#stupid bitchass cat

[penelopesbaby]

This is my cat lucy everyone say hi

(She only has one front leg)

[thecountesstribe]

HOTD Ep 2x7 Spoilers and review.

So this was one of my favorite episodes this season and also one of the coolest imo.

Seasmoke being protective of Addam and looking proud he terrorized Addam into being his rider was too funny. I love that dragon 😂. Come through Addam the Loyal, all Rhaenyra had to say was she's queen and he immediately acknowledged her and bent the knee, I loved that. He's really about to become my other favorite boy.

Corlys being shook and acting like he doesn't know Addam, like sir if you don't tell the truth already. He's never gonna beat the deadbeat allegations. Although when he told him “Well done” I did whoop a little. I would've kicked his ass had I been Addam though.

Oscar Tully! That's it. That's the fuckin post. He gagged Daemon and stood on business. I love to see young kids bullying arrogant adults, he reminded me of the OG lil boss Lyanna Mormont. That's my lil nephew now.

Daemon didn't take the crown. We saw him hallucinating again, this time with the sick version of Viserys and Viserys holding the crown which he didn't take. I mean anybody with a brain could summarize that he never wanted the crown, we didn't need to spend so much time in his delusions in Harrenhal to tell us that. We certainly didn't need a scene of him feasting on his mom to tell us that, yuck. For all his faults he really was about his family. He went about it the wrong way but that's Daemon for you. His stupid self destructive ass.

We had an unnecessary scene of Alicent running about the woods after leaving King's Landing. Chile anyways. Larys is totally protecting Aegon now and he's essentially crippled atp. I fear for Baela's storyline.

Rhaena is looking for Sheepstealer. Her and Jeyne are still tussling but they waited until the final 2 episodes to give her something, Baela had no lines besides looking pretty and staring at Jace. I fuckin hate it here. Could we bully HBO AND THE WRITERS SOME MORE. WTF!!

Vermithor and SilverWing looked so cool. What did that old bum feed Vermithor though? He's big asf. SilverWing just might be the coolest looking dragon. I can't rank them anymore cause I like them all 😭. Literally my favorite thing about the episode. Like the directors cooked. The dragons are funny asf 😂😭😭😭. There were a lot of parentage reveals, I don't believe for a second Saera sired that ugly man but anyways. RhaeRhae led those people to their deaths. Rhaenyra deadass gave this big ass pep talk, she reminded me of Erwin before he led the scouts out on what would be their suicide mission except she didn't stay to see the outcome or participate in it. Vermithor saw an opportunity for a buffet and took it, Hugh claimed him. Fuckin cinema. Still gonna hate his bitchass but I can't lie that was badass. SilverWing was bullying Ulf. Why do people I hate always win sometimes?! Ulf literally failed upwards. Can't be mad at it. I mean if I was a dragon I would've done the same shit. How dare mediocre specimens come before me who is essentially the next best thing after the Gods!

We got Rhaenyra speaking High Valyrian. She had her dragon squad quit on her though and gave her a warning (foreshadowing). Her also being able to calm Vermithor, that's the Dragon Queen of her era y'all. We saw a little movement with her and her protective spoiled cat Syrax too 😍.

Not people hating on Jace now. Listen that argument has been brewing since season 1. He just finally let it out of his brooding body. I don't think many people understand the implications that argument meant. He sounded classist and maybe he was, highly doubt he is but he's being realistic and in the future he was proven right (unless they scrap the book canon). Rhaenyra paralleled Viserys in that entire scene. She really is her father's child in some ways. She did to Jace what Viserys essentially did to her. The one thing that could've upheld his ascension to the throne was him having a dragon and she essentially gave a free pass to anybody to do the same, the same thing was done to Rhaenyra when Viserys decided to marry Alicent and sire more children when he knew damn well that if he had a son, her claim to the throne would've been compromised. Jace knows he's a “bastard”, a legitimate one but a “bastard” ntl (I'm not calling him a bastard in a derogatory sense either, he isn't. Laenor claimed them as his sons and that's the end of it to me) , it shouldn't matter considering the throne is not passing from his father's side but his mother's. Sure his last name would've changed the minute he was named heir and ascended as stated by Viserys but what weight does that hold now? They briefly touched on it when he spoke to Baela about his fathers but he had always been insecure about his parentage. No he didn't call his mother a whore, he's been fighting that battle all his life, she just made it worse. In the dire situation they're in, the sacrifice had to be made but I could understand why he's angry and hurt over it again. She literally just made him illegitimate in the eyes of the realm. His anger is valid. Was his tone harsh yes, try dealing with the whispers and the jeers and everything else for the past 16 years of your entire life and seeing the same proof of what everybody else sees everyday and tell me that you wouldn't hold some kind of resentment towards it. I liked how Rhaenyra was patient with him though, just wished it wasn't as rushed as the scene felt.

The last shot of the episode was fuckin brilliant. Aemond turning his bitchass around knowing he can't handle that kinda pressure. Also Vhagar and Aemond's bond may not be as strong as it should be. She clearly does not listen to him sometimes. He's still responsible for Lucerys death IDC what y'all got to say. The episode got a 4/5 stars from me just for the dragons. I'm here for Jace, Baela, Addam and the Dragons!

Until next week guys for the finale. We're going to see Tessarion and Sheepstealer next week. I'm so excited.

[aflo]

Not me being fandom hatecrimed and passive aggressively dog piled on THE fandumb website tumblr dot com by a dumb bitch with a cowboy url and an even dumber bitchass OP with Gigi Studio Ghibli Icon and even stupider tacky shitass tungle.hel pride badge that this self proclaimed "cunt" OP of a shitty tumblruniversitycore shit post willingly put on her blog to match and you two wanna act like you're the ones who better than me for daring to vague about Hazbin Hotel on tumblr dot com on a post that was already about some dumb fandumb discourse about a tungle.hell demon show and feeling safe enough to just tag what I was talking about because I thought that I could trust an even more basic bitch than anyone, not to try to be a fucked up little snobby bitch acting like they hold some kind of higher fandumb ground than anyone else on a post where that bitch OP with a fuckass anime icon is whining about apparently dragging her musty, crusty, ugly, greasy, McMemeShitPoster skinny Leah Michelle Gleeky (since you fave poor taste enough to actually like Supernatural That Much) Funny Tumblr Girly ass to a musty crusty Supernatural Convention that was probs just dashcon (because you know you be suckin' tumblrs whole blue veiny dick when you willingly put a tumblr badge on your blog cause you're that basic), to get willingly hatecrimed by your favorite Live Action Tumblr Blorbo TM, Mr. Jensen Fucking Under House Arrest Stubbed His Toe on Rusty Nail and Died Trying to Remove His Ankle Bracelets or Whatever...

Gurl I could never have taste that mediocre I'm sorry you ether don't eat, or don't eat anything but McDonald's cause you thought that meme was so funny.

And to think I wasn't gonna put this shit on my blog or try to add anything I just knew I was gonna get some nasty, hypocritical, passive aggressive tag typing, shitty memed up response to my addition because originally my only knee jerk response in my head when I saw this was "... Not the #Supernatural Discourse, though...Be kind to yourself.... Don't even lower yourself Sweetie ... Don't look, don't even look at them ... You know Hazbin already has a much sweeter, saner, queerer, kinder, safer fandom environment than the Death by Rusty Nail CW Show.... Just don't!"

But I did... And now I guess I can say for certain that Supernatural Fans TM are just as Mean Spirited and Crusty as their Infamous Shows ending! But It was probably like your entire personality for a while there so what more could I expect? :D

Like I'm sorry your own fandumb etiquette needs an oil can and you're obvi limegreen jelly because vivziepop fans have the power of Mara Wilson, Jinkxx Monsoon, Kesha Rose, John Waters, and probz soon Lady Gaga on our side and all you have is your anime cat icon from an overrated studio and that tacky ass tumblr badge while you forgot what it was like to have your fandom be everyone else's punching bag for a hot minute and you're feeling insecure and treating me like you must've been treated, just for adding to your post about an obnoxious experience with an actor in a tumblr fandom, sharing my own obnoxious experience with an actor in a tumblr fandom. which ultimately was a harmless thing for me to share on a post on the fandumb website that means nothing ...

But it turns out having a much happier fandom experience than yours is what I get when my shows have an actually queer show runner and a bunch of queer icons doing actual queer representation, and admittedly annoying and well meaning alleys that show actual passion about their projects like I'm sorry that your taste is so poor you actually wanted to fuck Dean Wince Emotionless or were queer baited by him or whatever but I'm different, and apparently, the only Actual Cunt on this post right now is me, being brave enough to have The Nerve.

So OP, the next time you feel so holier than thou to make fun of a person on tumblr dot com talking about their experience with a show about demons, while you're also talking about your experience with a show about demons, please consider closing out the Cringe Fandumb Website we're both using right now, touch your feet to the grass, and while you're on that grass, please touch your feet to the same exact rusty nail your Precious Ankle Fuckboy did and die. :D

And if you're too lazy to do that much, at least get your little cowgirl over yonder in the tags who mumbled at me for demon fandom discoursing on your post about demon fandom discourse, to have her little Striker Helluva Boss Moment and try and track me down and assassinate me for you by feeding me cookies with rusty nails in them. Since you'd apparently like me to disappear so badly. ;)

Because I think that's the only way to get me Shut The Fuck Up Hazbin Hotel Fan TM. Us Hazbin Hotel Fans aren't gonna be shutting fuck the up anytime soon. Not sorry. ;)

Also not sorry to break it to you OP, honey.... But you know being a Supernatural fan making fun of a Hazbin Hotel fan is like you're Toby McGuire Spider-Man and I'm Tom Hardy Venom over here, right?

Same Thing. Same Concept. Almost cut from the same cloth. Only my cloth is a little bit more high quality, a little more flashy, a little more fashionable, certainly more explicitly queer fashion, and again, just a little more comfortable to be in because it's made by people who actually have a heart, soul and passion to put into their work. Too bad the people cutting your cloth didn't have a heart and neither do you or your friends now . ;) ♥ X.O

😨

[wendytestabrat]

heidi was based for being able to see the good in cartman

ik heidi sucks but one thing i gotta give her credit for was her being able to see the good in cartman when no one else could. i hate how in this scene all the girls try to treat her like she’s crazy for pointing out cartman has good qualities which he clearly DOES have which was why she fell for him in the first place. they’re just tryna gaslight her and be like “but he’s racist and a sociopath!1!!1” to dismiss her feelings and what she legitimately saw in him, which deadass is how the entire fanbase acts when cartman fans try to explain why we like him and they’ll just use the same ass arguments over and over saying how we shouldn’t like him bc he’s a racist sociopath LOL, but that’s a whole different story. also wendy’s bitchass is tryna pretend like she didn’t fall for cartman and kiss him too that one time like OK WENDY SURE. i’m not getting into that right now lol, but that bitch knows damn well what heidi is talking abt here.

CARTMAN’S GOOD QUALITIES:

•he has rizz

•he’s confident af

•he’s funny and has a good sense of humor (which is sure to impress the ladies)

•he’s tough and resilient (maybe not physically tough but DEF mentally tough)

•he’s emotionally intelligent af

•he’s a good leader

•he has good social skills

•he’s loyal, caring, & protective (at least when someone RLLY matters to him which he was with heidi in the beginning of their relationship)

•he has a soft sensitive side and likes cats and shit

like it’s commendable af that heidi not only saw the good in cartman, but OWNED the fact that she liked him and gave him a chance and wasn’t embarrassed to date him or anything. wheras bitchass kyle is always pretending he doesn’t like him and when wendy liked him she freaked tf out and kissed him so she could get rid of those feelings and move on. bebe is prob the real snake of the group bc she also was mean af to wendy when she liked cartman dhdjwksks so wendy prob feels like she has to be a bitch too to go along with bebe’s bs.

like i’m sorry but the proper reaction when u find out ur friend likes a guy is NOT this. it’s to support them and be like “aww you should ask him out” or whatever like even if u don’t like that guy and wouldn’t date him yourself. SMH. (and also this was s4 back when cartman had hardly done anything wrong yet. he was just fat, stupid, and lazy so bebe was rlly just being a bully here for acting like he wasn’t dateable). that episode comes to mind from drake & josh when josh thought drake would hate him for dating mindy bc drake finds her annoying but then he turned out to be supportive af bc he was just happy that josh finally found a girlfriend lol. drake was a real bro for that bc that’s the right way to handle shit when someone close to u is dating a person even if u don’t like them.

[dino--draws]

HIGHLIGHTS FROM THE NEARLY TWO HOUR ADMONITION + EXTRAS POWER POINT

I recorded it and me and my friends do wanna edit it and be silly w/ it so you may actually get to hear the presentation [and if you want the presentation itself just shoot me a dm on discord or smth] at some point but!

"Enter this freak! [image of McDoctorate]" "he looks like weird al.............."

"whats this guys name?" "FUNNY YOU ASK THAT [goes to slide that says 'whats this guys name?']"

"Damn! Sucks for Abbie, man I was invested." "I KNOW I WAS SO SAD SHE DIED." "This is a loss for women." "This was NOT a win for feminism."

"This is the REISNO Cannon!" "...thats a guy." "IGNORE THE GUY IGNORE THE GUY!"

"Failing to fulfil the causal loop causes a paradox. So let's cause a paradox! This is Dougall Deering, a bitchass motherfucker that nobody likes!"

"This is the significance of September 8th!" "...the queen......" "Queen Elizabeth died!! This isn't relevant!"

[Someone I do not know came in and sat down to listen for a bit]

"So you guys know Weirdmaggedon right?"

"And then the therapist dies and it all gets worse."

"So it'll come back, right? Right??? [long pause] There is no cannon." "Ha."

"So you may be wondering 'where the fuck did he go?' and now we finally get into Admonition."

"Because we can't use Narrative travel to jump genres we're writing the Fix-it Fic in the Hurt No Comfort AU. I don't know why I worded it like that in the slide." "That's my fault." "Nonono you're right there."

"They use it to terminate anomalies!!" "Not the ANTIKILL facility.........."

"It was all going dandy and functional until they did something stupid and hubris."

[Me calling the PH-GOS "the silly device"]

"Oh no! Who could've seen this coming!" cries the dumb fucks who should've realized this was an exercise in facility forty years ago."

[A second, new person appears to listen in]

"Say it with me now: YOU CAN'T KILL A LIZARD [several people do say it with me now]"

"Anti-idea???" "Yes, anti-idea."

"We're gonna PEMDAS the starfish!"

"Nice try guys, it didn't work but it wrote them a poem." "Awhhh,,"

"AND THEN THE UNIVERSE FUCKING ENDED!" "Oh it's over already?" "WOAAHHH"

"You may be wondering how the FUCK this is the first article in this series. Well you haven't seen NOTHIN' yet."

"I understand why this is making you insane." "Yeah no I get it."

"Is he [PHMD] a creative

"Director Johnathan King is fucking dead!" "Who??" "Don't worry about it he's not important." "He sounds like he is!" "The only thing you need to know is that he's dead."

"IS THAT JERMA?" "where?" "WHY IS JERMA THERE!" "THATS JERMA???" [me having to explain Jerma]

"Our budget took a hit! So we're gonna devote all resources to build this thing! For the budget!"

"Why are we doing this?" "Because we need to make a man un-die but no other necromancy is working."

"

"WHY IS HE A CAT??" "Don't worry about it." "These two don't have faceclaims to my knowledge so have Dir. Vehmoff looking at manga and catboy Dir. Asheworth (catboyism not relevant here, 120 directorism relevant here)." "He seems sad." "He is sad."

"SO ASHEWORTH ✨ EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATES ✨ HIM INTO VOTING IN X/MACHINA’S FAVOR USING HIS DEAD FRIEND AS LEVERAGE!" "whys theres a 50% opacity dog...." "don't worry about it!"

"If this man says it's safe, I don't know what else to tell you. DRAMATIC IRONY IS A LITERARY DEVICE IN WHICH--"

[Me going off script to briefly and VERY excitedly ramble about pataphysics]

[My one friend comparing generic vs protagonist vs archetypical to a/b/o and me threatening to end her life several times before moving on in the excited ramble and we all think its cool as fuck btw]

"I'm gonna read this [the 6747 imagion particles stuff] because I think it's cool and its my presentation."

"So? When's the other shoe gonna drop?" "Probably right now." "Yes!"

"So sometimes we taze it! Personnel are to be reminded that its totally dead and we totally aren’t lying to your face. The therapist we hired to taze the brain wants to be amnestizied of tazing the brain. We told her no. sorry Ngo." "Hah." "Ngo,,,,,,,,,"

"also his name is sparky...." "well thank god for that."

"It's becoming bad fanfiction." "They're all having sex." "No they're not, there's no sex in this." "We are reading very different bad fanfiction." "Yes we are!"

[My roommate googling 2747 bazongas]

"I wanna punt him [PHMD] like a football." "Good he deserves it."

"GET IN LOSER! We're killing gods!"

"What Dr. Blake is about to do has not been approved by the Vatican." [My friends loose their shit]

"That's right babey! It's the motherfucking starfish again!" "WHAT??" "Oh shit!!"

"PHMD’s plan is to create an Unbound Prometheus to help them find the God within the human mind. And not in the Frankenstein sense i mean he wants to unbind Prometheus and promote him as the God of Humanity. And everyone is just ok with this!?!?!?! [I am gesturing frantically and my voice is cracking like hell] Like they restructure the education system and everything to incorporate this and the Foundation starts to pray to Prometheus and all that???? its wild and so casually mentioned too, but here we go we’re doin this!!"

"oh my god he's the modern Prometheus." "HE'S THE MODERN PROMETHEUS!!!!"

"ignore the fact they've given people early onset dementia."

"the exhilaration of severing a finger from a squirming human hand (ie. transcendence). [Pause] WELL AIN'T THAT JUST PEACHY :D"

''that was the SHORT ONE?" "Short and sweet! Not simple and short." "Heeheheh, yeah."

"It's killing all AI!" "yaaaaaaaaaaaaayy!"

"SO NOW DISREGARD THAT LAST SLIDE! BECAUSE I LIED TO YOU!!" "why would you do that,,,?" "what????" "THERE'S NO VIRUS. IT'S ANOTHER GOD DAMN FOUNDATION MADE EIGENMACHINE. THE VIRUS IS A COVER UP." "why are you talking like a republican conspiracy theorist."

"That's really fucked up, thank you!" "ISN'T IT???"

"Please take note to behold the comedic amount of power that LOTUS needs."

"I love 28 nuclear reactors."

"So things go to shit pretty fast! Cause guess what? PHMD touched the damn machine."

"So yeah these guys have no right to be surprised when it starts interring all AI, even the most simplest of spellcheckers." "Not Grammarly!!!" "yup, LOTUS got it."

"isn't LOTUS itself an AI..?" [I turn my head slowly and grin at them in dead silence] "oh great thanks." "we'll get to that :) we'll get to that :)))"

"Have you tried turning it on and off again?"

"Problem solved, right? [next slide] SO EVERYTHING GETS IMMEDIATELY WORSE!!!!"

"Lunar Area-23 is gone." "THEY TOOK THE MOON??" "you know who else takes the moon? Gru." "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT."

[my friends horrified look as I describe Hishakaku's hostile takeover]

"He demoted him and erased his mind, because the Foundation can just do that, by the way." "Oh! :D Ok! :D"

"WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I SAID IT GETS EVEN WORSE? Because I lied to you again!!! OCI does not stand for Obtuse Computation Interface. It stands for Organic Consciousness Interface. THAT'S RIGHT! HISHKAKAU WAS PUTTING BRAINS IN JARS!"

"Not Head of Disinformation that's craaazy," "Yeah they just have that." "I wanna be CEO of lying."

"Wow fuck this guy."

[My one friend making a rainbow dash jar joke like right before the slide that has the rainbow dash jar joke]

"LOTUS is flipping its shit."

"THINGS ARE FINALLY DONE GETTING WORSE! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!" "Woah!" "No :D!"

[group cackling at Hishakaku's takedown]

"Why'd they do that???" "because they're fucking fascists!!"

"Oh and by the way the remains of LOTUS have been salvaged for Project ADMONITION." "Ggrrrreeat!!"

"Admonition Episode 5, SCP-7243, Existential Abatement." "I like that its gay :}" "It IS gay!"

"What if the timeloop happened in June."

"He also shows Ngo -- the therapist who was tazing the brain earlier you remember her? -- the item he wanted to give Phillip. A magic box, that makes it seem like the object you’ve put in it vanishes. But there’s no magic at all, just a drawer, just a trick." "Oh boy" "Nnnnnno way." "Wow isn’t that a specific detail I sure hope that isn’t a framing device."

"Dougall asks Amelia what the hell he should do. She tells him three words--" "kill yourself." "No more wast-- no."

"Esoteric waste???" "sent it into space." "we can't do that :("

"You killed my husband." "Yeah that's an actual line in the article." "SDKFJSHDKHFD"

"Oh right yeah there's an SCP object in this article."

[my friends thinking DePLExA is really cool]

[Me pausing for two seconds each time 'waste' pops up]

"They are dumping empty containers into an empty pit. Because if they don’t it’ll cause a paradox. [Pause] You ready to cause another parado-- hold your conceptual horses actually because there's more to explain."

"Esoteric gift horses and their non-existent mouths."

"AND THEN IT ALL GOES TO SHIT! [to the tune of 'and then along came zeus']

"Wait September 8th again??" "It's fucking happening again."

"A magnitude 8.5 earthquake hits." "Ttttttthats not good."

[My friends mounting horror as I just read through the EE-7243 event entirely]

"So it was like putting a lid on a burning pan. But the burning pan is an acromatic abatement facility about to esoterically explode and the lid is a bomb that creates a forcefield"

"Oh hey! We found Amelia!" "Oh!!!" "She's not ok, but she's alive!" "That's a lot!!!" "yeah!!!"

[periodic sounds of me excitedly stimming while talking]

"We're living out of spite!" "that's soooooooooo real," "she's so me!" "I love how she hates her brother-in-law more than she loves her husband." "YEAH KDFJGHDFJKG"

"But they don't have one [O5-9]..." "oops." "Whoops!!"

"GUESS WHAT DOUGALL TURNS AROUND AND DOES? AFTER BEING TOLD NOT TO TAKE SHORTCUTS NOR MIRACLE CURES??? GUESS WHAT HE DOES?" "takes a shortcu--" "HE TAKES A MOTHERFUCKING SHORTCUT!"

[group confusion over Amelia and Dougall marrying eachother]

[Group freakout over Dougall being the entity that killed Phillip]

"What is waste? I guess you finally figured it out, Dougall." "OH MY GOD KDJFGHDKFJGD" "THAT'S HILARIOUS." "THIS IS AN ACTUAL LINE IN THE ARTICLE."

"wwwwait a second, a timeline being cut off from the coalition and the RCT? This is familiar..." "that fucking rubik's cube." "the cube!!"

"He fucked around just to get this timeline kicked out?" "He's throwing for content!!" "He should get twitter cancelled."

"Operation LAST STRAW success--" "Hehehehe"

"Because one of the people who writes this taunts me on tumblr and I go insane on the regular."

"She's from the paradox timeline as well," "how'd she get outtie :(((" "We don't know yet!"

this was 101 slides

"why did y'all let this guy cook??" "this freak cannot handle his trauma in a healthy way."

"He might be trying to become the LOGICIAN and kill his author. But also the LOGICIAN is the author so he may be trying to kill the LOGICIAN." "This is just like Betty from adventure time."

"This powerpoint has DLC content!"

and now my friends wanna read the actual Admo articles I am kicking my feet and giggling fr fr fr fr fr fr fr ehehehehehehehe. my brainworms.................... god im so happy rn you have no idea this is all so cool to me and im so happy my friends thought it was neat,,,,,

[yikes-ajax]

Yikes! No blog intro? No longer!

What's UP my DUDES, it's time to sit the FUCK up (seriously, straighten your back you animal) and LISTEN UP. I am the MOST disinteresting person you will EVER meet and yet here we are. My name is AJ or sometimes Roary (if you know you know, hey besties) and have the stupidest cat ever and that's IT. But to fill the void in my metaphorical and dead heart, and really just to appease my need to feel special, here's the basics.

I am:

- An adult (aka throwing more temper tantrums than I did as a kid)

- Bisexual

- Genderfluid, literally any pronouns are fine (just nothing dehumanizing, if you care)

- American (insert sigh here)

- Disabled (mobility and neurological)

Blog Navigation

Main: 🌟 You're here!

Sims blog: @yikes-a-simmer

Vent blog: @yikes-ajax-thats-sad

Trauma blog: @puppydog-eyes-kittycat-claws

Dogboy blog: @weewoof

Under the cut is just some extra info if you really feel like boring yourselves ↓

The

Nitty Gritty

For those who care about the details for some reason??

- I alternate between canes, crutches, and a wheelchair (my dad once called my car a medical store) so when I make stupid jokes about being crippled or shit it's because I'm disabled and don't know how to cope

- You don't need my health records (I am a simp for my neurologist and don't need your opinions from five minutes of searching google), but what I occasionally talk about and am comfortable sharing is that I have functional neurological disorder (fnd), non-epileptic seizures (thanks fnd), poor mobility (thanks again fnd), and so... So many mental issues, as you can probably guess, such as PTSD, the spicy kind of depression that needs 3 different meds to stabilize, a sensory processing disorder I was diagnosed with so long ago I don't remember the name of (is that mental or physical??), and other bullshit

- I've got severe social anxiety but I'm trying my best to get out of my shell, so don't hesitate to interact, just forgive my rambling and nervousness

- Surprise, surprise, I have dissociative identity disorder (did), and yes, I'm traumagenic if you really must use such stupid terms. I don't give a fuck about dumb syscourse, I think endos are offensive af but what do I know, I can't even parallel park and know how to stay in my own lane. I've been in the DID community, you can probably guess who I was if you do enough digging but I have no interest in revisiting that side of the Internet, it is the most toxic community I have ever seen

- I sometimes go dark, but I'm fine, I'm likely just busy or obsessed with a video game and my queue has ran out

Current interests (stuff I post in-between cat pics when I feel inclined): Critical role / dnd, star wars, crochet

Video games: Ark: survival evolved, star wars criminals, Minecraft teehee, Red dead redemption (1 and 2, yeehaw), skyrim

The

Cast

Rosie (the reject) and PJ (the pacifist turned genocidal but still total baby)

Rue (the mean ass) and Allie (the bottom of the food chain that is in perpetual fear, but hey, she has an extra toe so that's cool)

Meadow (weapon of mass destruction)

And me, AJ (the bitchass blog runner you'll hopefully never see the face of)

Do not interact:

My neighbors cat 😤😡🖕😾

Encouraged to interact:

Aliens, goblins, werewolves (hey mamas 😎), marine biologists, people who ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind, little guys, little clown guys (THIS IS A SAFE SPACE FOR CLOWNS, I REPEAT, SILLY LITTLE GUYS ARE WELCOME!!), those discontent with their mortal flesh and wish to break to endless spiral of human destruction, little meow meows, anarchists, Dr. Gregory House (please fix me sir), that one hot chick from that one show I watched that one time, DILFS PLEASE, and stupid little fdufcking.. stupid little bitches

All in all,

I'm just here to have a good time and bring some laughter to anyone who wants it. My favorite thing to do is laugh and crack jokes, and if I can make someone else laugh with me, then my purpose here on earth is done. Though, I have a very dry and sarcastic humor that I know can sometimes be hard to read, so please just understand that I'm usually just playing around! I promise I'm not as mean as I seem!

You don't need to worry about anything upsetting here, I try not to post or reblog anything that could dampen someone's day, because not only are y'all here to escape, I am too. This blog will always be safe, I have no interest in discourse, don't care about a DNI, and rarely bother checking who follows me unless you're talking to me. Anonymous asks are on for fellow socially anxious lurkers that wanna talk, but be warned— don't diss my cat 👹

Thanks y'all, love you guys. Stay safe and sleep well ❤️

[blurglesmurfklaine]

I have a stupid story for you.

So my partner keeps chickens and I have a cat so when we moved in together had to work out the whole 'unlikely roommate situation' with the natural fear being that the cat would harass the chickens (she's primarily a house cat but does go out in the yard sometimes)

Anyway we needn't have worried. One of the chickens worked out that if she hides in the shrubs around the door and waits for cat to venture out, she can leap out in dramatic squawking fashion and scare the absolute shit out of the cat.

Cat now has a very healthy fear and respect for all the chickens and will in fact try to get me to come outside with her if she wants to go to keep her safe from the 'scary chickens'.

SULLY

I have been thinking about these mafia chickens nonstop for like ten days but haven’t been able to answer bc ✨life✨ and it’s seasons and whatnot but I have read this like three times omg it’s so silly and funny and cute and I have so many questions??? (Mostly Stupid Pointless ones like What kind of cat? What kind of chickens? Do they know I would commit war crimes for them?)

(Omg side note I just remembered this bc if this ask: we had a chicken when I was a child but she wouldn’t lay eggs so my grandma bought a rooster so she would start laying. Good news: it worked! Bad news: he was the MEANEST motherfucker on the planet. He attacked me unprovoked when I was like 7 (I KNOW it was premeditated bc he waited until I was out there alone) and I have a scar on my knee from where he fucked me up with his Bitchass beak. Flash forward to a few weeks ago, my friends and I surprise my best friend to a therapy farm where we have a great time cuddling with goats and cows and pigs and as we’re leaving there’s a chicken coop! The people say we can go in, they’re friendly, and I jokingly tell my friends “we should go in so I can face my fears bc a rooster attacked me when I was a kid” and I’m actually being so chill and brave about it and feeding some chickens when a fucking peacock comes up and starts stalking me??? Anyway he fucking shanked me with his talons and I started bleeding and I was like ??? I don’t have a fear of birds but should I???)

ANYWAY. that got away from me lmao. THANK YOU FOR SHARING!! I love your cat and chickens and I hope they are kind and sweet and not mean roosters

[eulchu]

because these bitches are fake friends and only use other creators to further their own career. like there will always be a weird sense of using someone else’s clout in this industry and they all do it in a sense. but there’s a difference between dteam doing way more together offline because they’re actual friends vs karl who constantly tried to milk snf for content and would complain about them not wanting to go on stream with him and him hopping onto george’s stream and immediately plugging his stupid roblox channel for himself

that stream was my personal purgatory his bitchass interrupted one on one quality time with our cat

[timmie-p]

It was an accident, really.

I’m ringing up the last item on this lady’s haul, a can of some brand-name soup. Soup isn’t my thing, but whatever, I don’t judge. Really. To each their own, I guess.

It’s about three minutes past the end of my shift and she seems to be taking her sweet time digging each individual piece of change out of her purse. Fine. Not like I’m in a hurry to get home or anything. Bitch.

Sorry, not bitch. My therapist tells me I need to work on my assumptive attitude toward other people’s motives in non-hostile situations. Basically, be less judgemental. I’m working on it. Really, I am.

Anyway, she finally counts out the money and hands it to me. She’s just short of the total amount and I can tell she’s hoping I don’t notice, but I just sigh and send her on her way. My shift was over approximately… four minutes ago. I technically don’t even work here anymore. Not my problem. Fuck ‘em companies.

She ambles out the doors and I start locking up the place as fast as I can. My cat is waiting for me and that idiot will eat up my bedsheets if I don’t get home to feed him in time. I hate that stupid little shit.

Now, the store is in an okay area. Graffiti, trash, piss on the sidewalks, the usual stuff. Not posh by any means, but I’m not worrying about getting my sorry twig ass stabbed even when it’s getting dark out now. That’s why seeing the dude there was so goddamn weird.

I’m going through the motions, trying each of the keys to find which one is the right one — they all look the same. Maybe someone (cough cough, my bitchass forgetful manager) should start labelling them. It’s fine, I don’t care. Really.

I start hearing this rattling coughing and shuffling behind me as I’m wrapping it all up. Probably some homeless dude with a cold. The guys in the area have learned that I’ll usually “donate” a box or two of medicine if I can sneak it, but I’ve already locked up today and I’m in a hurry to get home. My shit-for-brains cat is going to start ravaging my bed soon and I just washed my sheets, thank you.

I turn around to let him know I’ve got nothing for him and I’m met with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life. Really, I swear. He’s got that facial structure models have and his hair is messy in that “actor in a movie who supposedly just woke up” kind of way. A face my baby sister would squeal at and make fancams for or whatever weird shit she does. The kind of guy that pointedly does not belong in front of this shitty store looking at my very much average face.

He’s all dressed up in an expensive-looking suit with a watch that looks like it’s worth more than several years of my salary. There’s a unique pin on the breast of his suit jacket, probably the logo of some company I can’t be bothered to recognise. And also he’s splattered in blood. And also he’s definitely Rich with a capital R. In a “dude what are you doing here shouldn’t you be gambling with inferior people’s money in crypto stocks or something” kind of way. I fucking hate Rich people.

He’s hunched over, blood dripping from his side, and panting like one of those pugs trying to suck in air through its malformed snout after taking the shortest easiest walk known to man. Probably deserved it, honestly. Wait, no, I’m being judgmental again, I don’t even know this dude. For all I know he’s a perfectly normal, perfectly nice dude who is also suffering from a severe and perhaps life-threatening injury.

I’m looking at him, he’s looking at me. At this point, I’m mentally going over my last therapy session and trying to recall what my therapist said about approaching difficult and unfamiliar situations with an open mind.

“So… you alright?” I open, and immediately I can feel that I have made a Social Blunder. Great. A plus for effort. Wrap it up boys we’ve hit nothing and it’s time to jump off a bridge. Sorry, I didn’t actually mean jump off a bridge, just a force of habit. Gotta keep a positive outlook and all that.

He’s staring at me like I’m stupid (I am) and there’s a beat of silence. My palms start sweating and I really just want to walk away and forget about this interaction entirely, but this guy does seem to be. Dying. Of sorts. So it really isn’t in my moral conscience to just leave him there.

He wheezes something unintelligible and I swallow. Ok, let’s try this again.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. How would you like me to help you?”

Ok. The customer service voice wasn’t exactly what I was going for. But good attempt. I pat myself on my back for recovering the social situation.

“Hospital,” he groans, and wow he sounds gorgeous too, like he could narrate audiobooks or documentaries. And yes, of course, hospital. For the injury. Yes.

“My car is parked just down the block, I could give you a lift if you’d like?”

He again looks at me like I’m stupid, and I take that as a yes.

I ease my arm around him to prop him up and help him walk, and he is heavy. Dude is absolutely ripped and it’s all fucking muscle mass. Whatever. I am not going to drop him and make him walk himself with all those fucking muscles. But I am very tempted by the idea.

I somehow manage to drag him all the way to the car and set him down to catch my breath. I plop him against the side of the car and there’s this almost hilarious contrast between his first class looks and my shitty, secondhand ride. I keep my laughter to myself, though.

I pull out my key and shove it into the little lock on the handle of the passenger side. There’s this little manoeuvre you have to do where you push the door in and pull the handle slightly upwards while you unlock it or else it won’t open properly. It’s annoying but I usually don’t have any passengers so I haven’t bothered getting it fixed.

I adjust him into a princess carry and put in all my strength to lift him up and push him into the passenger’s seat. Lift with your legs, not your back. Well, lift with your entire fucking body because holy shit he is massive and I do not exercise on a regular basis. I think I jostled his wound in the process by the way he gasped but at least he’s in the car now.

I buckle him in and shut the door, making my way to the driver’s seat. I’m just starting up the car when I think to myself that I do not have time for this shit. It’s been twenty minutes since the end of my shift, there is a dying guy in the passenger seat of my car, my sheets are going to be ribbons by the time I get home, and wow I am low on petrol.

This guy better fucking pay for my petrol.

I roll into the street and start down the route to the hospital. The guy is still doing that rattling wheezing which is probably very much not good. Didn’t help that I probably maybe definitely made it worse while getting him into the car. His blood is pooling onto the seat and that stain is never coming out. He needs medical attention ASAP.

The hospital isn’t close, but I do know a few shortcuts around the city.

We’re approaching the first turn when I see a couple of black cars coming up from behind me in the rearview mirror. Huh, that’s strange. There’s usually not many people out this late around here.

I signal with my blinker and start turning when I hear this loud bang and the entire car shakes. What the fuck. This piece of shit cannot be breaking down right now.

Thankfully, it keeps chugging along and I glance up at the mirror again.

There are. Several cracks. In my rear window. Those wasn’t there before, I think. I would have noticed them. Okay, fine, whatever. Gotta get that shit fixed later. I guess.

I’m halfway down the street when I see the black cars turn on as well. They are going really fast. Must be in a hurry or something. However I am also in a hurry because the dude next to me is still dying. Fuck.

That’s when the second bang comes, the car shakes again, I look up and there are several more cracks in the window.

Okay what the fuck is happening?

The black cars are fast approaching behind me. Their windows are all tinted so I can’t see who’s in them, but the closest one has its window on the passenger side rolled down and there’s an arm stuck out on the side of it, fiddling with some kind of device.

Oh my god is that a gun. Am I being shot at with a gun. What the fuck. What the fuck.

I make the next turn, and the man next to me groans again.

“Wrong way to hospital,” he grunts, shifting to sit up properly.

“Shortcut,” I reply tersely, because what the fuck is going on right now.

The black cars are still following me. My hands are trembling and the car swerves a bit. There’s another bang and the shot narrowly grazes the external mirror. Mmm. Holy fucking shit.

The guy is unbuckling his seatbelt, and I do not care. If he wants to fucking fly through the windshield and become a meat crayon on the road when we inevitably crash because someone is shooting at us then he’s free to do so.

My hands are shaking and I can barely keep the car straight. Another few shots miss, I think. I don’t know, my mind isn’t processing any of this.

The man reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a fucking gun. Okay. Great. This is great. What the fuck did I get myself into.

He’s shakily loading bullets in when another shot hits. There’s a sound of shattering glass and the car jolts. When I look up, there is a gaping hole in the back window of my car and the black cars behind me are driving very, very fast.

I step on the accelerator.

As my car slowly accelerates because of course it struggles to reach anything above the speed limit, the man pushes himself up and takes aim behind us.

The sound that comes from the gun right next to my ear is so loud that the world suddenly goes silent.

There’s a brief moment where I think I’ve died. The bullet must have hit me and I’ve died. The world is quiet and I’ve never noticed how loud my tinnitus is until now, when the silence is deafening. The moment seems to drag on forever, silence my fate for eternity.

Then a ringing starts, quiet at first like a fly in my ear and growing until its all I can hear and it echoes back and forth between the space in my skull.

The man is shouting something at me and I cannot hear him.

I spare myself a glance up, the cars are closing in. I press the accelerator all the way down.

We rip down the road, the fastest my car has ever gone in its decade of life. I think I hear the engine throbbing, rapid and intense and beating out of my chest like it’s trying to escape.

There’s another turn up ahead, one of those that look hidden from the angle road unless you know the route well. It’s bumpier but will cut the time to the hospital in half.

The man takes another shot. My ears ring again.

My hands are clenched so tight around the wheel that they’ve drained pale and bloodless. My sweat coats the wheel and I’m scared that my hold will simply slip off. I grip tighter.

There are more cars coming from the front.

These ones are also black, windows tinted, but each is emblazoned with a logo on the front that looks vaguely familiar.

Windows roll down, hands out the windows, also holding guns, great fine wow haha.

I jerk the wheel and the car barrels through the turn.

The road here is much more narrow and unkempt. My car is practically bouncing over the potholes and I’m praying that a tire doesn’t blow. Not here, not now.

Thankfully, whatever existence above seems to hear me and is even blessing its favourite little mortal because the turn was sudden enough that it threw off both sides of our pursuers, at least for long enough to let us gain some distance.

My ears are still ringing and I’m going to have a hell of a story to tell my cat when I get home. If I get home.

“Keep driving,” the guy rasps. “They’ll catch up soon.”

I continue forward dutifully.

We’re speeding through when the whine of a police siren starts up from off to the side. Just what I needed. I fucking hate my life.

I ignore the officer. Fuck the cops, whatever.

And just my luck, the black cars are on our trail again.

I’m so dead. I’m so fucking dead.

The hospital is so close. Three more turns and we’ll be there.

I can make it.

One of the black cars has started gaining on us again, the first that shot at us previously. It’s the same arm as before.

The arm raises to take another shot and the black car is rammed from behind. The arm drops the gun.

It’s one of the emblazoned cars coming up from behind. The passenger in the car shoots at the first black car and it’s a bullseye, home run, hole in one, the car crashes and the logo rolls on forward.

My heart soars; they’re helping us. We’re going to make it.

Then a well-aimed shot takes out my right external mirror.

Ah. Right. So that’s a no-go.

The emblazoned cars continue to shoot both at the unmarked black cars and at my car, while the unmarked cars defend themselves and shoot at us. The police sirens are getting louder.

I make the turn, clipping the curb. Not good for my tires. No time to think about that.

Two more turns.

My breathing is fleeting and it feels like I can’t get enough air.

The man unloads several shots in succession. I think my eardrum has been blown out.

He curses and ducks back into his seat.

“Out of bullets.”

My eyes flit to him. He’s bleeding harder now. The blood is definitely never coming out of that seat.

“Mn.”

What else can I say? Not like I can fucking reload his gun with my mind. We’re so fucked.

My car is making an awful clanking noise and it feels like I’m holding it together through sheer willpower.

There’s police cars coming up in front of us. They’re starting to set up some sort of blockade and I cannot deal with this right now.

They haven’t closed up the road entirely yet. I eye the space on the very side.

Another shot hits and I cut across the road.

There’s a high-pitched, ear piercing, nails-on-chalkboard screeching as the car scrapes against the blockade. I shut my eyes and clench my teeth.

I come out the other side with two less doors and several years shaven off my lifespan.

A breath escapes me and there are police officers shouting from behind.

Black cars ram into the blockade and destroy it.

Not out of the fire yet.

They’ve slowed down, taking damage from the barrier, but are still right on our tail. Bullets fly out around us. I can’t tell how many have hit.

We’re going so fast that I almost miss the opening.

I twist the wheel as fast as I can. Taking the corner, the car pitches and both I and the man are thrown to the side. He, not wearing a fucking seatbelt, slams into the side.

“Sorry,” I mutter, even though it’s his fucking fault.

One more turn.

I suck in a breath. We just need to make it over this last stretch.

A bullet flies through the open back and skims right past my cheek through the windshield.

Glass shards fall onto my dashboard. I yank a hand away from the wheel but a piece still finds itself embedded in my arm.

The car veers and I curse under my breath.

Both hands back on the wheel. Worry later. Drive now.

Zipping down the street and everything burns red hot. My chest is beating so hard I can’t even breathe. Vision is darkening around the edges and everything is blurry. Ears still ringing.

Turn up ahead.

Cars behind. Getting closer.

There are no more unmarked black cars. Looks like the emblazoned ones took them all out.

I’m next.

Right there. I can make it.

The man is still heaving beside me, albeit fainter now.

I wrench the wheel and the car lurches.

We drift, wheels making an ungodly noise against the road. They were not made for this.

I’m desperately spinning the wheel, trying to regain control as my car slips. At least we’re still going in the right direction. Shit.

By some miracle, I tug the wheel just enough, blowing past the sidewalk right into the hospital lot.

Holy shit we made it.

I look at the man slumped in the passenger’s seat. Still bleeding but still breathing.

The fact that he’s held on for all that is honestly a feat of wonder. Perhaps he’s even set the world record for most blood lost without dying. He’s definitely won the record for most blood soaked into my fucking seat on account of being the only contestant.

Cars rumble in beside us. And in front. And behind.

Hm.

Perhaps I should have realised that they would not stop their pursuit simply because I reached my destination.

This is not good.

People in suits start getting out of the cars.

I draw in a shaky breath and prepare to meet my end. My therapist put in so much effort for me and here I am, about to die anyway. Not even on my own terms. And who’s going to feed that little idiot waiting for me at home? I hope my neighbours will take him in once they realise I’m not coming back.

Fuck.

They approach the passenger’s side first, jiggling the handle. It doesn’t open, of course.

“Sorry, dude,” I murmur to the poor guy bleeding out beside me. All this and I couldn’t even get him to a damn hospital.

There’s someone reaching in from the doorless opening on my side. I stare at the towering man who grabs my shoulder, his eyes staring unflinchingly back at me. Fuck, I want to see it when it happens.

Every embarrassing and regretful moment of my life starts flashing before me (woah, just like in the movies) and I’m internally apologising to Mimi for tugging on her braids when I was 6 when the man next to me raises his hand.

“They’re with me,” he chokes out.

The grip on my shoulder loosens.

The passenger’s window shatters and someone unlocks the door from the inside. They get a hold on the man and lift him out easily. Maybe I need to start working out.

“Get out,” the tall man orders gruffly. I hastily unbuckle the seat belt, fumbling with the band until I just give up and let it dangle loosely.

As I step out of the car, I notice how dark it’s gotten. It hadn’t really registered while I was driving, but the sun has set completely and I’m usually home by this time, enjoying myself some soggy microwaved dinner after serving my stupid cat.

They’re carrying the injured man towards the hospital now, and I catch another glimpse at the pin on his blazer. It’s the same as the logo emblazoned on the cars surrounding me.

If they work for him why were they fucking shooting at us?? Employees planning a coup?

The tall man notices my questioning gaze and clears his throat.

“We apologise. We believed you were a hostile entity and had not received any orders to halt our assault. We were to take our leader back by any means possible.”

Okay. Thanks big guy, that explains so much. Really. For sure.

Five points of interest.

One: What the fuck.

Two: Did I get myself involved in some goddamn mob shit.

Three: I need to piss.

Four: I need to go home and feed my cat. And then go to sleep and never wake up. Everything aches.

Five: What the fuck.

I hear police sirens in the distance. Mm, great. Okay.

I look at my car. Or what’s left of my car. It’s missing two doors, all the windows are shattered, and there are numerous bullet holes in it.

A marvel that none of them hit me. No, one almost hit me earlier. My cheek is burning and there’s blood dripping down my face.

And now that I’m starting to think about it, pain is rushing back into my system full force. My arm radiates a stabbing sensation where glass is still lodged and I’m scraped and bruised all over my body.

The tall man has gone to talk with the others. I can see the police starting to pull in to the lot.

A woman splits off from their group and walks over to me. She looks kinda like a professor I had in college, that sharp-eyed, stick-up-their-ass kind of look. I really don’t have the energy to talk, so I just nod at her and she nods back.

“I’ll escort you to get medical attention first. We will take care of any police attention.”

I don’t know and I don’t care to find out what that entails.

I follow her wordlessly and the rest is a blur. Someone patches me up and I somehow make it back home without my car. Maybe that guy’s employees (underlings?) sent me back, I don’t know.

I flick on the lights and the idiot is already yowling at my feet. The remains of my bedsheets cover everything. I fill his bowl up with the entire can of the deluxe tuna I save for special occasions and drag myself onto my bare mattress.

The stupid little guy rushes in, tuna still on his whiskers, and curls up onto me as I pass out from exhaustion.

The next day, I wake up to a sleek, new car and an invitation to become a personal driver. I have a penchant for staying calm and quiet in difficult situations, I’m told. Starting salary in the six-figures.

Well, I can’t say I agree with the evaluation of my character, but it’s an offer that’s hard to turn down. Really.

I guess my idiot will be having deluxe tuna more often, huh.

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

[swiftthecardinal]

FUCK CHRISTMAS FUCK CHRISTMAS I HATE FUCKING CHRISTMAS

i am done with this stupid holiday. it is september. september. and what did i see today? a bitchass clauspitalism bullshit staring at me like a horrific demon that crawled up from satan's asscrack to wipe the halloween hype off of my brain. i am so fucking done. i wanted to rip that evil fucking cardboatd cutout into shreds so tiny you'd only be able to see confetti on the groud and scream so loud you could hear me from the ISS. i want "tHe MoSt WoNdErFuL tImE oF tHe YeAr" outof my fucking sight forever and i want santa claus coca cola company to fucking eat shit and die so i can feed him to my cat. or maybe i shouldn't BC HE'D PROBABLY GIVE IT DIABETES. i don't even like roasts, beef pork chicken or nut. why are so many spices only for christmas. why are brussels sprouts also only for christmas. why is meeting all your fam only for christmas. fuck this bitchass holiday i want it to burn it to a crisp on my halloween bonfire

[canyonsys]

i'm so sick of these bitchass cats. i tried to walk downstairs to find my sneakers because somehow i LOST them and this stupid orange piece of shit (not davesprite this time) was on the goddamn staircase just laying there. i tried to walk past that garfield looking cunt but she bit my ankle so i had to walk over the damn step she way laying on. gizmo count your fucking days you fat orange cunt

[actual-corpse]

The wall of fog coming off the lake this morning was so thick!

I hear Corvids... I have the door open because the weather is nice...

I can hear another creature scurrying around the leaves! Sheogorath wanted to look outside.

It was very cold this morning. I hope my bitchass cat doesn't do something stupid.

[laldupattewali]

5x01 evolution reaction because why not

its mostly in english but theres some hindi too cuz english is just not enough sometimes

okay off the bat can someone tell me why all the miraculous jewels are in the shape of the cat miraculous in the trailer like *insert the thats suspicious thats weird gif*

people of paris<33333333333333333333

NO HOW DARE HE my baby sass loml saale chutiye marja

Not the bitchass/kwami vs them parallel i literally-

ps i will be referring to ykw only as bitchass and nothing else

it has been 2 minutes and i already have murderous tendencies

STUPID CREATURES?? THEY ARE ACTUAL GODS MF plagg would end him if he was there

the way theyre like ._. pls

ALYNO KISS SCENE AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA

is he like dead? nah chutiye itni easily nhi marte

man chat in this scene and lighting really making me go sghdkjakjbiudabfjd

PLS CHAT REALLY POKED HIM WITH HIS BATON LIKE THAT

toh phir,,,,baaki ke bhi le hi lo i mean

girl you really fell for it twice

AHAHHAHAHA REVERSER HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAH

"i am your master" sir theyre gods just cuz nooroo could feed on your energy doesnt mean 16 of them can

USELESS??? WAPAS DEDE NA i swear nathalie needs to get over her crush like miss girl needs a break

OMG THIS EXPLAINS WHY HE CHOSE THEM OMG

bro- is what i think is happening happening?

nah im crying bro- dude im- this is so- i fucking- *incoherent mumbling* bye

OH SNAP SEE THATS A GOOD COSTUME LEARN FELIX DRAB ASS BITCH

CHANGING PAST EVENTS CHANGES THE FUTURE LITERALLY HOW MANY TIMES CAN ONE SAY THIS

GASP SHES SO PRETTYYYYYY

BABY ALIX IS SM SMALLER THAN GROWN ALIX WDCBKJCBKJBSKJBWDKJBDK

YAS QUEEN CALL HIM OUT SO TRUE AS YOU SHOULD YAAAAAASSSSSSSS HE DOESNT DESERVE YOUUUU YOU GO you are still in the grey area but atleast youre grey now

ANYWAYS WHAT AN EPISODE START TO END RABBIT NOIR ANIMATION NATHALIE SASS TAKING CHARGE ALIX JUST EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ONE i missed what mlb made me feel in the good eps

[thatoneconfusedcitrus]

local closeted lesbian cat thinks she falls in love with a tom, turns out she just thought of him as a friend. he was a piece of shit anyway bc he cheats on her with her sister, who is pretty entitled and gets mad at jayriver for having kits and a mate as a med cat instead if at OAKNOSE for CHEATING. anyway eelstripe, the bitchass sister, leads jayriver to kill her but hopestar, the THIRD sister and yhe leader of the clan, kinda walks in on that and is like "okay i dont really give a shit if jay has kits and a mate. she's a grown ass med cat you stupid bitch" and eel doesnt like that so she also tries to kill hope and like succeeds but since hopestar has multiple lives she just exiles eel when she gets revived lmao. anyway jayriver then ends up falling in love with a gal named birchwing i think her name was and yeah love wins and hope is very supportive of her gay doctor sister

[puggle-enjoyer]

Fuck it, excuse the wall of text but to quote last night:

Buh. I fear if I do not think about this stupid fucking drow and the emotions they just unlocked I may just explode on the spot. Sorry world. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry I forget he can do anger. I forget he can grieve a presence he can’t even pinpoint. I forget he’s so very used to masking infront of authority like aldric that he can get away with a civil conversation on the spot but he has just now been left unattended with his emotions about it and is very close to feeling like he’s being dragged through the floor. Literally.

Man who is so very frustrated that this stupid royal family can pick him up for help as and when they please and use Information they denied him like a cat toy to dangle above his head, as if they did not drop him on the curb the second he stopped fulfilling his use to them. Guy who has suddenly been told they’ve been chasing after him as if those same people had not denied his audience for years and years after disabling and casting him aside without sufficient help. Man who is more frustrated than anything that someone in that family makes him feel warm and cared for in a way he hasn’t experienced in years despite being nigh certain that he was just about done with the silverbloods. Guy who’s utterly furious that he decided any memory recovery he did would be on his terms from now on, a decision he settled on less than a month ago because he spent years accepting ‘the madnesses’ were what wiped half his head only to rediscover it might’ve been caused by the silverbloods to silence him, and yet somehow he is ALREADY having that sense of autonomy and choice ripped away from him, because now any efforts he makes in attempt to do so will be at the benefit of the royals hands instead.

He’s having a normal one, he’s doing soooo good and great and cool, taking big breaths and totally not feeling like he’s been politely backed into forfeiting any personal pursuits to the whims of the people he’d cleaned his hands of long ago. Painfully telling that all it takes is one conversation with a family member he only vaguely knows to wind up right in the palm of their hands again, all because they stated they wanted something.

Bonus round:

What do you MEAN mister Whitlock has collaborated with this little shits uncle, also known as the bitchass long gone godless king who people theorise is the reason behind luyarnha being the way that it is- last Wisely checked he tutored his kids, might’ve done some consulting for the king and queen, did some studies of artefacts on the side and called it a day when he messed up the latter. In retrospect he’s full well aware that’s too cut and clean to be true (especially considering the state he was left in after being cut off from them), but it was enough to tide him over and leave it in the past when any chances of getting answers were denied from him. Now he’s just sitting here going ‘yeah, ok, ok I get it now- you didn’t want me worming my way back because I did something you don’t want me knowing about-‘, whatever theories he had about the royals messing with his memories have been thoroughly confirmed and he’s not a happy bunny about it.

The imminent dread of the fact he worked on something with mister godless king himself is a future problem. Unfortunately the recollection of an ominous stone slab that he has seen prior to this in a scary theatre basement isn’t a great sign of what those two got up to.

It’s like screaming into an ABYSS, so very close to posting my rants here just so it can be known what I am thinking, we are reaching heights of illness never before thought possible

[adultswim2021]

MAIL BAG

Shamefully I forgot about me mail bag, so it’s been piling up. So this post will be a big mail bag one. How about that?

Also, I have a LID BLOWER at the end! Maybe? I don’t know. I have succumbed to covid-19 and also my marijuana addiction, so this post might be incomprehensible. I’m sorry:

shitsucker69 writes:

Milpool

Nah this was anonymous but I figure some dipshit who would write that would probably have some fucked up name like shitsucker69. This guy is twisted. Anyway, fuck off wanker

speaking of bozo, if you played bozo buckets how far do you think you would get (i believe there are 6 buckets in total)

Bozo Buckets? What on earth... ???

if this hiatus takes long enough can you review the Tiny Toons episode One Beer? I know it was never on Adult Swim but it is a cartoon :)

I will have to start a new blog that is called something like “Shows that weren’t the Simpsons or aired on Adult Swim”. Wouldn’t you just love it? Me talking about Duckman and such? Gettin’ wild talkin’ Family Dog and all that?

you have a cat? tell us more about them!

Her name is Lucy and she we were forced to take care of her by a guy who moved to Africa and I guess cats were illegal there. She is elderly and last time I took her to the vet it cost $700. She spins around in small circles on the way to her food dish which might be cuz of an ear infection but I don’t know because I accidentally ruined her medicine for it and had to wait for another pay day before I could get some more. That day has come but now I have Covid and am much more concerned with my own ailing health.

Bernie Sanders passed away because he was too gay

Uhm, probably because he was homophobic/racist too...

You got more food reviews? I would watch another and others

I am planning to become famous and wealthy from doing food reviews on YouTube.com

you remind me of Philip in the Alex Ross Perry movie Listen Up Philip. Make it your mission to watch it ASAP

(snottily/sarcastically saluting) sir yes sir

The Heaven's Gate stuff is such a trip because remember how stupid looking the old man leader looked. It's like falling under spell of James Quall.

Laughing. My. Fucking. A-S-S. OFF! That guy was a turkey, and I could gobble him up

I heard it's your birthday and I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. What is your number one adult swim birthday wish. You can tell us. It won't come true otherwise.

My number one Adult Swim birthday wish. Uh, I guess it would be to have sex with any woman who has been on Adult Swim. I don’t care who. It could be a normal one even. Like a not-that-hot one. I’m not going to name any names because that would be sexist and I’m not sexist

Seinfeld sucks, jerry is a bitchass hoe

true dat! Actually... nah, I like Seinfeld and Jerry is cute

the real folk blues? more like BABY blues

You ain’t kiddin (also I am reading and reviewing every Baby Blues coming up next)

Okay here is the NEWS, thank you for reading me be nasty online

I have begun a NEW BLOG to cover non-original Adult Swim Content. It’s called ADULT SWIM 2022! What do you think of that? It will take a backseat to Adult Swim 2021 always, but It’ll be a fun side project to tinker on, and you know I love to tinker. It is one of my noted traits! You gotta respect that. There is more information up on the WELCOME POST, but there you have it. A SECOND ADULT SWIM BLOG.