#optic roast

[witchofthesouls]

You know, you're one of my favorite transformers folks who bother to mention sparklings in their fic. I feel like you and I are on a similar wavelength here, where we both realize 'hey. these people who have been at war for 100 million years haven't seen a kid in that time. They shall now be smacked upside the helm with that same amount of emotion.' I remember one wild west story where a gold miner was walking down a road and came to a full stop completely rooted to the ground because a family with a baby made their way into town. He struck conversation with the mother and kept looking at the kid with misty eyes. Then he offered all the gold he'd panned thst day to kiss the kid on their forehead! She was confused but agreed, and he did- stole a wiff of that baby smell too, and made good on his offer too. I know cybertronians aren't humans, but with how socially similar we are you simply can't tell me that post-war things like this didn't happen. First person either side to have kids has babysitters, admirers, or both!

First of all, thank you for those awesome words! And that wild west story was wild!

Second, yeah, they definitely be feeling if a sparkling was dropped in the middle of it.

As much as I love the 'Holy crap that's a fresh bitty!' I'm downright tickled over the thought how specific groups/individuals would go 'SPARKLING! THERE'S A SPARKLING! NEED TO DEFEND SPARKLING!'

Oh, the insults and roasts that would happen as the factions fight to keep the random bitty and mecha try to angle for guardianship because that's their best chance (at that point) to be a parent.

Post-war society, the first successful carriage to happen, would have everyone's optics upon them as they instantly become Cybertron's most awaited event. That newspark would be a superstar in the gestation chamber.

[melishade]

Do you think the 104th would laugh at the face megatron would do when he's looking at something, ya know the face where his eyes look goofy

This is the look.

The 104th would be too afraid to laugh at Megatron's crossed optic problem for fear of retaliation. It's very understandable.

Levi and Hanji however, would roast him so hard that Megatron wouldn't be able to recover some of his pride.

[lanaevyssmoved]

OC + Random Associations

tagged by @cetra , @sleepsvessel & @bootheminiaturegiantspacehamster thank you ^_^

Animal

Afhiri sea slugs, isopods (dairy cow and zebra), geckos and other various reptiles, cats, small birds, musteloids (particularly raccoons and red pandas), viverrids, japanese raccoon dogs, opossums Candor lions, various eagles (wedge-tailed, golden, crowned), hawks, swans and geese, bighorn rams, crocodillians, sea turtles, elephants, animals that use sun compass orientation Cirok corvids (raven, crow), dogs (rottweiler, doberman, pinscher, greyhound), venomous black snakes, scorpions, spiders (particularly trapdoor spiders and sicarius), bats, black caiman, sharks

Colors

Afhiri pastels! pink, yellow, orange, green, blue, white, black Candor changes depending on form but in general purple, blue, red, yellow, orange, gold, brown, white, black Cirok black, grey, white - absolutely no Colour (thanks to booboo i now think of like toxic waste green when i think of cirok too)

Month

Afhiri September Candor August Cirok November

Songs

Afhiri tapi tapi - tempura kidz fear. moe shop and fun - sir sly. sir sly's vibe is way off for afhiri but the lyrics were written for her Candor a sun coloured shaker - yndi halda and (spring) this was your place - sunlight ascending Cirok jouska - evenS (probably favourite song of all time btw) and i come with knives - IAMX

Number

Afhiri two/2 Candor three/3 Cirok four/4

Plants

Afhiri celandine, sunflower, pink tulip, daisy Candor bay tree, gladiolus, heliotrope, rose Cirok chives, anemone, begonia, deadly nightshade

Scents

Afhiri fresh morning, grass, dirt, cotton candy, bubblegum Candor cedar, musk, sandalwood, the ocean, burning  Cirok decay, death, rot, overwhelmingly of resin

Gemstone

Afhiri tugtupite Candor meliphanite Cirok magnetite

Time of day

Afhiri sunrise Candor midday Cirok night

Season

Afhiri summer Candor summer Cirok winter

Places

Afhiri taverns, meadows, by rivers and lakes Candor monasteries, temples, places of worship Cirok the dank, cold and forgotten, the forbidden

Food

Afhiri sweet things, nothing good for you Candor warm meals Cirok raw meat

Drinks

Afhiri sugary sweet drinks, energy drinks Candor various teas (green, oolong, herbal, black) Cirok piping hot black coffee

Element

Afhiri air Candor fire Cirok water

Seasonings

Afhiri garlic, ginger, cinnamon Candor paprika, turmeric, bay leaves Cirok dried chives, cloves, saffron

Sky

Afhiri the most beautiful sunny cloudless summer sky Candor a colourful golden orange, red, and purple with light cloud cover Cirok stratus clouds, grey, calm and quiet

Weather

Afhiri warm day with lots of sun and a gentle breeze Candor blazing hot summers day with minimal to no wind Cirok cold winters day with fog and light snow

Magical power

Afhiri manipulative magic that makes someone act against their own will, anything that makes them laugh or dance. also the magical power of Insults Candor holy smites, blinding lights and divine energy Cirok phasing into the realm of the dead to walk partly as a ghost

Weapons

Afhiri shortsword and dagger combo, dual hand crossbows Candor mace and shield, longbow, floating/flying greatsword Cirok dual daggers, throwing knives, poisons and venoms

Candy/Sweets

Afhiri cotton candy, bubblegum, and i designed her with fruit salad in mind! Candor spicy roasted pecans, maple roasted sweet potatoes, sea salt dark chocolate Cirok liquorice, black jack, toxic waste

Method of long distance travel

Afhiri roadtrip in a classic volkswagen camper van Candor flying Cirok underground trains

Artstyle

Afhiri impressionism, abstract expressionism, street art, dadaism, CoBrA and fauvism Candor baroque and classicism Cirok optical art and minimalism

Fear

Afhiri of the self, of emotional pain, of returning home Candor of imperfection, of failure, of not being worthy Cirok of being seen, of death, of vulnerability

Mythological creature

Afhiri azeban, mujina, nymph Candor chalkydri, phoenix, psychopomp Cirok tsuchigumo, black dog, gargoyle

Piece of stationery

Afhiri a childs box of crayons, dairy Candor fountain pen, ruler Cirok ink, letter opener

Three Emojis

Afhiri 🤡🍀🪈 Candor ☄️🎇🪽 Cirok 🕷️♟️🔪

Celestial body

Afhiri the moon Candor the sun Cirok black dwarf

THIS TOOK ME FOREVER GUYS... TWO DAYS. I WORKED ON IT FOR HOURS. i hope........ its worth it <3

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[angelosearch]

It's Christmas day and I am feeling sad and I am going to try writing about it.

Long before I became estranged from my family or stopped exchanging gifts on the holiday, Christmas was always a day that made me sob uncontrollably, at least for a little while.

The Annual Christmas Cry (ACC) is what I call it.

As a kid, it would normally come after Christmas dinner, the lack of sleep finally catching up with me. There would be this strange feeling after the meal, the last event of the holiday, that it was all over. The anticipation had built up and the 24 hours had passed and now things were immediately going to be normal again after weeks of working up to this day. In the gentle multicolor glow of the lights of the tree, the strings along the ceiling, left on for at least 36 hours at that point, I would sit on the couch, watch the bunches of tinsel sparkle, and quietly cry.

As I aged, the ACC would strike me at different times. Some years it was immediately after opening gifts, feeling the weight of grief, remembering the grandparents who had once filled that time. Other years, it was while we were watching movies in the afternoon, more easily moved than usual. Others still, it was on Christmas eve, feeling let down by the lack of "magic;" noticing the distance between the Christmases of my childhood and the holidays of my adult life.

But despite the ACC, for most of my life, Christmas was my favorite time of year.

My boisterous Italian American family went hard for Christmas. My grandmother, the matriarch, had multiple trees, tables and tables of Christmas villages, creepy singing animatronics all over the house, and a stocking for each person who walked through the door (my dad was from a family of eight so between the kids and their spouses and their kids and the extended family... there were at least 30 stockings). I remember the extravagant Christmas eve family gathering with the "feast of the seven fishes" and putting on Christmas pagents with my cousins. It was loud and busy and colorful and stressful, and it was wonderful.

My grandmother was truly Mrs. Claus, the master of Christmas. My grandmother was my best friend growing up. I wanted to be like her. Christmas became very important to me as a result.

There were a lot of complicated family dynamics that I don't think I ever received a objective explanation for, but every year we spent less time with my dad's family around Christmas, and my mom stopped coming to those events all together.

My parents, meanwhile, were big about Christmas in their own way. My mom would deck out the house with fiber optic trees, santa and snowmen, and blast the Christmas CDs from a silver stereo from mid-November through December 26. My dad would go into a cookie-making frenzy for weeks, producing heavy trays of 8-10 homemade cookie varieties to give to family, neighbors and teachers. Looking back, I cannot tell you how he accomplished this as he would regularly work 50 hours a week in a very physically demanding job. Then Christmas eve/day would be a cooking marathon: pizzas at midnight, stuffed mushrooms with homemade sausage, everything from scratch and a magnificent roast that needed it's temperature constantly monitored. Christmas day was the only day every year my dad would always have "off" from work, but he spent the entire day in the kitchen.

And while money and time were in short supply all other times of the year, my parents turned a blind eye to the bills in December and got too many ornaments and decorations and gifts. As a kid, I never felt poor on Christmas. My parent's love languages for their children were "acts of service" and "gift giving" and they spoke it as steam into the winter air. As a kid, I never felt unloved on Christmas.

When my grandmother passed, Christmas drastically changed shape. The Christmas eve parties got quieter and shorter. My dad seemed less interested in our established traditions and (by accident or by design) started to work later on Christmas Eve.

I think my mom tried to compensate with more food, more gifts, more decor, more calls to follow tradition, but it all came painted with guilt and shame; "we can't afford to do Christmas this year" she'd say and then create piles of gifts out of thin air anyhow. She busied herself so much on Christmas that she'd fall asleep in the livingroom during the movie, and sometimes she wouldn't sit down to Christmas dinner with us. My brother and I tried to tell her that what we wanted was her, not the gifts or the food, but I understand now that was a message she wasn't equipped to receive.

Christmases got more socially complicated and demanding as I became a young adult. My oldest brother, when he was talking to us, would bring his kids and flare for drama around. I brought my Jewish then boyfriend-now-husband around and my mom felt the need to put on airs for him in some ways and put him to work in others. My mom drank more and more on normal days, and Christmas was the day that the hard liquor replaced wine. My parents would be at each other's throats, in competition. I would come home from college in another state, and later up from my apartment in another state, and be in and out of the holiday in a rush, sometimes bringing a dog. By then, the traditions felt like an awful checklist.

I remember my last Christmas eve with my parents, seven years ago. I had suggested something new - I felt bad that my mom always had to buy and wrap all the gifts and got so few herself by comparison, so I suggested we all do a big stocking for one other person but otherwise go easy on the gifts.

Everyone complied, in theory. But my brother needed to be coached. I did the shopping for me and my husband. I had to add things to my mother's stocking because my dad had no ideas. And then, I had to wrap every stocking but my own, as my mom insisted on doing my stocking. My mom's stocking to me was mostly things I did not want or need, but now had to use unless to passively accuse my mother of being a bad mom (she always assumed what I wanted in every forum and did not listen when I asked).

I hated that year. The pretense of "magic" was a sham. Christmas had become hollow, a place holder for memories that had past. Negative space in the year outside of the realities of work and school and travel, but with no warmth to speak of.

The following year, in November, my husband and I lost our first dog. The loss was immense; I remember saying, "I don't feel like I lost a pet. I feel like I lost an arm." Christmas felt like an unclearable hurdle. We just wanted to spend it, just us, in the little condo we just bought, sheltered with our grief. I tried to explain to my mother the need for quiet solitude that year, and she told me "your supposed to want to see family" when things like that happen. I felt guilty, but I could not bring myself to make the 4 hour drive to endure the empty holiday with my parents, who I was struggling to handle emotionally. We ended up adopting our current dog two days before Christmas, and spent it with him. The ACC came many times that year.

In February, I visited my parents for a decent chunk of time to celebrate my mom's birthday. It was not enough to make up for my Christmas sin.

I was only supposed to spend one Christmas away from home. The plan was to return to normalcy the following year.

But, my depression over losing my dog, along with the throes of my eating disorder and the challenges of my undiagnosed Bipolar disorder, sent me on a spiral that ended up lasting about 5 years.

The first "bottom" came with my first admittance to a psychward around mother's day off 2019. I had many realizations while I was recovering. My parents did not handle my hospitalization well, and I put up a boundary that I haven't been able to (or wanted to) tear down since. It was a needed, albeit messy, step in my healing process. But with the cut off, I lost most of my family, my childhood home, and Christmas as I knew it.

Christmas of 2020 was the worst time of my life. I attempted to take my life in mid-December and ended up in a horribly run hospital for a week. The hospital discharged me, not realizing I was manic. Less than 36 hours later, I was in full-blown psychosis and being admitted to another, much better psychward. I spent Christmas eve and day on the unit, still suffering from mania. Being diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder was one of my gifts.

While that was the worst time in my life, that was not the worst Christmas of my life, I think. Everyone was either kind or a character or both and I loved my roommate. I gave my lotion away to a woman who was being cruel and it gave her pause. I wrote a sort of novella to another woman as a gift exchange of sorts. The staff was sweet and the kitchen went out of their way to make it special for us all. I remember sitting in a mask across from the nurse's station and hearing the claps they played over the PA when someone who had had COVID was discharged. That was when I had my ACC that year.

Christmases since then have been mixed. It is now a strange time of year with few traditions having stuck in the vacuum of my childhood memories. Certain movies and songs still stand, even though they have the potential to trigger my ACC early. Last year was my first Christmas in my new home, and I sat in the glow of our tree and the warmth of our fireplace, cozy in the relative darkness, crying as I watched "Anabelle's Wish." My dog was curled up in my lap, too.

This year in the rush of gradschool I didn't decorate and we chose to have a non-Christmas in Florida with my in-laws. I've already had a short ACC and I suspect I'll have another. I wasn't expecting the space where holiday spirit would be to feel so empty, but even after all of these years, no tree, no gifts, it feels odd.

It's probably a good thing. There is no way to relive the Christmases of my childhood, and I shouldn't try. If I can remove the pressure masked as specialness around this time of year, it will hurt less, knowing those kinds of Christmases will never come again.

It seems to me the thing that made Christmas special was the time it carved out with my family and the evident attempt at creating love and safety that wasn't available any other time of the year. I guess I am lucky now that love and safety and being with people I enjoy being around is not a once-a-year occurrence. It's now a daily magic. But I think I will always miss the materialistic vestiges of the past, just as I will always miss a family that hurt me.

I know they are thinking about me today. And I will be thinking about them, inevitably. It's the worst kind of day, when the rage is less perfect with the recollections of the soft, the different, the exceptions. I miss my brother giving me ridiculous joke gifts, and my father singing along to Alabama, and my mom's cigarette exhales into the clear night as I sprinkled the lawn with reindeer dust. I will miss the sound of the tree coming on all at once, the cacophony of motors and musical from various ornaments.

Grief. Nostalgia. Longing. Loneliness. Disillusionment. That's what the Annual Christmas Cry is made of.

[star-gxze]

Dawg let's go! Can you do a gn!reader with mtmte Megatron where they went up to him and asked if he can check a poem they've been working one. Megs reads it and was confused when the poem sounded like it was roasting a certain red and yellow mech. He asked why and reader just said, "just wanna see he's reaction" since he's been pranking them non-stop so it might be funny to write a poem that straights up grilling Rodimus

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Your new paint job ain't that rad,

That's why you're not cool"

MY FIRST ASK (sorry I took so long oh my gosh)

pov: 2nd pov (you yours yourself)

Platonic! ☁️

-Megatron was watching you from afar you were writing something on a legal pad

-You looked up and smiled at megaton he waved back “[NAME] what are you writing?” Megaton asked tilting his helm slightly

“oh it’s just a poem I’ve been working” you responded

-Megarton showed a bit of excitement (not a lot LOL)

he liked to write poetry aswell!! “May I see?”

Megatron asked a little bit of enthusiasm, you nodded your head.

you gave him your legal pad, he started to read it his optics scanning over every sentence “[NAME]..what…what is this” Megatron rubbed his temples (?) and sighed, megaton looked at you in disbelief

you smiled a bit “A poem for Rodimus”

“This is more like a roast than a poem [NAME]” Megatron looked at you blankly, he rolled his eyes “okay so why are you writing this?” Megaton asked you

“Because that…butthole keeps prancing me so I’m writing a poem to teach him a lesson…and his new paint job sucks” you looked smug, megaton did a grandpa laugh and handed back you legal pad “g-good luck with that [NAME], tell me how it goes”

you gave megatron a thumbs up as you make your way to rodimus.

you heard sobbing an hour later

“MY PAINT J-JOB IS AMAZING”

you snorted

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SORRY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER!!! Finals were kicking my ass BUT I’m all done and I passed them all:3

[catgrassplantdad]

weekly tag wednesday! tagged by @energievie @sgtmickeyslaughter @sleepyheadgallavich @heymrspatel 💚

name: jessie 💥

do you drink coffee? first thing every morning. light roast, black, no sugar. ☕️

what’s the best thing you ate today? i didn't eat anything i was particularly thrilled about today. i guess the chicken i had for dinner was fine.

tell us about your first pet (or if you haven’t had a pet yet, what’s your dream pet?) i had a beagle named sammy when i was growing up and he was my favorite thing ever. i still tear up when i think about him sometimes gaahhh 🥹

if your life was a book, what would you call the current chapter? just chillin. cause i'm just chillin. life is pretty good right now.

what’s something you did recently that you’re proud of? oooh some writing stuff, some art stuff. ✏️

what was your first dream job growing up? is it anything like the job you have now? i wanted to be a vet because i was obsessed with dogs. now i work in the optical department of an optometrist's office. i still get to see dogs once in a while lol.

what’s the name of the latest playlist you made? the last one i made is called "i don't know what i want" and it's comprised of some of my favorite songs, just something to throw on when i don't know what vibe i want. the last playlist i added to is my workout playlist which is called "punch the fuckin sun."

tagging @howlinchickhowl @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @gallawitchxx @gardenerian

@crossmydna @deedala @rereadanon @mmmichyyy @stocious

@ohkate @sickness-health-all-that-shit @darlingian @too-schoolforcool if you wanna play 🖤

[justenjoythegossip]

CE is getting roasted in the comments which are there for everyone to see. He and his team must know the optics. He looks like a fool and a hypocrite.

[get-rammed]

can we hear more about golf monty 👉👈 im realizing i dont actually know that much about him but i love him

- stupid-and-cute

I had a whole thing typed out, and it deleted it. Weh

Golf Monty had a pretty sassy attitude alongside his flirty one, and would often playfully roast guests. This was part of his public appeal. Get little pins "I got roasted by Montgomery Gator!"

Golf Monty was able to swim, and did often. His shell is incredibly boiant, and the liquid in the main water pool allows for heavier objects to float. It's not the safest stuff for humans to be in. But the shallower areas are just regular water.

Golf Monty always smelled slightly musty.

It was due to Monty's love of swimming that he had to be washed every other day. If he wasn't cleaned, he would start to smell worse. His clothes had to be changed and washed daily. Making him one of the only animatronics to have a number of physical outfits he could wear.

Got flash photography banned from Gator Golf after it was found flashes more or less blinded him for a few minutes. His optics weren't designed for bright lights, which was part of why he wasn't allowed to leave his location.

If someone broke the rule, he got to throw them out. He liked doing this.

Despite the Backstory Fazent gave Golf Monty-Glamrock Monty, he didn't really know Bonnie. Golf Monty had no arm pass to leave his mini golf arena.

He didn't really know any of the other animatronics outside of their endo learning days, and when they were rented out to come golf with people. But they had pre-coded interactions for those days.

When Roxy's Raceway was moved indoors and Roxy herself was upgraded, she would often hide in Gator Golf in the off hours. She missed the sounds of creatures and trees.

It was due to this interaction that Roxy and Monty became friends. Later when Monty was upgraded himself, they got to bond over being unwanted upgrades. Roxy tried to be there for Monty the best she could since she knew his situation was kinda worse.

Monty would play Roxy music in exchange for gossip and knowledge on the rest of the Pizzaplex. They still do this together.

[siberat]

roasting marshmallow

I can imagine a chubby sky/fire easily and eagerly keeping a lover warm Dispite being stuck in a blizzard. That soft marshmallow would simply wrap his pudgy frame around the other mech and hug. Engines would be purring as he happily hummed in enjoyment. The jets arms would rub smoothly up and down the others chilly frame and pulling them close to his pillowed gut until his lover no longer shivered.

‘All warm and cozy?’ Sky/fire’s voice calls out gently as his pecks a kiss on top the other’s helm.

the other mech simply snuggles in deeper, closing their optics and letting the sound of the larger jets engines-and grumbling belly- lull them into recharge.

[datarevived]

shooter-nobunagun asked: “ are you… smelling me? " From: Question Prompts...

Was it that painfully obvious? A sudden flush over pale cheeks, brightening the freckled stars among Awoken skin as cyan eyes blinked once, then twice - further acknowledging the question.

" I. . . -! It's not - "

How would she even begin to explain it? How to politely gesture that she smelt off. Different. A foreign scent compared to that of fuel, ether compounds, freshly roasted ramen or curry from down the street or even the decomposing freight train that was the Scorn.

But something that had smelt completely different. She knew not if this was a positive or negative.

" There's just.. it's a new smell, something I've never crossed mind, a-and, it just so happens to be near you, and I don't want to make it weird -- I'm making it weird -- I -- I mean, I just - " with arms flailing in abundance of explanation, the Hunter exhales a long sigh. Her heart racing like a drum amidst her chest, though her expression seems rather exhausted than it does panicked.

A small light suddenly exposing itself as a small object renders in close, a single matching-cyan optic staring towards the stranger as the geometric sentience whirls. " You're not from around here, are you? " it speaks, both in curious & calming tone.

[mollywog]

hg characters of ur choice go to a fall carnival! what booths do they gravitate toward?

(happy early halloween!!)

Happy Halloween @solar-halos!! Thanks for stopping by!

Welcome to Panem’s annual Fall Fest!

Plutarch is the coordinator - He’s the idea man with the connections - his assistant Fulvia does most of the work (or at least that’s what she’ll tell you)

Katniss and Gale run a roasted nut stand (it smells amazing) with the help of their siblings - no one can resist Posy - she’s their top salesman.

When she’s not helping at the stand, Prim is in the livestock tents. She’s a 4H kid: Lady isn’t exactly showing material, but she still loves seeing all the other animals: especially the bunnies!

Peeta runs a face painting booth. He’s too focused to notice Katniss stealing glances at him while he works. He hopes to go to Katniss’s stand during his break but never makes it! He keeps getting distracted by groups of friends who want to chat.

Madge is begrudgingly part of the Fall Harvest Court - she wanted to decline the ‘honor’, but her father said it was ‘good optics’ for his upcoming election and her ailing mother was so proud that she couldn’t refuse - she hates it. She’s the only girl there hoping to not be crowned Fall Harvest Princess - She’s rooting for Delly who is universally liked, but always runner up for these type of popularity contests. She was so surprised and delighted to even be nominated to court that she burst into tears.

Enobaria runs a bobbing for apple stand. You can do a standard bob for a couple bucks OR for $10 challenge her to see if you can get 10 apples before she does. (She’s undefeated)

Finnick reads cards- it’s far from mystical, they are the most absurd ‘readings’ based on his own conjectures and sense of humor. No one actually cares what he predicts, as long as he’s the one telling them.

Johanna lives at the edge of the carnival grounds and sets up an unregistered ax throwing area in her back yard. Fulvia is outraged when she discovers this, but Plutarch loves it! He even arranges a break in the fencing to allow carnival guests to enter her yard. It’s not technically part of the carnival so he isn’t responsible for the liability, but can take credit for the bonus entertainment (as well as a cut of the entry fee.) It becomes something of a speakeasy. Sae sets up a soup stand and Ripper serves spiked beverages. There’s no one to bust them because it’s where the off duty sheriff’s congregate. Haymitch can also be found at Johanna’s heckling the ameture ax throwers.

[heinzpilsner]

Damn, I kinda hate the Aang bashing thing in zutara fandom

It's like vegebul fandom with Yamcha bashing all over again lol

I mean, geez! It's not the boys' fault that their characters were kinda ruined by their respective creators for the sake of shipping.

I dunno, it usually just doesn't make for multifaceted and nuanced optics, especially then it comes to fics. It's always like "this guy is sooo obviously awful for her, but the other one is just sooo perfect!"

I mean, I'm a zutarian, and it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

It feels... cheap? Yep, that's the word.

Not gonna pretend I'm a big fan of Aang or something, but... The kid is alright? I mean, he's 12 and he makes mistakes, like all people do. Again, it's not his fault that the authors didn't give him opportunity to learn on his mistakes within canon.

This blog doesn't support Aang bashing.

...Only Zuko roasting, bwahahaha!

but I roast him with love, so it doesn't count

[robbno]

Me: "Oh, would you look at that. They manage to find a way to reach 301 terabyte per second over fiber-optic cables that are already placed out around the world. Sounds like waiting for the internet to load might become history soon. At least in some places. Interesting."

Wife: "Where did you learn about that?"

Me: "Oh, from some tech-nerds and the livescience.com website to name a few"

Wife: "*Scoffs* I believe it when I see it. *nonchalantly looks away*"

Me: " ... *glimpsing the bible on her desk* It's your right, hun."

~In my head~

Note: She saw my smirk and told me to shut up with a precious expression. We do these roasts on each other from time to time. A way to work out arguments. Although this time it was just for giggles. In the end, we respect each other's way of thinking.

[hyperfixationsstation]

That gotham vid was not as controversial as some fans trying to make it to be ... some woso fans annoying as hell. Shoild just roast them back considering they hired crystals problematic husband.. but i saw some white arsenal fans on twt writing 5 tweet long essays abt being unprofessional lol mustve really hit a nerve for some bc they know having a full white team is bad optics.. why cant they can knowledge it and still be a fan

i dont think it was controversial everything they said was true and honestly clubs acknowledging and calling out other clubs wrongs imo is good bc it sets a standard that some shit is just not okay i think they should have kept the vid up and just let the pierre criticism come in bc at the end of the day y’all hired him which was not okay and deserves to be called out so y’all should be able to take that flack that was gonna cone with it which i feel like they definitely should have foreseen and i can promise them it will be brought up again and again unless hes fired from that job that he shouldnt even have and i have nothing to say about whitesenal fans i follow some who are like normal and try to stay away from most on twt bc they are always saying some dumb shit so idk didn’t see any of that but they could get defensive all they want it’s definitely bad optics to have that lack of diversity idk and i wish more people would speak on it to me it always just feels so brushed over

[cleverhottubmiracle]

(Photo by Chris McKay/WireImage) The inauguration of President Donald Trump on January 20, 2025, marked not just a political transfer of power but a cultural inflection point. Few could have predicted the lineup of artists chosen to perform, but Snoop Dogg, Nelly, Soulja Boy, and Rick Ross—four figures deeply ingrained in the fabric of hip-hop—are in the number of artists slated to perform to mark this controversial moment in history. Their participation sparked an uproar, not only for the optics of Black artists aligning with Trump, but for what it revealed about the blurred lines between cultural influence and political power. ATLANTA, GEORGIA – APRIL 17: Snoop Dogg and Rick Ross attend Triller Fight Club: Jake Paul v Ben Askren at Mercedes-Benz Stadium on April 17, 2021 in Atlanta, Georgia. (Photo by Jeff Kravitz/Getty Images for Triller) Snoop Dogg’s appearance at the pre-inauguration Crypto Ball felt particularly jarring. Known for his scathing criticisms of Trump—most famously vowing in 2017 to “roast the fuck out of” any Black artist who performed at his events—Snoop now headlined an event hosted by David Sacks, a Silicon Valley mogul dubbed the “White House A.I. and Crypto Czar.” Once a steadfast critic of Trump’s policies, Snoop’s presence on this stage left fans questioning whether financial incentives or a strategic rebranding motivated his change of heart. Nelly, who is scheduled to performed at the Liberty Ball, attempted to deflect criticism by framing his decision as respect for the office of the presidency rather than the man occupying it. In a Youtube interview with Geto Boys’ Willie D, Nelly said, “I respect the office. This isn’t politics. Politics for me is over; [Trump] won, he’s the Commander-in-Chief.” The ‘Hot In Herre’ rapper went on to say, “I was born in a military base in Austin. My father served, my grandfather served, my uncle served, my auntie served. I’ve been entertaining the troops all over this world,” he added. “If these people can give their live for the office, Nelly can perform for it.” Nelly’s defense, invoking his military background and his long-standing tradition of entertaining service members, attempted to divorce his art from the politics of the day. Yet, the question remains: is it truly possible to perform at such a politically charged event without being seen as tacitly endorsing the administration? Can an artist justify participating in an inauguration while maintaining the façade of political neutrality? Soulja Boy and Rick Ross, who performed alongside Snoop at the Crypto Ball, are once again aligning themselves with the technology and crypto industries, which have increasingly prioritized profit over the political struggles of the communities these artists represent. For Soulja Boy, whose career has been defined by cultural disruption, the event felt like an extension of his brand—a space to navigate the tech world that continues to shape modern culture. However, for critics, their appearance embodied the troubling trend of celebrity figures aligning themselves with Silicon Valley’s new class of power brokers, often at the expense of the very communities their music once spoke for. Several well-known athletes, including football’s Antonio Brown, boxing’s Mike Tyson, and hockey’s Evander Kane, were also reported to be attending, according to a source familiar with the event’s attendance list, as reported by NBC News. Their presence highlighted the growing intersection of sports, celebrity culture, and political influence, prompting questions about the underlying catalyst behind these high-profile affiliations. Joining these athletes in showing support for Trump were rappers Rod Wave, Kodak Black, and Fivio Foreign, all of whom had explicitly backed Trump both through their music and event appearances. Florida rapper Kodak Black, endorsed Trump publicly, and even personally thanked him for granting him a pardon during his time in prison. Fivio Foreign, also lent his support to Trump, creating a rap record with Black, dubbed “ONBOA47RD,” in support of the president. Critics from all corners weighed in. On CNN, Keith Boykin was outspoken in his condemnation of the artists decisions. “It’s a huge dishonor to Black people. I mean, if you look at Donald Trump, the man who refused to rent to black people in the 1970s, who tried to lead a lynch mob against five black and brown kids in the 1980s for the Central Park case, who refused to allow Black casino workers to have a prominent place in his casinos in Atlantic City in the 1990s, who spent five and a half years lying about Barack Obama’s birth certificate in the 2000s, who came into office and then attacked Black people like Colin Kaepernick, who attacked Ruby Freeman and her daughter Shay Moss for simply doing their jobs in Fulton County election workers,” Boykin continued. “You dishonor those people when you go and perform for this man, this man who has done nothing but dishonor black people. And just even last year, just last year, he was calling Haitian immigrants, accusing them of eating cats and dogs. This is not somebody that Black people should be associated with and pretending to normalize. We should be challenging him. And it dishonors the legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., whose birthday we honor on Monday to celebrate this man.” Boykin’s remarks highlight a stark tension: the question of whether participating in such an event constitutes an endorsement of Trump’s policies—policies that have historically vilified and marginalized Black people. This criticism is particularly pointed considering the long-standing relationship between hip-hop culture and resistance. Hip-hop, at its core, has always been about resistance, authenticity, and fighting for social justice���values that seem at odds with the rhetoric and actions of the Trump administration. It’s notable to see the number of Black celebrities now aligning with Trump, especially in light of the intense backlash singer Chrisette Michele faced after performing at his inaugural ball in 2017. Her decision to take the stage at the event sparked widespread criticism, resulting in her being dropped by her record label, Capitol Records, and enduring significant personal and professional fallout. Today, the air seems different around public support of Trump. It’s impossible not to think of Martin Luther King Jr.’s famous words today, on the day we celebrate his efforts for equality: “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” Yet, these performances feel like more than just silence—they symbolized acquiescence. Angela Davis once asserted that “politics and political affiliation are bound up with and flow from participation in my people’s struggle for liberation.” To stand on that stage, in celebration of an administration with a contentious legacy, feels like a stark departure from that struggle. “politics and political affiliation are bound up with and flow from participation in my people’s struggle for liberation.”– Angela Davis Back in 2017, Trump’s inauguration struggled to secure top-tier performers, with many artists declining as an act of defiance. Eight years later, the landscape has shifted. Whether the motivation was financial, professional, or a misguided attempt to build bridges, the participation of Snoop Dogg, Nelly, Soulja Boy, and Rick Ross signals a pivotal moment in culture. Performing at a presidential inauguration is undeniably a legacy moment, but legacies are defined not just by the stages graced but by the values upheld. For these artists, this decision has ignited complex questions about the intersection of artistry, accountability, and the power of celebrity. In a deeply polarized era, their presence speaks volumes about the role of Black artists in shaping—and navigating—power. In the time following the inauguration and the discourse evolves, one thing is certain: the performances at Trump’s inauguration will leave a lasting imprint on their careers, reshaping both their legacies and the cultural conversation for years to come. Source link

[justenjoythegossip]

CE is getting roasted in the comments which are there for everyone to see. He and his team must know the optics. He looks like a fool and a hypocrite.