#what a bunch of scum bags

[evilroachindustrial]

So Blake Lively accused the director & a producer of 'It Ends With Us' of inappropriate conduct on set and they responded by launching a smear campaign against her that included hiring Johnny Depp's crisis management people.

Honestly, that certainly feels like it explains everybody seemed to turn on her all at once when the movie came out if there was a concerted effort to boost that kind of shit.

[wonysugar]

if you insist | jang wonyoung

synopsis: jang wonyoung, the biggest fuckgirl on campus, asks you, y/n l/n, an honors student, to study together after classes

pairing: scum!wonyoung x goodgirl!femreader

genres: college au, smut with plot lowkey and tbh that’s it help

tags: g!p wonyoung, college au, wonyoung is a fuckgirl, reader doesn’t know wonyoung has a dick, facefucking, cowgirl, wonyoung doesn’t care how reader feels in the beginning, wony is insufferable in this (sorry it must be said), some texting, reader and wony are both vers switches

warnings: none? just be mindful that wy kinda sucks at first but then we grow to enjoy her me thinks! (and she also has a dick so that’s that)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: i wasn’t originally gonna make her have a g!p but inspiration struck me and i just had to. also, sorry for taking so long with this!! i truly hope you enjoy it<3

“so, any questions?”

that sentence alone wakes basically most of the class up from their deep sleep, this is one of - if not the - most boring class in your program. every session of his is a literal snoozefest, you hadn’t slept well last night so this would’ve been your chance.

but you still managed to stay awake, you needed to ace this next test, keeping a streak of good grades is your main source of dopamine, so failing it was out of the question. well, it’s not like you failed any of them, anyway.

the class comes to an end and the students all pack their stuff to leave. as you put your books away, jang… wonyoung walks up to you? ‘what the hell does she want?’ you think to yourself. she leans on the desk and runs a hand through her long straight dark hair, her other hand inside of her gray hoodie’s pocket. you look at her up and down, then finally set your eyes on hers.

“what do you want?” you annoyingly ask her, grabbing your bag and jacket, her being the only thing holding you back from leaving.

“why so uptight, girl?” she grins, looking back at her friends as they laugh at this whole interaction. her friend group was a bunch of ugly frat guys, you weren’t surprised she associated herself with them though, she’s the exact same (just, much hotter). “i was just gonna ask you if you were busy later, baby.” not-so-subtly eyeing your every curve, even slightly tilting her head to catch a better glimpse of your ass, cheekily smiling.

you roll your eyes at the girl, “i don’t want to fuck you, wonyoung. now, if you’ll excuse me-“

then, she leans in, her taller figure towering over you and stopping you from moving forward, your heart skips a beat, despite you not really wanting it to, “who even mentioned sex, y/n? oh you totally picture me naked.” she smirks, peaking glances at your lips.

“get to the point. what do you really want?” you coldly respond, trying to not pay too much attention to her literally staring you down.

she backs up from you, chuckling as she readjusts her already good looking hair. “chill shawtyy, it was a jokee.” you glare, “anyways, i was just wondering if you wanted to study together later, back at your dorm? i barely listened in class, i’d like to actually understand the lecture this time.”

study together? actually understanding the lecture?? since when did this girl ever care about studies?

“oh, so now you’re trying to get good grades, jang wonyoung?” you say with a scoff, earning a playful smile from her in response.

“i guess that seeing you work so hard motivates me, l/n y/n.”

i mean, what could go wrong? if she’s really trying to improve her grades, then who were you to stop that? that would just be wrong of you. plus, it doesn’t look like she’s lying, either. you notice the hopeful look in her eyes, is she waiting for you to accept? you chuckled,

“i’ll think about it.” you say as you walk past her. then, making you jump, she slaps your ass before putting her hood on and jogging over to her friends, earning a high five from one of them as they all laugh. she looks over to you and winks, “see you later, mama.”

you can’t lie, that pet name sent a chill down your spine and you unfortunately couldn’t tell if it was a good one or not. could it even be considered a pet name? anywho, you walk to your next class, excited to see what the rest of the day brings you. and you kinda wish it involved wonyoung, because despite denying it, you did find her very attractive.

you’ll just have to wait and see.

-

after getting wonyoung’s number from your very ‘popular on campus’ friend, huh yunjin, you’re hesitant to text her. i mean, it’s not like your life right now is all that interesting to begin with, so maybe flirting with a fuckgirl is gonna help you kill your boredom.

smiling to yourself, satisfied with your decision, you grab your phone and type a quick message as you make your way to the exit. after saving her contact, you’re about to set your phone back in your pocket, and you get a notification.

she already responded? you open your phone and type out your next responses as you see her messages.

what?

and she just leaves you on delivered after that? what the fuck is wrong with her.. and what the fuck is wrong with you, why are you getting butterflies?? this is anything BUT cute. the typos? the winky face?? god you can literally visualize her smirk just from reading her messages. despite all of that, you giggle to yourself, but then quickly mentally beat yourself up for it. she’s just joking, is what you thought. you type out your dorm number and put your phone back in your pocket.

you get in your car then drive to your shared apartment. upon arriving, you immediately start rearranging the place. i mean, it’s not like she would care about your dorm looking pretty anyway, since hers probably doesn’t look any better. you’re doing this for your own self, you told yourself. thank god your roommate wasn’t home that day, you’d have a lot of explaining to do.

hours quickly went by as you cleaned up everything, you turn on your phone, reading the clock, 5:54 pm.

she’ll be here soon. you mentally prepare yourself, putting on different, more comfy-looking clothes, then proceed to sit on your couch. bouncing your leg up and down as you await the ringing of your doorbell, looking at the progressing time on your hanging clock. ‘why am i freaking out over this?’, you think to yourself. it’s not like you’re meeting a date, plus she’s probably gonna be late. reassuring yourself, you come to the conclusion that it’s because you haven’t received someone over in so long. of course you’d be exci-

ding dong!

quickly, you rush to your door and open it, finding the taller girl, wonyoung, leaning against the door frame. well, she’s surprisingly here on time. she’s wearing a backwards cap, a black zip up jacket over a white oversized t-shirt and some gray sweatpants.

you weren’t expecting anything grand coming from her, so the look doesn’t faze you.

she smirks at you eyeing her outfit, “did you miss me, bae?”, making you sigh as you roll your eyes, stepping aside to let her in.

“you’re on time, that’s surprising.” you say in a condescending tone. in response, she chuckles, taking off her jordan’s, “how could i keep you waiting?”

she steps foot into your house, observing everything, but only for a quick moment.

“damn, you keep this place neat though huh?” right as you were about to brag about being a very organized person, unlike her, she quickly cuts you off, “yeah sooo…. where your room at?”

you give her a look of disbelief.

“god, y/n, it’s so that we can study properly. who the fuck studies in the living room?” you process that for a moment and look away from her in slight shame, she probably didn’t even mean it like that. then, as you’re about to apologize,

“that text i sent you is still on your mind, hm? you’re cute.” she says, chuckling as she’s grabbing your waist, gently pushing you against one of your hallway’s walls. you unintentionally gulp, looking into her eyes, then at her lips.

“you want me to, don’t you? you want me to fuck your brains out?” leaning into you, she whispers against your ear. you can feel her hot breath on it, making you shiver. but instead of actually doing anything, she quickly steps away from you, a smirk plastered on her face.

what the fuck.

“no but seriously, where’s your room shawty?” she nonchalantly asks, as if she wasn’t all up on you not even 5 seconds ago?? god, what is with this girl? you just blink at her in complete disbelief and confusion, then lead her to your room.

-

“so that explains why that phrase could be interpreted as a lot of different things. does that make sense?” you ask her, her gaze instantly meeting yours, like she wasn’t looking at the book. was she even listening?

“…what are you looking at.” you coldly add.

“sorry, i wasn’t listening.” she smirks, still looking at you, eyes darting back and forth between your lips and eyes. you scoff, mumbling an annoyed i know as you close the book in question, sitting up. you’ve had enough, she’s driving you insane.

“look, if you’re just here to sit around and do nothing you might as well just leave. i mean, you’re not even paying attention nor are you fucking me right now, so this just seems like a waste of time.” you snap at her. in response, her eyes widen, she definitely wasn’t expecting you to be so blunt. she then grins.

“which one are you waiting for me to do?” she smirks, getting closer to you.

frustrated at yourself for even wanting wonyoung to do you in the first place, an annoyed “fuck you.” was all that could come out of your mouth.

“i mean, if you insist.” she smirks, and places her lips onto yours, forcefully and roughly. quickly, she brushes her tongue along your lips, asking for entrance. you part your lips, allowing her tongue to roam around your mouth. before you could even realize, she was on top of you, her jacket and cap off and her hard on pressing on your stomach.

wait. her.. hard on???

you quickly push her away in surprise. she looked at you, a confused look painted on her face. “what?” she asks you.

“y-you. you have a dick??” you hesitantly ask her back. it’s not that you were against it, quite the opposite, even. but, it just caught you by surprise. since when did she… okay, dumb question.

she scoffs in amusement, “I thought everyone knew that? why do you think straight girls like me so much?”

ugh, nevermind, she was so much hotter when she wasn’t talking. before you could say anything else, though,

“you wanna see it, y/n?”

you reluctantly nod, earning a sly smile from her. quickly, she grabs the waistband of her not-so-boner-proof sweatpants and pulls it down, revealing black calvin klein boxers, her cock poking through.

“take it off.” she basically orders you, making you glare at her. you didn’t like listening to anything wonyoung said, but saying you were horny would be an understatement and you didn’t feel like stalling. you pull the boxers down, making her throbbing dick bounce up at you before sitting up.

dear god, it was big. you couldn’t exactly blame the girls who begged to fuck her anymore, cause if you knew it was that huge before, you would have thought about it a lot more. it’s girthy and veiny while being slightly above average size. it’s weirdly pretty for being used to fuck a bunch of girls, you keep that to yourself, though. you don’t wanna inflate her already huge ego.

before she could say anything arrogant about her size, you put the head in your mouth, slowly circling your tongue around the tip. quickly, you work towards taking the entire length as she groans and throws her head back. suddenly, though, as you’re still sucking, she unexpectedly grabs your head and forces her cock all the way down your throat, earning a gag from you and a moan from her.

“you were going too slow.” she specified, groaning and relentlessly fucking your throat. you would never admit it outloud, but you loved the way she was roughly pulling on your hair, using your mouth to get off. it hurt your ego, your pride, being used by a fuckgirl like this, being used by wonyoung like this. it was degrading, but you still loved it.

you keep letting her handle you like this for a long while, working your tongue on her tip and shaft in the process of her moving your head up and down her cock. hair all on your face, you didn’t even bother tying it, you liked it messy, and she apparently did too. her moans and groans getting higher and shorter, her grip getting tighter, you can only assume that she’s getting closer to finishing.

“fuck baby.. you’re gonna be good and swallow it all, okay?” she said, still using your throat. soon enough, she lets out a long moan and you quickly feel her dick slightly throb, spurting out a warm and thick liquid everywhere in your mouth, it was bitter and salty. you pull away and she looks at you, smirking and expecting you to swallow, which you don’t wanna give her the satisfaction of seeing. you wanted to see how far she would go, what she would do to you.

when she sees that you’re not doing what she asked, “come on, swallow it, you bitch.” she tells you, grabbing your jaw and smiling at you in a mocking way. you probably look like a huge whore to her right now, cum slightly spilling out of your mouth and everything. you glare at wonyoung and swallow all of it like she asked earlier, all of her semen, keeping eye contact. in response to that, she chuckles and grabs your cheek, patting it. “atta girl, you’re hotter when you do what you’re told.”

you roll your eyes as she chuckles and push her back on the bed, eyeing her still very hard dick. in a swift motion, you take off your jeans and panties, hovering over her. then, you sit down on it, slowly taking in all the length.

“you a virgin?” she asks you, holding onto your waist.

“no, why? you think i don’t know how to ride di-“

she grips on your waist and unexpectedly pushes you down onto her cock, making you accidentally let out a loud noise, a mix between a moan and a yelp. it was painful being penetrated so fast, especially by something so big but the sensation was also.. amazing. before you could have the chance to ask her to go slowly, though, she’s already pumping in and out, increasing her speed progressively. okay, now, it hurts.

“can you go slower for - mmh - f-fuck’s sake..”

“no? you take things too fucking slowly, i’m here to cum, not fall asleep.” she grunts, still lifting you up and down her cock, using you like she would a fleshlight. you notice that she gets a lot more annoying during sex, meaner, even. and you hate to admit it, but you’ve also noticed that you seem to enjoy it a lot.

“fuuuck babygirl, you’re so tight.” she mumbles as she presses her thumb onto your exposed clit and plays with it, earning a whimper from you. you feel your walls clench around her as you roughly bounce on her, taking in all of her length.

she’s fucking you so roughly, magically hitting all of the right spots, as if she knows exactly where they are. you couldn’t help but let out the lewdest most shameless noises known to man, it feels too good not to. she definitely didn’t use her mouth for much, but god did she know how to use her cock.

after a while of you bouncing up and down on her, you already feel like you could cum, despite trying your hardest to keep it in, to enjoy it a little longer. a knot was starting to form in your lower stomach, fuck, you were so close, and the fact that she was fucking you so roughly nonstop was making it so hard to keep it contained.

“fuck y/n i’m about to cum again..” she whimpers out needily, once again tightly holding onto your waist. you can’t let her though, not yet. you grab her wrists and pin them above her head, preventing her from touching you. a confused but very aroused expression plastered on her face.

“you can wait a little longer, right?” you ask, but in a tone that basically makes it seem like an order. she glares at you, gaze full of lust yet worry. you could tell she liked the sense of being in control, and that she felt vulnerable in this state. she usually was doing the fucking, not whatever this is. and she was even more frustrated that she liked it.

she moaned, chest heaving up and down from the effort she’s putting in to not climaxing, especially inside of you. you ride her dick, changing the speed to your liking. sometimes moving painfully slow, making her sensitive tip throb at the sensation, other times riding it like there was no tomorrow, she felt it everywhere, your slick running up and down her entire shaft in a fast motion. “c-can i cum yet? you’re being so - fuck - annoying.” she messily asks you, the feeling of you bouncing on her making her stumble over her words.

“maybe i’d let you if you weren’t so goddamn impatient.” you say, moaning out the words.

you were making it so hard for her, she actually thought she would pass out. thankfully for her, though, you quickly get closer to finishing, the noises coming out of your mouth getting louder and higher. then, you feel yourself clench around her length.

seeing you like this, hearing you call out her name as you came all over her cock, it all just made her arousal grow even more. she really couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“y/n please get off i need to cum ineedtocu-“

“cum inside of me.” you interrupted, you were still coming down from your high and you needed her to fill you up. you were on the pill, but she didn’t need to know that yet. you wanted to see how far she would actually go. “w-what? are you fucking crazy what if i get you pre-“ you cut her off by lifting yourself up on her cock, then back down, earning a cute moan from her.

“fill me up, wony. do it.”

upon hearing those words, the nickname, her eyes widen and she bites her bottom lip, throwing her head back as she pants from all the different feelings she felt. she would’ve actually thought about it more if she wasn’t horny out of her mind at the moment.

a mind blanking orgasm hits her, and you can feel the familiar feeling of her warm thick juices filling up your cunt again as you both moan in unison. she rambles out fucks and oh my gods as she takes it all in. watching her become such a mess just because of you.. if you weren’t so tired, that would’ve definitely made you wanna fuck her again. poor baby has probably never even been edged by a girl before.

you watched her as she came down from her high, head still thrown back as she’s panting and heaving. then, she lifts it back up to look at you, smiling shyly. was this the same wonyoung you knew? because if yes, she got significantly cuter.

you laid down on her, resting your head in the crook of her neck. you didn’t even bother pulling her dick out of you, it felt comfortable, and honestly? you were way too lazy to.

“so, are you gonna be telling this to your friends?” you jokingly ask her.

“they’d never let me live it down if they knew you got me begging for you, girl.. so, no.” she confessed, making you giggle.

“also shawty, if you do get pregnant, just be aware that i will not be taking care of the baby.” she adds.

you hum, “you’ll still fuck me whenever you feel like it though, right?”

she chuckles in response, “i mean..

if you insist.”

[spectr3inl0ve]

Age gap Bruce Wayne and reader going to their first gala together and a bunch of Bruce’s “friends” talk about reader in a very misogynistic way, talking about how lucky Bruce is to be dating someone younger, and Bruce defends reader telling them that she’s more than that

- 🦪 anon

ooh the person u are 🦪 anon 💗💗(im soso sorry for the inconsistency of 2nd and 3rd person in my posts, idk y I do it 😭😭)

so, obviously you're both nervous to go the gala together, you more so than him. getting pát the paparazzi at the front isn't actually that bad when you're not stopping to answer questions or pose for front covers.

cradle robber!bruce wayne leads you to his so called friends, the people that he had to stay in good terms with for business and status. you're introduced to three men, george, scooter and fernando (not real dc characters btw). "hi there, little lady." scooter, a middle aged man with the face of a tomato says, smiling sideways at you. you want to grimace, but smile back, "hi, nice to meet you.". you extend a hand to him, and shake his pudgy, red hand. george shakes your hand too, grinning at you, a few gold teeth flashing in the light. fernando just smiles and nods at you, "he doesn't do handshakes." bruce says helpfully in your ear, thank god.

while bruce and his three associates catch up, you busy yourself with going to get drinks for you and bruce. when you turn away from them to find the bar, you swear you heard a whistle. when you come back, you hand bruce his drink and sip your own, "aren't you a little too young for that? shouldn't you be doing you homework, little miss?" George chortles, and the others laugh along with him. you smile politely, "and shouldn't you be looking for a retirement home, george?". bruce chuckles, patting you on the back. "aren't you a delight, bet mr playboy here loves it." George says good-naturedly. you drown out most of the conversation, thankful that they didn't really try to include them. you caught a few words here and there, but nothing worth paying attention too.

that is until you hear a rather misogynistic comment, "I guess you could retire alfred, now that you've got her. at her age she could do all the house work in half a day!" your eyes snap towards scooters, glaring. before you say anything, bruce cuts in, "alfred is fully capable, and [reader] will not be doing such a thing.". "you know, bruce. the one thing I regret is not bagging a young thing like her before I got old. take advantage of it, while she's all smooth and pretty." my jaw drops, and the three men laugh. "that mouth could definitely be used for something." fernando smirks. as quick as a whip, bruces lands a punch across fernandos cheek, and my hands come up to my mouth. people around us gasp, watching us. "dont fucking talk to her like that, you shit piece of scum," he says lowly, in a menacing tone. scooter and George are staring at bruce, wide eyed as he turns on them, "and she's worth way more than what you have tried to reduce her to. now leave before I put you in early retirement.". both scooter and George turn on their heel, rushing away before anything else happens.

bruce turn to you, a hand cupping your face, "you alright? im sorry about those assholes, they shouldn't have said that shit." you look up at him, nodding, "thank you, but next time let me deal with them.". bruce downs the rest of his drink, "wanna get outta here?", giggling, you reply, "yeah, lets go."

if you can't tell I'm not great at dialogue 💔💔

[lmanburgseulogy]

Hey, yk, I'm really missing some c!niki hcs :]

L’MANBURG C!NIKI MY LOVE!!!!

• Sewed multiple L‘manburg flags overtime, not just the one on display. Her personal favorite is one made out of floral fabrics, the same of which lines her uniform.

• Once replaced the scum window sign with “visitors!” but it only lasted a day because Tommy and Jack changed it back to the original.

• Often goes on top of the L‘manburg hills to get away. She loves to lay in the tall grasses or wade in the water

• Plays acoustic guitar at their campfires, but she often follows Wilbur‘s lead instead of taking over

• Taught all of lmancrew how to do cartwheels

• For every time someone lost a canon life she put a potted poppy in the camarvan‘s window

• Has a free cookie jar for children 12 and under and also Wilbur. Because if she doesn‘t say he can take it he will steal and some battles aren‘t worth fighting

• Hate‘s wearing her uniform‘s hat and refuses to except for portraits

• Never actually watched hamilton, so misses a lot of their references

• Has the whole sleeping get up. With the candle. You know what i‘m talking about I know you do

• Once took a box cutter to some aluminum cans lids. Now they drink out of them like cups! Keeps lemonade really cold!

• Writes a lot of poetry. Most of them are odes to really weird things -> has a two person poetry club with Wilbur that they get really into. They meet in the bakery’s kitchen!

• Has adopted a stray kitten named Pebbles that stays in the bakery a lot. She also baked it cat treats!

• Only one with a bow instead of a cravat

• Carries around a messenger bag that is just filled with scones. For emergencies of course

• Had a horse named Shortcake that got killed in the pet war. Sorry I just like to think Lmancrew were a bunch of horsegirls

• Wears an antique ring everyday that her grandmother gave her. She ended up selling it during Manburg arc as a last resort to get food.

• Only wears mismatched socks intentionally

• When out of uniform wears a lot of flared jeans

• Doesn‘t often wear eyeliner at this point, but instead a lot of mascara that ends up smearing.

• Has oddly large eyes and DIMPLES!!!!

• Comically short. A little bug even. Also she‘s not skinny in L‘manburg die to my blade

• Bushy eyebrows + wears reading glasses!!!!

• Hair texture changes depending on what season it is, wavy in summer and is straight by winter

• Giggles when people call her sir sorrryyyy i can’t help but project

[kelin-is-writing]

We have Dabi burning anyone who talks shit about you, but what if he overheard a bunch of pervs having a lewd conversation about you 🫢 maybe it’s your coworkers and he just so happened to hear all the filth they were saying about you:

“I wish I could see what those tits looked like underneath that uniform”

“I wonder if she’s still a virgin”

“They say the shy girls are the freakiest in bed”

“If I had her number, I’d ask her to send nudes every night for me to jerk off to”

Meanwhile, Dabi is sizzling with anger, steam coming off the top of his head and smoke flaring from his nostrils like a pissed off dragon

ANOOOOOOON— WHAT HAVE YOU DONE LIKE— I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY MEMES TO USE ON THIS ONE, BUT MY BRAIN IS SHORT-CIRCUITING HARD I PROMISE.

protective!dabi is everything please...

like— he wouldn’t let it out in the moment, because you’re on a date in public and problems might arise, but those comments bothers him a lot for three (3) reasons:

1. you’re clearly taken, that’s something disgusting to do (in his opinion);

2. you’re a person not an object, they’re disgusting and disrespectful;

3. the way they sexualized you like that, for everyone to hear, makes him want to vomit.

and if they didn’t want to apologise, scum like them always refuses to acknowledge their wrongdoings, dabi will take care of taking out the trash personally.

the villain tells you to wait there for him, sitting on a bench, as “i’ve got something important to take care of princess, i’ll be right back”, giving you a way too shining smile whereas his eyes were cold as ice; he then took off, menacing grim expression taking over his feature as soon as he turns away from you.

when dabi saw from a far the small group getting into an alley (of course they were thugs), he silently followed them suit trailing behind those four garbages and when he was close enough to the one on the far back the black haired young man lifted his hand level face with him and blue flames started coming out of his palm mercilessly, setting the guy on fire in few seconds.

when hearing the pained scream of their companion, the other three turned going blank when recognising dabi standing beside their lit up friend that was trying uselessly to take out the fire, before turning completely into ashes.

his turquoise furious orbs settled on the remaining trash bags as he slowly walked up to them:

“lemme show you scums what happens when you disrespect my woman.”

[innuendostudios]

New Alt-Right Playbook! There's a bunch of bite-sized videos like this in the works as I clear out the remaining points I wanna make before the series wraps. If you like this and wanna see more, back me on Patreon and/or follow me on Nebula.

Transcript below the cut.

Say, for the sake of argument, there’s this guy, this just real abomination, total scum-sucking garbage hole, who’s running for President. And conservative politicians, pundits, and voters have been laughing their asses off about him. “Oh my god, he’s such a disaster, he’ll never get the nomination, and, if he were to get the nomination, no one would ever elect him.” They trot him out as a punchline. But November 8th draws near and he’s still not out of the game, and the Left is banging on the walls, like, hey, that “joke” you’re giving free press to is saying some pretty scary stuff, and the Right is like, “Look, don’t waste your breath. We’ve already accepted that we lost this one, we’re certainly not going to bat for this guy, he’s going to lose.” And then, at the last second, when they do go to bat for him, and he does win, and the Left is like, what the absolute heck my dudes? they go, “Can’t do anything about it now, he’s the President.”

And when, four years later, you finally get his ass out of office, the Left turns to the Right and says, “Okay, now that he’s not President, are you gonna acknowledge all the stuff he did? You know, the stuff he said he was gonna do, and we warned you he was gonna do, and you said we were delusional for thinking he would do, that he did?”

And they’re like, “Oh my gawd, Heather, he’s not even President anymore! How are you still talking about this?”

I call this one The Slow Breakup. It’s like when your partner starts canceling date night, and then starts getting home really late, and then starts sleeping on the couch, and you keep asking, “Hey, is there something wrong?” And they just say, “Oh, sweetie, of course not, work is just running me ragged lately and I when I have time off I’m too tired to go out, and I get home so late these days I don’t want to wake you up by coming to bed.” And then one day you get home and their bags are packed and they’re like, “Look, we both saw this coming.”

(You know that thing. This- this happens to everybody, right?)

It’s always not happening until it’s already happened. The moment is skipped over where they would acknowledge they misled you, take responsibility for what’s happened, or, critically, where you could still do something about it.

Peel your eyes for this one, you’ll see it a lot. This is how conservatives jumped straight from “climate change isn’t happening” to “climate change isn’t man-made” (and now some are trying to jump to “maybe it’s a good thing”). Rhetorically, all these arguments mean the same thing: “We decided long ago what we were going to do. Nothing you say will change our course. This conversation is over.”

[tearfallpixie]

Make Mama Happy - Chapter 12

Only back a little. I am dragging today but I felt good enough to give you the next chapters. 🖤🖤🖤

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“Heather!” I screamed. Vinny and I had gone to the airport to pick up my best friend and her boyfriend and to say I had missed her was an understatement. I’m sure to the onlookers it was comical to see two grown women running full speed at each other, but I didn’t care. I missed my best friend too much.

“Nichole!” We tackled each other in the middle of the walkway and stood there for what felt like a lifetime. “I missed you so much.”

“Never leave me for that long again or I’m cutting off all of your hair.” I cried; the threat completely empty but it got a laugh out of her.

“I promise.” We pulled away and I saw Rick standing behind her with a guilty expression.

“Hey brat. I kinda missed you.” He mumbled. “Can I get a hug?” I cocked my head but when he opened his arms, I found myself walking into them. We hugged each other for a second before pulling back and me landing a decent punch to his arm.

“I guess I kinda missed you too. But you deserved that. Asshole.” I huffed as an afterthought, pride coursing through my body as he rubbed his now sore arm with a grin. The boys hugged briefly before we made our way over to the baggage claim and found their luggage.

“You and Rick are getting along? Is the world ending?” Heather asked me quietly. We were trailing a few feet behind our boys so they couldn’t hear us over the roar of all the people returning home from the holidays.

“Don’t think to much into it. He texted me on Christmas with an apology and I decided to try to be friends. I don’t expect it to last.” I giggled. We got their stuff and headed out to the car, Rick and Vinny sitting up front and Heather and I sitting in the back. It was about a 20-minute drive back to Rickys place and I had to admire it. I hadn’t been there before so I didn’t realize that his house was sitting on a bit of land and tucked inside a bunch of trees. “Your home is beautiful Richard.” His house was a gorgeous white two story house that had giant windows looking into the living room to let in a lot of natural light.

“Thank you. I got lucky to find this property.” We unloaded their bags and Rick handed his to Vinny. “Can you take that up to my room please?” The drummer nodded and both him and Heather went inside and up the stairs. “So I was thinking Thursday afternoon we could go look at rings.” He said casually.

“Are we not going to talk about this?” I asked, my frustration with how dismissive he was being boiling over.

“What? I’m trying to.” He said stupidly.

“Not ring shopping Rick! You hate me! Why are you acting all buddy-buddy now?” I snapped.

“You’re dating Vinny. I’m stuck with you in my life now so I might as well get use to you being here.” He shrugged. “You guys seem happy too. So, I guess I was wrong about you.”

“Jesus! You can’t go 10 minutes without trying to take a jab at me, can you? Did you forget you tried to lie about me to my best friend? Tried to convince her I was scum who tried to steal you away?” I was getting seriously annoyed with him in that moment.

“I apologized for that! And I’m being truthful. I was wrong about you and I’m sorry!” He was getting angry now too. I didn’t know how we were ever going to try to make a friendship work if we couldn’t go 5 minutes without fighting.

“Yeah, whatever. This is still probably some joke so you and Vin can have one last laugh. I like him a lot, but I can never catch a break with you two.” I growled. Ricks eyes went wide but they weren’t looking at me. I turned around to see Vinny and Heather standing in the doorway of the house both of them looking sad but an underlying look of anger in Vinny’s eyes.

“Do you still think so little of me?” He asked slowly.

“Vin-“

“I invited you into my home, I let my mother take you under her wing. Hell, even my father loves you! And yet you still hold me at arm’s length.” He was scarily calm right now and it terrified me. Rick had moved over to Heather and pulled her away from what was sure to be a cat fight.

“This was all fake when it started Vinny. It was a show so you could get your mom off your back. I’m sorry if I am still having a hard time believing this is real.” I scoffed. He didn’t get a right to be mad at me for being scared.

“So the last two weeks meant nothing to you?” He had gotten closer to me and I could feel the fury rolling off of him.

“Oh, the last two weeks where you seem like you are walking on eggshells around me? Sure, you can call this a relationship but ever since we slept together on Christmas eve you’ve been acting weird around me.” I sighed. “Don’t forget this all started because he called me a whore and you believed him.” I jerked my hand at the guitarist.

“Fuck, I am so sick of you throwing that in his face! It was an idiot move and he apologized! Get over it.”

“You’re complaining about me not trusting you and yet you still defend him!” I laughed pathetically. I knew it was all too good to be true. “Fuck this. I take back what I said. I thought I loved you but you cant even be man enough to say it back and now this? I’m hurt. I get to be hurt. So if you want to choose his side then fine. I’m not going to deal with this shit anymore.”

“Rick, I’m going to go home. I need some air.” Vinny went back to his car and got in, quickly taking off without me and leaving me there with Heather and Rick. As I watched him drive away my eyes filled with tears and I barely felt myself collapse into a heap on the drive way. I had probably just ruined the best relationship of my life because of my stupidity and there was no way he was going to forgive me now. I laid there in a puddle of tears as strong arms reached down and pulled me into seated position, hugging me tightly. I glanced up to see Rick watching me with a sad smile and that made me cry even harder.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. “I- I forgive you. I’m just-“ I couldn’t even finish my words but I could tell he understood. I wasn’t even mad at him anymore so I didn’t know why I couldn’t just let the situation go and trust in him and Vinny. He lifted me into his arms and carried me inside to his couch. He set me down and I drifted off, only barely registering the blanket he pulled up over my shoulder.

~~~~

“Mom?” Vinny whispered. He was currently standing on her porch, having driven around for the better part of 4 hours before he landed there. Tears were streaming down his face and he angrily tried to wipe them away but as he did new ones just fell.

“Vincenzo, honey, what’s wrong?” Rosa asked, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside. “Its cold dear. Come in and I will make you hot chocolate.”

“I messed up.” He mumbled. “Nichole, shes- shes amazing and perfect and kind and sweet and I like her and I ruined it all.” He went over to the couch and collapsed onto it, taking a pillow and burying his face.

“I’m sure that isn’t true. Now stop trying to suffocate yourself, that won’t win her back.” His mom scolded him, setting the hot chocolate on the table. He dropped the pillow to his lap and sighed.

“She’s never going to forgive me! It was ruined before it even started and it’s all my fault!”

“How is it your fault exactly?” She sat in the chair across from him and waited for him to respond. He hated how patient and understanding she was because all he wanted was to hate himself right now and he wanted her to hate him too. He was a horrible son.

“Because I believed Rick. He opened his god damn mouth and I believed him and that was before I even met Nichole. He was lying about her so that I would hate her. But I don’t. I love her and-“ He froze at his words and let out a frustrated yell. “I fucking love her. I’m so fucking stupid. She told me she loved me and I didn’t have the balls to say it back and now she’s gone.” He shoved the pillow over his face again and actually tried suffocating himself this time.

“Richard is your best friend. I’m sure he told you what he did with good intentions.” The pillow dropped once more and he shook his head. He wished he could just disappear and all of this would just go away. He just wanted to hold Nichole in his arms right now and hug her and tell her everything was going to be ok but he messed that all up.

“No. He told me she had been flirting with him behind Heathers back so the first time I saw her I told her we didn’t want her kind around us and she needed to leave. I treated her like trash only to find out moments later that Rick had lied to me because he didn’t want me to be with her.”

“I’m sorry. I’m confused. How did you two end up together?”

“Because Ky said you were going to set me up with someone! I didn’t want a relationship at the time so I asked her to fake date me for a while to get you off my back.” He froze and his eyes went wide. He had not meant to say that and from the look on his mother’s face, she was not amused. The way she leaned back in her chair and raised a single eyebrow terrified him. He had only seen that expression a hand full of times before. Once when his sister had a pregnancy scare in high school, once when Kyle had broken Vinny’s arm when they were wrestling, and once when Vinny himself had decided to drop out of college to pursue a career with this small band that had very little hope of succeeding at the time. This look was one you never wanted to see on Mama Mauro. “I can explain.”

[manatee-rp-memes]

Muppets Treasure Island Sentence Starters

~Feel free to tweak as needed~

"There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides."

"Those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum. The devil himself would have to call them scum."

"Every man aboard would have killed his mate for a bag of guineas or a piece of eight."

"When there's money in the ground, there's murder in the air."

"There are secrets that sleep with old Davey Jones."

"When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed, there's no turning back from any course that's laid."

"Who has the map now, huh? Some black-hearted, squid-suckin' buccaneer?"

"If I had that treasure map, I'd be trading it for a decent meal."

"Oh, you're drunk again, are ya?"

"I should just run off to sea like my father did."

"I feel like the world is passing me by."

"If it's weird and wild, let's go find it. The crazier, the better is what I say!"

"I got the horrors! Give me rum! Rum 'til I float!"

"Ah, I'd know that scurvy mug of yours anywhere."

"You thought you could get away with it, didn't you? Just take it all for yourself... and leave your shipmates with nothing."

"I don't understand. What is the Black Spot?"

"It's my sea chest them lubbers want."

"It's mine! I'm going for that treasure myself!"

"Me own shipmates, they'll gully me for sure! And anybody else to get their mitts on that map!"

"Now we know that is definitely too much gunpowder."

"We need a ship for an ocean voyage."

"The ship is provisioned, the crew is in place, and the captain should be on board within the hour."

"I'm afraid we shish-kebab and barbeque stowaways on this ship."

"Oh, you needn't be callin' a lowly ship's cook 'sir'"

“A friend you can trust is worth his weight in gold."

"Move aside! Make way! Make ready for the captain! Lollygaggers will suffer his wrath!"

"Well, the wind seems to be freshening. The tide is with us."

"Let's not get sloppy just because we're singing."

"Every storm we ride is its own reward."

"Who hired this crew? This is undoubtedly the seediest bunch of cutthroats, villains, and scoundrels I have ever seen!"

"'Tis a tradition for the officers to toast to the success of a voyage."

"You could sail to heaven and back with these men."

"Moonlight swim?"

"Tell us where the map is or we'll tear you limb from limb!"

"Cabin fever has ravaged all aboard."

"By rights, I should be locked up too for lettin' thieves like them aboard this ship."

"I'm not really sure I should be talking about this with you or with anyone."

"The caulking appears tight. No dampness under the gunwale. This one seems seaworthy."

"And so, my friends, the sea has claimed another loyal officer and friend."

"It makes me sick at heart to sail with the likes of you."

"Bring her up hard of starboard, helmsman. Prepare to lower the longboats."

"I want you to take the crew ashore at once. We need water and provisions. Take as long as you want."

"There's room in the boat for one more. Come along for an adventure."

"It's how you look at buccaneers that makes them bad or good, and I see us as members of a noble brotherhood.”

"You mewling little lily-livered, toffee-hearted, little wuss of a crustacean!"

"You tore a page from the Holy Scriptures... to make a pirate's death sentence?"

"Of all the backwater, no-class piles of sand in the ocean, you had to wash up on mine."

"Well, he was a pirate, I was a lady. You know the story."

"You know, I'm beginning to see a pattern in the men I date."

"No one maroons me and gets away with it!"

"I could never harm you. You're honest, brave, and true."

"Now take your oars and row away. I never want to see you again, ever."

"Your father would be proud."

[eeboshmeebo]

🍭Sweet Tooth🍬

✒️🍭

You tore open a pack of gumdrops that you had stowed away in your jacket earlier that day. Originally, you didn't even like the sticky stuck-in-your-teeth treat, but a few events changed that.

You sauntered over to the loudest voice in the hallway, a gumdrop in hand that you pressed your lips against before firmly holding it in your fingertips.

Quietly as you could, you snuck up behind the familiar back of the boy you loved teasing. Then, you stepped back as he bent over backwards. A mystery on how he could just do that like one of those slapstick wristband rulers, but one you'll find out eventually.

"HRAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I can't believe you losers went out looking like tha- Eep!"

He jumped and stumbled back upright as you touched his ear and lightly blew into it, looking at you with an outraged and surprised expression that was either red from anger or from embarrassment

"Oh, Bon-bon~! It's me."

"...you. Always ruining my moment right at the peak. Can't you see that I'm busy? Gosh, no wonder you're apa-"

"Boop."

You placed the gumdrop you've been holding into his mouth, placing a finger on his chin to close his open mouth properly.

"Careful now. I heard that if you open your mouth too widely, you might attract flies. Especially now. Those hawkers outside of school always said that honey attracts more flies than vinegar."

The gumdrop was honey flavored. You only noticed that after looking at the packaging of the candies you had brought with you, so you couldn't help yourself.

"Would you stop interrupting me for once? Really."

Monoma crossed his arms over his chest, genuinely annoyed with your antics.

"Alright then. One last thing before I zip shut, I do like honeyed cherries."

"..."

He still seemed a bit suspicious of you, though Rin, who was just about to grab Monoma to stop him from ranting again, facepalmed out of nowhere and turned to leave.

"Ba! I didn't come here to be choked with dog food!"

"I've gone on douyin before with Rin. I'm not gonna tell you what he means, though I've read in romance novels that lips have been compared to cherries before. Heheheheh~!"

Setsuna snuck off after that, snickering to herself as she trailed off after Rin. You ran off too, if only to escape Monoma's voice.

"...WHAAAAAT!?"

Despite him having a really nice voice, he can yell loud enough to cause pain if the groans and curses of the people behind you evidenced to anything.

🔪🍬

Real gelatin was always tastier. It had more depth and retained more flavor, and after your first gummy, you knew you couldn't go back.

Making them yourself always was better. That way, you can put whatever flavor you wanted instead of having a bunch of 'meh' flavors and flavors you didn't like. Plus, they didn't make your mouth taste weird.

"Isn't that right, Raffy-chan? Oops, sorry, I forgot, heheh!"

The girl's head was put in a ziplock bag, currently in the sink. You had already sold her teeth, nose, tongue, and eyes off-campus, leaving only the meaty bits.

"Such a shame that human brains are inedible. I'd have loved a good braised pig's head for dinner, but I guess I'll have to cremate you later."

Humans were also known as 'long pigs'. The girl was actually decently pretty, but she had made one mistake.

She left a love letter to Monoma.

It was like seeing the cake you helped make and ordered get drooled over by another person before having a bite taken out of. You weren't going to risk that bite because Monoma was yours.

Yours. Only yours. Forever. The sea-salt caramel filling to your dark chocolate. The candied flower to your cupcake. The cream to your coffee.

You grinned as you scooped out the scum from the boiling pot. Despite your efforts to clean them, bone marrow and blood was bound to be in the joins somehow.

"Now, to add sugar and remove the rest of the residue and the leftover waste..."

...

After a short while, you were done. You added pineapple, strawberry, cherry, raspberry, apple, mango, and various other fruit flavors to your gummies since there was so much 'base' to use up, putting the decapitated head in the minifridge you had after you were done.

"The gummies should be done in a few hours. In the meanwhile, let's see what other ingredients tried to snatch my beloved."

You popped a gummy into your mouth that you had set aside earlier, savoring the taste while opening the drawer that was originally meant to hold some miscellaneous cooking tools.

Now, it was full of love letters to Monoma. Of course you replaced them with ones you wrote yourself, even if mimicking all that handwriting was a pain.

Monoma was worth the pain and effort. He always was.

"Let's see... I heard that there's a dessert made from chicken breast, right? Let's see if there's any ingredients that have bird features."

Suddenly you heard the door opening behind you. You swiftly closed the drawer after stuffing the letter back inside, turning back to the person that almost caught you.

Monoma.

You couldn't just kill him to get rid of the evidence if that wasn't obvious enough.

"So. What did you mean by liking honeyed cherries yesterday?"

"Hmmm... it's exactly what you think I mean."

You pulled your sleeves over your hands before covering the lower half of your face, putting on some chocolate-flavored lip balm quickly to mask any other possible flavors. And, since only the lower half of your face was covered, you got to see Monoma slowly go from annoyed and huffing to flustered

He's pinker when he's blushing out of embarrassment instead of anger.

"Cherries are sweet by themselves, but with a hint of honey-"

"I don't need any honey, I can be sweet by myself just fine! Hmmph!"

"Oh, really? Then... can I have a taste?"

He stiffened up the moment the thought of what you just said finally was processed in his head. It was kind of like watching a thermometer.

"Just kidding!" You teased, placing a finger on his nose playfully as you watched him rapidly change in demeanor.

"Or am I?"

You pressed your fingertip against his lips and pulled your hand back before licking your fingertip.

"W-wh... you can't just do that! That's... um, unsanitary!"

"Really? There's lots of other unsanitary things that I can do."

"Shut up!"

Monoma covered his lips, gazing at you as if you were going to eat him up.

It was very tempting. That trace taste was sweeter than most, if not all other candies you've eaten before.

However, delicacies like Monoma were meant to be savored in small nibbles for maximum flavor in your experience.

"Hmmm... don't wanna."

You kissed the back of his hand that covered his lips anyways, stealing a taste before he squeaked and ran off.

You licked your own lips. You couldn't recognize what flavor he was, but that was fine. It's your new favorite anyways.

[raineandsky]

#50

tw: home break-in

The civilian had entered the library with an empty bag and his library card, and he’s somehow walking out with a bag of books, a renewed card, and a hero trailing after him.

“I’m really glad I managed to find you,” the hero is saying, as if the civilian is particularly interested. “I’m telling you, you’re—”

“Dying. Or about to die.” The civilian doesn’t break his stride as he beelines for the bus stop. “Whichever.”

“[Civilian], please, these are serious matters,” the hero says a little desperately.

“Getting these books home before they dislocate my shoulder is a serious matter.”

“[Civilian], listen to me. Your life is on the line.”

“Living in a city with a bunch of idiots fighting in the streets already has my life on the line,” the civilian retorts with a snort. “Business as usual.”

They round the corner and the bus stop comes into view in all its glory. “[Civilian]—” Oh my god, are they still going? “—you need to—”

“Look, [Hero], really, I’m flattered you care so much.” He pauses, the hero almost bumping into him at the abruptness of it. “But I can assure you I’ve never been involved in any illegal activity. I’m not on anyone’s hitlist. Don’t think I’ve ever even seen one of the villains, let alone worked with them.”

The hero seems to be thrown for a loop for a moment, and the civilian takes that as his cue to continue with his day.

“Wait, no, [Civilian]—” They’re coming after him again. GODDAMNIT. “—that’s not what it’s about. It– The villains have nothing to do with it. I’m trying to warn you about the agency.”

That gives the civilian reason to stop, and this time the hero does walk into him. “You’re trying to warn me about the place you work for?”

The hero nods as if that isn’t the strangest contradiction he’s ever heard. “They’re looking for you.”

The civilian frowns, but he doesn’t let it put him off. “Again, I’m not affiliated with any of the scum wandering the streets. No need to look for me.”

His bus is here. He gives the hero a half-hearted smile, more out of politeness than any feeling of satisfaction about this conversation, and starts for the queue piling onto the bus.

“[Civilian].” The hero’s hand closes around his arm, painfully tight. “I’m trying to help you. I can protect you from them.”

The civilian shakes him off, and in that hero brain it’s obviously hardwired as a signal for let go. They step back like they’ve been electrocuted. The civilian asks exactly zero questions and bolts for the bus.

“[Civilian]!” the hero shouts after him, but he ignores them and hops on just before the doors slip closed. The bus speeds away without a thought for the hero, leaving them watching mournfully from the pavement as it goes.

The civilian sets his books on his coffee table at home, trying to ignore what the hero said. They’re messing with him, surely. He has nothing to do with the heroes or the villains. They have no reason to have an interest in him. The hero was messing with him.

He hears his living room window sliding open at exactly 2am, though, and it occurs to him that maybe they weren’t.

[jacksproject2025]

You’re every thing wrong with this world you pos racist white supremacist sexist capitalist violent scum bag

Your ideology gets people killed. How can you live with that? Are you that evil? Don’t answer because I already know you don’t care. People are going to die because of you and all you care about is gas and eggs and taking women’s rights away.

Make the world a better place and die. Take whatever idiot whore dumb enough to love you and your little demon pos kids with you. Nobody wants them either. This world deserves better than you. DIE

Wow! 😄 Where to begin…

I might be a piece of sh-t sometimes but I’m none of the other things you rattled off. (Okay, guilty—I AM a capitalist.) I’m just a man with good sense and the audacity to love his country. Sorry to disappoint you.

Who is my “ideology” killing? Peds? Crossdressing r-pists? Terrorists? Psychopaths? Like guns, words don’t kill people. Even if they did and mine offed a bunch of violent perverts and psychos, SO WHAT? That would only make the world a better, safer place.

Gotta say I love how obsessed you freaks are with that “eggs and gas and women’s rights” line of bullsh-t. You fell hard for that one. But hey—my produce, my choice. 😉

If I do have a wife and children for you to wish evil on, that’d make me a lot better off than you because I know you don’t. You’re gonna realize too late that a loving marriage and a happy family are life’s greatest gifts. Grow up, find God, become somebody worth loving.

[celestiall0tus]

So, that was a thing...

So. Finale. Uh. Ok. There's a lot to unpack here.

So, this a big thing for me. And it's a major personal nitpick, but I just have to say it. Nightmares don't work like. What he brought forth was their worst fears, manifested directly as extremely to the point nightmares. I know magic and all that BS, but like he only brought forward the fears, not the emotions. Fucking people need to get a fucking grip. You going to freak out to the point of that over something extremely trivial. I get they're kids but explain the fucking adults. Grow a fucking pair you massive bitches! You having a mild panic over you not being able to save everyone with your powers? Here's a fucking cookie. While we're here, wanna trade? Nothing special, just terror induced vision of literal demons stalking my dreams trying to get to me while I'm at my most vulnerable and the only escape is into impenetrable darkness where even then I don't feel completely safe. No? Ok. Nightmares my ass. More like a bunch of big fucking babies.

Secondly, it's fucking White Diamond all over again! You have got to be kidding me! And in season 5 to fucking boot. What are the fucking odds? Gabriel did not deserve redemption. That man deserved to be outted for the scum bag he was. Not fucking praised as a fucking hero. Fuck! And that whole touching his heart and breaking his exterior? Fuck that bullshit. People like him don't change. The change they convey is a fucking illusion. Fuck that bullshit. Gabriel didn't deserve redemption.

A quick break to talk about what I did like. Bug Noir was better than I anticipated. Luka knowing kung fu made me laugh til I cried. Nathalie. Now moving on.

The finale felt underwhelming, even at the end with true form Plagg and Tikki, then Gimmi. I don't know, just felt meh. Then, is it just me or did anyone else feel the skip was a bit jarring. I dunno. Just didn't sit right. Like, all doom and anxiety, then sunshine and pool. I dunno.

In terms of it was Emile or Amelie. I don't fucking know and frankly don't give a damn. Nathalie is alive and I have a reason to continue watching the show. No joke, I might have stopped watching the show if she was gone.

Final thoughts. Could have been a lot better. It just felt messy and fucking bs White Diamond bullshit fucking again where a fucking villain is granted redemption when they don't deserve it. Like, c'mon, White would have been a badass villain but we got screwed out of that. Thanks Cartoon Network, ya bastards.

Am I looking forward to season 6?

This has been a L0tus rant. Have a lovely day.

[thenewfuture]

Enough! For the sake of the future and hope, this must be done! Now submit yourselves quietly or suffer the consequences.

I...I...

Please! Please, wait!

Yes, we know we did horrible things in the past, and the thought of brainwashing may not seem likely after all that has occurred, but it is a true fact. Miss Gekkogahara? You can confirm this, no?

..............

Miss Gekkogahara...?

Kids....this may seem bad, but it's for your own good. It may be best just to turn yourselves in and give up...

Miss...Yukizome...!

Hang on, if you could just let me-

*WHAM!* GAUGH!

M-Makoto...!

Hey, are you alri-

*WHAM!*

OOOF! *Juzo also punches Hajime to the ground*

H-Hajime!

Aaaaahh! It's all gone baaaad!

What the hell was that for, man?!

Y-You can't just do that...!

So, this is what it's come to. Future Foundation is nothing more then a bunch of thugs now? Attacking the defendant and witnesses. How far have we sunk to get this low?

Don't you talk to me like you know us, Kirigiri. These rotten bastards have defied us...

And this is just what scum like them get!

*BAM!* *He then kicks them both*

Hajime! Makoto!

I'm....I'm fine....! It's okay...just let it happen...!

Nonsense! I can not sit by while injustice like this carries on, especially to a dear friend!

Now see here! You will cease these violent assaults of these good people, or I will-

*SHING!* *WHOOSH!*

Eeek!

Ruruka: You keep talking like that, and the next one go between your eyes.

*Breathes into his bag extremely fast* *POP!* Aaah!

You cut that out too.

Gaagghh....Urrgghh....! 'Dammit...Why did this happen...?'

[crowtrobotx]

Do you all want to hear something HILARIOUS and AWFUL of course you do:

Signed into work this morning and there was an email in my inbox entitled “Department Grievance Letter” sent by an anonymous gmail account. If it wasn’t obvious from the title, it was essentially a huge manifesto on the various BS that my company/our department inflicts upon the workers and demands to correct the issues. (There is no union representing the type of work I do, as far as I’m aware.) This person (or people) sent it to the entire company (including the CEO), and carbon copied contacts at local news networks, OSHA, the DoI and the National Association of Insurance Companies. The way I was hooting and clapping and howling. My hero.

Of course, the company hasn’t issued a response and instead went in and deleted the email from everyone’s inboxes (well after we’d all seen it) and I heard from a coworker in another position that some of the call center reps got handed a number to direct “media inquiries” to but… that’s it. What a bunch of scum bags lmao I am so delighted by this. Love when the little guy punches up. All the positive energy going to whoever had the balls to do this.

[daphwritesworld]

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You're still taller than Simone Biles, so you've got that going for you! I've got a few inches on you, I'm 5'2" at the start of the day, and I stopped growing in 7th - 8th grade, so first I outgrew everyone, and then I started to become the short one. I took a photo with a bunch of my friends this summer who are all at least 5'6", and I looked like a dwarf. I 100% agree, I would very much like a tall gf, I can't reach the top cabinets in my dorm room right now, and it's just sad.

you know what hell yeah! that actually did make me feel better lmao. no bc i was PISSED bc i was always the front of the line on picture day. we went shortest to tallest and id be so salty about it id just walk to the door and wait for everyone else to get sorted by the teacher. i was NOT playing that game when i already knew the outcome lmao 😂 but yeah no my bestie is 5’7 and her boyfriend is 6’0 so everyone we hang out they have to literally look down to speak to me. if he looks straight ahead he can’t even see me 😭 but yes the tall girlfriend agenda is one that is near and dear to my heart. tbh that’s the only thing i miss about my most current ex…her height. she was a lying, manipulative, and cheating scum bag— who was a waste of my air….but damn she could reach anything and open any jar 😓 it’s enough to make a girl want to break no contact and send a “hey are you up?” text. (THAT’S A JOKE. i actually haven’t contacted her once since the breakup. remember ladies if you dump me once you’ll never get the chance be to dump me again. i will erase you from my life. i have this bitch blocked on everything. even spotify.) anyways this is my official announcement 📣: i am taking tall gf applications !!

[litterednglitter]

The most exceptional work that I consider my greatest achievement yet is when my high school friends and I helped organize the prom for my son's entire senior class, and I'm on track to do it all over again for my daughter. About 6 months before the event back in 2023, all of us mothers gathered at the PTA meeting. The topic of prom came up. All of us were so excited! We were all throwing ideas out there for the event. Which then led to all hell breaking loose. It was very tough to try to keep track of anything and to keep structure. A lot of us had side conversations about the color and style of our dresses, where we got our shoes, who took us, and what was trending during our time. We busted out the cheap boxed wine that I personally snuck in, and were reliving our glory days and there was no coming back to reality! Our 1st meeting about the prom was a complete bust. But OH BOY! It was something else seeing every single one of us reminiscing about our past.

Even though the PTA meeting was officially over some of us stood back… got even more hammered!! OHHH YEAH! AND I… proclaimed as their Overlord by putting on a cardboard cutout crown from Burger King. Side note: none of us ate Burger King that day. The one thing I found out the hard way is that drunk women are like small children and ants, we will find EVERYTHING! During this escapade, I came up with the bright idea of social media stock our old scum bag prom dates. If we weren't rowdy before we most certainly were now. After we got done doxing them spoofing our real numbers making prank calls and sending flowers to them acting as their lovers while their partners were home (that was my idea). We were one drink away from becoming a very stereotypic, vulgar group of construction workers from New York. That night ended with our significant others scraping us up from the floors and tables. We learned our lesson. 

Once the second meeting came, we all got a better grip on reality, and the real work began. We set a time frame but once again we hit another obstacle, the theme. If California's next big earthquake were to happen it would have happened in the gym for the amount of tension that was given in that room. But we are all grown women here, and we solved it the only way we knew how…we took a vote, and there was a 3-way tie. Then I whipped out a pack of Uno cards and we hasted out our problems that way. I did not win! I was sour about it. A lot of friendships were lost that day for the next 72 hours. Roughly. 

Nonetheless, all of us respected the Uno cards too much to ask for a rematch or suggest that anyone cheated. Plus, we lost about 2 meetings of productively already we didn't have any more time. We all got to work on the arrangements. Off we went to try to gather up what we needed for the big event. The theme was, “Under the Sea”. EW!

We were all split up into 3 groups. Decorations and Set up, Location and budget, and food and ticket sales. At least this time we could all pick which ones we wanted to go to. I was picked off to decorations, because let's face it, I'm Awesome! Not to toot my own horn, but I am pretty creative and resourceful. Which is what you needed to be because the budget was abysmal! Do you know how badly I just wanted to throw my hand in the air and say, “FUCK IT” and grab a bunch of random decorations from people's garages and put it all together? That’s right! I would have grabbed all their Halloween, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, and Valentines Day decorations. Yeah! I was gonna prove my point. Grown-ups always told me to pick my battles and I'M PICKING THIS ONE!!!!

Someone else on the committee was like that's not “Under the Sea” themed. My argument was, “Have you seen “The Little Mermaid” before? Insider his Castle there was nothing in it! And have you seen King Triton's room? No? Either. Have. I. Who knows what creepy shit he had up in there! King Triton could have a big ass Christmas tree with a Valentine's Day heart at the top of it and an Ugly Hargitt-looking spider fucking a Thanksgiving turkey while laying an egg! YOU DON’T KNOW! It was at that moment that realized why I was SOOOO HIGHLY REQUESTED to go to the decorations team. Yes, I am resourceful, but I can't stand up and pull miracles outta my butt! You all should have known this! Nobody can! Not for the type of decorations that was being requested. WW 3 broke out, then, negotiations took place. I had a semi better budget to work with. One that was more reasonable to work with. I think I made my point clear enough and I had logical reasoning on my side along with the majority of our entire group. Finally! I got to work.

The 1st places I went to were Amazon and Alibaba. You’d be shocked at how much you can find if you hit up the right places. So, I created a wish list filled it up with ideas and got some of my inspirations from Pinterest. It was very hard to stay within budget. Some of us helped pitch in with our own money and spent our free time making some of these props. Luckily, it wasn't all that much. But we had to be careful about how much and where to put all these decorations. We did find a way to stay within budget. But our next problem was that we had no place to put it because no location was set. So, the teachers gave us a room to place everything in. It wasn't very big. It was the size of a cracker-jack box. So, some of the women employed their husbands to deal with that. 2 of them played Tetris in their free time. I was fully confident they could get the job done without ruining any of it. This took about 2 weeks to make. 

The Decorations were mostly done. The food partition was the first of all of us to get done, so none of us had anything to worry about. They did struggle with ticket sales. All of our decorations team helped with that. We volunteered our time after school each day for the next month until ticket sales were where we wanted them to be. Some of the mothers were so bold as to physically chase down the cars, making the parents buy the tickets. Thank God none of us were strangers to one another or that would have been awkward. We all grew up with each other and went to high school. I mean not all of us. We only chased down known family members and classmates that we personally knew on that level. Boundaries matter…kinda.

We had all of this done but once again “the Location Group” didn't have a place yet. What gives?!? The prom date was closing in on us. The leader of this group hasn't been in for the last couple of meetings. Of course, we all banded together and went up to her 2 sidekicks and asked where was she? They all came up with excuses. The 1st time fine we all had those days. We let it slide. The 2nd time, fine! Life does get the best of us. The 5th time? No. Something is up. A small group of us got together and went over to her place. Yeah, we had our problems and our personalities didn't click. But we all held respect towards each other. Our kids are all friends with each other. We all did a pretty dam good job in raising them. So as we approached her place and knocked, none of us knew what to expect. 

When she finally answered it wasn't good. Remember when 2 of the husbands were helping us place our decorations into that crack-jack box? When we left it was 2, parentally, while we were away a 3rd husband came. They all went out to the bar afterward. None of us knew that the 3rd husband had a problem with alcohol. I just wish she could have come to us and told us. It wasn't none of our business. She wasn't comfortable enough to let any of us know and that was our fault. To be fair this woman is a bitch anyways, but we are not a bunch of psychos we would have helped. Now she has to deal with family. She wasn't in any state of volunteering any of her time when she had something so serious going on. 

She gave what was able to get done. Which wasn't much. It was about 30% of it of this project. Out of respect we still kept her in the loop on what we were doing. 1 member had a personal connection to a business owner who owned a nice-sized boat off of Alameda harbor. We had secured a date for that to give the deposit. Finalized the ticket sales which was in May and the big day came. 

It was my idea that the team was to do an even split. Half of the team took care of the food other half was with me for decorations. We had a total of 6 hours to get this all installed take the senior class out for their prom, break everything down, and leave it as we 1st found it. I'll tell you once and I'll say it again. I am not a magician but that day with the help of everyone else we all somehow were able to pull that rabbit out of the hat. It took 1 flat hour to set up all of our decorations and I assure you none of them were random holiday decor. It took 28 mins to fully set up the tables and food in the kitchen area of the boat. Just in time for the senior class of 2023 arrival. 

All of our kids had one hell of a night to remember. They all worked so hard for the past 4 years and they deserved it all.  We waved them goodbye as the boat took them up and down the Bay Area. Tears of joy were shed. Naturally! A lot of us mothers stood back. For one, we sold a lot of tickets, and we needed the space for them to enjoy. Second, all of us looked like we barely survived a tornado and that was the good half. My half we looked like we just came out of homelessness from the Tendorion distract. There was a deadline to meet as long as I didn't smell like piss or CACA I didn’t care. 

There were a lot of disagreements, to say the least. But despite all that, and a bunch of name-calling and catfights, we pulled everything together nicely. At the end of the day, we were all still friends who went to high school with each other…. well most of us. We still gather together and laugh about the whole ordeal. To be honest more than half of us were living vicariously through our children. There was a good portion of us who never had prom as an option during our senior.

None of us grew up rich. As a matter of fact, I, myself, was homeless for the better part of my youth. I was extremely fortunate to have gone to my prom. With the help of my besties along the way. The same besties that I worked side by side with in putting together this prom. Our kids are never going to know how hard we all bent over backward to make sure our kids had a good time. I will always consider this to be my most exceptional work. This was my 1st time helping to organize something this big, and I'm so looking forward to doing it all over again for my daughter. Only this time I'll be more prepared. I still have my Burger King crown.