#its crappy but idc

[savingsallow]

My MC & Seb fulfilling their daily quest of being ✨️i d i o t s✨️

Sebastian: interesting wall...

MC: is that an embroidered carpet painting on the wall?!?!!?

[sieglinde-freud]

dorotheas stats in feh are genuinely so ass but tbh. accurate to her in three houses like i love my girl so so much but it definitely took me a while to get there because my god. YOU CANT DO ANYTHINGGGG 😭😭😭

[crepuscularqueens]

love when things go wrong in such a way that if you get annoyed about it you seem petty and ridiculous. someone spilled my juice and no one will admit to it 😡

[attex]

its your god given duty to make self indulgent dialtown sonas

[fiapple]

I already had issues with like all of how (at least very early) Alvida is written but Oda, sir... this is truly unforgivable.

(from the Q&A at the end of Chap. 50)

YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT NOT ONLY DID YOU DO ALL OF THAT, BUT YOU ROBBED ME OF A PIRATE CREW ENTIRELY COMPOSED OF WOMEN IN THE PROCESS? HOW DARE YOU!

[certifiedunicornhater]

Unicorn Wars OC posting,, this is Amargo he's a flirty bastard known for taking people back to his room

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

thinking about singing in a choir/group in comparison to singing solo/accompanied by music and just thinking abt how comparatively different that is. an orchestral backup to a solo song is nice- and takes a lot of dedication to perfect, certainly- but you will always be missing the synergy that comes with singing with other people. the synchronous intake of breath, the way vocal harmonies hum through the air in a way humans were biologically designed to pay keen attention to. the control and perfection of sound with your body instead of just your hands and limbs, and the perpetual awareness that you're operating in sync with a handful or tens or even a large group of people.

anyways. thinking abt how wigfrid's 'spellbinding' singing voice absolutely did NOT come out of the blue. thinking about how she probably started singing alongside some sort of group before moving to actressing and spending the rest of her career and the rest of her life before the constant singing and being completely alone.

[skylerfurmaniac-deactivated]

dkkdjcjfjf

The stupid doodle in question:

YEAAAAAH

ARSON

WAR CRIMES

GENOCIDE

[cruelsister-moved2]

not just based on reliability! like how crummy are the trains. how annoying are the other people who use it. how understaffed are they. dig deep.

[clamorybus]

the only time i truly felt 'the mc isn't relatable' is when i tried watching sex in the city

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

*sighh* everybody welcome the new blorbos

gay people, divorced people, crime people, and catholic people

[billgetsmewet]

2005 bill fluff PLLSSSSSSSS😩😩

Scent

a/n: ive been wanting to make a 2005 bill fluff bc hes the most precious being idc what yall say

i may or may not have included some of the corny shit me and my man do pls sophisticate my fucking phone from me

Youre sitting at your desk, quickly curling your lashes before putting your 3rd coat of mascara on.

You spray yourself with perfume, all over, knowing it was gonna be ruined by the smell of pure nicotine…

You got your bag, put on your shoes, right in time for you to catch your bus.

You were super excited today, you always are, ever since youve got some motivation to go to school everyday, even when sick or just hungover.

Today was your 1 month anniversary with Bill. You knew what he was gonna do, since he has been hinting it. He cant keep a secret for his life, but so have you. You already had your own bra strap on your hand, all ready to put it on his.

It was kinda crappy since you didnt know how to make it into a bracelet, but he was gonna figure it out, it wasnt your problem.

You arrive at school, and your friend is already waiting for you in the bus stop.

You two chat a bit before going for a quick smoke behind the school, you knew Bill would go that way with Tom.

It was perfect, your friend liked Tom and you liked Bill. It was like a corny 2010 romcom.

As you light your cigarette you see his silhouette appear.

You didnt want to give him the suprise just yet, you wanted to tease him. He hugs you, saying goodmorning before quickly heading to school, since he needed to copy homework for his first class.

You and your friend finish the cig and rush into school, already 5 minutes late. Luckily the teacher wasnt there yet, so you had time.

You finally finish the first class, already heading out to catch up with Bill in the quick break.

His eyes were practically begging for your gift as he had something in his hands himself, hiding it behind his back as he came down the stairs.

He had his eyes on your wrist, you smiled, sliding it over onto one of his hands as he smiled brightly. He handed you your gift aswell. He got one of his sweaters for you.

You hug him in excitement, kissing his cheek as you pull away.

You hear the bell ring and its as if you wont see him for a year after this, but you know hes going to call you out next break, like he always does.

-timeskip-

once you got home you put his sweater on.

It smelled heavenly. However, it was like 27 degrees celcius outside and you wouldnt be able to handle it. But you found a solution.

You took the hoodie off and slid it onto your pillow as a cover, so you would be able to smell his perfume while falling asleep.

———————————————————————

[babiebom]

Would I give them head?

A/N: I am so sorry for this I'm writing it at 3 am and I couldn't get it out of my head. I've been giggling for the past 10 minutes like a 7th grader. Also if you are reading this let me know if I should do something special for 50 followers. I know it's not a lot but I am so grateful! If yes let me know what I should do!

Tw: sexual content. Not explicit but it like look at the title. Cursing.

Genre: headcanons nsfw

Wc: idk it depends on which person. Probably 2+ for each.

This is including almost every male stardew character(obviously no kids) plus ridgeside plus expanded but not all because I cannot remember every single character and I don't wanna research rn.

Masterlist

Sebastian

Duh no doubt about it

He is the love of my life (well one of them)

I would give him the best head wymmmmm

Sam

Yes boy deserves it

Golden retriever coded guys deserve good head idc

Shane

Love sad men it's a yes

Kinda wanna make him cry because it's so good.

Maybe I can cure him

Elliott

No

Sorry it's not that I dislike him he's just not my favorite?

Maybe once as a treat but no other time than that

Harvey

Yeah he's the doctor for a small town

I gotta

Maybe he will stop billing me everytime I die

Alex

No

I am not attracted to this man he is more bestie coded to me

If he asked i would allow him a handjob I guess

Gus

Nope

Maybe he gets a Lil handjob as a treat because his food is good

Gunther

Maybe?

He kinda-

But not enough idk....

George

The reason I am writing this r n

The answer is no but the thought of doing it made me cackle

Lewis

Absolutely not

Fuck you old man

Pierre

NO

I hate this lying ass bitch I give you a kick

Willy

No sorry

He prolly smells like fish and salt and I am not fond

Love him tho stinky man

Kent

YES

would give him the sloppiest toppy known to man

He deserves it he needs it i want it pls bless me

I could beat Jodi's ass if it comes to it idc

Victor

Yes

I find him quite cute overlooking his slight classism.

Also for standing up to his mom for himself love that him

Demetrius

No

I'd rather give Robin head

He deserves no head for being crappy stepdad

Marlon

No

As much as I like him he probably does not shower

Also he is for the marnie's only

Clint

No

I wanna punch him so bad

Mr Qi

Maybe?

I don't find him attractive

But at the same time I find him mysterious and the might just be enough to convince me

Grandpa

HA

HAAAAAAA

no what is wrong with you

Andy

No

Prolly tastes like battery acid

He also gives off racist vibes

Wizard

Yeah

He's chill he can get some head

Morris

Maybe for a discount

Im equating Joja to Coke and I like coke

So only if he promises to give me a discount on stuff I want

Phillip

YES

Another love of my life

It was unexpected for me to love him but he is so cute to me

June

Yuperoni pepperoni

We love a man who is talented

Could easily convince me to give him head if he plays the piano for me ngl

Jeric

Maybe

I love but also hate him

He also gives off bestie vibes

Shiro

Yeah

I feel like he needs it:(

Ezekiel

No

I do however wanna smack his bald head

Not in a mean hateful kid of way I just wanna smack it

Lorenzo

Dilf Ngl

Maybe its because of his name idk

Answer is yes

Kimpoi

It was here where I started looking up characters bc i felt bad for leaving them out

No thank you I will not

Lance

Don't know much about him but I think hes cute so yes

His hair is cool

Isaac

Again don't know much about him hopefully he is not a child

But yeah he's cute so he gets a Lil head from me

Ian

If he takes a shower yes

Otherwise no

Kenneth

Yeah

I like his hair and I think he's cool for being an electrician

I know nothing else about him

Sean

Yeah he's cute so he can have some head

Im so sorry for not knowing im too busy simping over Seb and Phillip ngl

Anton

Uhhhhhh

Uhhhhhhhhhmaybe?

Im not attracted but unattracted to him so sure

Bryle

No

He reminds me of family

Like his face

Jio

Yea

As I have said before I love a mysterious man

Love a man with a sword

Zayne

I have no idea what this is

But I guess??

Have no reason to hate him so sure

Bert

No

He looks stinky :((

I also feel like his wife would beat my ass

Freddie

No

He is for the Lola's only

I also feel like he wouldn't be able to feel it

Mr Aguar

No

I do not enjoy his face

Pika

Simply because im assuming his food is good

I'll say sure simply for free food

Richard

No

So sorry

But no

Sonny

I will give him a platonic handjob

He deserves it bc he's a butler and probably does not get a day off with this family

[batboyblog]

Have you ever heard of the phrase "Every Zionist accusation is a confession” because that story about eviiiiil Palestinian putting an innocent Israeli baby in an oven, just like the story about eviiiiiil Islamic jihadist Palestinians beheading 40 Israeli babies, is a fake propaganda stories with absolutely no real proof beside Zionists saying its true, but you know what is a real story? Israeli soldiers ordering Hussein al-Shareed to throw his own son in a burning oven then throwing that baby in the oven themselves after his father refused to do it closely followed by throwing Hussein behind his son.

And this doesn't of course take into account how a huge portion of the 4000 Palestinian children Israel killed in "self-defense" this month were babies or the other babies that they killed in prior years, but why would a fascist scum like you bother showing sympathy to thousands of systematically murdered Palestinian babies when you can save all that energy toward a fake proof-less story about one dead Israeli baby?

Ps: I know you will not actually answer this and would instead make a post about "omg anti-semites in my inbox are wishing death on me simply because I'm Jewish AGAIN! :/ " but Idc I just wanted to remind scum like you that literally no one is falling for your old Zionist tactic of victimizing yourself and demonizing Palestinians (at least normal people, I'm sure fellow White Supremacists would be with you)

And good morning to you too. This is a taste of the delightful antisemitism clogging up my inbox

any ways this is pretty classic of how holocaust denial works, ie "It didn't happen! but you totally deserved it!"

of course there's lots of proof of what Hamas did on October 7th, they filmed a lot of it, if any one wants to traumatize themselves they can hear it all in the survivor's own words here

but the real reason I want to publish this is when you google the name "Hussein al-Shareed" you know what you find? nothing. After assuring google that no I didn't mean Hussein bin Ali, King of Hejaz died 1931, the closest match to "Hussein al-Shareed" was from Linkedin Pakistan. I've even put in a good faith effort to google the story without the name, and couldn't find anything that matched. Not a crappy story from some troll farm, not a tweet by someone who pays for twitter, nothing, nothing at all. So this person came into my inbox, made up a story, made up a name, all to prove "the evil dirty Jews Zionists lie!" truly every accusation is a confession my friend.

Am Yisrael Chai.

[not-alien-girl-v]

hi please, could you right some sweet hurt/comfort about reader comforting kit walker? ty :)

warning: language, excessive gooey lovey dovey bullshit if that’s your thing, angst

note: this got sappy as shit in the end idc tho its cute

You hate walking home alone. You hate the way you jump at each unsettling noise you hear on the journey. The wind picking up leaves to scrape them along the sidewalk, some reptilian entity rustling around in a bush. It frightens you more than you like to admit to anyone, especially a smug Kit, who ‘insists’ on walking you home everyday, as if you wouldn’t beg him to otherwise.

The walk is brief, but its cold, and on a night like this, when Kit got caught up at work for a few extra hours after sundown, lonely. It was fine. He called you on the payphone at the shop, his euphonic drawl with an added rasp from the last cigarette in his pack smoked. You thought it was your lucky day, getting a call from the love of your life in the middle of a crappy workday, but less so when he revealed you would have to walk by yourself.

You can handle yourself fine, and you did, all the way home in the cold, in the dark, the middle of the night, and other downsides to the situation you’d have to remember to give Kit shit about when he got home. 

The night air swirls around you in a big gust of bone chilling wind, wracking through your body, blowing the skirt of your waitress uniform. You work 6 to noon on weekdays but 4 to 10 on weekends for the dinner rush at your local seedy diner. Sometimes Kit comes in before he heads in to work, half for a barely palatable cup of coffee, half so he can sit at the counter on a stiff stool and stare at you for 30 minutes.

He seemed so worn, so spent over the phone that you were under the impression he had a long stretch of work ahead of him before he could clock out, so you’re a bit confused when you see his truck in the driveway and the lights on in the living room through the window. 

Your key turns in the lock and you peel the open, hinges squeaking eerily like a scene from a bad horror movie. That damn door, you’d fix it had you obtained the ability to do so. That was more Kit’s area of expertise, but he’s been so busy lately, you didn’t want to stress him further.

He’s there, reclined in his favorite chair, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he must of had the time to run to the store and buy another pack, and television turned on to some kitschy old movie.

“Babe?” You ask, and he’s jolting awake from a light slumber, sullen eyes fixing on you, looking like a man much older than 25. He’s so often like this, so worried or stressed over things he looks years older than he is.

He scans you up and down, admiring for just a moment before panic sets into his face. “Shit, did you have to walk?”

“Yeah, it’s alright, I didn’t bring you dinner though. Why are you off so early? Thought you said you’d be late,” your last words are posed as a question, though you mean to be a simple statement, as that is what he told you. 

“Ah, I’m sorry, sweetie, boss had some personal emergency, everyone got let off early cuz he didn’t want the trouble of us unmanaged, I must have fell asleep,” he follows you into the kitchen where you hang your purse on a dining chair. You trifle through the bag, trying to find your wallet, but to no avail, it’s not in there.

“It’s fine, hun, um, I think I dropped my wallet outside, I’m gonna go grab it, but lay down, go back to sleep. You’re so stressed lately, you deserve some good rest.”

He looks a bit unconvinced that you’re not upset with him in any way but if there’s one thing he can agree on, it’s that sleep sounds magnificent for him right now, especially now knowing you’re home safe with him.

As you open the mahogany slab of wood that opens to the outside world, you can’t help but cringe a bit at the loud creaking noise, but one glance back at a relaxed Kit in his chair again stops you from saying anything to him. It’s almost like a chain reaction, the two of you. Kit works so much, causing him stress, which makes you worry about him like a concerned mother rather than a troubled girlfriend, and then you’re both running around like chickens without heads because of it.

You hug your thick jacket tighter around your body, well, Kit’s thick jacket, as the unforgiving night air welcomes you back in to the cold like a menacing embrace. One quick glance around, and you find your wallet right on the doorstep, it must have fallen to the ground when you were searching for your keys. 

You chuckle at your mindless stupidity, and open the door quickly to escape the frigid temperature and there it is again, that goddamn squeak. It almost seems louder once you realize how fucking annoying it is. You’ve had enough of this.

Slamming it shut behind you, “this isn’t gonna work, Kit.” 

Your back is turned to him, but his is turned to you as well, so you don’t notice the way he jumps then freezes in his chair, eyes wide in panic, and he doesn’t notice how you’re regarding the door rather than him. 

“What?” Still, not turning around, as if he can make you change your mind as long as he doesn’t look at you, like he can make you stop.

“Look, I mean, I didn’t want to say anything yet because of work and the stress, I know it’s a lot for you, and I didn’t want to add more bullshit to your plate, but I really can’t deal with this anymore. I’m sick and tired of it,” you come and stand in front of him now, and he can’t deny you anymore, he has to stand up and face you like a man, though he really, really doesn’t want to. 

“Why can’t things just stay the way they are?” His eyes are welling up with tears, and you’re shocked, you didn’t know he cared this strongly about the door. 

“Because it’s a nuisance! Everyday I get home, I mean, first thing I see, I can’t just ignore it! It’s driving me fucking insane? Isn’t there something you can do to fix it?”

It seems the more fired up about the door you get, the more emotional he becomes, and it’s a weird chain reaction, much different from your usual stress-related one. You’re not sure why he cares so much about it, but seeing as you have strong feelings about it as well, you can’t blame him.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry! I can fix this, I can be better, I swear, just please don’t break up with me,” he’s dropped on his knees now in a begging stance, and your eyes are wide in horror, realizing a massive misunderstanding has taken place in your home. 

You mean to do something, but soon, you realize you’ve simply been standing there staring at him with an unreadable expression on your face. His tears are streaming down his own, a common sight to see from him, though it still breaks your heart to see every time he gets emotional, which is often, seeing as he’s so open with his feelings.

He’s gazing up at you with fear and sorrow and so much love in his eyes, it almost overwhelms you, how much he loves you, once you really think about it. But that’s not the point here.

You kneel down to meet his level, to meet his eyes, and your slow to come in contact, you start with his fingers, lifting them one by one until his hands rest in your own, when you slide yours up his arms, coming to a halt on his shoulders, and his damp eyes follow your fingertips as they explore his clothed skin, leaving goosebumps under the sleeves of his work shirt that you can’t see, but somehow are aware of.

Pulling him in, you wrap him in a hug, your arm working under his own to rub up and down soothingly on his back, another going over to rest on the back of his head, cradling him to your shoulder which you can feel becoming wet due to his teary-eyed state, but you allow it as you stroke his hair. 

You mainly want him to calm down first before you begin to explain this all, but when he doesn’t seem to be slowing his breathing, when his tears are at full force into your shoulder, you change your plans. Lightly pushing him by the shoulders to break free from the hug, you rest one hand on the back of his neck, letting the skin on skin contact soothe him, and digging your hand into the hair on the back of his head, you make him look at you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, my love, you’re okay,” you massage his scalp for a moment, feeling awful knowing that your inability to be precise in your words led to this, and you’re really not sure what to say or do to make this better.

“No, how can we be okay? If you’re tryin’ to leave me 'cos I work so much? How can I fix this? Don’t know how,” he cries to you and you continue to hold him tenderly.

You just nod your head, struggling to find words. “Okay, um, a few things I need to say baby. You ready to listen?” He desperately nods his head and you feel like crying too.

“First of all, I love you. I love you so much, baby, too much. It’s ridiculous, truly,” he opens his mouth to say something but you won’t have it. “Ah, not done. Okay, um, second of all, I wasn’t trying to break up with you. But, I totally see where you’re coming from, looking back at it, I could have been clearer. I was talking about the door, you know that stupid squeak it makes when it opens? Yeah, pisses me off, not that I know how to fix it. That’s your job, huh baby?”

When he realizes you’ve finally opened the floor for commentary, he decides to indulge in it. “Yeah, ‘s my job. What you keep me around for.” His sad little smile is a beautiful sight to see, like a prayer of no words to the damned. You giggle, and he mirrors your emotion, a small laugh emitting from his handsome face.

“Feeling better now?” You stand up off the ground, reaching your hands out to pull him up with you, and he accepts. He nods and stares at you in adoration. “Good, now will you fix that door before I lose my marbles again?”

He laughs, throwing his head back in the moment and he realizes he would probably do anything you told him to, as long as it would make you happy. Whatever that feeling is, that emotion that’s just a little past love, he wants to savor it, bottle it, put it on a page of a book he can read over and over again, he wants to taste it every morning and every night for breakfast and dinner, he wants to feel it on his skin, in his brain, deep down inside him for as long as you’d let him.

As he fixes the hinges of the door, you sit on the floor before him, watching his strong hands do what they seemingly were made to, you feel so lucky to have him, so glad to be his, here, on his living room floor, where he looks so tender and domestic that you might just die if you looked at him for a moment longer but you can’t tear your eyes away from him, you never want to let him out of your sight for as long as you live. 

“There we are, honey. All better. Come give it a try,” he must not have noticed your excessive staring, for he seems all fine now, and you trap him in a hard kiss once he turns around to face you, not bothering to try the door, trusting his skills alone. 

You kiss him rough, passionate, so hard that he fears you may just suck the soul out of him through his lips, only hoping it will be safely kept in your loving hold. 

Oh, who was he kidding? He’d gladly give his soul to you if you asked, if it was possible. He’d do anything for you. 

[mrstsung]

Ok look. Mk legends Cagematch was good.

But idc it doesn't feel like a prequel to scorpions revenge. There's too many inconsistencies. And it felt like raiden making johnny cage the "chosen one" and fucking shoving liu kang to the side like that is just wrong.

Because making the only white American dude the star regardless if he's actually a good guy or even an honorable person or not. Is fucked up. Because mortal kombat is majorly centered around various asian cultures (admit from a western perspective and that is a problem for another time and post.)

So yeah there's several SEVERAL PROBLEMS WITH THEM MAKING CAGEMATCH THE "PREQUEL"

The mk legends movies should be absolutely treated as separate aus and universes and self contained.

Also nrs if you're aware of this.

Fucking make shang tsung actually fucking badass as he should be and make your asian characters not just someone to dance n jive for your entertainment while giving pseudo "kung fu wisdom" for your amusement. And not just make shang a bad guy to beat up and shoehorning your lowkey racism and xenophobic crap at. Thank you.

-Sincerely q mortal kombat fan who's sick of your shit.

Anyways. Back to johnny.

Johnny cage is awesome. But only if he's done right and not shoved into the spotlight and actually what his character is about. Which is making fun of and light of Hollywood actors. While showing Johnnys heart of gold. He doesn't need to be main guy. Because that doesn't exist in mortal kombat. Because everyone is dying,surviving and fighting for their fucking lives! There's not hero. They all are heroes in their own way,even the supposed " bad guys" . There is not right or wrong path. Just a path. And thats THE FUCKING POOOOOOIIIINTT!!!!

Mortal kombat is about one group of assholes fighting another group of assholes to protect their own crappy piece of existence filled with other assholes in colorful ways. Pretty much.

Like every damn fighting game. However we play mortal kombat for the characters and the lore and the world it's in. And the bloody goodness. However nrs/boon/etc seems to have lost that and mk severely lacks on its world building and lore consistency (if it ever had any) and it sucks that fans have to do the work they should have already have done.

But yeah some characters like Johnny cage shouldn't be in the spotlight all the time. And should be complex,well thought out,well written,side characters. And if they don't have any place to go fucking further in the story. Then they should just leave it at that. Their story is done,move on to something and someone else in the story and world to work and build upon. Like people these days dunno when to end the fucking chapter with a character. Liu kang is prime example! Love him. But good lord there's nothing else to be done. His story has been told. A thousand times. Let someone else shine. That isn't the white American male character that was ment to be a SUPPORTING ROLE!

I love all of them,all these characters. I do. I just feel like people miss the point of them too? And so many other characters have so little to them and representation that it gets stale.

*sigh*

Anyways. The mk legends movies are good. But only if you treat them as separately and as they are. Entertaining.

That's all the mortal kombat stuff is worth these days. Just entertainment. Which is fine. Nothing wrong with that.

But for fans who want more it's been hella disappointing for years! And when we gets something nice,it gets either scrapped for something mediocre and "marketable" or it just gets flat out ignored for mid tier games.

Mk9(if you ignore the character favoritism),maybe 10 for the gore,and mk11 if you ignore the dumb plotholes. Were good games. But lacking in a lot of areas.

We've yet to have a mortal kombat game that is good from start to finish that is faithful to the original arcades and premise(a divine tournament and system to protect the realms/worlds and a death martial tournament for the gods. And the rules of mortal kombat respected,enforced,shown,and taken to heart. And all characters get a turn in the sun and even the bad guys get some love and nuance to them. And the women are fucking respected but that's apparently asking for too much 🙄) I've yet to see one that respects that. But nope all we are left with is just ha ha bloody funny game.

Anyways. Back on topic. With the mk legends movies with a grain of salt. But i still enjoy them none the less.