#they're the wurst

[brainonthebox]

Beardsley in A Starstruck Odyssey is something else. Literally spending time re-organizing a company's finances and functions.

...but still Beardsley enough to rename the ship the Wurst Crew.

Because, of course.

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Do you have any cool things to tell us about eastern box turtles?

Do I ever!

There are a few things that make box turtles as a group pretty special. For starters, even though they're turtles, they are entirely terrestrial; they spend almost their whole lives on land and can't swim very well. Secondly, they're called box turtles due to their unique shells. In addition to being very high domed, the underbelly (or plastron) has a 'hinge' so that, when the turtle is frightened, it can pull its head and limbs in and close up its shell completely-- just like a box!

(Image: An eastern box turtle (Terrapine carolina) by Ben Wurst)

As for eastern box turtles specifically, they are the state reptile for Tennessee and North Carolina in the United States. They have an incredibly small home range, typically not more than a few square kilometers, but they have a very powerful homing sense and can orient themselves even when moved miles away from their habitat. Lastly, unlike many other turtle species, the best way to distinguish between males and females is by eye color! Males have bright red eyes, while females have duller brown eyes.

(Image: A male eastern box turtle by Rylie Strasbaugh)

[lazyneonrabbitt]

The fun has just begun

Daryl Dixon x reader

Two men snatch you away for some fun. Before they even get anywhere you and Daryl have turned the tables and have some fun of your own.

Warning: Turture. Mentions of sexual assault.

Daryl watched you from the path to where you sat crouched surrounded by high greenery.

When nature calls, you gotta answer and Daryl, being the gentleman he is would always have your six.

Just as your pants were back up again, though, you got jumped.

Daryl stalked the men who had you by the arms and legs, not engaging in case there were more and he'd be outnumbered. Getting you hurt worse just because he got cocky was not the way to go today.

You were dragged inside a storage building not far off, having caught glimpses of Daryl on your way and knowing you would be okay, saving your strength instead of struggling too much. Pretending to be a poor little girl would definitely help you in the long run, but taking them both on wouldn't end up well for you now.

Once inside you realised it was in fact just these two men. They had supplies and small bits of food laying around in the othwrwise empty place. One of them went off, mumbling about grabbing something from god knows where while the other one held you restrained.

You let out a sigh that had thr man laughing. "Oh don't worry, pretty lady. We'll be friends soon enough."

He didn't realize the sigh wasn't one of defeat. It was disappointment.

Daryl had taught you how to get out of this type of grip right when he started training you, he needed to know you could break free and run if he didn't get to you in time and by now you were a pro in it, being able to even get out of Abraham's grasp. With or without a little cheating that you profusely apologized for with a scavenged pack of cigars.

The unmistakable thud of a body hitting the ground made it to your ears and used the moment to get out of the man's grasp and knpck him out with a calculated strike. On success you couldn't help but bounce with a little cheer as Daryl came into view with the other man being pulled along.

"Wanna feed 'em to the walkers?" It was always an easy cleanup option for Daryl. Break a leg and toss them in a highly populated part of the woods only to go back and clear out the area later with a group.

But you had other plans.

"Well, since he's all tied up already you can set him up against the crate, I'll find this one a chair." Daryl's brows furrowed in confusion but went along with whatever you told him. He liked your wacky plans and they always had a positive outcome.

So the tied up and now gagged man was sat up against the crates, facing his friend who was waking up tied to a chair. Daryl took the groggy noise as his que to wake up the man by slapping his cheek.

"Yo, wakey wakey. Girl's got somethin' ta show ya." The man shook and struggled against his restraints with no luck and looked around in a panicked state.

"Ah, fun! Let's get going then, huh, Dee?" You were all smiles and cheer with the rusted kitchenknife in your hand, and all Daryl did was grunt and gesture for you to go ahead.

With a quick twirl of your fingers the knife spun in your hand before sinking it down into the man's hand and inspected it coming out underneath just beside the metal of the chair. "That's for thinking it was smart to grab someone when they're peeing." You yanked the knife back out and used all your weight to stomp your lifted foot down between his legs. "And that too." The man's screams were sure to draw the dead, but with all exits checked you knew you were fine.

All Daryl did was stare as you hurt the man, one one hand afraid of this side of you, but on the other hand feeling the undeniable effect you were having on him straining against his pants.

Daryl watched as you stepped off and went to grab something from your bag. He followed your every move until the man decided to call after you.

"You bitch!" Daryl's attention was back on the man, amused with the attempt to curse at you. "I'll cut your limbs off and use you as my fucking cum dumpster!"

Behind you the screaming only made you laugh, and the loud crack, scrape of metal amd thud only made you laugh.

"Oh? Joining in after all, baby?" You came back with your backpack and dug around while asking Daryl to please put the idiot upright again, which he did by grabbing him by the hair and pulling him back up. "Hmhm. No one threatens ta hurt mah girl 'n get away with it." Daryl made sure to give the other one who sat back a warning glare before stepping aside to let you do your thing.

You watched the blood run from his split lip and hummed in thought before perking up and grabbing an old scalpel.

"Now sit still or I'll poke out your eye. Okay?" You punctuated the sentence with a sweet smile as you squeezed your hand atound his jaw, digging your fingers into the spot where Daryl had punched him.

Keeping up the squeeze, you moved your other hand that held a box cutter to his forehead, pretending to measure and making a "hmmm" sound before taking the cutter to his skin, carving away while holding his head as steady as possible. It was harder than you expected so your finished work was really wonky, but it got the message across.

"Idiot?" Daryl chucked from behind you, moving closer to admire your work. "Yeah, I wanted to write dumbass, but that's got too many letters.

The man before you was shaking and whimpering in pain, blood running down his face, smeared across his chest and dripping from the hole in his hand.

"So, now what? You wanna do something?" You took a step back to be next to Daryl, who nodded with a soft "yeah" and went to grab a pair or pliers.

"Ooh, i like those! What are you thinking?" You watched as Daryl reached for the man's chin and pulled it down. "Thinkin' 'bout takin' sum teeth." The man before you squirmed and tried to shake his head out of Daryl's grasp but failed miserably, only causing himself more pain as Daryl punched him again. "There, loosened 'em up for ya."

Behind gou the other bound man struggled against his binds and fell to the floor with a thud, making you laugh. "Alright, you do pull some teeth, I'll go deal with the other idiot." You turned around with a huff and picked up the crowbar he carried before, giving him a quick, clearly unnecessary "this will hurt." before raising it above your head and bringing it down hard on his lower leg.

Daryl let out a frustrated grunt at the swuirming man in front of him, cracking the pliers against his temple to keep him from thrashing around so much. Where even did he get the energy? With a swift movement Daryl pulled down the man's jaw again and stuck the pliers in his mouth, clamping them on a tooth.

Just as he had it positioned right Daryl was startled by a loud crack and a muffled scream, making him pull back and yank out the tooth earning another loud pained scream. "Jesus, woman. Warn me next time will ya?"

You laughed and apologised, coming up behind him to kiss his cheek and go back to your own victim again. "Strike!!" You yelled before again bringing the crowbar down, on his other leg this time. The pained screams echoed through the hall before it went silent again as your floored guy passed out.

"Ah come on! Unfair.."

Daryl could only smile at his girl as he took some more of the man's teeth and tossed them at his friend at your feet. "C'mere, this one's still awake." He waved the bloody pliers at you and you accepted them with a huff and a pout. "Guess we gotta share you now, then."

You looked him over, pliers tapping at your jaw leaving a bloody stain on your skin. Your eyes stopped at his still uninjured hand and set the pliers on one of his nails, squeezing hard and pulling back in a quick motion earning you a scream of pain and the harsh clawing of walkers at the large hall doors.

"Tha's our sign ta leave. Tha' door ain't holdin'much longer." Daryl's hand rested on your shoulder to get your attention away from your victim, making you drop the pliers and turn to grab your stuff.

"Toss him at his friend and make some noise, please?" Daryl did as instructed and threw the man, chair included onto hos unconsious friend and went to clank some metal bits together to get the walkers outide even more agitated.

As soon as the door gave you climbed onto the large crates stacked high up to the windows.

"An' now we're stuck." Daryl watched you with his arms crossed, wondering how you were going to get out of this place now there were walkers swarming the floor but you were too busy watching your two new buddies get torn apart.

When you weren't able to see them anymore you turned to the windows, prying them open. "Fuck, help me break these.." You were struggling to break the hinges, together tearing them off and letting the window fall open entirely.

"Come on, we can get onto the roof from here." Daryl only grunted as he watched you climb through the open window and following you as you hoisted yourself up onto the roof of the building.

"Yer fuckin' crazy, woman.." His words came out in huffs, breathing heavy as he laid on his back but you couldn't deny seeing the glint of a smile on his face. You smiled back at him ans went to sit down, right on top of his hips. "Oh now don't go saying you didn't have fun down there." You stuck out your tongue with a wide grin on your face, letting out a yelp as Daryl pulled you down for a hug and peppering kisses all over your face and laughing.

"I love ya, my lil' psycho."

[cockedd20]

the first episode of a starstruck odyssey adventuring party is so funny because gunnie and sid are talking about how they don't really care about the red hot and they're so willing to ditch it for another ship, and by the end the wurst is one of the things they LOVE, it's almost part of the crew and they're so proud of it. they would never leave it behind

[scalpho]

norman takamori couldn't grasp the social side of climbing the ranks of the amercadian space brigade but happily threw himself into the cruelty and ruthlessness of it all. margaret encino knows people - she knows exactly when to push which buttons and how - and could've continued to make absurd amounts of money because of it but couldn't bring herself to stoop to uftp's moral low. they are, of course, both punished for their shortcomings. after losing the thing they'd worked for and the organisation they'd worshipped since they were young, they both become captain of the wurst. norman can't see a life without the space brigade, and so he resigns himself to misery and is determined to take his crew down with him. without uftp, margaret sees freedom and opportunity, and makes the most of it. to norman, his ragtag crew is a curse. to margaret, they're a blessing.

norman takamori's not made to be a leader; he's made to take orders, to be a cog in the machine, to lie down and take whatever happens to him, even when he does it bitter and angry. margaret encino's not made to take orders, but whether or not she's made to lead doesn't matter to her. if she wants something to happen, she'll bend the damn universe to her will for it, and she'll do it with a perfectly diplomatic smile. she's sharp and smart and could be cruel, but chooses to be compassionate and hopeful instead.

norman takamori lets things happen to him; margaret encino chooses for herself. he's the worst boss the wurst has ever had, and she's the best.

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chptr 17

It's been a while since I've last updated this fic, but here it is - the next chapter of The Butterfly Effect. Hope you enjoy! And thanks for everyone's lovely support with this story. Hopefully it won't be as long before the next chapter is out 🤞

No major tags for this one - minor angst, whump and a bit of family fluff thrown in!

💙💚🧡💛💜🐦‍🔥🚒

John was torn. Torn between all those who needed him. Torn between duty and love. But, in the end, the choice was easy. His place was on the GDF carrier headed for Auckland, at the side of his brothers and Grandmother.

The post-mission clean up (if it could indeed be called that), the press, and the rest of the world waiting on them, would simply have to manage. God knows, he was having to.

Hauling himself aboard, he gently touched the painted name of the carrier, before finding a vacant seat next to Tam.

"Welcome aboard!" Colonel Casey greets, over the sounds of the engines, and flicking of buttons.

Val had been good to them. As soon as she had a functional comms line up and working, she'd taken the initiative to pull strings with a number of contacts. Phoenix would be allowed the time off from their regular civilian jobs back home to help with getting International Rescue back onto their feet, if they so wished.

It was a unanimous 'yes.'

"We're here for as long as you need us," her words held a warmth befitting her honorary Aunt status. She'd squeezed his shoulder, before brushing a stray lock of hair out of Scott's face.

"Thanks," John sighed, with a gratitude that somehow furthered his exhaustion.

Although it was in the world's best interest to see International Rescue functioning again, as swiftly as possible; it was good to know that people had their backs when the chips were down.

Val made her way to the front of the carrier and a flutter of garish Hawaiian fabric filled the seat.

Gordon peered over the eldest brother.

"Hey there, Bird Bath! How's the head?"

A groan, but Scott's eyes remained shut.

"Gords..."

"The one and only!"

Scott could hear his brother's Cheshire Cat grin.

"As your brother, I feel it's my duty to tell you that that landing was...*raspberry* stinko, awful...I've seen Rigby land better!" He gave a thumbs down.

"Ah, save it! Yours is the one Thunderbird that doesn't fly," Rigby deadpanned, from the cockpit.

"Make him stop," Scott's hoarse whisper is mainly levied at John, but entreats any and all who can hear him.

"Gladly. Just tell me how," John smirks, finally letting his shoulders drop a fraction.

"Ah, don't be like that... Hey, I know what'll cheer you both up!"

"No."

"A good ole sea shanty!" Gordon whips out his pocket device.

"Veto."

"Aww, really John? Not even, 'Leave her Johnny, leave her?'"

"Especially not that."

"Fine. I've got you..."

A moment passes as Gordon scrolls, then taps; and the hangar bursts into song.

"Eurovision!"

Virgil reopens his eyes to the sounds of...wait, is that Conchita Wurst?

Oh God, Gordon - Rise Like a Phoenix...really? Phoenix. This was definitely Gordon's taste in music - and humour.

Virgil doesn't remember being hover-stretchered to the hangar, but it's good to hear the voices of his family once more.

"Stop your fussing. I'm fine,"

"I'll be the judge of that Mrs. Tracy."

"Matthew Eric Jones!" Grandma starts.

"She middle named me! Did y'hear that Mac? She middle named me!"

"Oooh! Now you're in for it!" Gordon's chimes in, clearly enjoying his inflight entertainment.

"I was a doctor-"

"-And now you're my patient. So, unless you're going to sign an AMA form, you'll sit back nicely, and let me do my job."

"Oooh, I like him." Grandma's voice concedes. "Fine. But if they keep me in, you're bringing the treats! And none of this basket of grapes rubbish. I'm talking chocolate and brandy - neat."

"It's a hospital, Grandma." John's voice reasons.

"And?"

"And you should know - better than most, that they're not gonna let us bring that in for you."

Grandma goes to fold her arms, then winces, with a concealed hiss.

"John. Kid. I'm old! Just stick it in a sippy cup and call it apple juice - they'll never know the difference!"

"Stop tryna...get John...into trouble."

It's a wonderful sound, hearing the deep rumble of baritone. Sally can feel a secondary tightness - one she could not attribute to her injury, leave her broken ribcage.

"Eh. Twas worth a shot." She offers up a warm smile, knowing he cannot see it - both her eldest grandsons sporting large foam trauma blocks; but she hopes he can hear the sentiment within her voice.

"Nice to have you back in the land of the living, kid!"

[deconstructthesoup]

Stories that Midnight Burger could absolutely cross over with, and how that would go:

Dead Boy Detectives: Either Midnight Burger's been bouncing back and forth between various places in the DBD/Sandman universe and the agency is charged with investigating it, or they just randomly appear to help them with a case that they're stuck on. Ava wants to know literally everything about how ghosts work, Leif makes the mistake of introducing Charles to all of his insane alien gadgets, Niko befriends all of the wolves in the deep freeze, Crystal gets advice from Caspar about becoming a better person, and Effie and Zebulon take one look at Edwin and decide that they have to give him some advice and kind words.

The Magnus Archives: Midnight Burger appears right outside the Institute---during which season? Who knows! All that matters is that they're there, and they are very eager to help these depressed academics navigate the horrors. Gloria takes advantage of Jon's Eye powers to ask him about all the great unsolved mysteries of the world, Caspar goes to sit in the deep freeze the second he learns about The Lonely, and Melanie and Ava immediately bond over some very heavy drinks. If Sasha's here, she and Gloria become fast friends, and literally nobody knows what to make of Effie and Zebulon. Tim and Leif unsurprisingly get along pretty quick.

Dimension 20: A Starstruck Odyssey: Midnight Burger appears inside The Wurst, and pretty much everyone goes "yep, this might as well happen." Leif is very eager to meet every single one of the corrupt organizations out there, and he and Skip are almost immediately fighting for custody over Gunnie. Sundry Sydney and Gloria become BFFs on sight, and Margaret spends the entire time subtly flirting with Ava. Also, Effie and Zebulon are a hit with Gnosis.

Leverage: Midnight Burger pops in and winds up accidentally interfering with a job, and they've gotta scramble to help out the Leverage crew before it completely falls apart. Hardison---and Breanna, if we're going by the Redemption crew---geek the fuck out over all of Leif's weird shit, Parker and Ava quickly realize that they match each other's freak, and Eliot and Leif end up trading weird stories while Caspar slams his head on one of the tables in the background. Gloria uses her "I started a revolution" skills to the extreme.

Hatchetfield: Midnight Burger shows up, fixes the timeline, and leaves. The Lords in Black are befuddled and incredibly pissed. Also, Miss Holloway and Duke wind up sticking around.

[b1gwings]

can you draw your choice of the wurst crew in an "intimidating" pose

initially this prompt reminded me of Gunnie. but then I thought about that scene in episode two where they're trying to intimidate that guy and just...absolutely do not.

[angelbitezzz]

Next one up: Day 6!

Short fic under the cut

"Oh! You wanna play basketball, Papyrus?"

"OF COURSE! THERE WASN'T A COURT BACK IN SNOWDIN, BUT FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN YOU ONLY NEED TO BE TALL TO BE SUCCESSFUL!"

The human on the picnic blanket snorts at his words, grinning and reaching a hand up in a grabby motion. Papyrus responds in kind and took her by the hand, pulling her to her feet.

"I guess you're right. But we can't just play by ourselves."

She casts a glance around to find their friends scattered in the park space they had set up on. Undyne speaks animatedly to Asgore, Sans is working the grill, and Toriel is fussing over getting sunscreen on her kid. Angel raises her hands to her mouth.

"AYO UNDYNE! WANNA PLAY BASKETBALL?"

Her head nearly snaps around 180 degrees at her words, a smug grin spreading across her face as she turns.

"WANNA LOSE?"

"Yeah, okay, whatever, GET OVER HERE!"

Undyne abandons her conversation with Asgore as she rushes to the court. The king merely grins fondly—not at all bothered at being left alone—and sidles over to the grill where Sans stands. Angel jogs over, taking an appreciative sniff of the food cooking and another appreciative look at the skeleton at work; his signature blue hoodie draped over a nearby bush in favor of his simple white beater shirt, exposing the bones of his arms, neck and collar area.

"What about you two? Basketball?"

"Oh no," Says Asgore, waving a hand. "I'm fine with cheering from the sidelines."

"What about you, bone man."

"ehhhh. last time i played, i stood around wondering why the ball kept getting bigger. then it hit me."

"Shut up!!! That's a total lie!" Laughs Angel, shoving him in the shoulder. "C'mon, you've been working hard at the grill this entire time, take a break!"

"not sure that counts as a break, pal. least this way i can stand around and look pretty. really making the best of my skillset here."

"SANS, IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR BONY BUTT OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, I'LL RELIEVE YOU OF YOUR STATION! FORCIBLY!"

"what, like, you'll take over the grill?"

"EXACTLY!"

Sans pulls his spatula closer to his chest, eyesockets narrowing slightly. The skeleton is lazy by nature, but the idea of his brother ruining perfectly good meats when they're almost done....

"fine, if you insist. just be warned, my dunking skills are the wurst."

"BUTT! HERE! NOW! AND WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S A LIE!"

"can you gimme a sec? it's almost—" "Not to worry, Sans. I can keep an eye on it for you." Asgore butts in, friendly as anything. Sans takes in the moment with a blank grin and gives up without a fight, handing the spatula over. Angel grabs him by the arm and tugs him towards the court.

"So do you really suck at basketball or are you just doing the lazy thing again?"

Sans just shrugs and grins, making her roll her eyes. By the time they've made it onto the court, Toriel has noticed everyone gathering and wandered over. She tugs up the sleeves of her t-shirt to expose more of her arms and smiles, flexing her (admittedly, pretty muscular) arm.

"Count me in! I could use the exercise!"

"Sweet! Teams are gonna be unbalanced, though..."

"NOT TO WORRY! I'VE ALREADY GOT IT FIGURED OUT!"

Papyrus pats Sans on the shoulder and puffs his chest.

"IT'S ME AND MY BROTHER (PLUS TORIEL) VERSUS THE REST OF YOU! BECAUSE LET'S BE REAL. UNDYNE COUNTS FOR SEVERAL MEMBERS."

"DAMN RIGHT!"

"Fair enough!"

Papyrus pulls out a basketball from somewhere, and the game begins. Immediately, Angel finds that, much like the many times she's had to play games with the monsters, things have very different rules. She's already not the most versed in sports—and she ends up spending most of the match watching Undyne and Papyrus go head to head with a ferocity she can only wish to match. And match she tries! It's hard being short in a basketball game, but stealing the ball can be easy if you're quick enough; and Angel is fast.

Then comes her first challenge—fucking Sans. Turns out the guy either used to play or is a very fast learner, because whenever she manages to get her hands on the ball, he's right there ready to snatch it.

"Dude!" Angel pants during a brief pause of the game, after a panicked confrontation that ended in the ball accidentally going haywire and into the nearby trees. "I didn't know I was playing with an athlete, Christ!"

"heh," Sans looks pleased, though something like sweat beads on his skull. "nah, i barely rim-member how to play, really."

"Terrible."

"you're smiling."

"Yep."

The game is on again. Angel gets lost in it, having too much fun to consider holding back. Life gives an opportunity—Only Papyrus blocking her way from the hoop. Brashly, in a move betraying her complete faith in her own terribly unathletic body, she rushes him. Time slows down. Papyrus crouches to ready himself to catch the ball, and she sees the answer so clearly, so so clearly...if she can push herself enough!

"oh shit—"

It's all the time Sans has left to speak before he reacts on instinct, reaching out with his magic and grabbing hold of her soul, hoisting her into the air on time with her jump. He hadn't really meant to help the enemy team—but a head-on collision with his giant ass brother would've left them both with bruises, and he hadn't even thought before using his magic to stop it. Well, the truly unhinged scene unfolds before them—Angel using Papyrus as leverage to push herself up, straining hard, until her hand hooks on the rim and the ball swishes through the net. Everyone gapes in awe. Sans drops his magic, but Angel stays on the rim, clutching tight as Papyrus stumbles and rights himself. There's a beat of silence before everyone starts laughing and cheering, wolf whistles from Undyne, clapping from Frisk on the picnic blanket. Angel laughs with them, and then another problem arises as her legs kick.

"Uh! Help me get down! I'm too high up!! Help! Help????"

[gaymer-hag-stan]

2004, 2007, 2008 - Rigged. Ruslana, Marija Serifovic and Dima Bilan all won because of Eastern European bloc voting

2005 - Rigged. Helena Paparizou won because of Balkan bloc voting

2006 - Lordi shouldn't win because they promote Satan worship through their music

2014 - Rigged. Conchita Wurst won because of LGBT voting / they're trying to force it down our throats

2015 - Måns shouldn't win because he's homophobic / Heroes shouldn't win because it's a copy of Descendants of the Sun (correct me if I'm wrong on this one; people were definitely saying that it was too derivative of a popular song at the time, I don't remember if that was its name)

2016 - Rigged. Jamala's win was political

2017 - Rigged. Salvador Sobral won because of his heart condition

2018 - Netta won because she was a joke entry. The contest is of poor quality / She is promoting overweight body types as the new standard (I'm not even joking, people actually said that)

2021 - Måneskin should be stripped of their title as champions because Damiano did cocaine

2022 - Rigged. Kalush Orchestra won because of the war

2023 - Rigged. Loreen won due to Sweden celebrating 50 years from their first win next year.

Can you STOP and take a moment to realize how ridiculous you all sound?

And yes, these are all things people actually said at the time, in case you don't remember or forget easily (or out of convenience)

[longbobmckenzie]

Season 6 Volume VII Thoughts

Okay, gangbang is cancelled. These boys are Not It™️. Well, except Andy.

Thoughts on the Boys

Hamish is the wurst. Honestly I'm not entirely surprised because he always did kinda look like a trust fund baby to me, but I'm sad for the people who were looking forward to him

Marshall's chat is dryer than the toast he makes. Ugh. I was excited for him because looks-wise, he's HOT. I want him to rail me. I had the hottest idea for him in the gangbang fic idea. But it's amazing how fast I soured on him.

Francis is exactly what I expected. Ew.

Andy is... really nice and sweet and precious. To be protected at all costs - therefore I will not couple up with him only to break his heart.

Other Thoughts

Me entering Casa, meeting the boys: "Hmm, something someone's missing." Honestly, having a separate date on the roof with Marshall was so weird

Also, Marshall sure mentioned being TWINS with Ozzy a whole lot of time, despite Ozzy never mentioning having a twin, and despite the assets indicating that Ozzy is 24 and Marshall is 27.

Same goes with the Ozzy story, like yeah I believe Ozzy fired him, but I don't believe Ozzy was a snake. It just seems like they wanted different things and Ozzy wasn't happy with the way Marshall was handling him. I trust Ozzy

I didn't actually take the gem scene to learn about Elliot and Grace but I heard afterwards and lol. Grace, girl... That whole situation is a mess

FB's obsession with celebs continues!

Okay, MC and Grace both seeing Marshall for the first time and thinking it was Ozzy? Um, beard and tats? Hello? FB, stop it with the twin identity crisis thing, please, I beg you. They're clearly different people. Also interesting how Grace didn't mistake us for Amelia this time, she's learning!

Another day, another special chat with Amelia. *yawn*

Okay, I'm just going for Marshall at every opportunity because I want the D, but HOW COME YOU CAN DO BITS WITH ALL THE OTHER GUYS BUT NOT HIM!?! Seriously. I checked the scripts and Marshall is the only one with a unique scene, the other boys all share the same one. Rude on so many levels.

Theories under the cut

Marshall is lying about being twins. He says it too much, so I think he's just trying to somehow gain sympathy with MC.

If you pick Marshall to share a bed with, Amelia starts to say he's the one she wanted to share with. She doesn't do it for the other guys. I think she'll bring him back if neither MC nor Grace do

Hamish is (thankfully) probably not an LI. Maybe one of the other girls picks him, but shame on them if so

The fact Bella points out that MC and Elliot are both single and it would be safe to pick someone means we're probably going to be forced to (I mean, we all thought this anyway). Might bring Marshall back just so I can dump his ass, OR pick Andy after flirting with Marshall the whole time

That's it, that's all. I honestly don't care enough at this point to think about all the potential Casa fallout.

I just want Roberto back.

[just-absolutely-feral]

The need to share the top two on my On Repeat Playlist on Spotify because they're unmatched, and vastly different genres but funny if you think that you went to this brave new world and it turned out to be the wurst vacation of your life.

[elfinblaze]

Chefsache ESC 2025 Final

Okay, now that I'm back from my weekly grocery shop I'll just copy & post my thoughts from the German national final for Eurovision, as I wrote them. (I'm in Australia, but my family is from Baden-Württemberg and I was born in Frankfurt am Main, so I started watching here at 6am, my time.)

The Great Leslie - Still not doing it for me. They're fine as a band, technically great musicians, they just don't grab me. Sadly. Benjamin Braatz - Still boring. I keep getting distracted by watching the sun rise outside my window… It's pretty. The sunrise. I don't remember the song. Leonora - I do like her voice, and thank goodness the sound quality is better than last week. Unfortunately the cover is better than her own song. She seems nice, and a skilled singer, so I hope she works on her songwriting and tries again in future. Feuerschwanz - Covering I See Fire?! YES! I'm not a fan of the song, but the choice suits them! I do love their original song though. It's a pure shot of adrenaline. My winners, personally. Moss Kena - Again the cover is better than his song. I don't get the appeal, honestly. Abor & Tynna - My second favourites. I love Tynna's voice even if she's sick today, and they've added to their staging, which is great. I get the feeling we've just watched tonight's winner. Cosby - Another artist where they're technically fine, great vocals, great performance, and I really want to like the song... I feel like I should like it, and I don't know why I don't. It just does nothing for me. LYZA - I wouldn't be mad if this won. I like this song and she can clearly sing live. I'm not passionate about it, but I'm okay with this. Julika - Her voice is great, even better than last time. I think she's getting more comfortable on stage. Unfortunately, I still think the song is lacking. Like Leonora, I hope she works on her songwriting and tries again in future because she shows promise.

It's so nice to hear Conchita Wurst speaking German. I usually see her speaking English, and her Austrian dialect is cute.

Of all the judges, I'd keep Yvonne and Conchita in future, because their thoughts actually make sense. The others can go.

And now the winners…

I'm not shocked Feuerschwanz are out. I'll be the first to admit I have eclectic music taste. But I am personally offended that they got cut when The Great Leslie got through to the super-final! Hello?

I do like the reveal of voting percentages actually. It adds some tension without taking too long.

Yay for Abor & Tynna! I'm glad Germany is sending a song in German. It won't win Eurovision, but if they can make it a fun performance, I'll have a ball watching them, and I hope they get some more fans and experience through this whole opportunity.

As for Feuerschwanz, I'll still be inscribing their music on my eardrums as I walk up to Aldi every week, and we got a great fun song out of them through this. My favourite song of theirs remains The Unholy Grail (which is about a group of Knights searching for the holy grail, losing their faith, and becoming Vikings instead), but I've already added Knightclub to my iPod too.

[owchie-wowchie]

methinks there is something interesting and probably fucked up with how the 2 aliens of the wurst have their respective species in enclosures in fantanimal land. Like aliens are whole-ass sentient beings but they're just trapped in these little glass cages there like they are animals. It just shows this interesting level of like human-central society specifically in fantanimal land

[cockedd20]

a starstruck Odyssey is CRAZY because all they're doing is ruining everything omfg. when the bad kids are crazy there's an understanding that they're kids so them lying , being socially terrible, and sneaking around is gonna be some 18 year old bullshit and they won't face huge social and financial consequences. the crew of the wurst is so collosally fucked. they are ruining years of a career built up and are going to ruin gunnie's entire body and are never going to make any money to fix stuff, I've never seen capitalism work so well with incompetency to ruin lives.

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The Blorbos Board

This is the Blorbos Board where I just list down all the blorbos I have! They're my favorite characters from any franchise or fandom. There will definitely be lots of them so I may not be able to list all of them. Anything in bold and red means they're my favorite of favorites.

#kb blorbos (general tag for all things blorbo)

Destiny 2

Lord Shaxx

Saint-14

Cayde-6

Osiris

Ikora Rey

Crow

Lord Felwinter

Failsafe

Andal Brask

Eido

Shiro-4

Misraaks / Mithrax

Baldur's Gate 3

Gale

Shadowheart

Karlach

Wyll

Lae'zel

Astarion

Halsin

Minthara

Jaheira

Minsc

Gortash

Default Durge

Call of Duty

König

Ghost (Original and Reboot)

Horangi

Soap (Original and Reboot)

Roach

Gaz

Price

Alejandro

Rodolfo / Rudy

Keegan P Russ

Logan Walker

Nikto

Sebastian Krueger

Barrage (it’s literally a fucking skin for the default operators but wtaf)

Rainbow Six Siege

Thermite (This is my attack main in the game)

Pulse (This is my defense main in the game)

Ace (He's just here being pretty)

Hibana

Mozzie

Flores

Jäger

Fuze

Kapkan

Glaz

Stardew Valley

Alex

Haley

Harvey

Shane

Penny

Mass Effect

Garrus Vakarian

Tali'Zorah

Liara T'Soni

Urdnot Wrex

Commander Shepard

EDI

Joker

Kasumi Goto

Kaidan Alenko

Legion

Mordin Solus

Miranda

Jack

Dragon Age

Alistair Theirin

Leliana

Morrigan

Zevran

Anders

Hawke (Garrett or Marian or Custom)

Fenris

Isabela

Merrill

Varric Tethras

Cassandra Pentaghast

Cullen Rutherford

Josephine Montilyet

Blackwall / Thom Rainier

Transformers (Any Continuity)

Optimus Prime

Megatron

Bumblebee

Ratchet

Soundwave

Shockwave

Dimension 20

The Bad Kids

The Dream Team

The Taste Buds

The Gunner Channel / The Wurst Crew

Pack of Pixies

Oisin Hakinvar

Elder Scrolls

Sharp-as-Night

Razum-dar

Teldryn Sero

Serana

Zeritha-var

Inigo the Brave

Lucien Flavius

Fallout

Craig Boone

ED-E

Rex

Veronica Santangelo

Arcade Gannon

Rose of Sharon Cassidy

The Ghoul / Cooper Howard

Lucy MacLean

Norm MacLean

Maximus

Thaddeus

Darkest Dungeon

Crusader (Reynauld)

Highwayman (Dismas)

Vestal (Junia)

Plague Doctor (Paracelsus)

Bounty Hunter (Tardif)

Leper (Baldwin)

Flagellant (Damian)

Others

Deadpool / Wade Wilson (Marvel)

Wolverine / Logan Hewlett (Marvel)

Captain (Risk of Rain 2)

Bandit (Risk of Rain 2) <- My main

Commando (Risk of Rain 2)

Ramattra (Overwatch)

Moira (Overwatch)

Gabriel (Ultrakill)

V1 (Ultrakill)

Minos Prime (Ultrakill)