#what a farce that is!
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i really don't want to be in an argument with a girl i've known since elementary school and brownies - who i'd literally get in arguments with over who could 'date' justin if britney/justin broke up way back in 2000-2001!! we loved them both. she claims brit (she totally said some shit i will not repeat and brought britney's kids into the convo after saying all that - justifying that she has kids herself now, and like saying in the same hypocritical thing oh leave jessica and her son out of this when i literally said NOTHING about their child, i just don't really 'get' jessica defending justin when he did her dirty too but that's another conversation!)
so now, fast forward a bunch of time - she's fighting so hard for him it's sickening, and f it - she can have him married or not. i'm team britney, not that there are 'sides' or whatever. god i'm so glad i saw the light. yikes. big yikes.
#nostalgia#celebrities#britney spears#anti justin timberlake#revelations#childhood#she won't let me vent about this without her 2 cents backing up justin like wtf?#leave it alone i dont wanna argue with you and ruin our friendship over this shit its not that important but i ain't backing down don't#don't slander my queen to prop up your douche bag of noodles and lies forever or the rest of your life!#you're awesome otuside of that just focus on that shit#then she had the NERVE to say britney was never victimized#sure jan she's been the media punching bag since 2000 and only got worse in 2002 onward so dellusional#she bought his side hook line sinker#what a farce that is!
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Thinking about a situation where SQQ gets a look at Luo Binghe's package (post-Abyss but pre-Maigu Ridge, or in an AU where Maigu Ridge doesn't happen) through like, the outline of his pants or whatever (maybe Binghe took a wardrobe tip from Jareth of Labyrinth), and then got to thinking about how huge Luo Binghe's meat is, like in an actually non-sexual way this time just his brain gets onto a tangent about a bunch of scenes from PIDW where the descriptions varied wildly, and then he starts wondering about exactly what size it is, because to go by the novel's descriptions it's either bigger than average but not insane or there's another arm stuffed into that codpiece somehow. Surely it's closer to the former than the latter? SQQ doesn't have any other evidence that physical limitations in this world are that different from his own world, but then again, would it come up in any of his conversations if women in this world have sufficiently cavernous vaginas for damn near every virgin Bingge met to accommodate a dick that big? Does it at least make childbirth easier? He hasn't exactly polled anyone on it, so it could be the case. But what about the back door, so to speak? There were a few sex scenes that went in that direction, forbidden tunnel of love type stuff and it was all incredibly bad and cheesy, but of course, SQQ actually has a "back door" too and surely he would notice if it was possible to stick his own arm up it. Although it's also not as if he's tried, and as a peak lord with a fantasy metabolism he doesn't actually have to take a shit either, his body processes everything extremely efficiently and it's been years since... well anyway it's not like he's had occasion to investigate it much, now that he's thinking about it. Maybe he can? Not that this is relevant information to anything though and given the inconsistencies the probable limitations of the numerous people PIDW Binghe had sex with, his package, though prodigious, is probably not actually that big of a weapon. How could he even comfortably keep it contained otherwise...? Etc etc etc.
Meanwhile the entire time he's having this internal spiel, he's just... staring. At Luo Binghe's dick. Really blatantly. It doesn't even occur to him that he's doing something incriminating about his interests or possible attraction precisely because he's not, for once, getting flustered about it (much) but is in fact genuinely vexed by the mystery. This is not so much a case of imagining Luo Binghe's dick as wondering about fantasy physiology. So he's lost track of where his gaze has wandered.
The longer it goes on for though the more flustered Luo Binghe gets though. Like, should he say something? Is this a prelude to Shizun making a move? Is there... something wrong with it? Why is he staring so intently? Is Shizun aware that he has just been looking straight at Luo Binghe's dick for almost ten minutes now...? He should definitely say something, right? Maybe this is his chance! Or maybe he should wait and see what Shizun does next? Should he try a line? Something suave? Ask if he wants to see it! Shizun can absolutely see Binghe's dick if he wants to! No wait, but what if Shizun is planning on making a move and he ruins it by being impatient? He should wait and see where this is going.
...How long is it going to take, though...?
Luo Binghe's brain frazzles between trying to decide if he should make a move or prepare to be receptive towards one, or maybe check and make sure his dick hasn't turned into tentacle or something without him noticing, while Shen Qingqiu slooowly (very slowly) begins to realize that yes, he has been staring at Luo Binghe's dick while lost in thought for such a long time that now it's weird. It's definitely weird. He should look away now, at once, except now if he stops staring at Binghe's dick it's going to end whatever stalemate this is and he's probably going to have to explain why he was ogling it in the first place, and he definitely cannot explain anything, so he just keeps staring while furiously trying to think of a non-gay explanation for why he's now glaring intensely at Luo Binghe's crotch.
...He can't think of anything. Oh god. This is a disaster. Luo Binghe is going to kill him for being a perve!
(Good luck, Binghe.)
#svsss#bingqiu#scum villain's self saving system#long post#I imagine this goes on for so long that they actually get interrupted before either one of them breaks the tension#sqq: oh thank god hopefully binghe will just forget about this whole thing haha it never happened it definitely never happened#lbh: is definitely not going to forget about this#is in fact going to fixate on it forever now thanks#is already trying to figure out how to ask what sqq thinks of his dick#is going to keep wearing the david bowie pants until it happens again for sure#sqq being conscious of what happened is now NOT looking in that direction at all ever again nope#the farce continues
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Any updates you’d want to share of your incredible marc 31&unfucked/airport rosquez wip? Or do you move in silence
twink for sale. never fucked. part one here, part two here ! yet again i have not reread the previous parts so these idiots might very well be talkin in circles. c'est la vie i am what i am.
Marc leans against the counter of the bar, a thick slab of slightly sticky wood covered in a mess of elbows and drinks. It’s not exactly a dive, but it’s unpretentious, laid back. Marc likes it. Likes the sound of the music and the smell of cigarette smoke.
The Ducati crew are all here, plus the Gresini people— celebrating an all-Ducati podium that saw Pecco roaring away into the distance before anyone could figure out a way to catch him, shades of Jorge Lorenzo. Marc had snapped up P3. Whatever.
He sighs. Studies the menu like he isn’t just going to order the same thing he always does.
Alex is feeling sick— staying at the hotel— and he doesn’t even know why he’s here. It's nice, but he doesn’t really know anyone. He wants to text Santi, see what the people at Honda are up to, but he balks. Someone might run a headline, and he doesn’t want to deal with that. He'll call them later, when he gets back to Spain, and link up for dinner then.
He orders his mojito and pauses, caught as a warm hand lands on his shoulder. He looks over, expecting one of his mechanics or someone from the factory team. Instead— Valentino. VR46 must’ve been invited as well.
A grin splits his face before he can help it.
“You still order the same drink.” Vale muses, like poking that particular bruise doesn’t even hurt him. He just— remembers Marc’s drink order like it’s nothing,
Marc ducks his head. “Shut up,”
“No, it’s just, you said– you are older now, yes? I thought maybe you would make a change?”
“Why should I? I like what I like.”
Vale flags the bartender and asks for a Negroni, curls his long hand against the glass. Marc catches his eyes on the bones of a wrist, the way it looks in the low lighting. He blinks.
He doesn't know what’s going on with him lately.
Vale leans closer, looks around, conspiratorial. Grin white sharp in yellow light, shirt gaping at the collar to expose the long lines of his neck. He raises a finger at Marc.
“You know, Bez has a bet about you,”
“Bezzecchi?” Marc asks, pulling back into himself— he’s never called him Bez, isn’t about to start now.
Vale tilts a chin over to the corner, where Bezzecchi and Pecco seem locked in some sort of boozy, animated discussion. Marc catches snatches of words in Italian: tattoo, turbo, braking.
“What bet?” He asks, turning back to watch Vale take a sip of his drink. It’s a wonder there’s not a camera on them. Although— he thinks about that headline. Friends again. Maybe he wouldn’t mind.
“That you will not win another title,” Vale says casually, smacking his lips around the bitter of his drink.
They’ve never been two people known for playing it safe.
Marc hums, fiddles with his bar napkin. “Oh, does he?” He doesn’t mention the bet he’s been told Uccio has. Four thousand dollars towards the same.
Vale nods. Places an elbow next to Marc on the bar and leans. Marc catches a whiff of his cologne— something spicy.
“Why should I care?” Marc shrugs, plays confused. He doesn’t— it’s Bezzecchi. He’s always been a bit weird about Marc. After Valencia last year, Marc has just written him off completely. One of Vale’s devotees too caught up in their history to think clearly for himself.
Vale laughs. “I guess you shouldn’t.”
“And what about you?” Marc prods, a little spiky. He's pretty sure he knows the answer. “What do you think? Will I win?”
Vale tilts his head.
“You could do it,” and Marc stares. “—if it rains.” Is the punchline that drags a smile back to him like a punch to the gut.
“Ah, I see. Master in the wet.” Marc waggles his eyebrows and Vale chuffs a laugh, scrubs a hand down his face like he’s embarrassed he finds Marc funny.
“No no, but you’re the only one crazy enough— Brno 2019,” He reminds Marc. “Why was it raining for us and not for you?”
Marc doubles over, presses his smile into his palm. He still can’t quite believe this is happening— that Vale still knows how to twist the knife enough to make it sweet instead of making it hurt, teasing in ways that make Marc bark a laugh instead of blink away the burning feeling in his stomach. Now the joke is— how bad it got is almost funny. The ludicrousness of their falling out. His injury. Vale retiring. Leaving Honda. and Marc shouldn’t be laughing really, but Vale’s always found a way to thrive in the comedic incongruity of a situation. How the hell did we even get here? Is the question, and they both seem to find it abruptly hilarious, tension snaking ephemerally away from them as they giggle like children.
Vale regroups, catching his breath, “Bah, anyways. Pecco will be very, very strong. Hard to beat when he is giving 100%.”
It’s probably the truth. It’s what he should say. Marc doesnt think he means it, and his smile grows.
He pretends to think. “Yes. He is. But I'm not trying to be greedy— nine is, nine would be a good number.” Continuing their theme—half a jab, half a joke—a test. Are they there yet, he's asking, can Vale take the same treatment from Marc? Daring Vale to confirm all his worst assumptions. If he’s going to pull back, get it over with. Pull him down to earth from where it feels like he’s floating away.
“Not as good as ten, no?” Vale says smoothly, and it would sound like taking the bait but his voice is still a tease, and his smile is still there, and he’s still next to Marc. Leans closer, even.
Marc doesn’t think he’s blinked in the last 45 seconds.
“No,” Marc lets every bit of his confidence into his voice. Nine times world champion is good, but Vale is right. He wants ten. “No, it’s not.”
“Ah, so that is the plan? Beat me?” Vale pulls another sip from his drink, leaning on the bar like he owns it.
Marc shrugs, grins hugely. “Beat everyone. These guys— they are not better than you, and they are not better than me.”
“Maybe not.” Vale’s looking at him, eyes sparkling, and Marc’s melting down, like sugar dissolving into tea.
He clears his throat. Maybe the mojito is stronger than he thought. He hasn’t— they’ve never talked about it like this. He hasn’t wanted to talk about this. But he likes that it’s happening now, somehow. That it’s happening like this, like it’s the past instead of the present.
“Eh, you know, you’ve been coming to a lot of races.”
“I have people I want to see.” Vale says, which could mean a lot of things, and “Old friends included,” which could mean less things but also isn’t necessarily any less confusing. Then he taps a finger on the edge of Marc’s drink, a non sequitur. “Can I try?”
Marc nods, feels like his brain is running a step behind his body. Watches Vale move the straw to take a sip from the rim, then think through the taste hitting his tongue.
“Do you like it?”
Vale shrugs, noncommittal, then pushes his glass towards Marc. He puts his hand on the back of Marc’s neck.
“Here. Try mine.”
“No, no no— I have had Negronis. Too bitter.” Marc says, even as he raises the drink to his lips. There's no straw in this one, just lips against glass. He wonders if it’s the same spot Vale had been drinking from earlier.
Bitter aromatics burst in his mouth. He makes a face against the strength of it, feels Vale’s laugh through his hand on the back of his neck. He shivers a little, it’s— he doesn’t know why he's doing that.
He decides not to think about it. It could be cold in here, he hasn’t really been paying attention.
“Ah, you’re one of those with a sweet tooth?” Vale takes his drink back from the well of Marc’s hand, and their fingers zap a little static shock that makes Marc feel brave.
Marc winks. “I am guilty.”
Vale just— looks at him. And they’ve done a lot of that in their history, looked at each other, tried to ascertain the next move to make on track or the next mind game to use in a press conference— but this feels different. Marc feels different. His skin feels tight and his head feels dizzy and his heart is pounding, and through it all Vale keeps looking, and he doesn’t quite know what to say or what to do, but he knows he doesn’t want it to stop.
There's a big cry from the other side of the room, breaking his train of thought— some mechanics in a rowdy conversation of some sort, and Marc becomes hyper aware of how exposed they are right now. Anyone could see— well, he doesn’t know quite what, but he knows he doesn’t want them to see it. He shifts, darts eyes to the exit.
He wants to leave, and it could be the alcohol, but Vale’s face is pretty much the exact thing that Marc wants to see right now.
“Want to head back?” Marc asks, feeling a little reckless— it’s a flyaway, he’s pretty sure they’re all packed inside the same hotel.
Vale considers him for a minute, and as Marc waits for him to speak he wonders if the booze is catching up to him. The world feels like it’s rushing around his ears.
“For sure.” Vale murmurs, and when he takes his hand off of Marc’s neck he can feel it slide all the way down his back.
When they get into the Uber, Marc looks at his phone and gives a little groan. Tries to shake it off. Feel more sober. Reassert some normalcy from their earlier tension. Vale and him– they haven't been friends in eight (Or nine? Marc thinks, Is it nine?) years. There’s bound to be growing pains.
“It’s so early.” He groans.
Vale nods. It is.
“I’m old.” Marc continues, reminded of their conversation in the airport. It’s true now— with Aleix going, he’ll be the veteran. How did that happen. You can’t talk to me about old, Vale had said. But he finds that he wants to.
“You are not old,” Vale echoes, with emphasis, like Marc’s insane. What does he know, he’s even older.
Marc puts a hand on his bad arm, which hurts. Slides down in the seat a little, loose with alcohol. He's such a lightweight now. He lets out a big sigh.
Vale nudges him. He's got a look on his face— that same conspiratorial one from the bar earlier, and Marc cranes his neck up.
“Marc,”
“Yeah?” God, his eyes are blue.
“Tell me— do you want to pay Bez back?”
“What?” Marc croaks, not really processing what he’s saying. He doesn’t want to talk about Bezzecchi— he can still see the skin between Vale’s shirt and his neck, can’t stop looking at it. He leans in heavily. Thinks about a world where Vale puts a hand on the inside of his thigh and leans right back.
“Yeah.” Vale flips up his hand to flash a hotel key card. probably Bezzecchi’s. He grins, waiting for Marc to get the joke, and after a moment— it clicks. Laughter explodes out of Marc’s chest.
It's been a minute since Valentino and him were on the inside of something. In cahoots, instead of at odds, and he feels— energized. Adrenaline creeping into him like an old friend. Suddenly, he doesn’t feel old at all, and he wants to get out and do something— sweat, dance, move, fuck. Get Vale to keep smiling at him. Ruin Bezzecchi’s day. Win another race this year. Win a championship.
For once, he sure that Vale feels about the same.
He leans into Vale’s space, sees his smile widen in return. “Let’s hide all of Bezz’s socks.”
So they do.
#'callie at what point in the season does this take place' i encourage you not to think about that whatsoever.#kind of want to write them breaking in to nab bez's socks but im unsure i could do it justice...#like in my brain its a comical farce where they have to impersonate him to a suspicious but slightly sauced celestino vietti#while vale has his hand over marc's mouth to muffle the HYSTERICAL honks comin out of him and yes. marc gets a boner.#motogp#callie speaks#asks#rosquez#my fic#my prompts#airport au
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On my 456283936 rewatch, I find that Cressida pointing how the marriage mart has a way of pitting women against each other was the most relatable thing ever
THE MARRIAGE MART WAS A BUSINESS TO ENSURE THE CROWN’S POWER STAYS WITH THEM AND NEVER REALLY WORKED FOR THE HAPPINESS OF THEIR CONSUMERS AND THAT IS WHY WHISTLEDOWN IS A GREAT MIRROR TO THE WHIMS OF THIS TIRED CHARADE AND WHY SHE ALWAYS IRKED THE QUEEN
#bridgerton#polin#netflix#nicola coughlan#luke newton#bridgerton seaosn 3#bridgerton season three#netflix bridgerton#bridgerton s3#bridgerton season 3#colin bridgerton#colin x penelope#penelope x colin#penelope featherington#lady whistledown#if we get past the romance trope#whistledown is actually a really great writer#and she does her job well and beyond what she needed to do#she could’ve just printed out gossip but she also provided an op-ed on this farce of a tradition
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Banning jewelry in the name of safety, banning team members from celebrating on the fences in the name of safety, banning certain underwear in the name of safety... And yet we have people casually strolling all over the pitlane while a race is still going on 💀
#what a fucking farce#im fining FIA and the GP organizers $20k for unsafe release#f1#azerbaijan gp 2023
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i can't stop thinking how funny it would be if gareth's brothers did in fact recognise him and were just like 'well clearly he has his reasons so let's all be good big bros and pretend we don't know him' and then spend the next few weeks before he goes off on his quest pretending extremely badly that they have never ever met this kitchen boy before nope not at all even while other knights are looking at them and looking at gareth and going 'hmmm'
#gawain can't resist giving weird brotherly pep talks every time he passes him like 'keep up the good work kid! we're all rooting for you!'#and then turns to ragnelle to whisper loudly 'that was ok that was normal and convincing right' while she rolls her eyes#gaheris bumps into him in a corridor and startles like a deer and is like 'hahaha random kitchen boy i certainly have never met before what#fine weather we are having in these parts hahaha i shall be leaving now through the door over there good bye' and then#walks into a broom cupboard and has to awkwardly back out again while gareth stands there#holding a broom that he was just about to put back in the broom cupboard#agravaine nearly manages to pass by without incident while gareth is scrubbing floors but at the last second brotherly instinct takes over#and he kicks the bucket of suds over yelling 'you missed a spot dickwad!' before sprinting away#gareth is just 'wow my brothers are bigger freaks and weirdos than i remember i don't want to be associated with these losers'#meanwhile arthur is like 'kay can you please just tell them all that you know who he is because i cannot take this farce much longer'#kay: ... oh so now im not allowed to have fun am i? fucking tyrant
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is there a scientific study linking watching ranboo for extended periods of time to questioning your gender
does ranboo turn the kids not cis. is this something they're known for.
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delight of the day: survived the first week in the new job without burning anything down
#*mine#mona rambles#it was really quite good actually#like yk it's Work and a 5-day week is like. whack#but getting to go home after 6 hours is WILD. working on a computer instead of like. social/nurse work?? lol. lmao even#like sure this is gonna get rougher once i have to handle my own teams but good god#and it's been fun!! it's actually cool to work together with people and all that#there's definitely office politics going on but I am so utterly unbothered by that stuff so it's really whatever#but also. a two day weekend is such a farce i used to have entire weeks off. what do you mean#/hj#i don't just want my cake i want the whole bakery etc etc#anyway!! i made it!! haven't regretted it yet!!! a win in my book
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I will never make this because it would be for an audience of one (me) but ever since reading "If we Were Villains" (story about serious drama kids in college who perform shakespeare and deal with a murder) I have been entertaining the thought of a crack fic crossover with High School Musical The Musical The Series where the staff decides they will no longer put on shakespeare after the tragic accident that happened at Thanksgiving, because Shakespeare plays would only increase the tension and drama. So they hire Ms. Jen who decides their spring play will actually be High School Musical (which exists in the 90s in this universe) and it ruins the vibe so much that everyone gives up on being dark and mysterious because they're universally pissed at Ms Jen for making them learn choreoraphed basketball dancing.
#if we were villains is actually genuinely good and has actual literary worth and pulls from shakespeare in an intelligent meaningful way#but unfortunately all i can do is comedy so this is the only fan content i have to offer :(#THE THING IS iwwv is just hsmtmts if it hsmtmts was good and also they committed crimes#they utilize the same parallel of casting choices with real life drama which I love#umm so casting: Meredith would be Sharpay Obvi. I think it would be really funny if James was cast as Ryan bc they hate eachother and would#have to pretend to be siblings working together. And I think ashley tisdale and Lucas Gabreel actually didn't get along when filming#also i love the thought of Ms Jen looking at James and going “i know what you are”#HOWEVER it would be more interesting if james was Chad to Oliver's Troy (which is really just reversing their Romeo and Juliet moment)#bc chad is like nooo don't do theater... stick with me and do basketball... but it would be Coded Subtextually#Unfortunately Wren would be typecast as Gabriella and I don't think that would cause drama bc I don't believe James actually liked her!#I think it was comp het bc she was very sweet and nonthreatening as opposed to Meredith's big flirting energy so she would be a “safe” crus#lets lean into that actually. this gives Wren a chance to have a personality (bc I enjoy this book but it is not good at fleshing out women#So oliver and Wren spend more time together and kind of talk about James a little and Wren is like yeah James is very sweet#and I like him but it feels so hard to get him to feel comfortable with me... i guess he's just closed off and doesn't talk much#we also get to see more of her personality and interests maybe she's like I relate to gabriella because I also like to Read :) feminism#and oliver is like Hmm That Is Not My Experience With Him perhaps our bond is deeper and James does like me Hm#And then Meredith can flirt with him as Sharpay and James gets pissed and in character gets very intense about how Troy can't join THEATER#that's why he's upset and sad bc sharpay represents theater and only that reason and nothing else and he isn't in love with oliver At All#Alexander can be Ryan now since James is Chad (and he's also Gay) and Filippa can be Kenzie bc they're both queer coded#Anyway at rehearsal one day Meredith and James and Oliver are having their fighting over troy moment and then Meredith stops and is like#wait guys. This musical is so freaking stupid. why are we even doing this#and their mutual frustration at their art being turned into a farce is enough to bond them together and they're like#we need to focus on our REAL enemy: ms Jen#and then they hatch a scheme and it's probably like. They dump a bucket of fake blood on her at opening night a la carrie#and then put on their own rebellious production... it still has to be a musical because i like musicals#families with children are in the audience and they're like OK FOLKS! HERE'S ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW!#if we were villains#iwwv#hsmtmts#high school musical the musical the series
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The jury votes are pure TRASH🤮
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OUAW EP 11:
THE MIKEY SHUT UP CAMPAIGN MUST STOP HE IS A COMEDIC GENIUS AND SHALL NOT BE SILENCED (I am forcibly dragged offstage and taken to the farm)
Wowwww this cast is very comfortable with each other!!!!!!
The wedding must go on. Oh no it’s so Shakespeare. Shakespearean farce.
NONE HYDRA WITH LEFT BEEF (I say this in lieu of repeating most other things that happened in this particular section)
What happens during wedding prep stays during wedding prep
MIKEY STOP MIKEY PLEASE THE BIT IS OVER THE BIT IS DONE, I TAKE IT ALL BACK MIKEY SHUT UP
pinecone my heart ❤️ I need pinecone fanart stat
GOD NO FROSTY NO Neil isn’t real Neil isn’t real (side note: Neils never turn out well…)
Kremy will not let anyone take this from him
What��…even………….happened here
I don’t know how this happened. Wow.
#once upon a witchlight#ouaw#live commentary#what even#Shakespearean farce#alls well that ends well#loa#loa tumblr#legends of avantris#dnd#dnd campaign
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He is my spirit animal.
#paradistalks#undead girl murder farce#tsugaru shinuchi#i said what is said.#he is practically oni so....
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It is interesting to note that very few supposed ‘pro Ukraine’ figures are condemning Guterres for his trip to Russia. Even after Zelensky refused to meet with Guterres due to this. It is quite clear why. Because to criticise Guterres in this regard would mean acknowledging that *shock horror* the Jews were right about him all along. It would also mean that *shock horror* the Jews could also be right about the UN being institutionally rotten. Rachel Moiselle
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Late Night at the Lab Patreon | Ko-fi
#I just posted another T'Rahni'hk pinup there...she is just so easy to put in situations#she seems like she'd be perfect for a farce and also she exists in every timeline through virtue of my will#T'Rahni'hk#bea art tag#star trek oc#Vulcan oc#beas ocs#Both of those are underwear - one's T'Pol style and one's what I think she'd actually wear#which is like - a thermal one piece which can be unclasped to turn into two separate pieces
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OH I'M SORRY I DIDN'T REALISE UNDEAD MURDER WAS GONNA GIVE US LUPIN HOMOEROTICALLY KIDNAPPING THE PHANTOM AND HAVING HIM TIED TO A CHAIR TO COMPARE HIM TO A RUBY AND THEN SAYING THIS
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I just think that Timmy and Mr Crocker have one of the funniest protagonist/antagonist relationships ever. Mr Crocker knows that Timmy has fairies — it's not guess-work, he's literally seen them.
Which ordinarily would be a violation of the rules, but the dude is so fucking batshit that no one would ever believe him, resulting in this open-secret dynamic where Mr Crocker is obsessed with getting irrefutable evidence of this fact, but he literally never succeeds because even though he's going up against a ten-year-old, Timmy is a ten-year-old with magic, and Mr Crocker is about as subtle as an avalanche.
#fairly oddparents#sorry I'm forever obsessed with their dynamic in Wishology Part 2#*timmy appears in his lab* *crocker screams* ''how did you get this squid past mother??''#''tell me you have fairies and we have a deal'' *deadpan* ''i have fairies.'' ''NO USE DENYING IT— oh that was anti climactic.''#''what's in it for me?'' ''i'll let you see my fairies.''#just timmy taking charge of the situation and deciding to stop with the usual farce of denial is really funny to me
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