#mean girls nonsense

[shessoft]

okay so i have a jeep wrangler right and its a thing among each other to wave when we pass by it's literally called the Jeep Wave and in the beginning i was like 'this is culty' and people make having a jeep their entire personality which is still true but honestly when i don't get a wave back i'm like 'well excuse tf outta me then'

Also duck duck jeep guys it’s a whole little culture it’s wild

anyway Regina George (2024) drives a jeep wrangler...(I linked pictures so you can get the whole vibe)

And when she first gets it she doesn’t realize she’s being waved at until Karen points it out one day. She thinks it’s weird and lame. Like “why do I have to acknowledge these losers?” She starts waving back when she’s alone in her car but she'd never admit it.

Eventually she starts initiating the wave out of habit and when the girls give her amused glances she says “whatever it’s just a reflex.”

Karen tries to buy her one of those fake hands to put on her dash but she shuts that down immediately because “gross Karen that’s fucking stupid.”

Suddenly she’s getting road rage when she thinks someone intentionally doesn’t wave back despite Gretchen’s very valid point. “Regina, its dark and rainy, they probably can’t see you over your high beams.” She just complains that she can't see them either but she still waved.

Another time the girls tell her all about the history of the ‘jeep wave’ and that there is a hierarchy according to their intense google search. Regina ignores them as she flips off the driver of a blue jeep instead, mumbling “bitch” under her breath.

Karen buys her a wave decal for her mirror. She lets her put it on.

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Much to Regina’s chagrin Karen learns what ducking is. “I saw Aaron and his friends covering their goalies jeep in them! So I looked it up and it this whole game-“

“Ugh Karen, no.”

“But it’s so cute, Gina look!” She’s cradling a yellow rubber duck in her hands, dressed in pink and wearing heart sunglasses, in an attempt to coax Regina into letting her duck her jeep.

“It’s very cute, babe, but you’re not putting that on my car. Also, I think you’re supposed to do it secretly…” she trails off when she sees Karen’s mouth drop open the slightest bit.

“Wait, you know about the ducks?” Her surprised expression makes Regina chuckle.

“Yes, Kare I know about the ducks. Why don’t you keep it? It’s too cutesy for me.”

“Oh, okay.”

A week goes by and she starts finding different ducks in various places on her jeep, while Karen insists it’s not her. She just smiles and throws them in her bag trying not to draw attention to it. She still thinks it’s lame but it makes Karen happy. After a year or so Karen stops ducking her jeep all together, because she just forgets about their little game but Regina is fine with it. She still has a tower of ducks in her room wearing ridiculous outfits.

But one morning at the start of senior year she finds a little surprise perched on her driver side mirror. It's a little duck, this time it’s all pink and wearing bunny ears. She feels her eyes sting with the threat of tears when she catches herself smiling. This one she puts on her dashboard for all to see.

She regrets it in the end because now the ducks have come back tenfold. She really has no where to put them but Karen, and now even Janis, are having way too much fun with it. So she keeps her mouth shut. Until one day when she starts to find mini ducks, not just in her jeep but in her house, her locker, honestly anywhere they could think of she finds a mini duck. There are hundreds and she knows this was Janis’ doing. It had to be. She keeps quiet though, slowly collecting them until she has an absurd amount. She’s sure she’ll find more but she easily has almost two hundred collected so she gives them to Janis. She had one of the girls on the robotics team rig a gift box so they would fly everywhere when said box was opened. Janis falling off her seat at lunch made it all worth it. Hearing the girl curse her under her breath while trying to save face as Karen cracked up was the icing on the cake.

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Regina also has mirror decals (also gifted by Karen). On her visor mirror it says hello gorgeous. (Or any of these. Honestly there are so many options.) Her rearview mirror says buckle up bitches. And the passenger mirror says passenger princess. For Karen.

Gretchen obviously gets the whole backseat to herself and she controls the aux cord.

Janis gets her this for the back window.

Y'all there are things called easter eggs please Janis would put one on the windshield and see how long it takes Regina to notice.

@erikahenningsen tagging a stranger person because reasons

[sixth-light]

so one of the things I was vaguely aware of before reproducing was that people hold a lot of anxiety around the gender of babies and 'wrongly' gendering babies (i.e. failing to guess correctly based on their clothes and appearance what their genital configuration is) and having now had a baby: wow, yes, they really do.

I take an extremely laissez-faire approach to baby clothes because like, they are constantly being thrown up on and grown out of and so on, what matters is that they are clean and easy to put on and I am not spending $$$$$ on them. as long as the colour/design is not directly offensive, it's fine. what this means is that people are quite frequently 'misgendering' the baby and then falling over themselves to apologise about it.

and, like, I haven't even had a chance to dress him in anything pink yet; this is based on rules I didn't expect like 'anything with flowers or sparkly bits on it is for girls only'. equally, I do not care when this happens because it's an irrelevancy, but THEY care to make sure I am not offended. so I have started telling them "look, he's only [x] months old; his gender is baby."

and you know what? you'd be surprised how many otherwise average heterosexual people process this and go "huh, yeah, I guess it is." there is a tiny amount of hope for the future after all.

[sweeterthansucrose]

Gay people can't flirt properly. It's always something like:

'Punch me in the face.'

'Punch you?'

'Yes, punch me, in the face, didn't you hear me?'

[note-boom]

The best thing about BSD Lucy Montgomery is that she is trying so hard to live her fairy tale dream, like asking Atsushi to save her from the Guild and all that nonsense.

Instead, she just gets beaten by him once when they're enemies, gets out of the Guild on her own, and has to save that sorry boy's life over and over again.

Like, sorry, Lucy girl...you're not the damsel in distress in this fairy tale. You're the prince charming who had a bit of a villain arc and now is doing good out of sheer spite and stubborness. Better luck next arc?

[sad-girl-shit11]

My poor brother is trying to explain to me Naruto lore, I kinda got some of it, but it was kinda just confusing me even more

I told him to enjoy his detailed and creative show while I went back up to my room to finish watching the cat in the hat

[judyjoy]

Can we talk about how Dexter is the only brunette in his family and how that is a great representation of how invisible he is to his parents? My knowledge about blonde hair and genetics might be limited, but I do know that natural blonde hair is hard to maintain and that with time, it can become brown. So probably Dexter had blonde hair, but due to the lack of care coming from his parents and servants alike, it became brown.

Or you know, you can also say that he dyes his hair to be *☆•°different°•☆* but I like my theory more 😌

[qprstobin]

if nicole stranger things has one million fans, i am one of them. if nicole stranger things has ten fans, i am one of them. if nicole stranger things has only one fan, i am that fan. if nicole stranger things has no fans, that means i'm dead. if the world is against nicole stranger things, i am against the world.

[possamble]

(why does the read more cut keep breaking)

thank you marcille for letting my indulge in one of my favourite scenes to write (white girl total breakdown: bitch edition)

[plusultraetc]

the other night I tried to put the joint training arc on in the background to sleep but I had to turn it off because I laughed so hard at 'try not to embarrass yourselves if at all possible' that I woke myself up

[k-chips]

Not the Genshin fandom and the Star Rail fandom fighting over who have the worst female character design when both games SUCK at that lol

Hoyoverse doesn't know how to draw female characters, I thought we already understood that

[shessoft]

how did i get here

Considering her past behavior this seems like a wild conversation to have with Regina George, of all people. Except for the fact that the summer between Junior and Senior year was a formative time for the girls of North Shore. Specifically Regina and Cady because, and they will take this to their graves, they hooked up on fourth of July weekend. The rest of their friends were away on family trips and Aaron and Cady were broken up at the time.

[thedeafprophet]

i think part of the reason that the Princess' powers and manipulation are so interesting to me is just that.... fear of having to go along with social niceties, of someone whos acting nice but you know is really not but you still cant help but like her, when you know someone is a Problem but no one else would ever believe you...

....that is just such a realistic fear under a fanasty lens

[dykesynthezoid]

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[aashiqui-aashiqui]

im here to talk about my situationship (maybe? idk lmao) again. do guys drop lore about their own previous experiences to a girl that they have known for like a week. idk maybe its because he lives on residence and im a commuter but we have been texting a lot these past few days

[wishing-stones]

Hello! I'm submitting for the "Send a character(s) and a letter" request. May I request Dream Sans and the letter "J: When words aren't enough"?

J. When words aren’t enough.

Despite how shaky he felt, Dream's grip on his bow and the pressure of his fingers around his nocked arrow remained true.

He was tired.

Beyond tired.

He was exhausted.

His body ached, his soul hurt, and his head spun and split trying to process all of his emotions and handle his reflexes at the same time.

He took the moment of stillness to at least try to reorient himself and gain a bit of traction mentally to process the situation.

Once again, he stood opposite his brother, the ink-black skeleton hunched slightly with tentacles coiled over him and curved around his sides, ready to strike back. His hands were in the pockets of his hooded jacket, but that single cyan eyelight tracked even the tiniest movement Dream made.

Dream attempted to catch his breath, but his chest ached too much to hold anything substantial. His breathing came quick and labored, and the ache of combat was beginning to settle in and stiffen his joints.

He had a choice to make, here and now.

He wasn't sure he was strong enough to do it, but he had no choice.

Slowly, he lowered his bow and let the string relax into its neutral position, the arrow dissipating from being nocked. His bow similarly dissipated into shards of light that glittered away into nothingness.

Dream closed his eyes and bowed his head.

Words could not right this situation. He'd tried and tried and tried to get his brother to listen to him, to just for one blasted second stop and talk about things. Dream wanted to understand. He wanted to learn and heal and help his brother heal, but Nightmare cut him off at every corner. Refused to listen. Sneered down at him, berated him like a child-

Dream had ceased to be a child the day he was turned to stone, the same as Nightmare had ceased to be a child the instant his teeth sunk into the black flesh of the apple.

Dream did not look up, but he heard the subtle shift of his brother's tentacles relaxing their stance.

"What are you doing." He demanded.

Dream only shook his head. The will to fight left him, and it was all he could do now to keep himself upright.

He was so tired.

"I can't," He croaked, "I can't keep doing this."

His voice was small and rough. Nightmare acknowledged it with a derisive snort.

"And I suppose you expect me to grant you mercy?" He didn't have to look up to see the sneer-- it was evident in Nightmare's voice, sickly saccharine and mocking.

Dream shook his head. Nightmare made a strangled noise of confusion.

"So that's it, then? You're giving up?" Nightmare barked, "After all of that, you simply lay down and give up?!"

Dream wasn't laying down yet, but the temptation was there, if for no other reason than to rest his body.

"There's no point," He responded after a moment, "Nothing ever changes. We meet, we argue, we fight, we leave. No one wins. No one listens. I can't keep subjecting myself to these acts of futility. I can't keep doing the same thing over and over and expect different results. Talking achieves nothing. Fighting achieves nothing. I don't know what else I'm supposed to do."

Giving in to the urge to stop standing, Dream dropped into a sitting position, laying his arms over his knees and resting his head on them.

"You cause all of this," Nightmare seethed, "And have the audacity to lay down your arms and surrender for no other reason than you're tired."

"You must be tired, too."

Where Dream expected to feel some self-satisfaction, some malicious glee in being victorious, he found nothing but complicated emotions from his brother. Nothing truly positive, but sparks of it poked through the tempest every now and again.

"I am tired," His brother's tone was clipped, "Of having to remind you time and time again that you are the reason all of this is the way it is in the first place. I am tired of having to remind you of that fact. I am tired of having to repeat myself. It is over, Dream. It can never be the same again. You chase phantoms of the past. You grasp at shadows of things that once were, and when you finally realize you cannot cling to memories and expect them to become reality again, you give up. I would be disgusted if it weren't so pitiful."

Dream said nothing.

"And even refuse to defend yourself. You have not realized the error of your ways or you would be grovelling and begging for my forgiveness."

He shook his head, but still said nothing.

"You do not have the right to sit there and refuse to accept your fault by shutting down," Nightmare snapped, "It will not absolve you of your guilt! It will not erase the past!"

Dream shook his head again.

He was too tired to even cry. All he could do was try to listen to Nightmare and focus on breathing. Moving again-- if he indeed did ever move again-- would be difficult with his limbs so heavy and joints locking up.

Nightmare made a noise between a grunt and a hiss, and Dream heard the heavy woosh of his tentacles lashing through the air.

"DEFEND YOURSELF!!"

Dream cringed at the volume of his brother's demand, but did not move aside from that. If Nightmare attacked him while he was defenseless, then that was the way this conflict ended.

Stars, how he wanted it to end.

"Dream!"

This snarl wasn't as loud, but... it sounded desperate? Maybe Dream's lack of reaction or action was getting to him. It wasn't his goal, but... well, maybe it would get him to stop. Dream wasn't about to hold his breath for it.

"You cannot give up. I will not allow it."

Dream rolled his head on his arms to peer out from behind them slightly.

Nightmare looked... panicked? His eyelight had constricted in stress, and he bore a tight snarl of white that cut through the sickly teal-green oilslick black.

"I refuse to let you Fall Down. This is not an option."

It wasn't anger or stress that Dream was seeing.

It was worry.

Nightmare was worried he'd pushed his brother so far into despair that he'd Fall Down. Dream wasn't entirely sure he wasn't about to, the way his limbs didn't respond, his emotions didn't respond. He felt empty, hollow, with no will to get up or move.

Nightmare picked his brother up with his tentacles-- oddly gingerly, Dream noted, he wasn't being tousled and manhandled like he usually was-- and set him on his feet. He didn't let go, either, but made sure that Dream's feet were flat on the ground and supporting him.

"Listen to me," Nightmare hissed, forcing his brother's head up with a tentacle. Dream met his gaze hollowly.

"Whether or not you realize your fault in this mess is your prerogative. Your refusal to accept it and instead opting to lay down and die is not an acceptable resolution." Although Nightmare's voice was cold fury, Dream could see the almost panicked concern in his eyelight.

Had his lack of response really startled Nightmare into caring? Dream furrowed his brow faintly-- it was all he could bring himself to do.

Nightmare slowly, very slowly-- unwound his tentacles from his brother, making sure that he was stable and standing on his own before all four of the appendages retreated into his back. He drew his face up into a snarl, making a deep, rumbling growl.

"Get your shit together." He seethed.

And in a swirl of shadow, he was gone.

Dream stood, staring unblinking at the spot where his brother once stood.

Was that...

...Progress?

Nightmare still cared enough about him to want him to live, regardless of his reasoning. He still cared enough that the thought of Dream Falling Down terrified him.

With what little strength he could muster, Dream summoned a portal for home, immediately into his bedroom, and collapsed onto his bed, exhausted.

While he did not Fall Down, he did sleep for a very long time.

[king-mera]

Me resisting the urge to type out a long angry rant complaining abt how other people don't portray Phoebe correctly