#what a feckin nerd!!!

[aha-chuu]

I find it so amusing that Alhaitham's "least favourite food" voiceline is this:

Which, like, A) doesn't actually say anything about his tastes, and B) nerd.

But then his signature dish is this:

Derived from this:

He LITERALLY just took a stew, a "soup-like" dish, fried it into a pie(?) so that he could eat it like pizza while reading.

(and for my Kavetham/Haikaveh girlies out there, the signature says "contemplation" on top. Which really feels like Alhaitham's passive aggressive way of telling Kaveh to think things through more.)

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

Roommate!Johnny x Reader

Title: Pineapple

Synopsis: It's highschoolish, but you call Johnny pineapple... Until he finds out, of course.

Warnings: this is fluff and shit.

AN: This has sat in my drafts for five-ever.

"You sound like a highschooler!" Your best friend laughs, a grin on her face. She shakes her head a little, "I mean... Pineapple? Really?"

You roll your eyes--of course it sounds stupid but he's *always* around, he CONSTANTLY has the possibility of overhearing if you say his name.

"You *know* why it's pineapple, though. Because I can't let *him* hear, and he's always bloody around an-"

"Mornin' bonnie, Bonnie's friends," Johnny--or pineapple, or the jock of your dreams (regardless of the fact that you're not even in highschool and didn't even go to highschool with him) if you wanted to be honest--cuts in, "Sorry to interrupt, are ya all stayin' in todey or no?"

You look up at Johnny and your face flushes like you're a little nerd and just saw the captain of the Varsity football team shirtless. You stammer out a, "Stayin' in."

You turn over to your best friend who is *cackling*, and all she says is "Pineapple it is."

Cut to two months later and you're still calling Johnny "Pineapple." Even *he* jokes about learning the identity of pineapple, ironically enough.

You're at the grocery store and you spot your best friend, you have Johnny on the phone, telling you what he needs and you set your phone down against your shoulder.

"Hey!" You say excitedly, and your best friend hugs you. You laugh together.

That is, until she asks, "Do we still have to say pineapple if Johnny isn't around?" Loud enough that Johnny could hear.

Your eyes widen and before you can squeak out an answer she crosses her arms, "I mean... It *is* about time you tell him you fancy him. He's not gonna reject you, you know."

Your jaw goes slack and Johnny falls silent. You hang the phone up quickly and explain to your best friend what just happened, and all she does is shrug and say, "'Bout time."

You get home and you're putting groceries away when Johnny appears in the doorframe, looking smug.

"So.. pineapple, huh?"

"Shut up, Johnny," you respond, setting the eggs down on the counter and putting the milk in the fridge.

He frowns, "What? Didnae think I'd find ou'? Really shoulda sooner..." He has that stupid smirk, the one you love, the one that makes you laugh. But right now? It only makes you want to cry.

"Just shut up and ignore it!" You respond, glaring daggers into him, "I *don't care* what your response is, I have no desire to know!"

His face falls slightly, "Bonnie... Ya think I'm gonnae reject ya?"

You look even more annoyed at that, "O-obviously! You're a bloody bomb tech, and a Sergeant. You're so strong you could pick any bird you see up! You're fuckin' smart, and you're a handsome bloke and it's *bollocks* to think otherwise!" You shout at him, before going back to packing away groceries.

"So just.. ignore it, and ignore *me,*" you add on quieter, the resign in your voice stronger than Johnny has *ever* seen.

"Bonnie... I'm not rejectin' ya. You're no' thinkin' straight if ya think I am."

Your eyes dart to his, "Don't toy with me, Johnny."

He shakes his head, "'M no'! You're pretty, an' my type. I'd very *much* like it if ya stopped actin' like I would never, when I *very much do.*"

Your face falls, "Y-you *are* serious.." you mumble out, standing up from the refrigeratour. He approaches you, hands going to your hips. Your face gets all splotchy--less pineapple, more.. tomato?

He nods, grinning that cocky little grin, "I do, yeah. Gonna keep telling me I don', bonnie?" His thumbs rub at your hips, he leans in a little, "you're feckin' daft if ye think ot'erwise."

He closes the distance and you let out a little gasp as he plants a gentle peck on your lips. He pulls back and lets go, "Tha's *much* better. Now go finish the groceries and we'll watch our show, yeah?"

You nod, speechless, walking off, Johnny giving your ass a little tap as you go back to putting groceries away.

[izder456]

A Ramble on Open Source Culture and Where I Feel It Fails

I feel like Linux's user base is stuck in this weird fanboyish space where nerds think they’re hotshots just because they stopped using Windows or OS X.

The BSDs—and especially OpenBSD—seem to attract people who love the systems for what they are, not for what they're not. This is the main reason I tend to avoid Linux's broader user base. How can we go about unifying our user bases when so many discussions start and stop with, "Well, it’s not Windows"? We’ll get nowhere if we only define ourselves by what we're not.

To start, yes, we will definitely need to discuss what Linux is and isn't. Many users come to it expecting something like Windows, and we have to clarify that it's not that. However, we need to steer clear of oversimplifying Linux into just a Windows alternative. Linux is so much more than that, and false advertising helps no one.

I feel like desktop Linux is following the same trajectory the internet once did. At first, the web was the domain of comp sci majors and hardcore nerds. Then AOL came along, and suddenly anyone could get online. The same trendiness feels like it's kicking the Linux user base in the gut.

Oldheads don’t like it. Just look at how some Linux distro forums treat newbies—it’s awful. Elitism is stupid. Just shut up, RTFM, hack, and share your knowledge with others. No one cares how l33t you are, y'know?

At the end of the day, people should use whatever OS they want—Windows, OS X, Linux, *BSD, etc.—but they should also understand the implications of that choice. This is especially important for systems like Linux and BSDs, which are fundamentally different in philosophy and purpose from consumer-focused OSes.

For example, *BSD is not going to behave like Linux, and even the various BSDs themselves don’t behave like each other. Linux is definitely not going to behave like Windows. And yet, YouTubers and bloggers keep marketing Linux as a "Windows alternative." It’s not. That framing leads to inevitable disappointment.

I'm not saying Linux can't be used as a desktop OS. It can. So can the *BSDs. Truthfully, they absolutely rip as desktops! But new users need to understand that Linux isn't a cohesive ecosystem; it’s a kernel that many operating systems (read: distros) are built on. The modular, decentralized nature of Linux development means that desktop usability basics can vary wildly between distros. This lack of cohesion is part of why desktop use will likely never be Linux's primary focus. In the case of the *BSDs, things are more cohesive, and thus have a bit more stability in mind. The *BSDs, however, are a little more DIY-ish than "normie" Linux distros are. And as such, jaded Linux oldtimers, often make the jump to the *BSDs 'cos of this.

Windows is not a general-purpose OS. Linux and *BSD generally is, however. That fundamental difference explains why these systems shine in DevOps, sysadmin tasks, or corporate development but often falls short as a plug-and-play desktop experience. Properly informing users what they are—and what they aren't—is critical for them to enjoy the migration experience.

These systems let you build what you want with them. That means work, usually. It's not a bad thing; it's just the reality of the system. Prospective users need to be ready to get their hands dirty, because that's where the fun is. Solving problems with quick hacks or scripts is deeply rewarding—like a drug, honestly.

And for users who get this—who appreciate that Linux and BSDs are about freedom, experimentation, and flexibility—they’ll fit right in IMHO.

I feel hacker culture can be healthy. I'm calling for a modification of hacker culture to bring in new users more openly and honestly.

I want new users to use Linux and the *BSDs, I feckin love these systems. OFC I want others to join me!

[dad-left-for-the-milk]

Let’s keep it short because I really don’t care

-Ruairí Whalen is ainm dom (pronounced Rure-y)

-I’m 12 and a half

-Moms from Ireland and the father’s apparently a Greek god??? (What the actual skibidi mother)

-I’m in this weird camp with other kids from Greek gods and it’s well something…. Let’s just say the gods owe a lot of child support please get me out of here I miss my home

-if you told me a few weeks ago I was the child of a feckin Greek god I would have thought you were a looney but now I think I’m the looney….

-I can use weapons now which is cool ig

-tumblr is popular among the others at camp half blood so im going to make friends here but in my own chronically online way

-I’ve been expelled from three schools 😛😛😛

-this dude Percy is the goat 🔥🔥🔥🔥

-I like science a lot

-I don’t actually like skibidi toilet I’m not one of those gen alpha don’t worry

-yeah that’s it

Byeeee

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-Mod and character are minors mod uses she/her while Ruairí uses he/him

-if you can’t tell I’m Irish and one of the main reasons I made this blog was to practice it in a way 💀💀💀

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Additional info on this menace

-Raised in Ireland for the first 9 years of his life (he was born in Cork city and spent a majority of his life in County Kerry)

-his mom met his dad on a holiday in Florida

-parents: Róisín Whalen and (redacted)

-lil bro hasn’t been claimed yet

-Mega science nerd and adores sci fi and horror novels his favourite book is it by Steven King

-Speaks both English and Gaeilge and uses Irish slang words

-Raised in the internet the iPad kid ever

-skipped two grades (currently a freshmen) so he’s used to talking to kids older than him

-physically weak he will lose almost any fight he’s in

-third cousins to Ed Sheeran

-Positive traits:curious,witty,intelligent,confident and honest, awkward

-flaws:blunt,reckless,cowardly,ignorant, nerd

[hoardofshinythings]

Gremlin Notes: Stranger Things Ep. 1-S. 1

Byers have a mut retriever? House doesn’t seem dog lived in. Neighbours? Keep eye on pupper in future episodes. 

Creatures mess with phone lines 

Demogorgon unlocks door from outside (telepathic powers), can teleport though so why? Does it have wherewithal to be a haunting dick? Keep an eye on this to see if something like this happens again. 

Will grabs dads gun, knows how to load it (dad teach him... or mom?? I can see his dad getting impatient with him while teaching him, but then Mom latter teaching him with patience to do it... or! OR. Johnathan. Hmmmmm). I am officially on team ‘Give Will A Gun’. Not even as a treat. Fay boys with boom sticks are badass. 

Joyce does not confirm kid is missing with Wheelers mom. No trust? Or just hopeful? Looks like no trust. Is Mrs. Wheeler a gossip?

BARB DEFF A LESBIAN MY GOD. On SITE. She may not know it but I do. Course she dies dammit.

Phil Larson: someone keeps stealing gnomes from his garden. No murders or other big things in the last 4 years (but no mention of before). Keep an eye on reports of weird, silly, or off things that happen in town for background noise or weird connections you can make later.

OMG Ben is just a gentle giant oh rude. Knows all the truckers and old folks in town. Who the shit would believe he offed himself? The look on his face when she said 11. He called the police.  What if they had arrived first.  Did they really have to kill him? They really really didn’t? Though I guess even if they convinced the both of them the lady was child services it’s a small town word would get around about a starving kid in the woods... but who would connect the dots? Could just be one of those ‘weird things’ that happens and then vanishes into the rumor mill. Ben did not need to get capped. What if he brought her down to the station instead what would have happened? Would they have feckin shot any officer involved? Like... your problem solving skills are NOT the best here secret lab. Choose the most normal route to not be noticed. But then maybe there have been a lot of cuts and they don’t have the sharpest staff anymore and ‘quick shot mcgee missus’ is the kind of slapstick crap they got now.... which explains why the place is falling apart at the seams with crazy shyte by this point. Hmmmmmmm.... 

Teacher BIGGEST nerd. Scott Clarke 

Mom took Will to see Poltergeist but not Johnathan. J just not a horror kind of person or is this a favoritism thing? Keep an eye out for this.

Johnathan deff has older sibling syndrome out the wazoo. Used to calming mom, probably forced to be mediator. Anxiety out the ass probably. She tries to bond with him in panic night of disappearance. He doesn’t know what to do with that. She falls apart really fast. He is deff used to managing her. Probably has de-escalation skills tantamount to a Negotiation Specialist due to his parents obvious rough road and then dealing with that in a small town and the rumor mill of it all. 

Mike see’s Steve climbing the side of his house and just goes on because wtf dude I got other shit to do. Very sibling blackmail collection habit.

Observation of Nancy and Steve interactions. Always seems like something disappears in Steve’s eyes when she calls him an idiot. She means it as an affectionate nickname, so he is playing it cool, but that look says he has to TRY to play it cool and not take it to heart. It has probably been used on him by those he cares about before, but meant to hurt unlike her. It does make him back off from what he is trying to do each time. A switch is flipped to Step Back mode.

[baileybooradly]

My mom’s fussing at me; calling me Deacon because I haven’t done the dishes in five years

[theangrypokemaniac]

Stop

XXIII. Tales From The Crypt

Oooh, precious blood.

I remember the days when Team Rocket walked about in the sunshine.

We didn't know when we were well off.

Ever since Alola prioritised licking pies and picking arse over fun, we're stuck in one boring bastard spot for the era.

Naturally we sink to the bowels of Vermilion like scaly, half-blind Mole People.

Careful now.

• No air?

• No light?

• No water?

• No warmth or comfort?

• No wallpaper or carpet?

• Bare brick and cold concrete?

• One bar stool and a wipe-clean settee?

• An overflow of scrap metal, cardboard and a variety of wooden boxes?

It's like the bloody IKEA catalogue.

I ain't seen this many crates since me Crash Bandicoot days.

Nothing says 'domestic bliss' like pulling splinters out yer face every morning...

...Turning on Knob Telly for that crystal-clear sewer signal quality...

...With Mini Fan keeping the sultry heat at bay.

What, several miles under the cold earth?

Yes. Much closer to Hell.

That kind of surly greeting is just what we're looking for at the Post Office.

I thought it was steps. I was wrong.

'Cause the table's running on a railway.

But only one side has the wheels, so don't go pushing it too far.

They're doing a lot of reading these days.

How, when the best illumination comes from Illegible Neon Signage?

Nothing says 'rebel' like poor quality vision.

Yeah! Squints are so kewl!

Sunken Bookcase? Ooooooooh, get you.

Jess 'n' Jim shun back support, each nursing a hump by bending over the barstool.

Another crate! So low and flat it counts as a bed in these parts.

Three things however puzzle me:

1. Who bought the photo of Midgar?

2. Who's tearing posters off the walls?

No plaster and yer fussy about pictures?

3. That glowing red thing, with the wheat sheaf carvings, is a...

• Sun bed?

• Jukebox?

• Fruit machine?

• Iron lung?

• Dæmon catcher?

Wobba's chilly, man!

Now I wouldn't be slumped on slabs freezing me fuzz off, just waiting for that railway table to slice me tail up if I could help it.

Calm down love. They ain't even got a toilet here.

Yer never thought of getting a few beds in then? An arm chair? Or a rug?

Bean bags, man! I'd settle for bean bags!

Nah. What's this nuclear bunker crying out for?

A SNOOKER TABLE!!!

SNOOKER LOOPY NUTS ARE WE!

WE'RE ALL SNOOKER LOOPY!

Feckin' genius.

Unsolved mysteries include:

1. How did it get through the door?

2. How did it fit in the 'phone box?

That's space well spent if ever I saw it!

A pimply, pube-headed nerd's fantasy of a 'badass' hideout is before us.

• Idiot Team Rocket suddenly carry a library, but can't see for 'atmospheric' lighting.

• Despite the hologram, we've an analogue telly that only shows Wobba's revenge porn.

• Entertainment consists of 'edgy' working class games they've never cared about.

Like a dartboard...

When Meowth's a midget.

And a snooker table...

When Wobbuffet's got flippers.

How's he holding on?!

[skullboysfinale]

🙃- Shichishichii to the final faith boy's.

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

⚕ “I don’t look like it but I’m a big eater. Once I got caught chewing on a feckin tin can.”

✚ “Collecting anime figures...”

☤ “I used to look more like your average nerd when I was in high school...”

☣ “I do not find it embarrassing but my teeth can be a nightmare to brush. I sewed my lips shut because [REDACTED] but I still have the capability to fully open my mouth by [REDACTED]. It is what you may know as a Glasgow Grin.”

@shichishi-chii

[troubled-little-loner]

What a feckin nerd.

[litheriel]

64 65 66 67 68 69 70 lol 💕

64: Do I believe in luck? - Mmh yeah I do

65: What’s the weather like right now? - Clear sky, sunny! Not that I’d get to enjoy it bc I’m at work for the next 5 hours but oh well, still nice!

66: What was the last book I’ve read? - Last book I finished: The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski. Currently reading: Sword of Destiny by Sapkowski as well!

67: Do I like the smell of gasoline? - I.. don’t think I do?.. There are worse scents but it’s also not that great?..

68: Do I have any nicknames? - Quite a few but I don’t think people ever use them seriously! A few of my personal favs are: Frankie, smol ginger, cute nerd.. ahah

69: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? - Uhhh I broke my wirst once when I was like 11 years old. Other than that I haven’t had any major injuries yet! Let’s hope it stays that way!  EDIT: Okay even worse probably but I can’t remember in detail bc I was 5 feckin years old.. I had a rupture and had to get surgery lol

70: Do I spend money or save it? - Oh boi I used to be so good at saving up but recently I’ve been yearning for that sweet, sweet release of serotonin so I’ve been a bit more spendy oops

Thank you so much!! ❤️  

[dontdrinkyourmilk-blog]

StarShips were meant to fly | Louis & Elliot

What does one do when you have all the time in the world to do everything and nothing? You pick up more work, that’s what. Once Elliot had seen a posting to work at this aptly named ‘Junk Shop’- he figured it would be quite an easy task, or something like that. The young man already had the credentials enough to run two shops anyway. (He already was.) So why not work at another? Maybe he’ll make a friend or two. Or not. Not like he was expecting anything like that anyway. Although, Elliot had to write back home to his mother- that momma’s boy he was, and this ‘Louis’ character was the only name he’s ever dropped towards her. I guess we could become friends...Though how does one make friends? In his free time, all his friends were either people on the interwebs or just....well. HAH.

Goddess he was so tired, having the itch to take a smoke break--Elliot sets off towards the back to ask his coworker if he could go--

Huh? HUHH??? What.

The.

World. Was. That. ???????????

Was his boss some sort of rocket scientist? WAS THAT REALLY A ROCKET SHIP IN THE BACK OF THE SHOP?!? An ACTUAL, FECKIN’ ROCKET SHIP. Just who in the seven layers of a bean burrito was this guy? Elliot thought he had the advantage over him already, being able to talk to an actual girl ™ . ( To be fair, on Elliot’s end- That Lyla girl resembled a LOT like his own mother. ) And now, Elliot felt like he was even more pathetic than he let on. (Great, nothing new.) But even so, even so-- This was--this is--Actually KINDA COOL?

“.........” Of course, Elliot was rendered speechless for words. Nerd.

[watchfuleyeleans]

what made luka your wife??? is it the hair is it the voice

ITS THE HAIR THE VOICE THE GENERAL AESTHETICS HER ROLE IN MOST VOCALOID SONGS... like shes supposed tae be one of the eldest alongside meiko, shes all refined n shite while also being an octopus nerd, shes a sweetheart and big sister figure while also feckin up the annoying lads. and theres this air of mystery aboot her in many songs in which she's the magicky lady, ye never know if shes just a whimsical human or an otherworldly creature. that's a woman ill give me heart and hand in marriage to

[gloomflower]

A commissioned piece of a tiefling warlock, and me pretending to know what those words mean. Ya feckin' nerds!

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[crunchbites-muscle-structure]

no scrubs.

tlc’s “no scrubs” but it’s red vs blue & it’s a shitty wattpad-style fic. pls enjoy. if you don’t you’re a coward and a scrub.

"Tucker... I can't do this anymore." A breeze whipped by and thrust Wash's frosty locks directly into the pupils of shale thunder cement pavement cloud gray eyes, instantly blinding him. "I'm sorry. I love you. But I just can't be with you." Tucker melted into a pool of tears of whiny-bitchness. "WHAHHHHHHHHHHY WASH WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME I"M TRY SO HARD MMMMSJAGHHHAGHMMAHDEHH" Wash patted his now ex-boyfriend's head. "I'm sorry... You're just not EdgyTM enough for me. We can still be-" "DON"T SAY FRIENDS YOU COWARD ASS BOTTOM BITCH," Tucker shriekded and whaPOW smacked the shit out Wash's ain't-shit ass. Tucker stormed off. He had given this man SO MUCH OF HIS FECKING TIME just to be PASSED OFF LIKE YESTERDAY'S FECKING LEFTOVERS. Who did Wash think he was, York or some shit? Tucker wasn't to be passed up like that. Uh-huh. No feckin' way, BETCH. He paused in the door. "Oh, and Washyboi?" Wash looked up with his somber Emo Band Frontman Gray Eyes. "Yes, ba- Tucker?" "I'm PREGNENT. It's SIMMONS'." From a distant pizza-scented heartbreak scene: "It's WHO'S? oH, GOD, NOOOO." It sounds orange. Tucker sweeps out of the scene like the bad bitch he is, leaving that ol' aint-shit-ass Freelancer behind. Fuck that mess. Ain't nobody got time for that. Honestly, how the feck do you pair a Lavernius with a David? What kind of white boy bullsh- Wash dissolved in angst and despair. He knew he was just a scrub. It wasn't his fault. Ever since Carolina returned, Wash had been unable to forget his one true love: Dr. Leonard Church.

uwu

Elsewhere, AKA the aforementioned heartbreak scene, Simmons had just woken up from a terrible traumatic nightmare about Grif falling off the cliff. Thank fuck the Meta died, right? No way in hell anyone present at that fight gave a half-shit about that fucking monstrosity. Simmons sighed in relief. All that mattered was that Grif had lived. Ol' nerd-ass maroon duderino hopped out of bed to go lay on his boyfriend, to find Grif had drowned himself in pizza. How? Fuck you and your physics. He just did. Simmons fell to his knees in despair. "NOOOOOOOO-" On the wall he saw it: "I can't believe you M-Pregnated Tucker." Simmons cried because, even now, after all this time- Always- He was just a fuckin' scrub.

uwu

Tex was above everyone else because she KNEW Church was a scrub. I know I just talked about the Meta fight and Tex is canonically dead but fuck you you don't know what the hell time setting is. This could be an AU. It's not. But it could be. It's just fucking canon. Somewhere in another,,,, Tex was reflecting on her own ain't-shit-ass boyfriend, and his ain't-shit-ass original form. They were both ain't-shit-ass. Church, in every iteration, was a goddamn scrub. And Tex was just boss-ass enough to make up for all the ain't-shit-ass Church brought to the relationship. She knew why they lasted. She knew why they made it when Grif and Simmons fell apart because of Simmons being a scrub. She knew why their love was stronger than Tucker and Wash's. It was because her soulmate being a scrub was just some shit she already been knew. It was no shocking revelation, no horrible plot twist, no Wattpad fantasy drama, no telenovela stress scene. It was just a fucking fact that everyone who met Leonard Church was aware of: he was a scrub. Tex loved him anyway. Tex loved him even more because her scrubmate made her look so much more boss-ass in comparison. Fuck you, Leonard Church, she thought, and sighed in contentment. You ain't-shit-ass scrub, I love you so goddamn much.

uwu

Back to the plot, Tucker fell off a cliff or astronomy tower or something else edgy and dramatic because fuck you scrub-ass Wash he IS Edgy-TM. Simmons cried some fucking more because even though he was a hoediddyhoebag he still loved that child. This why you don't do tequila, ladies and gents. Simmons cried to Sarge, "I jahahahust dohohon't u-u-understYAAAAND-" To which Sarge promptly replied, "Get your sorry ass off my steel-toed boots before I crush your thick skull open, Private. You lookin' to get an ass-kickin' this early in the morning?" "Yes, Daddy." "What the chicken FUCK did you just say????" And that's the story of how Richard Simmons died.

uwu

The only people who don't belong in this fucking fic because they are PERFECT and have never loved or been a scrub or Doc and Donut. I would like to take this time to tell you just how perfect they are. But I'm not gonna do that. Figure out your damn self. If you think they're not soulmates, you're wrong. If you think they're scrubs, I'll meet you behind the Denny's and personally explain to you how the fuck hydrogen fusion works on the sun. Does it? No. Nothing works on the sun. And you won't either. You'll just

uwu

Sarge tromped into the room where Wash was still fucking dying in his own ball of emo angst. If this were a My AI(mmortal), Wash would've already done things that would cause me to add trigger-warnings to this fic, which I'm not gonna do because I'm lazy. Deal with it preps uwu Sarge marched right up to that ain't-shit-ass bumblescrub and grabbed him by his bumblescruff. "What in Sam Hill did you do to this place? Grif is dead, Simmons is dead, Tucker threw himself off a cliff-" "he did WHAT?" "He's dead, John." "My name is Da-" "I don't give a freckled ass's shit what your name is, Private. What did you do to my boys?" "I..." He threw a hand over his forehead like the edgy melodramatic shit he is, unaware of the storm he had culled. "I broke up with Tucker." Sarge, on the outside, just seemed like regular Sarge. "And why did you do that?" "Carolina being around... She reminded me of my one true love." Sarge's grip didn't tighten. His visor didn't show the red he saw. "And who would that be, Private?" "I'm not actually-" "AND WHO WOULD THAT BE, PRIVATE?" "Director Leonard Church." Sarge lost all inhibitions. Not another goddamn Church-fucker. The only Church-fucker allowed in this hell-base was Caboose, the one good blue. Sarge's boot met Wash's chest and yeeted him all the way to Denny's, where I waited to explain hydrogen fusion on the Sun. Everything was done. Everything was over. There was one thing left on this hell-base. One. Sarge was no scrub. Sarge was not and never had been in love with a scrub. He was immune to the Curse of the Scrubs, AKA the reason all these whiny bottoms died today. He departed from Wash's death scene to do what he should've done a long time ago. He went to his bedroom. Lopez waited there. And no, it's not what you think. Sarge opened his dresser drawer. "Lopez... I ever tell you about my OTP?" "No." Sarge removed them from the drawer and brought the gift to his robo-son. "Well, son, it's time you learned. I made you, and that makes me God, of everything but the Blues. Those were produced by the Devil. And these- these were made for you. That makes them your soulmate." In Spanish, Lopez said something like, "Please don't." Sarge chuckled. "You're welcome, son." And he placed the cat ears on Lopez. It was done. Everything. It was the end. Sarge's OTP, at last, was canon.

[rocksolidnarwhal]

sup ya feckin nerd 12, 13, 14, 21 and 22 for the book asks

thank home boi

12. what are your favourite genres?

Fantasy, both urban and high, and also magical realism

13. what books make you happy?

I already told Sep about books with lots of snark, but I also like middlegrade fantasy books

14. what books have made you uncomfortable? why?

Almost a year ago I read De kommer drunkna i sina mödrars tårar by Johannes Anyuru which is about racism and hate and I fel physical pain reading it and it was sooooo good but I never want to read it again

21. what is a total book turn-off for you?

Female main characters who blame themselves for everything when it’s not actually their fault and also fall in love with douchbags 

22. what is an essential element of a good book?

A strong set of characters

ask a bookworm!

[yenrps]

Hey, Sile, why don't you get your sister to lighten up a little? She's never going to make any friends being the way she is.

Greyfaces dragging my nerds - always accepting

“Hey, pol thoin, why don’t I shove me fist up yer feckin’ arse till ya’ll be shittin’ blood for days? Yer don’t feckin’ know what me sister went through, do ye? She doesn’t owe ye anythin’. An’ if anyone’s gunna drag her arse, it’s gunna be me an’ not you. Ní lia duine ná barúil. We clear, amadán?  Besides, it’s not even true. She’s got me, an Nolan - and...this Truck guy? He treats my sister well from what I’ve heard, so I’m countin’ him as a friend. Now, Gabh Transna Ort Fhéin.”

Heaving a deep breath, Síle tried to calm down. Her entire body was wired to communicate with bruised knuckles and calloused hands rather than propriety or manners. At her sides, her fist were white-knuckled, trembling with wrath. Of course she wanted to see her sister smile again. Of course Síle often lingered back in days where Lin and she had been silly but happy, racing each other to the lake not far from the rosebushes at the corner. If anything, she needed her sister back - not those cold, dispassionate eyes of a woman merely participating in life. Not living it.