#super bowl li

[caffeinated-chaos-bean]

Huuuu I should be putting this on my rant blog, but its also something that I'm passionate about.... so I feel its more fitting to put it here than over on my depressing, anxiety-filled rant blog.

Look. I'm going to give Usher the benefit of the doubt and say it was nice that he paid homage to Michael during his halftime show. There's... things I've heard that don't sit right with me regarding his upcoming tour name.... but that's not the topic of this post.

What this is about would be the rewriting of history. The attempt to act as though one man is better than the other, the one man has only just now achieved the impossible of reaching the most views during the Halftime Show when that simply is not the truth; that is a both-faced lie through and through.

Usually when you see people adding context and facts on Twitter, usually its just one link. Maybe two if you're lucky.

In this case, we have FIVE different sources to prove this is a lie. Dating even to the ORIGINAL 1993 New York Times article that stated what Michael's Halftime ratings were. The original.

To spare you from having to get a subscription to read the article, and saving myself from doing the same, above is a screenshot from Popcorned Planet's coverage of this horrendous attempt to rewrite performance history. Andy Signore has a subscription and was able to open the 1993 article, and above is a screenshot from his video.

This is the original. The original context. Right here.

Michael's 133.4 million viewers compared to Usher's 129.3 million and yet Usher was the one to suddenly hold the highest-rated and highest-viewed halftime performance???

I think not. Don't let this misinformation and the media's lies win.

[galerians07]

yall did we not get this scene that they showed in past trailers?.... sad to see him not get his wall of comically large swords.

[igottatho]

People are submitting complaints to the FCC regarding the Zionist ad that ran during the stupid Super Bowl. If you’re in the US and able/ interested, this could be a good strategy to apply.

The game started around 6:30 EST, 3:30 PST, and the commercial aired in between 7:20-8:45 sometime. I don’t have more info than that sorry. Maybe if another does they can put it in the comments

[bigirlsdontc5y]

Sam + Cate are in The Boy’s Super Bowl commercial. 🤞🏾other Gen V characters show up in season 4.

[alethiometry]

is love island good tv NO is it entertaining ALSO NO will i continue to watch every new episode that comes out until itv runs out of money YEAH

[vibezzonerrythang]

Shannon Sharpe calls out Mike Epps, calls him a lie and says when he sees him in person it’s up and it’s stuck!!! 👀🔥 | Nightcap 2.12.24

[kdsburneraccount]

Dan Quinn defense getting cooked in the postseason this is nothing new

[neverendingford]

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[eightbitpanda]

Tecmo Super Bowl Chun Li Mod by - Chewie

(Street Fighter 6)

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

FEFERI: WAIT OK T)(IS IS MY B-EST ON---E.

FEFERI: Okay so I used to )(ave t)(is beta fis)( named Leonard Co)(en w)(o lived in a bowl on my desk. )(e was t)(e only pet I )(ad as an adult.

FEFERI: I switc)(ed jobs and took )(im wit)( me and t)(en like a mont)( into my new job )(e died, and I M-ELT----ED DOWN. I was like super attac)(ed to t)(is fis)( and it was like a w)(ole t)(ing.

FEFERI: So my reely nice coworkers were like,

ARADIA: "d0 y0u want t0 have a funeral f0r the fish"

FEFERI: And I said yes, all sobbing and sniffling like a s)(ipwreck.

FEFERI: So we all trooped into t)(e bat)(room and we crammed into t)(e )(andicapped stall and my coworker gently dumped t)(e fis)( in t)(e toilet and was like,

ARADIA: "w0uld y0u like me t0 say a few w0rds"

FEFERI: And I said yes, and s)(e was like,

ARADIA: "here lies le0nard cohen. he was a g00d fish wh0 br0ught j0y int0 a l0t 0f lives"

FEFERI: So I'm sobbing into my coworkers' s)(oulders as all of t)(em go around in a circle and one by one t)(ey eac)( say somefin nice about my dead fis)(. And t)(en suddenly we )(ear a voice from t)(e next stall go,

KARKAT: "WHAT THE *FUCK* IS GOING ON????"

[nqctar]

super stressed

이찬영 / anton lee ★

pairings: cg! anton lee x f!little reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. synopsis: cg!anton comforts his stressed little after they become too overwhelmed with college. warnings: nonsexual usage of 'daddy.' no major warnings apply. dni: you sexualize little space. requested by @graceslittlecorner ♥︎

"oh my god," you mumble. "i'm losing my mind." there are homework papers scattered everywhere on your desk and the floor, textbooks stacked on top of each other lay dangerously close to the edge, and the study music you put on loop hours ago started sounding like nails on a chalkboard a few minutes ago.

you weren't usually this unorganized when studying, but midterms were scarily close. everything college related was going good so far, and you were terrified of messing it up.

it had been weeks since you regressed. you felt as if you had no time to do so, and a part of you convinced yourself that you needed to give anton a break. anton on the other hand, was concerned. he subtly tried to get you to regress by putting on cartoons while you two sat in the living room, and "accidentally" leaving your stuffie lulu on the bed with your paci next to it. unfortunately, his attempts were futile.

while lost in thought, you hear a knock and out of the corner of your eye you see anton peeking in, pushing a few books you threw by the door out of the way as he opens it.

"hi love, i brought you some fruit." his tone is sweet, you notice he's speaking to you in his caregiver voice. you smile at him and whisper a 'thank you,' as he sets the bowl on an empty spot on your desk. "how's studying going?" you look at the mess of homework and books everywhere and let out a sigh. "perfectly fine! i have everything under control."

anton can tell that you're feeling overwhelmed. even though he wants to cuddle you and help you slip, he doesn't know if now is a good time to ask.

while trying to reorganize things, you realize one of your homework papers is now missing. you start shoving things off your desk and try your best to not start crying. tears cloud your eyes and you can feel a lump in your throat. "where the hell did i just put my homework?" you whine, letting your tears fall.

anton watches you silently, wondering what's going on.

"is something wrong, bunny?" that nickname sets you off. you didn't want to be big and deal with stupid tests or homework anymore. you wanted your daddy.

tears begin falling down your face faster than you realize, and before you know it anton's cradling you in his arms. "you're okay, just breathe." he says, running his fingers through your hair. "what's wrong baby, hm?" his voice is laced with concern, he knows what’s going on but chooses to let you tell him first.

“so stressed about everything, daddy…” you mumble into his chest. he places a kiss on the top of your head and coos. “i’m sorry things have been so hard for you, babygirl.” anton runs his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe your sobs.

“you know you can tell daddy anything, right?” he whispers to you. “any problem big or small, and i’ll help you the best i can.” you look up at him through teary eyes, a slight blush appearing on your face.

you pout. “didn’t wanna bother you. you’re too busy.” anton shakes his head no, and smiles softly at you. “i’m never too busy to take care of my baby. daddy is always gonna be here whenever you need me.” anton wipes a few fallen tears out of your face and then in one motion, scoops you into his arms.

“don’t worry about your homework for now. let’s take a nap, hm?” you nod your head, making a babbling noise in agreement.

anton lies down in bed with you, letting you rest your head against his chest. his heartbeat is almost like a sweet melody. it lulls you to sleep almost immediately.

anton, on the other hand, stays perfectly still as to not wake you. you hadn’t gotten proper sleep in days because of your studies. he hums to you as you drift off and rocks you gently in his arms. it’s the most serene you’ve felt in weeks, all thanks to him.

through sleepy eyes and a quiet voice, you whisper an “i love you,” to anton. right before you drift off to sleep, you hear his voice.

“i love you too, baby. sleep well.”

[lilykatelyn-blog]

heyyy can i request a fic where yall are having a sleepover and niki is super clingy and cuddly?

Ofc! I made this established relationship if you don’t mind! <3 I just love Niki so much 😭 he’s so cute 🥰

ꨄsleepoverꨄ

SEND IN A REQUEST

pairing: riki x reader

genre: fluffy fluff fluff galore

summary: you and your boyfriend have a sleepover together, and you get to see his super soft side that he reserves specially for you.

Read below the cut!

Your doorbell rang just as you got out of the shower. “Just a minute!” You yelled, putting on your pyjamas and slippers, running to open the door. “Riki!” You yelled, engulfing him in a tight hug.

“Hey Jagi! Can i enter? I come bearing snacks and looooveee.” He laughed, walking in while you hung onto him. You eventually got off him to get bowls, as you plated the snacks and talked, he snuck up behind you and back hugged you. “and then she- what are you doing?” You suddenly stopped speaking when he did. “hugging you, my one and only girlfriend/boyfriend.” He stated, putting his entire body weight on you.

“Babyyyyy, i need to mooovee.” “And I’ll move with you.” You softly pushed him off, watching as he whined and pouted. Moving you both to the couch, he then lied down on top of you.

“Rikiii,” you started then huffed. “At least put on the movie before you lie on top of me.” Wordlessly, he put on the show and you two watched it. After a while, you two switched positions and you went on top of him.

“Do aliens exist?” Just randomly out of the blue he asked. “Uhh, yes. You.” Pointing at him, you replied. “Uh- says you. You rat.” He scoffed. “Fine then I’ll get off you,” you teased, pretending to get up from your spot, but just as quickly as you did, he pulled you down. “But you’re my rat.” He whined, hugging you tight with his head in your neck. Giggling you kissed his cheek where it was exposed. Simply cuddling into you more, he pulled you in closer, probably about to fall asleep.

OnE hOuR lAtEr (SpongeBob voice)

you tried your best to softy get up from your place on top of him and turned off the tv. but to your dismay, you woke him up and he pulled you back to him. grumbling something that sounded like. “stay, go back to sleep.” and “goodnight.” you whispered a goodnight back to him and falling asleep on your boy <333

[maritiiny]

Minsung fanfic recommendation part 2

I'm back with my monthly minsung recs > <

again, please always read tags and every story here has mature content!

Hoodie Season by Teasweet - every time jisung wears minhos thing (hoodie) minho goes crazy and jisung as the biggest brat he is uses this for his own good. (the author has locked profile for those who isn't registered in ao3 so if you don't have account txt me on Twitter @.maritiiny and I'll give you pdf)

One too many drinks by ReadingCandle - oh, oh! This one was my absolute favourite. I love it when two dummies in love instead of talking about their feelings they hook up with others to make them jealous. and minho let's jisung to be that kind of dummie until he isn't and read to find out what happens next!

Ruining the Frat Boy: A Guide by Lee Minho by hanahneedssleep - I never mentioned it but (i did millionth times) i LOVE when top seems softie and comes out as absolute maniace lol. frat boy jisung thinks he can top minho but ends up under the absolute mercy of lino (mind you author said it was their first fic and it's one of the best fics i ever read)

Super Bowl by foxiyeny - read it at your own risk T^T misnug public sex in front chan and binnie hehe (running away)

Let your love walk in by adisadastra - you know that jealous jisung is as hottie as jealous minho. from platonic blowjob to non-platonic sex.

Amongst the flock by Mntsnflrs - oh this one is angsty and it was little too angsty for me since i'm too sensitive erm... but yeee happy ending! at was really well written.

Would you make a wish on my love? by brittleheart - oh seems like i read some angsts (I usually don't) but if i did it was worth it! misunderstands and once again not talking about their feelings :( but again happy ending guys!!

The cat('s) boy by inariwife - ok forget angst do yall like hybrid fics? if you don't let me tell you something LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING! some maybe be cringe but this one and other I'll recommend later is good. did i ever lied? no! so read my lovely cat hybrid possessive minho and confused sungie fic!

Marking my territory by teorema - i never liked ex to lovers again but with minsung it starts to get my favourite trope. sungies jealous ex marking his territory that's it, that's the fic!

No more secrets by minsungstreet2514 - promised second hybrid fic where minho who hates to think he is owned by someone is in an open relationship with jisung and it takes one look on sungie's ex sex buddy, model like hyunjin to realize maybe it's not that bad to own and be owned.

happy reading! ><

see yall soon ( i hope)

[natt-writes]

whump prompts I live for

When Whumpee still acts fearless and unaffected, even after being rescued/escaping from Whumper, so their friends think they’re fine. Then one day whumpee is reminded of their time with Whumper and all there suppressed emotions start coming out and their friends are freaked out because they have never seen them cry before.

when caretaker and whumpee have been friends for years and have always trusted each other with literally everything, but after whumper broke whumpee down to nothing and filled their head with lies, they don’t know who they can trust. They flinch away from any kind of contact with caretaker and won’t tell them about their trauma or let them clean up their wounds. They keep telling caretaker they can do everything themselves, until one day they can’t and caretaker has to save the day, helping to rebuild that trust.

when whumpee is distant and cold but after being given drugs to help with the pain of their wounds (Forcefully or not), they are all giggly and unable to control their own body, so caretaker has to treat them kinda like a baby as they clean up their wounds and get them to bed all while whumpee babbles incoherently. (Bonus points if whumpee ends up confessing something to caretaker while drugged, especially if it’s that they love them.)

When the Whumper is trying to break Whumpees spirit, but whumpee keeps on making jokes and messing with Whumper, even while being tortured. That is, until things get a little too…intense and everything goes really silent and oh! Is that a tear I see? Now whumpee is sobbing and begging for the whumper to stop, unable to keep up their witty appearance and absolutely hating themself for it.

Whumpee has a huge fear of vomit but has gotten super sick and needs to puke up all the stuff in their stomach. They keep telling caretaker that they are fine, even though they obviously aren’t. Their face is glossy with sweat as they swallow, hoping not to puke. Eventually caretaker has to drag them to the bathroom and force them to vomit, (ie; touching their gag reflex, pushing on their stomach, describing gross things as Whumpee leans over the toilet bowl.) much to the dismay of Whumpee who is hating every minute of this, even though they know it’s good for them. (Bonus points if Whumper is the reason they are sick, like they gave them the flu or force fed them or gave them poison, etc etc.)

[unkownbee]

Eliza: Stop doing that.

Alexander: Stop doing what?

Eliza: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Eliza: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Alexander: Oklahoma City, bitch!

('Tis a joke. Ham would never swear at his lovely wife)

Alexander: Where did you get that tomato soup?

Eliza: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

(When Eliza's too tired to put effort into cooking actual food)

Alexander: So you like cats?

Eliza: Yeah.

Alexander: Tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off the table.

Alexander: You got a date yet Eliza?

Eliza: No.

Alexander: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Eliza: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Alexander: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

(She's mad at him because he swore in front of baby Philip and Angie)

Alexander: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Eliza meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

(I don't know if they would actually do this, but I like to believe they would <3)

Alexander: Snow got me feeling some type of way.

Eliza: That's hypothermia.

Alexander: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

(Eliza is very much concerned and trying to get him to go inside and sit in front of the fire)

Eliza: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Alexander: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

(Oh, it means everything <3)

Eliza: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Alexander: Okay.

Eliza: And make out during the scary parts.

Alexander: Th-

Alexander: The scary parts.

Alexander: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

(Yes, Alexander. She didn't stutter. The scary parts. Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl)

Alexander: I’m so tired.

Eliza: Did you get to bed late?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Did you do something strenuous?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Then why are you tired?

Alexander: I’m alive.

Eliza: Sounds exhausting.

(Eliza is right. Being alive is super exhausting 😔)

Alexander: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Eliza: Aww-

Alexander: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

(No, because he would definitely do this. You can't prove otherwise)

Alexander: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Eliza: That's great, Alexander. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 10 years and have 4 children.

(Ham just got back from drinking with his friends. He's drunk 😁)

Alexander, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

Eliza, confused: I mean, this is our house, so yeah.

Eliza: Alex, could we go shopping? All the snacks are gone.

Alexander: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

Alexander comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Eliza’s bedroom.

Eliza: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

Alexander: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.

Alexander: Lies on the ground and falls asleep.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: We're literally married, though???

(Again, Ham is drunk 😁👍)

Eliza: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Alexander: It was autocorrect.

Eliza: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me"?

Alexander: Yes.

(Yeah, that happens sometimes. Totally 👍)

Eliza: Alexander, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Alexander: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

(Again, Ham swore in front of the kids)

Eliza: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Alexander: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day.

Eliza: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

(And that's on those rare occasions that he actually does sleep)

Eliza: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Alexander: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: You mean ring bearER, right?

Alexander: ...

Eliza: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

(He totally is. As he should 😌✨)

Eliza: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Alexander?

Alexander: …Not really.

Eliza: Nothing?

Alexander: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

(And that, kids, is the true meaning of Christmas. Exploiting people into buying stuff that they don't really need under the guise of it being worth it. That also fits for Black Friday, actually-)

Alexander: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Eliza: Cenotaph.

Alexander: What?

Eliza: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Alexander: I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Eliza: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Alexander: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Eliza: So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Alexander: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Eliza: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

(I just thought this one was silly. I liked it)

Alexander: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Eliza: Steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to her knees and sob while apologizing profusely.

Alexander: That one. I want that one.

Eliza: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Alexander: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

[thewriterg]

𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬

pairing(s); jj maybank x gn!reader, pope heyward x gn!reader, jj maybank x pope heyward

summary; fall break was a time for you to relax week with no stress… and chaotically carve pumpkins with your boyfriends —flufftober day; 5–

word count; 450+

warning(s); fluff, mention of knives, jj stressing his partners out, pope trying to live without being teased every 5 seconds, pet names, kisses, and language

playlist; dream by salvia palth

A/n:—GIFs; @moki-dokie & @olisgifs— something super short today bc I’m really not feeling it

The sun shined down on your covered skin by the sweater that wasn’t yours the wind blew continuously in small cycles and continuous period of the cool wind and then a moment pure warmth that wasn’t overbearing like the summer months in outer banks

A whistle interrupted your thoughts along with the sound of a roaring motor as you were met with the sight of your boyfriends riding up to the porch of the Château that happened to be empty for the day

JJ finishing off his ‘bird call’ as he would say hopped off the bike kicking the stand down as Pope followed behind him a brown paper bag in his hand pressed against his sweater covered torso before you lifted from your spot with open arms

The blonde got to you first engulfing your frame before spinning you both in a circle your feet dangling off the ground then setting you down pressing a kiss to your forehead before you moved onto Pope

“Nice sweater” He hummed obliviously as you pressed a kiss to your cheek sparring him from the embarrassment as his warmed cheeks despite the cool winds

“Yeah? We’ll it’s yours” You smirked at the brown eyed boy as he gently snickered a small ‘of course’ falling from his lips

“Who’s ready for gut plunging!?” JJ questioned mocking the sounds of a chainsaw as he shook the car I no took that you had lied out on the towel you had placed on the ground and you could practically practically Pope rolling his eyes from his position behind you

“This, is why we painted pumpkins last year” Pope grumbled taking the sharp tools from the blonde hold who pouted in response before wrapping his l a n k y arms around the brunettes waist before swooping in on his neck and nipping at the skin of that wasn’t covered by his hoodie before he shoe’d the blue eyed boy away his face suddenly hot while you giggled at the sight

“We should get started then yeah?”

💌💌💌💌

“Is it supposed to look… like a cousin affair?” JJ questioned and you chuckled at the description peering over at the missed pre-portion Jack o lantern

“It’s… unique” You tried to comfort the blonde a laugh held back in your throat as you leaned you head on his shoulder careful not not to knock over the bowl of pumpkin seeds

“Uniquely deformed” Pope mumbled a small smirk on his face as the blonde looked up at him a offended gasp resting on his lips as he lied a hand on his chest and you inched away from the pair when you saw JJs hand slip into the bowl of pumpkin guts

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