5 up the rest of the way with ethyl ether. Cap the bottle, and agitate for about 8 minutes. It is very important to expose every molecule of the free-base to the ether for as long as possible. This will cause the free base to dissolve into the ether (it -is- soluble in ether).

7. Let the mixture settle. There will be a middle layer that is very thick. Tap the side of the bottle to get this layer as thin as possible. This is why this bottle should be clear.

8. Remove the top (ether) layer with the eyedropper, being careful not to get any of the middle layer in it. Place the removed ether layer into a third bottle.

9. Add to the third bottle enough water to fill it half-way and about 5 drops of muriatic acid. Cap it. Shake the bottle for 2 minutes. When it settles, remove the top layer and throw it away. The free base has now been bonded to the HCl again, forming a water soluble salt. This time, we're getting rid of ether-soluble impurities. Make sure to get rid of all the ether before going to step 11!

10. If there is anything left from step 3, repeat the procedure with it.

11. Evaporate the solution in the Pyrex dish on low heat. You can do this on the stove or nuke it in the microwave (be careful of splashing), but I have found that if you leave it on top of a hot-water heater (like the one that supplies hot water to your house) for about 2-3 days, the remaining crystals will be ephedrine HCl.

If you microwave it, I suggest no more than 5-10s at one time. If it starts "popping", that means you have too little liquid left to microwave. You can put it under a bright (100W) lamp instead. Microwaving can result in uneven heating, anyway.

First Batch: 120mg ephedrine HClEstimated: 300mg (100% of theoretical, disregarding HCl)

Now, Making Methamphetamine out of ephedrine by reducing it with Hydroiodic Acid and Red Phosphorus.

Items needed: Alot of matchbooks (the kind with the striking pad)

Coffee filters (or filter paper)

Something that measures ml and grams

A flask (a small pot with a lid can be used)

iodine

Hydroiodic Acid (I will tell you how to make this)

Red Phosphorus (I will tell you how to make this)

Lye

*Optional (toluene and HCI gas)

Making Red Phosphorus: The striking pad on books of matches is about 50% red phosphorus. The determined experimenter could obtain a pile of red phosphorus by scraping off the striking pads of matchbooks with a sharp knife. A typical composition of the striking pad is about 50% red phosphorus, along with about 30% antimony sulfide, and lesser amounts of glue, iron oxide, MnO2, and glass powder. I don't think these contaminants will seriously interfere with the reaction. Naturally, it is a tedious process to get large amounts of red phosphorus by scraping the striking pads off matchbooks, but who cares?

Yeah, Mr. White! Yeah, science!

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Xavier: Renegade Angel #13: “Free Range Manibalism” | March 13, 2009 - 12:15AM | S02E05

I’m sorry, but this one is simply too crazy. Xavier finds a restaurant that very snobbishly turns their noses up at his offer of meat. The meat in question is splattered stuff from roads. He is accused of being a bathroom user, and truly, he is. So, they throw him out and he encounters two bums, whom he convinces to pose as pigs so he can offer them to the restaurant. The restaurant’s whole deal is that they pamper their livestock until they pass away from natural causes. Then, and only then, are they turned into a nice meal.

From there it goes off into a direction that I’m not even that sure I can adequately summarize. So, I won’t. Like, no, really, the episode was great, and I laughed at it a bunch, but I genuinely felt like I missed a key word or something that would have explained, sorta, what was going on. 

The honest truth is, sometimes I just don’t want to write about Xavier. That’s because the show is just one incredible joke after the next, and I tend not to enjoy write-ups where all I do is list jokes I like. Here’s some I wrote down, to shut you up: Xavier’s belabored pun of “Heil-er Meatler”. The part where he distracts the sporting goods store (to steal footballs from, so he can sew up new pigskin for the hobos) by getting them to chant “sports” over and over. “Spreading like a mother’s legs on free peanut butter day”. There’s like, way more insane wordplay in this episode than most others, I think. 

This is a wild one, and I probably should have watched it twice before covering it here. Oh well! Merry Christmas, everyone!

MAIL BAG

I definitely took a couple days off so I could use the above screenshot on Christmas Day, and no other reason. Time to shine a spotlight on the man of the hour, Mr. Ho-Ho-Ho himself, Santa Claus:

I don’t think you’re nuts! By the time Delocated season 1 started airing, 30 Rock already had appearances from faces familiar to Late Night w Conan fans, like Brian Stack, Brian McCann, Andy Richter, ofc Jack McBrayer, Conan. i wondered too if they hoped to get those Conan fans who gave 30 Rock a chance bc of those cameos. Good theory!

Hey, thanks for that. 30 Rock was definitely a movement, and it's something we could all get behind.

hey man i dunno who told you that SH*T about robot chciken being canceled but creator-whos-not-seth-green just said in a interview two weeks back that its still going so get your hopes down

The funniest case scenario is that Seth Green is too mad about his monkies that he refuses to do the show, and they try to continue without him. He was probably running around the writers room doing nut taps and throwing Nickelodeon Gak on people so they couldn't write funny sketches ever. Maybe this made-up thing that I'm making up right now is just what the show needs.

Tommy Wiseau is an absolute nut job. Mike Lazzo was playing with matches letting that guy in the adult swim ecosystem. Wish he got burned, boyo.

True that!!! Tommy Wiseau is not "WISE" at all... he is a menace

If Santa could put on piece of Adult Swim swag in your holiday stocking this year what would you want it to be?

A new Space Ghost Volume 5 DVD. The second disc on my copy stopped working. I can't even sell it on eBay anymore! WAAAH! Also, the actual plastic case it came in got extremely brittle and it caved in when I tried to open it last time. It's just all the way fucked. I have a digital backup of it, at least. But, I prefer tactile sensations, and the crackle of the vinyl record.

Santa has just left my house. He left 10 presents and ate all four cookies we left him. I was telling my dog who sleeps in my room how great a deal that was. 10 presents for four cookies? My dog didn't seem to care but enjoyed all the attention he was getting. Welp, back to bed.

I'm glad Santa came. I have a question about dog ownership for you: do you have a dog door and do you ever go through it for fun? I feel like if I had a dog and a dog door I would be going in and out of that thing constantly.

If you got bit by the Santa Claus bug, what would you do? Merry Christmas from LA

Hey, thanks, cool to hear about the move. If I was bit by the Santa bug, I would be in heaven, and I hope that answers all of the Christmas Day questions for AdultSwim.Com (my blog).