#sup-geek

[connabeth]

The gripe (most recently at least) we now have with the show regarding the deities' depictions being underwhelming is that they could've... easily fixed this, you know? Make it so that, entering the diner, it's not just that something feels off to the mortals (them all rising from their seats as if a fights set to start) but that Ares walks to Percy and speaks to him at first in Ancient Greek, the Greek immediately registering/translating to Percy (that their brains are hardwired for it, the hemitheoi, and he's had lessons on it already with Annabeth, Ares saying, “You know who I am, cousin?”): our little hemitheoi recognizing that 1.) this guy here's speaking GREEK, safe to say something's o f f here cuz Who Does That? (well, besides Greek Americans lmao but that besides the point) and 2.) specified himself as cousin, Percy replying, “Yeah. You're Clarisse's dad. Ares”. (Whether Percy replies in AG or else the conversation continues in English, eh, your choice.)

Also, let all of us pray that this be the year Persassy DIES: for most moments of Percy saying "Screw you." to any 1 of the divinities, it's not that he's being mouthy for the same of it/bcuz he innately has THIS proclivity towards sarcasm in, it's cuz he's honest-to-God, genuinely irritant/angry, see him telling off Dionysos in TTC.

i did also hate that some were portrayed as Some Guy™️ besides Lance Reddick’s portrayal, who’s fury and inclination towards violence and sadism i could tangibly feel. also with ares, the whole point of the guy is that simply being in his vicinity elevates your temper and aggression and i wish we could’ve seen more of the subtle, yet dangerous displays of power the gods have outside of little outbursts. as for percy, i’d say it’s a mix of both things imo that cause percy to make the quips he does. he’s genuinely angry with them and cannot be bothered to care for their apathy, but he also leans on sarcasm in a lot of life or death situation bc that’s just a mechanism he uses. his intention is usually to piss them off or distract them with it, but there’s a few moments where he just doesn’t have the greatest barrier between his thoughts and his mouth

[healix17]

HELP HELP HELP GUYS I FUCKED UP !!! 😭😭😭😭‼️😭‼️

My Transformers addiction is getting too out of hand here.

So today when our Biology teacher was absent, the damn English Literature teacher popped out of nowhere, NO WHERE.

And he's (Mr Brown btw) a teacher of another, higher class. And then bro got the THICCest, whitest, purest damn pieces of paper known to mankind.

And bro literally said "Sup bitches and fuckers now right a poem about the genera I'll hand to each of you and the best one will get..." *Pulls out the biggest chocolate bar I've ever seen*

The genera I was assigned was a piece of paper which said "Longing and Romantic"

And I was running on nine cups of coffee that morning and made A WHILE AFT FREAKING MEGOP POEM!!!!!

And the entire school knew I was the biggest Transformers nerd...no geek in the entire universe.

And Mr Brown just side-eyed me and said "Welp....A for Effort kid."

I got the highest and got the biggest chocolate bar I've ever seen.

It was so humiliating 'cause they hung the top three best poems on our cafeteria walls and at the bottom my full name, class and roll number 😭

[buymeanewlaptopty]

Dos X Batman crossover

So Tim Drake is planning on exploding Ras al ghuls base. And after many sleepless nights (as usual) gets in his sleep-deprived brain, the brilliant idea to summon the God of explosions. Cause why not? It would be way quicker and more efficient than to get all the explosives himself. Young Justice being the enablers they are just support him, cause Tim is the smartest Robin, he was trained by Batman, surely he knows whats up and what are the chances even that actually works??

And they do some summoning ritual from a Sus book Tim found on his travels (when Bruce was stuck in the time stream). And tbh Tim is mostly doing it for sht and kicks but THAN

BAM the summoning is actually working. There is a bit of panic (lots) but then the one who appears is a lil girl. Younger than all of them it seems. Can't be more than 14/15. And she's just like 'sup' (shikako is starstruck cause WHAT??? IS THAT RED ROBIN?? THE BEST ROBIN ??? AND IS THAT YOUNG JUSTICE?? WHAT IN THE WORLD??), cause she's a ninja and she can keep her cool under any weird circumstances and to be fair getting summoned isn't all that surprising with her track record.

The hero team explain that they summoned her. And shikako asks how (assuming she speaks English even though it's been a lifetime ago)? And they show this ritual where Tim made some adjustments to summon the God of explosions (which was basically a seal that Shikako will decode later). Shikako says on instinct/autopilot that she isn't a goddess. She is a bit mortified cause omgomgomg she can never let this be known to Sasuke or Kakashi or Anyone really. She would never hear the end of it.

They talk some more and Shikako asks why they need explosions and Tim explains his situation. And shikako is completely on board like hell yes let's fk up the creepy stalker. And she shows she can make explosions with a touch. And they go on and basically egg Ras base with explosions and its a great time.

After that Shikako stays for a while cause it takes time to find her home dimension and decode the summoning ritual. She is the closest with Red Robin cause he's her(mine) favourite Robin. And they can totally geek out over her seals and technology and differences in their worlds and all that. They both have that single minded drive where they just get lost in their research. And shikako would totally explain her seals to Tim and he could like give suggestions.

Once they didn't come out of their research drive for 3 days, it would have been longer if Superboy didn't drag them out of the room for some food that wasn't caffeine or soldier bars (or whatever I forgot the name)

In the end she leaves but she lets them know that if they ever need her for whatever reason they can summon her again.

~

Afterwards when Tim summons her again and explains the problem. Shikako is like I have just the thing and she has this very weird and very convoluted plan.

But it works.

And they realize that explosions isn't the only thing she can do.

So they begin to call her for other things to and shikako always has a (convoluted) plan that usually works (and if if doesn't then she has a plan that will)

And she can also heal??? So like an on call healer which is great!

But when shikako goes on a mission or isn't available she will let it know through a message (somehow, via seal or via interdimensional technology or maybe a combination)

Sometimes the summons are just to catch up.

And just imagine how the Bats would react. Like there is some seemingly impossible problem/villain and Tim be like 'I know a god' and just summons Shikako from his instant-summon-seal and there Shikako is in all her glory, in her pjs with her blanket still on.

And just has all contingency plans ready for all situations.

Batman has the adoption papers ready and filled by the end of the crisis. But shikako already has a lovely family🤣 so she rejects the offer.

I NEED MORE SHIKAKO DC CROSSOVERS😭😭

Anyways lemme know what u think

[gallusrostromegalus]

If you are still taking questions, could I ask about Uryuu? Or Mizuiro, I have always loved him and wanted to see more of him.

The day after The Stabbing Incident in which Ichigo's Shinigami Powers were activated, Lunchtime:

--

"Rukia!" Ichigo called from the door. "We got a club meeting!"

"What? Oh, right!" She giggled, all bubbly persona, which immediately vanished in the hall "-You signed me up for a club? Ichigo, you know I don't have time for extracurriculars!"

"Calm down, this one doesn't assign homework. We just meet on the roof for lunch." He explained, marching resolutely against the stream of traffic in the hall.

"Oh? Up to something illicit are you?" Rukia teased, ducking behind him to avoid being swept away.

"Nah, we just meet on the roof so Kon can join us." Ichigo shrugged kicking open the door to the roof.

" 'SUP NERDS!" Ichigo bellowed affectionately at the gaggle of teenagers already assembled on the roof. "Okay Rukia, this is the "I Can See Ghosts And It fucking Sucks Club", guys, this is Rukia."

"Hi miss Rukia!" Waved a readheaded girt that puberty had hit like a truck.

"-Rukia is a shinigami like the freak that used to live in my dad's attic, and last night one of those bigass monster ghosts attacked my fuckin' house and Rukia kinda accidentally-on-purpose stabbed me and now I got fuckin' shinigami powers, which is mostly being able to ditch my body and summon a bigass sword to kill the monster ghosts with."

Those assembled stared at him in silence.

There was a rattle and Kon appeared at the top of the chain-link fence around the roof. "You know Ichigo, I think I know why your Literature class grades suck." the cat sighed. "Rukia got injured and used her magic sword to transfer her powers to Ichigo to fight off the hollow, and accidentally gave him too much and now she's stuck here until the Shinigami skills bleed back out of Ichigo."

"Ohhhhh..." the group nodded.

"-By stabbing me." Added Ichigo. "I feel like the stabbing part is being lowballed here."

"Welp. time to reset the counter." Sighed a lightly disheveled young man with brown hair, and the youthful looking lad with black hair beside him opened his laptop, typed for a few seconds and then turned the screen to show the group a digital counter that read

DAYS SINCE OUR LAST SUPERNATURAL NONSENSE AND/OR GRIEVOUS BODILY INJURY: 0

Previous streak: 17.324 Days.

"Thanks. Very helpful." Sighed Ichigo. "Tweedle Dee and tweedle Dumbass here are Mizurio and Keigo."

Ichigo pointed to the brunette. "Keigo here comes from a long-ass line of psychics and has been documenting every instance of supernatural activity in Karkura town going back to the middle ages since he was like. Ten? Don't let the fact that he's deliberately failing out of school fool you, he's probably the world's most brilliant moron."

"Iiiiiichigoooo, why you gotta make me sound like a loser in front of the actual-factual ghost girl?" Keigo whined.

"I'll stop making you sound like a loser when you stop being a loser." Ichigo huffed, and pointed to the black-haired youth beside him. "Babyface McGee here is Mizurio, he's our other technology geek, and he can cast Summon Gun."

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Rukia!" Mizurio said, extending his hand politely. "If you need some armament against the- what did you say they were called? Hollows? - I can provide you with something. First one's on the house, as my Uncle says."

"Oh!" Laughed Rukia. "By 'summon gun' you mean you have a way of purchasing weapons! I thought for a second you had the magical ability to spontaneously manifest guns or something ridiculous like that!"

The group collectively grimaced at her, except for the silent Giant, who was too busy snuggling Kon.

"Have you ever fired a weapon like a handgun Miss Rukia?" Mizurio asked holding his hand up beside his head, as though holding up an invisible object.

"Uh." Said Rukia, staring at his hand. ""...No."

"In that case I'm going to reccomend a Glock-17 lightweight pistol-" Mizurio nodded, and a small, bright blue light ignited in his palm, swirling and drawing Reishi into it, forming a physical object.

"-it's very reliable and easy to sight accurately, and doesn't have much of a kickback so I'm confident you'll only need a little practice to be able to handle it reliably!" He smiled cheerfully as the object finished manifesting in his hand, and he easily unloaded it with a practiced motion, set the saftey out of habit and offered it to Rukia to inspect.

"UH." Said Rukia, recoiling from the weapon with alarm.

"Oh don't worry!" Mizurio chirped. "Any gun that I make- And I make them, not summon them- has infinite ammo once the clip is loaded, and it's perfectly effective against hollows! You'll be perfectly fine using it!"

"I- You- I mean-" Rukia sputtered, staring wide-eyed at the gun. "-Did you. Learn? to do this?"

"Hm-..." Mizurio frowned at the gun. "Well, I've gotten better at it over time, but it's not like anyone taught me, if that's what you mean."

"Uh-huh." Rukia nodded, teeth bared in an attempt at a smile that completely failed. "You. Uh. You got any German ancestry?"

"Oh, I wouldn't know!" Mizurio laughed. "I don't actually know who my father is, and I strongly suspect he doesn't know his father either! Why?"

"...Mizurio, I think you're a Quincy."

---

Downstairs in the lunchtime meeting of the Karkura High School Crafts Club, Uryuu Ishida sneezed in the middle of a demonstration of different stitch types, and knocked over a large bottle of glitter, coating the entire room.

"...That's a bad omen if I ever saw one." Muttered one of the girls, sparkling.

---

"What's a Quincy?" Mizurio asked.

"It's a- Okay, before I start an explanation, is there anyone else here with weird supernatural powers?" Rukia asked.

There was a whirl of energy behind her and she turned to see the Silent Giant that had been cradling Kon had manifested a strange, sleek armor over his right arm. Kon was still cradled like a very spoiled infant in his left arm, purring.

"Hi. I'm Sado Yasutora, but I go by Chad." he spoke, voice barely above a mumble as he cautiously peeked up at Rukia through his bangs. "This is my punchin' arm."

"...Great." Whimpered Rukia.

[bloodied-dagger]

yo

sup

I haven’t forgotten about the song requests, I was just on a call with Geek last night and got off of it around 3:30-ish so I didn’t have time to make a (surely extensive, trust me) list of recommendations

[sluggzillaa]

Can you write an eddie munson x reader where eddie y/n and their friend group go on a little road trip and one night while they're sitting around a camp fire or something y/n tells everyone the legend of skinwalkers and it actually scares eddie but he doesn't show it until later before they go to sleep he's all uneasy and y/n notices and is like "it's OK I'll protect you" and she ends up cuddling him all night

✧ Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

✧ Summary: The gang goes camping after you experience a grueling breakup. You just so happen to meet someone new. What does the future hold for the two of you?

✧ Warnings: use of Y/N, (sfw)teasing, pet/nicknames, mentions of break up, brief mention of su1c1d3(jokingly), kinda awkward, Strangers to friends to lovers, Mentions of a scary creature.

✧ Authors note: This one was pretty rushed since i was taking forever to write it and needed to get it out. I like the awkward fluffiness for now. I hope you enjoy ^^. Also minors, LEAVE OR ILL SHOOT YOU

✧ Word count: 2.7k

Day 1

The phone rang off the hook. Once a cycle of rings ended, a new one started. The phone definitely was not gonna answer itself. Stumbling out of your room; eyes surrounded by dark bags and hair disheveled, you snatched the phone off its receiver.

“Hello?”

“Oh my god finally! I thought you killed yourself”

“Not yet I haven’t.. What do you want, Nance?”

“Look, my friends and I are taking a trip up to the campgrounds by lovers lake”

“uh huh..”

“And I know you’ve been down in the dumps”

“Nance~” You dragged on

“So I was wondering if you’d like to tag along”

Radio silence on your end. You’ve never liked camping, or at least that’s what your ex made you believe. He always told you about these gross stories from his camping trips with his friends. He never let you go along with him. That’s probably because he was in a raggedy motel with some bimbo broads. You let out a sigh and turned your attention back to the call.

“Sure”

“Wait what..”

“Sure, i’ll come”

“Great, i’ll let everyone kn-” Her sentence was cut short by the phone being slammed into its holder

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A car horn signaled you from in front of the house. You dragged your two bags out front. There you were greeted by good hair Steve and Nance. Steve popped open the trunk and took your bags from you. Nancy pulled you into a tight hug, greeting you. You hopped in the van, being met with your favorite fake brother Dustin.

“Hey kid”

“Wassup!”

“So how’s geek camp?”

“Shut up..”

“Hey! It was just a question”

You leaned back in your seat and ripped off the tiny backpack you’ve brought along. You pulled out a pack of gushers and your walkman; preloaded with the best mixtape ever. You rip open the pack of fruit snacks and practically shove all of them in your mouth. The noise from the outside world was shut out by the blasting music on your headphones.

They group drove around the neighborhood for a bit, picking up members. So far it seemed like everyone was here. Suddenly, the van makes a stop in front of a trailer. You slid your headphones down your next and peaked out the window.

“And who lives here?”

Harrington blared the horn twice before shouting out his window. Out of the trailer, stumbled a tall pale metal head with pasty white skin and long dark hair. His curls were all over the place; like he’d just rolled out of bed. He held a duffel bag which had black sabbath written on it in bold purple letters. He hauled the bag into the trunk and made his way to the side of the van. Once he opened the door, he froze. Stood staring at you before looking at Steve. Steve sighed and leaned towards the back of the car.

“Eddie this is y/n, y/n this is Eddie”

“Sup..” You greeted

“Hey” Eddie nodded as he climbed into the van. He took his seat next to you. He greeted everyone then directed his attention to the window.

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Steve parked the van in an empty spot in the small parking lot. Everyone hopped out and stretched. They all made their way inside of the rest stop and dispersed. That left you and Eddie together. You made your way to the snack aisle, he followed close behind like a little puppy.

“So how do you know the group?”

“School.. plus me and Nance have been friends since diapers” You answered

“Then why haven’t I seen you”

He leaned against the shelf of chips, causing a few to fall. He scrambled to pick them up and put them back. He went back to standing against the shelf. You gave him a glare before shuffling through your snack options.

“Maybe because you’re never in class, Munson.. Had to do our history project by myself”

“Shit my bad”

“Yeah, your bad”

He huffed and continued to follow you through the aisles. His attention was grabbed by the brightly colored drink machine. He nodded to himself before turning back to you.

“Make it up to you by buying you a slushie?”

“Deal”

The two of you rounded the corner, making your way to the machine. Eddie grabbed a medium and presented it to you, seemingly asking for permission. You nodded and watched as he looked over the flavors.

“Did you say coke or cherry?”

“I didn’t.. Coke”

He nodded at your choice and filled up the cup, dolloping the frozen liquid to top it off. He placed the lid on and stuck a straw in. He handed you the cup, to which you immediately took a sip. You gazed up at him; looking through your lashes. You pulled away from the cup and walked over to the counter. You placed your snacks and the slush on the counter.

“Snacks on me, slush on him”

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The van finally pulled into the campsite. Everyone piled out and took in their surroundings. Eddie and Steve unpacked the trunk, handing all the supplies to Nancy, Robin, and you. You guys placed it down onto the picnic table and began to set up everything. The boys placed down the bags and set up the 4 tents. The kids quickly claimed their tents; the boys in one, Robin and the girls in another. That left Nancy and Steve together and you and Eddie. You let out a nervous laugh as you notice the pairing.

“I think you guys made a mistake”

“Nope, everyone’s paired just fine” Steve answered

“Yet me and him are sharing a tent”

“Well you guys are the only two left without a tent”

You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. You paced through your thoughts before you finally came up with a reasonable solution. You grabbed onto Nancy’s hands and pouted at her.

“Let me stay with you and Steve”

“Oh honey, You don’t wanna share a tent with me and Steve” She reassured you

“First of all, Ew.. Second of all, you guys suck”

Nancy patted your back and pushed you off towards the tent. You scoffed and looked back at Eddie in defeat. He shook his head and wrapped his arm around you and led you to the tent. Once you made it there, you immediately dropped your bags and began to set up your mattress. Eddie flopped onto his side and let out a loud groan.

“This is so much more comfortable than the fucking car”

“Yea.. So comfortable” You said sarcastically

“Hey! I’m not that bad, Princess”

“Whatever”

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The group sat around the campfire, just catching up. You sat down holding the supplies to make s’mores. You handed them out to everyone around you. The kids excitedly put together their s’mores, as the adults whispered to each other . You guys all whispered agreements to each other before turning to the kids.

“Alright, story time bitches!” Steve announced

They all perched up on their seats, excited for whatever story you’re about to tell. You sat on the edge of your seat, the fire being the only good source of light. A sinister grin painted across your face.

“There was a woman; named Abby, who lived alone in her home. All her former roommates complained about something dark and sinister going on in the house. Abby never knew what they were talking about until one dark summer”

Already, the kids and even the rest of the adults began looking around the area. When they all realized just how dark it was around them, they all huddled together.

“It was bedtime for Abby. She did her nightly routine of brushing her teeth and getting into her pajamas. Finally, she reached her final step; turning off all the lights in the house. As she walked to her bedroom, she shut off every light on her way there. Once she got to the final switch, she sensed something following her. She turned around and found nothing there. So she turned off the light. That’s when she turned off the light and found a figure standing at the end of the hallway. She kept flickering the light.. until.. IT WAS RIGHT IN HER FACE!”

The kids let out small screams and yelps. You felt Eddie jump a little beside you. You turned to him and gave him a confused look, to which he pretended to be fine. You shrugged it off and continued.

“She ran to her room, quickly shutting the door behind her. She kept her bedside lamp on and crawled into bed. Most of her room was dark but she figured her lamp would suffice. She took one last scan around the room before she felt at ease. She closed her eyes but once again, she felt watched. She opened her eyes and took a peak beside her. There she saw a pale woman with white out eyes, a cut out smile, and sharp fangs. The creature pressed the button on the lamp and.. LIGHTS OUT!”

Suddenly, the fire had gone out, leaving the campsite pitch dark. The kids quickly jumped from their seats and rushed into their tents. The adults all laughed and went their separate ways; into their tents. You and Eddie settled down and laid down; backs facing each. It was silent as you both tried to sleep. There was a shuffling coming from Eddie’s side. You turned towards him and found him facing you.

“What?”

“I’m scared”

“It was just a story, Eddie”

“We’ll it must’ve been a really good fucking story cause now i’m scared”

“Okay, what do you want?”

“Can you hold me?”

You rolled your eyes at him and scooted over, closer to him. You opened your arms wide. He moved into you and settled into your embrace. You wrapped your arms around him loosely. You huffed and closed your eyes, kinda enjoying this.

“You need to grow up”

“Fuck off”

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Your tent began to unzip from the outside. In peeked Dustin, not fully comprehending yours and Eddie’s tangled sleeping bodies.

“Good morn- AHHHH”

Dustin quickly rushed out of the tent, leaving your tent slightly unzipped. His screams and the light peeking through woke you up. You sat up quickly and shook Eddie awake.

“Fuck off” He groaned

“Wake up asshole”

You got up and slipped on a pair of your boots. You stepped out of the tent, met with a lot of stares. You shake your head and sit at the picnic table. Nance took the spot next to you.

“So are you and him like a-”

“NO! jeez.. I just met the guy”

“But you were-”

“He was being a total pussy after the campfire.. so he asked me to like cuddle”

She scoffed and got up from her seat, walking over to Steve who was cooking up breakfast. Eddie walked out of the tent in a white tank and some low-hanging pajama pants. You watched his figure as he walked past. He made his way over to the group of boys and began to mess with them; chasing them around. Nancy placed a plate of sausages and pancakes in front of you.

“Don’t get in too deep”

“Don’t plan on it”

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“Goodnight guys!”

Everyone headed into their tents for the night. You headed off into the woods with a pre-rolled joint. Once you’ve headed far enough, you leaned against the tree and lit your joint. You took a pull, inhaling and exhaling. The forest was extremely dark. Only the moon and the cherry of your joint providing a small amount of light. The wind made a sort of creepy whistling noise. Suddenly, a stick snapped. You looked around and were greeted by Eddie. You jumped back in fright.

“Holy shit! What are you doing here?”

“I saw you were rolling a joint, and no one else around here smokes but you and me”

You gave him a glare before passing the joint over to him. He took a pull and blew the smoke into your face. You punched his arm and snatched the joint from him.

“So why didn’t you go to bed?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I asked you first” He nudged you

“Needed to clear my head”

“From?”

You scoffed a took a second to gather your thoughts

“Relationship shit”

“Breakup?”

“Yea..”

“I feel you”

He took the joint from you and took a large pull before carrying on

“So what’s your damage?” He said while holding in the smoke. He exhaled and leaned against the tree next to you. You followed suit, standing rather close to you.

“Cheated with his coworker.. Caught them when i surprised him at work”

“Yeesh” He patted your shoulder

“How ‘bout yours?”

“Y’know Chrissy?”

“You dated that priss?”

He chuckled and took another pull of the joint before passing the last bit of it to you.

“Well, turns out she was only using me to get back with Carver; and when it worked I was left in the dust”

You both sat in silence for a moment, a comfortable silence. Occasionally, you would give each other glances. You tossed down the end of the joint and put it out. You looked over at Eddie for a second before running down a path. Eddie yelled at you and chased behind.

“Where the fuck are you going!” Concern soaking his voice

“Come on!”

“This path is steep, Slow down!”

Eddie continued to chase you down the hill, attempting not to twist an ankle or break a leg. Finally, you both got to the bottom. What stood in front of you was a large lake; in the shape of a heart, hence its name ‘lovers lake’. You walked over to the dock and placed down the items you had in your hands. You turned to Eddie, watching him hunched over; attempting to catch his breath.

“Don’t you ever.. do.. that- jesus fucking christ”

“Let’s go for a swim”

“What?”

He quickly set back up, being met with you stripping down. His eyes latched onto your figure. He didn’t even notice you caught him. You cleared your throat, catching his attention. He quickly turned away from you.

“Dude, it’s the same shit as a bikini.. come on”

He turned back around and watched as you dove straight into that lake. He quickly began to strip down to his boxers then follow after you; into the lake. It wasn’t as cold as either of you would’ve thought, it was actually pretty warm. The two of you floated around for a bit. Suddenly, Eddie was pulled out of his calm state by being splashed with water. He sat up and glared at you. He gave you a menacing smirk before splashing you. This resulted in a full out water war.

“Oh you fucker!”

“It’s pay back sweetheart!”

“Fuck off, Munson!”

You swam out of the lake and got back onto the shore. You sat on the sand and watched as Eddie caught up. He laid down next to you, attempting to catch his breath. He looked over to you and scoffed.

“You’re a pain in the ass, y’know that?”

“You hardly know me”

“Know you enough to know you’re a pain in the ass”

You slid closer and laid beside him. You admired the patterns of stars. You both just sat in a comfortable silence together. The two of you just took a moment, enjoying eachothers company. You both finally felt not so lonely.

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“Hey, can you pass me my shirt?”

Eddie tossed over your shirt and waited for you to finish getting dressed. The sky was beginning to get lighter as the morning approached. The two of you grabbed the rest of your stuff and headed out to the campsite. You found your fingers intertwined with his as he led you up the hill. The two of you finally reached your tent. He tried his best to get the two of you in quietly. He quickly closed the zipper and flopped down onto his mattress. He turned to you and patted the empty spot next to him. You quickly shuffled over to him and laid into his embrace. His arm laid down onto your waist and pulled you in closer. The lack of energy caught up to the two of you, causing you both to drift off.

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[cordycepsbian]

10 for Leif! (best moment on screen)

there's A Lot of candidates for that so here's several fun Leif Moments

the spy for the bee in front of the power plant where they try to pet her aphid without asking and she gives em the death glare

the spy for reeves ("sorry we just reacted to this guy's geek energy")

right before the fight with the watcher where they have to translate its warning and kabbu's like "did you really have to yell it" and leif's like "um yes"

that moment in chapter 3 where vi is all grumbly and leif has to give her that talk like "you don't know what could happen tomorrow or even today, you should apologize before it's too late and you end up regretting not doing it"

after the ultimax tank fight where ultimax is like I Will Die Before I Let You Get Away With This and leif's just like looks like someone needs to go in the ice cube for a bit

just saying "sup" while meeting the whole entire king and queen of another kingdom

"you're a paragon of chivalry" to mothiva at the start of chapter 6

WE ALMOST FORGOT in chapter 1 where they just found out they have potentially powerful and very rare magic and they're just like "it's pretty cool" about it

also when venus tells leif that their teammates escaped snakemouth den and survived and how relieved they are as a parallel to kabbu's worrying that his own former teammates would resent him for leaving them behind. ough

back to funny things. Every Single Time they get into battle position as a response to something (eg. in chapter 2 when vi is like "haha i can spin these platforms... for a small fee" and leif silently pulls out the ice and vi is like "... of zero berries")

the post game quest with the roach planting seeds and leif says something like "you can't lose hope in a place like this" at the end and then they get embarrassed about it afterwards

oh this got. Long we did not realize how much stuff we've said already. okay we're gonna stop there

[power-rangers-side-force]

Chapter 2: Periwinkle Introductions

*Warnings: light swearing, fainting.

The voice that interrupted him was bubbly enough. “Yea, yeah I did, It’s kinda awkward to admit, but they’re my idols.” Why he mentioned it, he didn’t know, but he did. Today was only getting worse. How much had his classmate overheard?! He turned to the voice to see a boy practically bouncing on the seats, round glasses almost falling off his face. His hair resembled spun sugar, from its colour, to its density, to even its wispy pieces in the sunlight as the bus bobbed along. Roman hoped that this was a reflection of the boy's personality and not a disguise. The excited and genuine voice he spoke with more than cemented that Romans' first interpretation was true in his mind. “No way! Mine too! When I was little, I’d always run around and pretend I was a Pink Ranger. You’re Roman Crown and Logan Orchid, right?” Both were taken aback, not even expecting to share interests with this stranger, let alone have him know their names. But then again, they attend the same school, and were seemingly close to great rangers, so it’s not that shocking. “I’m Patton! Nice to meet you. And this,” he gestured to the boy next to him, that they hadn’t even registered was there, “is Virgil!” As if on cue, the other boy sat up and took off his headphones, giving them both a small nod and salute. “Sup.” He was head to toe in black and purple. Boy was he gonna die in this weather.

The drive to the museum was nice enough, with the four boys chatting and deciding to stick together for the day. They exchanged hopes. Dreams. Lives. They found unusual connections too. Like Patton liking Sherlock Holmes as much as Logan, ironic considering the former's last name. Or, how Roman shared the same guilty pleasure band as Virgil, strange considering their polar opposite styles. They also lived close to each other, they’d all learned, as well as deeply idolising the power rangers, even if some hid it more than others. Even if Patton and Virgil had heard about the other two’s previous conversation on the bus, they either respected boundaries enough to not ask, or already knew but didn’t want to bring it up until they got closer with one another. Either way, these two were becoming Roman and Logan's new favourite people, with Logan already making room in his schedules for hangout time, and Roman already memorising their hobbies, likes, and dislikes off by heart.

The museum trip overall had been… uneventful for Roman at the very least. History was boring, mostly. He knew this, but he promised Logan to come with him, and goddamn it is he going to keep his promise. Patton and Virgil had gotten distracted on the way, and Logan, being so fixated on the current exhibit they were in, quickly lost the two in the sea of people. Virgil had only just begrudgingly told them about his issues with anxiety. Roman really hoped he was okay and didn’t think they’d just ditched him and Patton. He wasn’t keen on losing the emos' friendship so soon. Despite his annoyance of the day, it soon had flown by. Whilst leaving the museum through their gift shop, he couldn’t help but see some stunning crystal jewellery. And then witness the robbery of the exact beautiful jewellery in question. “Come on Lo! We gotta stop it!” Grabbing Logan's wrist, he triumphantly gave chase, despite the poor geek's defiance.

“I’m sorry Roman, but what the hell are we chasing?!” “The thief!” “What thief?! We’re gonna be late for the bus- Whoa!”

Swerving past a sharp corner, they slammed straight into their seatmates, who were, unfortunately, holding ice cream. Whilst Roman and Virgil had had a minor collision, Logan had practically flung into Patton's arms due to momentum, leaving little protection available for their frozen desserts. Roman and Virgil had remained standing throughout the crash, but Patton and Logan weren’t so lucky, sliding onto the floor together in a messy heap. “Roman, what the hell man,” Virgil was only partially worried about the ice cream, anxiety peeking from the sudden scare but not yet fully processing everything. Patton on the other hand, was a bit more concerned about the wrong issue. “My ice cream!” “Sorry Patt! We’ve got a robber to catch!” Panting, Logan slowly but silently got up and glared at his supposed best friend. Once up, he offered his hand to the other bespeckled boy, who took it whilst still mourning the loss of his sugary meal. Today was quickly brought back to bad for Logan as he snapped at his brash friend. “Roman, who are we chasing, and why did you drag me with you?! I was perfectly content looking at the geodes they had on display at the gift shop.” Roman’s grip slowly loosened on the purple boy once he realised how much he held onto him. Taking the most regal, brave pose he could, he announced, “We’re chasing a robber who stole some crystal jewellery from a small company that provides them to the museum!” “Do we have to, Princey?” Virgil just wanted to go home at that point. “Come on! We’ll be like the power rangers!”

Soon, all four of them were in on Roman's idea, somehow. Logan had no logical explanation why. It didn’t make sense to him, but here they were. And here they were, following his plan due to his knowledge of the museum's layout. He’d constantly played strategist as a kid, to connect with his father when he was home, so much so that he’d become actually good at it. Roman was the individual who had chased down this robber, due to his track experience. The rest spread out and waited at certain points, cutting pathways off and hopefully cornering them at a final, walled-off location if his plan was followed correctly, which left just Roman to confront the thief. Standing next to the dinosaur fossils now his role was over, Logan could only hope Roman wasn’t a complete overconfident dumbass, and actually knew what he was doing. He didn't want to play a hand in his closest friend's death.

“Halt you thief!” Roman had the person and their cartoonishly oversized cloak and hood completely cornered. “I suggest you return those dashing pieces of jewellery before going on your way!” He hadn’t even noticed the ranger pose he assumed yet again, or how the stranger's hand began to glow a red colour after his heroic proclamation, or even the stranger's sudden concern at the new glow from his hand. “You’re out of your depth kid, you don’t know what these things can do.” The voice definitely belonged to a man, and was strained, as if they hadn’t spoken for years. He could only be more intrigued as he approached the stranger, a sense of familiarity washing over him like a river of nostalgia. Roman softened his fake hard exterior. “Hey, just give the stuff back, and I’ll be out of your hair, alright?” His hesitancy of violence was only met with a strike to the ribs, barely blocked by him. He didn’t want a fight, they were late enough as is, and him being hurt would drive Logan insane. “If you don’t give it back willingly. I’ll just take it back!” He warned, clasping the stranger's fist containing the jewellery in his hand. His fingers dug into the man's fist, attempting to pry it open enough for a dive-and-pinch approach he’d just come up with on the spot. As he strained, Roman looked back up at the stranger, now with a clear view of his face. The stranger was definitely a he. It was eerily similar, being lit by green and red light from somewhere. A face similar to his own. A face that littered his home's halls, covered partially by his recognisable grey hair streak and moustache that was never found on his own face. “Remus…?” Everything went black.

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Leave it to me to continuously forget this exists in terms of posting, huh? I really should set alarms to post this thing... - Sparrow

[blankslatetv]

Casting Call: Midwestern [Emo] By Night

Sup People!

I'm looking for five players for a Vampire the Masquerade actual play called Midwestern [Emo] by Night.Set in the fictional Midwestern town of Finks, YOU, the potential player, will be playing a newly embraced kindred at the height of what is being called Gehenna. But that's not important, what is important is that you have been dragged to office of the Baron...after committing one too many fuck ups?

Thematic elements come from: Freaks and Geeks, Napoleon Dynamite,  Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, What We Do in the Shadows (2014), Daybreakers.

Timezone: Eastern Time Zone (UTC-05:00) looking for 2-3 hours per session. Games will always be After 5pm EST

More details and How to Sign up Here: https://forms.gle/JZcMbjPeEHutHb1X6

[azlovesem]

What else is fun around hers? Sup nigga ehats goin foen ots samu uuu i L. Hi ding bat im Azriel. Remember the fuy wgo booted your region into hell???? Temember me nogga??? Anyway you were great in Jackie Brown these shitty fuckn marvel movies are bread n butter we all lnpw geeks ate etupud and will watch anything. Hear that lame i introduction i did for dr doom. The movies a turd i read the script but i bpught a new house. And its gonna burn down who cares. Its toadt i dont rven give a shit at this point.

IRON MAN 2 (2010) dir. Jon Favreau

[second-chances-are-hot]

Sup. Name's Al or Alice depending on what vibe I'm feeling. I'm 23, gender fluid, and the proud resident hooligan of anywhere I happened to be crashing. I threw a dart at a map and I guess that means Hatchetfield is where I'm crashing right now. Heard it had a decent weed farm, so at least the place seems pretty cool. If you see me out and a bout feel free to say hi I guess. Unless you're a cop. Then don't fucking talk to me.

Ooc Under The Cut

Hey it's Ace (she/they/he). My main is @all-for-geek if you're interested. Some NSFW jokes are fine, but nothing too explicit. If it crosses a line I won't respond to it. That goes for anything that rubs me the wrong way. I try to keep me to blogs fun, so if it gets too heavy don't take it personally if I don't respond.

Al is open for ships!

[phone4pills]

BITE YOUR PENCIL sub!Matt x popular!Reader

p in v, riding, dominant reader, submissive Matt, cheating, smut, use of y/n, suggestive, longgg

“Yes, y/n, I gave you a D. If you want to pass any of your finals this year, I suggest you get yourself some help.” The teacher told you while the last few students left the classroom. You didn’t know what to do, your grades were slipping and your parents warned you not to let that happen.

When it came to school, you weren’t the brightest. But that didn’t matter to you an awful lot because you were popular. However, as of recent, it seems that your grades were dropping below average. It was getting closer to the end of the school year and you really needed to bump up your score to at least a B.

Your Dad was too busy running a million dollar business while your mother traveled the world. And your boyfriend wasn’t the smartest either. He was only at high school for sports.

All in all, you had no idea what to do.

Your boyfriend threw an arm around your shoulder. He could tell you weren’t really eating. “Sup, sweet?” He looked down at you, ruffling your hair a little. You swatted his hand away. “Nothing, just mad at my teacher.” You huffed.

He tutted, taking your fork and picking up a piece of pasta, flying it in loops towards your face. But you shook your head, not feeling like eating. He shrugged. “Don’t mind if I do.” And the fork switched directions towards his mouth, he hummed slightly at the taste of your food. Not surprising considering the boy would eat anything.

“Look, I know you want better grades. I don’t know why… but I have a brother in the year below. ’s a real geek. I’m sure he’d help ya out if I told him to.”

You immediately shook your head, your mind spiralling at the thought of having a junior practically tutoring you. But your boyfriend argued. “Well if you wanna whine about it you must be desperate. Just do it, I’m tired of your sulking.” You released a heavy sigh. Maybe you could give this junior one chance. At this point you had to take any help you could get.

“Hey, sweet.” Your boyfriend opened the door to his house, his mum wandered into the room. She had a smile on her face. You two greeted each other and you were led upstairs towards his brother’s room.

Once the two of you were stood in front of the door, your boyfriend opened it to reveal the boy sketching away at his deck. He turned his head quickly when he heard the door open, shooting a surprised glare at his brother. “I told you to knock.” He half-shouted, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“I told you not talk to me like that!” Your boyfriend retorted angrily. The boy in the room lowered his head, playing with his pencil. He was cute. Nervous, but in a different way. In an innocent, likeable way.

You let go off your boyfriend’s arm. “It’s okay, babe. You should get back to whatever you were doing.”

He left with a quick kiss, his brother stood up and gave you a little wave. “I’m Matt. You’re uh… y/n right?” You gave him a nod and the two of you got to studying.

“Yeah so just convert it into a fraction if you wanna make dividing easier.” Matt said as you stared at the squared paper. You reached to your left to grab your pen without looking, but you found that your hand landed on something completely different.

Matt’s dick.

Your fingers quickly flew off the spot, your face forming a look of shock. “Oh my goodness I’m so sorry, I didn’t know-” The boy waved his hands, assuring you that it was fine but you could tell it wasn’t. His cheeks turned feverishly red and his eyes darted all around the room as he bit down on his bottom lip.

As you continued to study, Matt’s words became more and more unclear with each stutter. His hand was far too sweaty to hold his pencil correctly and every number he wrote in your book could easily resemble a hieroglyph.

Your eyes flitted down to where your hand landed accidentally. A very apparent bulge was growing in his trousers. Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. You sighed and turned towards Matt. “Look we don’t have to finish this today. Unless… maybe you want some help relieving that stress.”

“What do you mean?” Matt says, leaning closer to you so your faces were aligned, meet inches between them. “I believe you’re cute… and smart and helpful and I think maybe I could help you.” You didn’t know what he was going to say. You knew he was shy and probably just wanted to study. But you had to try. You had to make sure he knew what you thought.

Before you could say something else, his lips found yours in a deep kiss, knocking the breath out of you. You reciprocated the gestures, your hands finding the fly of his jeans. He groaned into your mouth, sending warm ripples of his submission down your throat.

You slowly pulled down his lower half of garments, fingers tracing the base of his cock that was pressed up against his stomach as he moaned. Matt pulled his head away throwing it back with a hiss when your finger caressed his pink tip, already leaking with small streams of his arousal.

“N-need… need you, please.” He whined quietly. His fingers tugged at the hem of your skirt for a second before his hand slid up your thigh to grab hold of your underwear. You played with his hair innocently, but your mind was slowly flooding with thoughts that were far from purity. “Help me get ‘em off, can you do that?”

He nodded quickly and pulled your underwear off, throwing them to the side. You straddled him, resting a knee on either side of his hips, slowly sinking down on his dick.

“F-fuck!” He whined, head falling into the crook of your neck. The grip of his hands on you waist was similar to that of a brick to cement. Only becoming more and more distinguishable when you began to ride him, basking in the feeling of his teeth in your skin,mapping every vein and ridge on his length that was deep inside of you.

“You like that, Matty? D’ya like it?”

He nodded into your shoulder so his ruffled hairs tickled your neck. But you weren’t satisfied. You wanted to hear him. You wanted to fall focus of his beautiful yet so dirty noises. He was like your personal fallen angel, unable to contain the sinful ideas on his mind. “Say it, Matt. Tell me how much you like it.”

A broken, horse groan escaped his throat. “I love it- mmh, I want more…”

Every bounce on his cock pushed Matt further and further over the edge. His hands grasped shamelessly at the roots of you hair, tugging and clutching in a hope to ground himself during the unhealthy high he was experiencing. His mouth dried up with each slap of your ass on his thighs. Your walls sucked him in, warming and pleasing every inch of what he had to give as his tip hit against your cervix like a hammer on a nail.

Within minutes his head flailed flat on your shoulder, eyes rolling back as he drooled onto the sleeve of your sweater. You felt the hot load of cum fill up your insides, warm trickles gracing your walls.

You pulled off him, cupping his face gently. His lips were slobbered in saliva and he could barely make eye contact. He didn’t know he wanted another round until your hand wrapped around his dick, thumb rubbing his bright pink tip before you palmed away at his throbbing girth. With this, he thrusted his pelvis upwards into your arousing touch.

Your fingers hastened their way up and down his so very sensitive length, causing his head to fall back and his eyes to litter tears down his blushing cheeks. Matt’s mouth hung wide open but no noises escaped. All that came out was a long train of radical breaths. You enjoyed watching him weaken under your touch, teeth eventually gritting down on the pencil he put in his mouth to try to remain quiet. He may have been tutoring you but you certainly jerked him dumb. “Thaaat’s right, bite your pencil Matt.”

When Matt felt the knot in his stomach pull apart, he hissed, lifting his head back up, only for it to fall forward so his chin dug into his collarbone. His second release shot out of his cock violently, coating your hand in strings of white slick. You sucked the warm, slightly sour liquid off your fingers before leaning closer to lick the rest off his crotch.

His bloodshot eyes watched in awe as you cleaned him up and when you were done you put your underwear back on while he sat frozen on the bed, eyes wide.

Then the two of you heard footsteps getting closer and closer. Matt quickly pulled up his boxers and jeans, re-zipping his fly and wiping his eyes afterwards. You grabbed your books and held them close to your chest, taking your seat on the bed and good metre away from him.

Then you leaned in for a second to fix his glasses. His eyes found yours in an entrancing gaze, which you only broke when the door opened. Your boyfriend walked into the room.

“How’s it going, sweet?” He pondered, leaning on the wall. You stood up, making your way towards him. “All good, Matt just finished.” You glanced back at him for a split second, his head hung low, eyes tracing the floorboards as he picked at his fingernails like he did when you first walked in.

“Cool, want me to walk you home?” The boy pushed himself off the wall, sneaking an arm around your waist. You nodded, giving him the go to lead you towards the door.

Right before you left the doorway, you spun your head back to find Matt staring at you. You gave him a wink and advanced down the hallway.

He sat with his head in his hands, fingers twirling the ends of his hair as he heard your voice get quieter and quieter. “Lemme go to the restroom first, babe. I’ll meet you at the door.” He heard you say.

Your boyfriend walked down the stairs as you pivoted back towards Matt’s room. When you walked in, you instantly caught his lips in a passionate kiss, sending cascades of lighting through each of his nerves as you pushed him down on the bed. Then you pulled away.

“Your glasses are cute by the way.” You whispered, leaving a stained kiss on one of his frames, before making your way to the restroom.

And when you were done in there you walked down the stairs and waving a quick goodbye to your boyfriend’s mom, and the two of you left the house.

Hey you guys! This one took a while so I’m glad you read it, this isn’t my only sub!Matt piece of work, @dykes4chris would know. You can find more in my MASTERLIST. Until next time!!

PART TWO

- ©phone4pills

[jojokillah]

Egy mára diszfunkcionális pótszeres antiszociális rémálmai

Part XI: Bleeding out

Ahh shit, here we go again.

Worst place in the world to be at: Another lonely anniversary.

Wish I could be laid back and keep up the act of the goofy gangsta.

Wish I could keep up the act of the generous geek.

Wish I could stop, get relief from a freak

Loved until an orgasm burned till everything's all bleak

I hold my gat in my on face on my profile pic

I write rhymes when music aint meaning shit. I better stop;

I dont bother. Fuck you all, no lover anymore no brother. No sister, no shorty, no princess of mine. No family no place to call home no more fucking fight.

The cause is lost.

My corpse got threw away. I wish I've been dead in fucking May.

I tried my hardest to join 27 Club. I almost made it, but there was no Heaven...

There was no Hell.

No light no Hellhounds.

Just the remains of my shattered fucking mind.

My body is half dead theres no fuckin doubt.

LOOK IN AND AT MY FUCKING EYES

Asymmetric. Binary inside.

I'm tired and dead. No laghter no cry.

I hate every fucking compliment they ever received. My blue fucking googles cant see, I'm decieved. Evey day I believe all fucking lies: dreams, hope, love that dough buys.

I tried. It does not buy shit. Except hard drugs.

Yeah, sup want smth? No closure.

I hope it feels fucking bad I butcher this whole weak verse. Nem bohóckodok már ezzel. A faszom legyen rapper, a gitáros palira mentek mindig a csajok akik kellettek.

Nem művészkedek, nem veszek ki belőle semmit. Pedig beleraktam mindent de belehaltam; ennyi.

De bár mehetnék tényleg innen a faszomba. De hova? Hova??

Nincs létállapot amit én nem jártam meg...csak egy háttérzaj a sztorim, benyomjátok azt megy. Ki se nyomjatok bazdmeg, bealszotok rám. Ezér tépjem véresre azt a szétkúrt szám?

Csíkkal, dopeppal, dzsóval tele fűvel. Woola cokeba forgatva amitől egy kicsit ül el. Aki velem szemben szemes falként fülelve..egy kurva köd kezet basz bele a kezembe. Rámarkolnék de megint csak a tenyerem közepe amihez ér monden ujjam vége. Bőrkeményedés.

A mictól, a pipetól, a pullup bartol. Vagy hogy ne érezze már ha érintést kap mástól. Elhiszem hogy szar velem lenni, mer én se szeretek. Mostanság a vénámba is vasst beverek.

Nem alszok.

Nem eszek.

Nincs esti mese gyerekek. Volt, de rágondolva a szívem bereped. A narrátor bereked, a főhős nyekereg.

Ismét faszkalap rímraktárt tereget.

Stop it already! Write like you used to..

How I used to? Yeah..drunk and depressed. Fuck that!

You forgot the pills.

I didn't bitch! I just ran out. Why?

Because it's a waste of time.

Because you abuse them so much. Full circle.

I want a circle pointed at my fucking mug.

BAM!

I should chill prolly. But thats not an option. Because I cant. My nervous system is ruined. If I try to nap I'm shaken awake.

Bennem a tél nyár lett, a nyár meg a tél. Rámolvad az alvadt vér és rámég a dér.

A faszom se fél..se nem áll mer a senkire vár. Nincs semmilyen kurva kapu ami nekem nyitva áll.

Csak Mitragyne. Ópium a bye. Majd a hullamra valaki a harmincas éveimben a padlón túladagolásban halottan talál. Ez a legvalószínűbb. Annyira unom a szavakat vagy mik ezek amiket folyton folyvást kopácsolok ezeken a telebaszott telefonokon amikből havonta hármat veszek. Meg a chatablakokat. Egy kurva hívást nem kapok max valami köcsög kérelmet a kessem után. Mert már az is van. Tessék, fasszopó papírdarabok bazdmeg. Akármennyi van:

Engem senki így se szeret.

Eldobható elfbar vagyok

Mér nincs elf strip bar hol under the bleachers szopnak ki angyalok? Mert így csak engem műfasszal szopatnak.

Rákényszerít a kurva élet, hogy olyat fogazzak...

Amit nem emészt meg az fix, nonbinaryt. Csinál a seb belőle ahogy a kislányaink...apa helyett fasztalan palik mellett nőnek fel!! Azt csodálkoztok csinaljak mit nektek nem nőknek kell!

De mindegy, az én kezemben már semmilyen lap nincs. Pedig egy ász pár nagy kincs..blackjack asztal sincs..sem a rulettkereket bámulva nem meredek. A krupié kezére hova gurítgat meg ereget kibaszott golyót

Az a fejembe kéne.

Ennyi, nyugi, vége.

Nekem is végem.

[the-eclipse-is-in-me]

We are gonna geek out about Nico di Angelo.

Sup safe.

@biggestqiblifan @permetutotheworld @aftonunknown5472 @star-dust-shark @massiveladycat anyone else that sees this!!!!

the og post was way too long so I'm making a new one

thanks for the tag @lombolica !! :D

You're stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery how safe are you

very safe

the worst thing that could happen is him being clumsy, so I think I'm alright (unless monsters find him I guess)

tagging (no pressure): @flaretheidiot @lemonic-whimssyy @wibbly-wobbly-blog @cryptidanathema @virtualunease @aurlworthfightingfor @angrysheep @sugarplumanderson @time-travelling-chaos @fateisnotafactor @monstrousmaws @sinfulauthor @idkaguyorsomething @vampireopossum and anyone who wants to do this!

[thedorkdisorder]

Geeky Good Friday

Happy Geeky Good Friday all. Easter weekend is upon us and I thought I would write about religion #easter #easterholidays #easter2023 #goodfriday #GeekyFriday #religion #belief #nerd #geek #dork #equality #understanding #openminded #mentalhealth

Sup ma Geeks, Nerds, Dorks and Dweebs. First off I’d like to apologise, I missed Geeky Friday last week, I can’t even remember why. I think I was busy, who knows, but here I am today. Hope your having a good Friday and have some fun nerdy plans for the Easter weekend. I do, I’ll be working on some Fan art to release on Easter Sunday and trying out some of the new art supplies I got for my…

[gravityknife]

Adventures of The 144p Progenitor

Introduce: The Zeddnought Cruiser

Story #6

"Kaishu," Ryoma murmured.

Kaishu didn't answer, being absorbed in his studies of hyperspace warp capabilities and wormhole travel.

"KAISHU!" Ryoma roared then sleazed. "Get your fat, doodoo a$$ over here, bro!... I rolled us up this fat f$cking dooooob, bro!"

"Remember what dad told us?" Kaishu tried to remind Ryoma, mothering him in a way.

Ryoma jested, "Duh-who? Dee— ayy— how do you spell their name? Doesn't compute."

He and Kaishu chortled.

"Ryoma, you're receiving a transmission from the USF," Kaishu noticed. He didn't want to be rude and share his opinion, but it was of his opinion that Ryoma was being negligent of what's important, and he was thinking dad would've grounded him, literally.

Ryoma didn't care. Ryoma was already hardened from a few battles, run-ins with pirates and strays from outlying vessels, and his personal experiences back on Earth.

"They can wait, bro! Come hit this with me," Ryoma said, smoking his oversized joint and holding it in until he coughed it out. "Kaishu, come on, bro... dad and the... USF cop squad aren't even doing rounds here, bro." He chortled.

Kaishu looked on at Ryoma, smiling and frowning at the same time. He wanted to maintain the hope that Ryoma would change his ways. He turned away from Ryoma and went back to his studies, hugging his ears between his broad shoulders so as to ignore him.

Ryoma stared out the front of the cockpit and blew smoke at it. He got lost in thought, then remembered Ka'eo, for some reason, having a vivid vision of him cross his mind. He also remembered some of the space cadets Ka'eo knew and affiliated with who hated Ryoma, and Ryoma mutually hated them in return. He went from giddiness to a very linear, focused concentration. He thought to himself why am I thinking of Ka'eo? What the f$ck has that n$gga been up to, anyway? He's probably thinking of me, too. Ho, sup bah! What?! You in da kine, Planet Fitness?

Kaishu turned to look toward Ryoma, sensing some paranoia settling in. He knew what was going to happen next from Ryoma, having a good connection with his brother.

"Brah, f$ck the govern-meeennnt, brah," Ryoma pidgin-smacked, spitefully and humorously. He started his blow torch up again to relight the doobie.

Kaishu didn't bother saying anything, despite wanting to tell him again that they were lucky to be in a space ship after their dad pulled some strings to help them fly. Kaishu noted Ryoma's speech pattern meandering back to the Hawaii days. He thought of Ka'eo, briefly.

Ryoma spat, "Ka'eo would be jealous of us if he saw where we are now. Yeah, Kaishu? We're f$ckin' winning in space, bro! You, me, and the geek freaks." He chuckled to himself, then had a round of coughs.

Kaishu imagined the image that Ka'eo had designed in Photoshop from the high-school days. It was a space-themed edit of Ryoma's face, crossworked with glitchy effects. Kaishu had mixed feelings towards Ka'eo because of his brother, but his allegiance remained with his brother, Ryoma. After all, Ryoma and Kaishu survived together through the academy process, as well as through all the space battles.

"Don't say that, Ryoma," Kaishu said, quietly, in reference to the geek freaks comment. He chanced, "The geek freaks will hear us."

They both snickered together.

"But they are! Kaishu! They're f$ckin' freaks, bro. I love 'um, but they're weird! I saw Ruiz, the other day, full on picking his a$$ in the corridor. I was watching him on the live feed. Dude was doing that, then didn't wash his hands, and Jonah was sitting in the cafeteria room, when Ruiz walked in and he shook his hand, and sat down next to him like he didn't just shove his fingers in his butthole," Ryoma informed.

"That's gross, Ryoma," Kaishu said, looking at him with a slight grin on his face. Kaishu still wanted to know more. His brother was extremely good at making way for rumors in the form of good stories.

Ryoma resumed, "Yeah. Ruiz smells like a$$, bro! He's never taking showers, he just goes straight from his room to the commons, then goes and polishes his weeaboos in robotics. Stupid, fat f$ck, bro. How can he be Japanese and Mexican at the same time?"

Kaishu laughed at the sudden detour in Ryoma's focus. "That's so gross, Ryoma. And what's wrong with being Japanese and Mexican?"

"He's weird, bro! I hate his f$cking dumb name and his ripped a$$hole walk that he does around the ship. F$ck Ruiz, bro! Brah! F$ck Ruiz, brah! For real kines, brah!" He ranted, then shifted his mood into wonder. "Bro, what if—"

"Ryoma, stop," Kaishu said, going back to his studies. He telepathically relayed the worse that could happen onboard into his brother's opened mind.

"Yeah, I know," Ryoma said, leaning forward in his seat, clicking the torch button to relight again. He burnt his finger on the button. "F$ck!" He exclaimed to himself sourly, sucking on the tip of his finger, then wiping it on his pants.

"Ryoma, answer the transmission," Kaishu instructed.

Ryoma maneuvered his seat close to the cockpit control panel, sliding it into a locked position. "Kaishu!" Ryoma barked.

Kaishu ignored him, knowing he just wanted to get even for the seeming attitude of superiority. Kaishu looked up at Ryoma, innocently, to ease his anger.

Ryoma watched Kaishu with suspicious eyes, but didn't feel aggression. He then immediately turned himself toward the panel and completely engaged in the comms. "Alright, let's hook this fakka up, then! Hook 'um awp like this, riiight here, baddah, watch, Kaishu," Ryoma said to himself, scrolling the touch screen to the USF Communications board. He went silent, scrolling from one page to the next, trying to find the recent transmission. "Eh!" Ryoma amused.

"Ryoma, just hit the flashing button up top, and make sure you set it to the overhead speaker. I want to hear it too," Kaishu guided in a soothing tone.

"Eh, brah!" Ryoma chortled. "Was wondering, brah, how come dis ting no stay on my da kine, brah!" He laughed in weed-high. He flipped up a panel switch hood then switched a toggle, causing the above panel to jut out and ease down closer to him. It slightly blocked his view of the window, but now he gained more ease of access. "Deya we go! ... Braddah Kai-shuuuu!"

The transmission abruptly started, booming from the overhead speakers. It was a USF command ship officer hailing them and giving them a directive: Greetings, fellow earthling cadets. We've marked the MacKalla asteroid that has a space station located on it, the MacKalla T-Rover Space Station—"

Ryoma laughed then interrupted mockingly, "MacKalla T-Rooohhh-veeerrrr." His interruption ceased the broadcast automatically.

"Ryoma, quiet, let it go," said Kaishu. Kaishu had a quick premonition that troubled him, but he felt confident in his training, skills, and knowledge.

Ryoma continued to chuckle to himself, finding the names of space stations to be as silly as everything the government named on Earth.

The transmission resumed: Station, one that we established for the purpose of experimenting with biological, chemical, and geological findings, as well as engaging in the processing of biofuels and various chemical compounds. This station was—"

"Kaishu! We're f$ckin' pros at all that sh$t, bro! They're going to send us to a f$cking goldmine of opportunities, aren't they?!" Ryoma gushed.

Kaishu got annoyed and hushed Ryoma, telling him, "Ryoma, shizukani!" He pressed his index finger against his lips, rotating his seat left and right, focused down into his computer table.

Again, the transmission resumed: "Was recently located by a USOF-certified vessel named The 144p Progenitor. Their findings were disturbing, to say the least. There are no known humanoids aboard the station. We are ordering you and your crew to extract any remaining data from their Communications Array, preferably from a distance. If you can do this remotely, your odds of survival near the asteroid increases by 75%. Should you choose to land there, an unknown anomaly, traited as aggressive in its physical behaviors is present. You do not have permission to eliminate any personnel, nor the anomaly. If you understand our directive and are ready to embark, ping us your current location and transmit an approval message. Do be expedient. We thank you and your crew, Zeddnought Cruiser. Captain Raymond Borges, USOF Command, over and out."

"Over and out!" Ryoma mocked, saluting the ceiling. He impacted, "Broooo, he said, 'do... be... expedient!' Brooo, Kaishu," Ryoma relented in surprise. "What do you think that means?" Ryoma started to feel paranoid again, thinking they know I'm f$ckin' smoking the reefer. They're going to bust us! No, wait, positive vibes only. I do not accept the negativity of the USF patrol. They are not aligned with my path.

Kaishu laughed. "Ryoma, you're overthinking what the captain said. All you have to do is ping your location and transmit an approval of mission."

Ryoma flipped around in his seat toward Kaishu and cried dramatically, "No, Kaishu! I've never had to ping location before! Why do they want our location, bro? I think they're going to f$cking bust us! F$ck! Kaishu!" Ryoma was becoming very unchill. "No. Kaishu! What if we transmit the signal and then ping them when we're already at the asteroid? If we do that, we'll already be there! They won't bust us if we're already there, doing the space community and the USF of the cosmos... a great service, of course!" Ryoma dramatized, though his rationale was clear enough.

"Ryoma, we've had to ping our location before. We did that before surfing this spot, too," Kaishu consoled gently.

Ryoma paused to think, taking a serious look on his face. His eyes lit up, and he went manic. "You're right!! Kaishu. You're right!" He laughed in weed-high, "Ahah-ha-haa! Let's go, Kaishu!" He pushed toward the mission, focusing completely on the next destination. He mocked a professional tone. "We're going to MacKalla T-Rover! Pinging location now! Zeddnought Cruiser, up and out, Captain ah-ra-ra," Ryoma gushed, chuckling. "We're in the pipe! Expedient! In the pipe, sir! A smoking ten-four!"

"Five by five," Kaishu added, smiling, trying not to laugh.

Their ship's thrusters heated up and adjusted itself, yaw, pitch, and all angles, onto the safest course to the MacKalla asteroid. It boosted forward in great force.