#woody's truck stop

[sixtiesgaragefuzzbeatpsychyeye]

Todd Rundgren playing guitar at his last show with his first group 'Woody's Truck Stop' before forming the group 'The Nazz'. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, June 5, 1967

[tfc2211]

Woody’s Truck Stop

[annieqattheperipheral]

What do you say your job is when you get in an uber?

oh i am fascinated by this question! every single hockey Must answer it now

Having worked in numerous industries including acting & improv, we tend to draw from what we're familiar with when trying to sell a lie/improvise, so I'm so sooo intrigued. These fellas have had very brief or no career stops elsewhere before pro hockey so what/who in their lives do they draw upon??

Famed DU alum says student??? Colour me gobsmacked! ofc mayor of denver represents his beloved denver institutions 😌

Mittens constantly changing but usually construction is oddly sweet. Wonder if he's got family or friends in it, and if he points out random buildings during the drive "yea worked on that baby. i put in the windows. the balconies were a bitch" Have fun with it sweetie!

Rosco picking the job he sees the most but knows the least about is absolutely adorable like a 5yo picking fireman bc he loves seeing the trucks go wee-ooo! wee-ooo! So cute. who's writing the airport themed tarmac!rosco/pilot!woody au (can't resist his smile thru the cockpit windows)

And cale. Oh blushy.. honestly thought he'd say psychology masters student but i suppose he has yet to resume his degree part-time so he might feel a distance from it, or respects it too much to make a mockery of it, sort of imposter syndrome like thinking he doesn't know enough anymore to say he's a pro at it. Makes sense that he'd pick finance; a white collar job instead of blue collar, coming from a college social circle and dressed pretty well. He very likely has friends in it.

Wish nate had had to answer. He's said he would've been a physical trainer if not hockey so likely that. Plus he can speak on it deeply so yea. Also what else would an uber driver even believe when an actual fridge enters their car not in a cardboard box that says this side up 🔝

[snootlestheangel]

After the events of Las Almas and everything involving Shepherd gets fixed, Task Force 141 and Shadow Company are forced to spend 8 weeks together (minimum) to repair trust and regain their alliance.

These are some Incorrect Quotes from during the 141's stay. (Moose belongs to @cod-dump )

Graves: All right, Shadows! Welcome to Ceremony Day for Shadow Olympics. Unfortunately, this year we have... guests. The military and government, in their infinite wisdom, have decided we need to repair our alliance with some of Britain's forces. In other words, it's a government ordered get-along-shirt with *long pause* Task Force 141. *loud booing from the Shadows* Graves: Yes, Flash? Flash: I am new here, so why do we hate them? *everyone is now suddenly very awkward* *Woody leans over and whispers the answer to Flash* Flash: Nevermind, sir! *sits back down* Graves: This is gonna be awful

*Ghost is watching something with interest on their third day at Shadow Base* Soap: Watcha lookin' at, Lt? Ghost: *wordlessly points* Soap: You're watchin' one of the Shadows... run laps?? Ghost: Yes. For the last twenty minutes. Soap: Oh god... Ghost: I don't think he plans on stopping anytime soon, either. *Flash runs by and waves dramatically before speeding up* Soap and Ghost: What the fuck?

*Soap has found himself in the motor pool* Soap: Damn, this truck is nice! Truck, appearing behind him: It is, but you aren't, so get the fuck out of my shop. Soap: But I've never seen an American HEMTT before!! Truck, skeptical: You know what kind of truck this is? Soap: Hell yeah! *an hour later* Graves: It seems like everyone's getting along okay, so far. Price, scowling: Sure, we'll go with that. It's not at all like your Shadows are terrorizing my men. Graves: That's a bold accusation- What the fuck? *they both look over to see Truck telling Soap all about the HEMTT and Soap is loving every second* Price: Is that an issue? Graves: Truck doesn't like anyone in his shop... Soap, notices them: PRICE LOOK AT THIS FUCKING TRUCK!! IT GOT COMPLETELY DESTROYED AND TRUCK HERE COMPLETELY REDID IT FROM SCRATCH!! ISN'T THAT SO COOL?! CAN WE GET A TRUCK LIKE THIS?? Price: Absolutely not! Graves, doubled over: The world is ending...

*Another day of Ghost watching Flash run cause he's afraid of the power this kid has* Woody, walking with Moose: I don't think Ghost has any ill intentions here, okay? Moose: You don't know that! Woody: Give me one reason to believe Ghost isn't a good guy. Moose, shaking and pointing: He watches Flash run and I don't know why. *Ghost is standing there with his arms crossed and blatantly watching Flash* Woody: Oh, yeah he does. That's... normal, right? I mean we all watched Flash run like this when he was brand new. Moose: But- *can't form words to convey his concern for Flash's safety* Woody: Tell ya what, I'll get Graves to talk to their captain about getting Ghost to stop. In the meantime, just hang out here and keep an eye on the kid if you're so worried. Moose: Uh, okay... Sure, I'll stay here by myself with The Ghost and be the only thing keeping Flash safe. *Woody shakes his head with a laugh and leaves* *Ghost gets the uncomfortable feeling he's being watched* *looks over to see Moose glaring daggers at him* Ghost, thinking: God that guy really hates me, doesn't he? Maybe I should show I'm actually concerned this kid's gonna drop halfway through his laps... yeah, that'll work, right? Shadows are loyal to each other. Moose, thinking: I'm so fucking scared right now, but if he makes one move towards Flash I'll- I'll kill him! Ghost, calling out to Flash: You need a water break! Flash: Oh shit, you right! *runs over to where Ghost is standing to get his water* Moose, terrified so it comes out harsh: Flash sets a timer on his watch for water breaks. Ghost: Oh, right. Just wanted to make sure he's not overworking himself. Flash, oblivious: 'S okay, Moose! My timer was about to go off anyways! Moose: *grunts* Ghost, thinking again as Moose all but glares at him: Well that backfired... Moose, also thinking: He's gonna fucking kill me, oh god, oh shit, Flash run! Flash, sipping his water and looking between them thinking: What am I witnessing? Is this power play? What even is that?

*Gaz and Soap talking while outside during the sunset* Soap: Have you had a conversation with that kid they call Flash, yet? Gaz: YES! Oh my god, I thought you talked. He's really nice but holy shit can he talk. *they look over upon hearing something in the water* *It's Ness crawling out of the pool in his full wetsuit* *Soap and Gaz scream cause they don't recognize him as a person* Ness: What?! Gaz: You're fucking terrifying! Soap: I wanna go home...

[pleasantspark]

Jeffy's 20th Birthday vs Masquerade: How one message failed and another one fixed it.

Cw // CSA, SA, ABUSE, Child Abuse

Note: I am aware that SML has in the past did tasteless shit, but in this entire video, it has handled it properly. SML is capable of handling serious topics in which Hazbin failed to do.

SuperMarioLogan is a puppet indie tv webseries where Logan Thirtyacre and a bunch of his friends record videos that were originally for adults but has somehow catered to kids.

These videos are true edgy, and inapproperiate and somewhat even NSFW. Today we'll be talking about Jeffy's Birthday. Which was uploaded 10 days after my 20th birthday.

Jeffy's 20th Birthday comprised heavily of flashbacks abour Jeffy's childhood, and compared to Masquerade was handled better than what the message was about, it didn't have the main villain act all goofy and menacing and it showed that the person being abused did not like it.

In J2B, Feebee was sexually assaulted by CJ, and we see the mental toll it took on both her and Jeffy. Jeffy was obviously traumatized due to his guilt of not protecting his sister. Even mentions of the guy flies Feebee into fear.

Fear.

In which Val lacks to put into Angel Dust, to me, Angel Dust seems like he wants the poison. I know some victims go back to their abusers, but Angel Dust only did because it was for plot reasons and a major disagreement with Husk. It seems forced and almost for the sake of people wanting HuskerDust.

Angel compared to Feebee feels no genuine fear, other than having a panic attack at the end of Poison, he for the most part spends his time listening to Val's abuse. If anything, it seems like Angel tolerates being yelled. Which is a form of abuse.

Feebee reacting negatively to being SA by CJ coupled with the fact of Jeffy bearing witness to his sister's abuse caused him to hurt CJ, what has Husk done in order to stop Val?

Nothing.

He has done nothing to stop Val, other than to babysit Angel Dust at the "consent" club, Husk is NOT suitable to be Angel Dust's partner, he's just babysitting a grown man who Made his choices and every now and then he's living like there's no tommorrow.

Angel Dust's poor characterization and sudden switchup seems forced, and unlike Feebee was "able" to stick up to his abuser, Feebee never had the chance to do so.

She died after getting hit by a truck (more precisely Woody's truck.), by the end of the video, Jeffy advenges his sister and kills CJ.

So in conclusion, Jeffy's 20th Birthday showcases actual trauma and reactions by a victim of abuse. Rather than Angel Dust, who we see is being babysat by Husk in Episode 6. It's ridiculous to think he's supposed to represent a victim of abuse when its giving me mixed signals.

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

guys I have an idea for how it would got if house of mouse came back

@orchestra-of-demonic-screeching @champmorado @x0stormie0x @anemoia42 @thisismisogynoir

Imagine the house of mouse starting off with Mickey announcing to the gang that he’s rebooting the show, this time inviting not only the new Disney characters in store, but also the Pixar characters!

There’s the Toy Story gang, the Bug’s Life gang, Monster’s Inc., Finding Nemo, The Incredibles, Cars, and everyone else in the Pixar studio is invited to join this new show in the House of Mouse. The new Disney characters such as those from Wish, Encanto, Frozen, Tangled, Moana, etc is also invited.

That includes…the villains.

But we’ll get to them later.

anyways, Mickey and the gang feel overwhelmed with how many more guests there are now, with Mickey especially feeling like he isn’t doing enough and isn’t being grand enough for the “much more advanced and futuristic characters”. But Minnie reassures him and over time this inner conflict is resolved with great payoff. This will also connect with the second conflict of this:

The Pixar and Disney heroes not getting along. They have their tensions during the opening episode, but there’s a moment in the climax of it where they start arguing with each other about everything due to a big moment enacted by the villains.

Oh by the way, let me bring up those villains again!

Similar to ‘the House of Villains’, this time, The Evil Queen, Maleficent, Jafar, Chernabog along with Auto, Syndrome, Hopper, and Lotso lead the Disney and Pixar Villains into a total overthrowing of the house of mouse, getting all the protagonists kicked out while the antagonists and villains reign free in the house. We could have a little gag here where when the Disney villains are singing and they point to the Pixar villains, they just go “oh we don’t sing sorry lol” and they have an “ok whatever” moment and continue.

This makes the tensions between the Pixar and Disney characters that were previously established reach its peak. It starts off with one of the Disney characters saying that it was the Pixar characters’ fault for not stopping them since they’re so much more advanced than the Disney characters. It then blows off from there, and, at least for me, I’d wanna see a moment in this huge argument where someone shames mater for being just an idiot tow truck, with lightning defending his best friend by saying “oh so dopey and goofy are allowed to be silly but mater can’t? Give me a break!” Or maybe something where lightning or mater respond but this time making fun of the early disney princesses for just being damsels in distress who sing with animals, with the princesses gasping in shock and the sidekicks of snow, cinderella and aurora being like “how DARE you!” (Especially grumpy because. He’s Grumpy). You could only pick one to keep the consistency but both are funny ideas for this.

This argument ends abruptly with Mickey yelling “ENOUGH!” which leaves everyone silent. He starts talking about how all the fighting they’ve been having is not only pointless, but extremely damaging to any chances they have at taking back the house. He goes on saying that the Pixar and Disney villains were able to cooperate and they become stronger, and if the protagonists couldn’t do the same in time then they’d be letting the villains take over everyone’s worlds. The other Pixar characters such as (but not limited to) woody and buzz join in as well as other Disney characters talking about their stories and how they’ve had to grow to understand others to get to their goals and more importantly to not let evil prevail. There’s a little heart to heart before Carl from Up interrupts saying “well, how are we gonna defeat them together? We can’t just believe in the power of friendship to do this!” and then Mickey gets an idea. And the training montage starts.

Mickey and his gang along with Woody and his gang of friends are the leaders of the operation, and they decide to use the magic of Disney and the technology of Pixar and mix them together. Thinking of Antonio from encanto leading the bug’s life characters into battle, miguel and moana getting an epic team up with maui as they fight against tamatoa, and some other cool stuff with other characters but the thing that I’m thinking about the most (because I’m a die hard cars fan and since this probably won’t happen I don’t have to worry about the other characters) is the idea of LIGHTNING MCQUEEN MATER AND THE OTHER CARS CHARACTERS DRIVING WITH TINKERBELL’S PIXIE DUST. LIKE IMAGINE LIGHTNING ZOOMING BY AND ABSOLUTELY BESTING CHICK IN A RACE WHILE FLYING WITH TINK’S PIXIE DUST AND MATER BEATING UP THE LEMONS WHILE A BUNCH OF GLITTER IS EMITTING FROM HIM OMGGG

Also like tinker bell teaching them how to control themselves while flying with her little bell voice and them learning how to steer and stuff and lightning stumbling a bit in the beginning omggg

but the final act comes from sorcerer Mickey. There’s a moment where the villains are weakened where Maleficent decides to transforms into her dragon form as a way to finish the battle quickly. Mickey shows up in his wizard attire and they go in a final battle which ends with Mickey winning, and saying that the villains are allowed in the house of mouse, but ONLY if they don’t pull a stunt like that again, which they reluctantly agree to.

This ends the opening episode for the new house of mouse, and with the heroes from Pixar and Disney being closer now.

Now here’s some ideas for other episodes in this new house of mouse. Keep in mind this is all cars related because I am a massive fan of cars, and I’m not really thinking of the other franchises for this as it probably is not gonna happen. If you have any ideas for the other characters though, feel free to share them in the notes!

here’s the first idea:

Lightning and Mater enter the house of mouse, with lightning talking about how great Cruz has been in training and in her races, as well as both of them just being glad that they’ve found the time to be in the house of mouse again. But then, we focus our attention to the evil queen from Snow White, who has a new magic mirror after her old one quit to work as Walt Disney’s co-host (my headcanon btw LMAO). She asks her iconic question and it shows that MATER is the fairest now, due to his naturally optimistic and kind personality and how everyone enjoys his company. She then decides to try and kill mater, first using some poisoned gas to try and kill him. Lightning, who knows exactly what’s going on, kicks the can of gas away before mater can consume it. We get a whole montage of the evil queen in her hag form trying numerous ways to kill mater but failing as the episode progresses while the different cartoons are played, only with the hag having a breakdown after not being able to kill him. Mater asks what’s wrong and the queen replies saying that she just wanted to be the fairest in the land, which mater says he can help with, since “that’s what a tow truck does!” The episode ends off on a comedic note, kind of similar to that one 2013 Mickey Mouse cartoon short, where despite still being an ugly hag, the queen is much happier than she was before, and mater being proud of himself for helping someone out (while lightning is slightly uncomfortable but still happy for his best friend).

now here’s the second one:

Here we have lightning and mater in the house of mouse again, this time with lightning remarking that he hasn’t been spending much time with Sally, especially since he’s started training cruz. He goes to look for her with mater only to find her hanging out with…the Disney villains! She’s seen sitting at a table and laughing with all the female Disney villains, such as Maleficent, lady Tremaine, cruella, madame Medusa, the evil queen, and more. Lightning shows up to the table asking her why she’s hanging out with the villains of all people, with her replying that yeah sure they may be a bit eccentric, but they’re actually fun to hang around. The episode progresses with this conflict and Lightning realizes that because he has been neglecting time with Sally, she actually feels a little hurt because of it, even though she knows racing means a lot to him. Lightning convinces Sally to not hang with the villains and apologizes to her for not giving enough love to her, which Sally forgives him for. This one isn’t as strong in my head as the first one but if I think it through it can be decent.

hope yall liked this train wreck of a post though! I might add more who knows lol

[triviallytrue]

I'm moving different. This shit ain't nothing to me man. I'm a dog. I'm biting the fart bubbles in the bath. We smoking symbiotes. Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian Furburger Deluxe Mega Million Scratcher Skunk Bubba Kush. We smoking dung beetle. I'm on twelve Vicodins smoking on Scooby Doo dick. We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers? We snorting that good buffalo soldier tamarind Jordanian Jibbies. They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm Him. That Burberry backwoods pack kitten that pussy smell, like a Hellcat VH. We smoking shit in a glass pipe blowing the Lord's bubbles. I'm sick in the head. I'm on them Broward County tic tacs. I'm on them Georgetown geronimos. I'm on them Nashville nibblers. I left my Margielas in the Benz truck, I'll have to stunt on them next time. I don't give a fuck if I go blind. I don't need to see the price tag anyway. We s- I'm high on twelve Jason Bournes looking to beat the cum out of a thick fresh hoe. We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit. I'll fucking kill you. Call that pussy The Matrix cuz I'm in this bitch, and I can't get out. Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers! Don't be shy girl, I love me some, pastrami mud flaps. I'm moving like French Montana. Hæh? Welcome to the cream kingdom bitch, open up! Blac Chyna, I drink her piss out of another man's balls. My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Herrelson. You ain't seen ten bands in your life, chit! Reach for my neck you'll get turned into an example. Y'all gotta stop playing with me man. I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothing to me man. Tied the opps to the back of a track hog. And dragged him around the block for twenty four hours. Motherfucker! Looked like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him. Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant. I'm moving like Oppenheimer. She drop that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Steven Wallace. Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm. I have seen the Magna Carta, I have seen the eye of Horuh. I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before you all even became a type 1 civilization. This shit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shit. Step the wrong way and you will perish. That pussy feel like Biscoff butter. You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cuz I don't give a shit. If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke, cuz I don't give a shit. My bitch look like David Hasselhoff. I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack. This shit ain't nothing to me man I'll kill you you stupid piece of shit

dracula flow is the spiritual complement to the northern boys

[joels-darlin]

Boxes

Okay so, Hi! I have returned, with probably the shortest one-shot in history. But I have been out of the game for too long, so here's me attempting to get myself together and start writing again. Absolutely no context on where this even came from, just that I have been going through some shit and decided to take pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard?....who even knows). Oh definitely not beta read cos tbh I just wanted to post whilst I had the urge and also felt I had a WIP that was okay-ish. I may expand on this someday.

Hope you enjoy and any feedback is appreciated <3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Summary: A break-up and the painful reminders. Pairings: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader Word Count: 540 words ( I did say it was short) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

They say falling in love is one of the greatest experiences in life. Finding someone who you share a sacred bond with, someone who you can call home. However Love is temporary. It brings out the best, but also the worst, in people. The excitement and newness of the emotional bond that can tie two people together.

But they never talk about the other side of love. The sheer emotional rollercoaster that love brings, because for every positive there must be a negative. Sadness, pain, yearning - not forgetting the flurry of other emotions everyone has experienced at least once in their lifetime. It’s hard to describe when your heart feels heavy and the world around you feels lifeless - all because of one person.

There is always one. One person engrained in your mind forever. The one you had to let go that hurt the most. There are only so many tubs of ice cream, bottles of wine and cheesy romcoms you can go through - never able to fill the gaping hole left behind. So explain this, how do you do it? How do you go from having that constant line of communication to well…silence. There is nothing in the world that can mentally prepare you for that. The one thing you considered to be a safe place, ripped and torn from you in a split second. Five words to be exact “I’m still in love with her”.

Everything becomes a reminder. Their favourite songs on the radio, passing by the places you used to frequent for dates on the commute to work. The one that hurts the most; their scent. It’s everywhere clinging to any and every form of clothing or fabric it can find - cos let’s be honest you are still unpacking the boxes they dropped off two months ago. A slow process you told yourself.

It starts well. Psyching yourself up to tackle the last two boxes in the spare room of your vacant apartment, A beverage of choice at your side for courage. It’s when the lid opens and the smell hits is when everything falls apart. The mildly woody & citrus scent of aftershave paired with the softness of laundry detergent they used. Just them. Next the brain starts, thoughts swimming around sending you into a spiral. Overthinking every last moment of the 3 year relationship - where did it all go wrong? Why didn’t you see the signs?

Then the tears start. Cascading down your cheeks thick and fast, much like the raindrops that used to roll off the hood of their truck in the middle of a summer storm. Will they ever stop? No. This is your life now, at least temporarily. It’s all apart of the healing process people tell you. As expected the lids are back on the boxes before retreating to the safe space that is bed. “I’ll handle those another day”

Except the day never came. Those boxes continued to sit in the spare room of your apartment collecting dust for months. Three years worth of memories all bundled up inside, too painful to even look at.

All you knew for certain was that Joel Miller did not love you. But after all this time you had never stopped loving him.

[iheart-nana]

xxiii. whispers in the dark

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE ─ whispers in the dark.

❛ and i should get a ciggarette for so much restraint ❜

Kim Taesung's Perspective

For a few moments after Yumi left, I found myself staring blankly at the door. I too was shocked at the fact that I offered to teach her guitar. Did I have that much restraint? And that too, at my house? I couldn't stop thinking of her and it drove me nuts. Tonight, she looked stunning. She had always been pretty, but today? She took my breath away. Her hair framed her face in a way that seemed so effortless, like a masterpiece painted with the dim light bulbs that lit up my living room.

I couldn't shake off the conversation that I had with Inhyuk in the kitchen. He said Yumi was the one who planned everything, and then slapped my shoulder playfully. Was it really the case? Or was he just teasing me? I had so many questioned swirling around my head, and I couldn't make sense of any of them.

I suddenly remembered that she got me a gift. It really wasn't a big deal, I tried to tell myself. Everyone got me gifts. But desire to see what she got me devoured me whole and I found myself inching towards the dark blue paper bag that sat on the table, which seemed to be calling out to me, waiting to be opened.

I sensed some hesitation as my hand reached inside it, pulling out a box—that seemed rather heavy for its size. My heart pounded in my ears as my fingers brushed against the smooth, velvety surface. A chill ran down my spine as my eyes landed on the label.

It was a perfume.

The delicate glass bottle shimmered in the dim light, its contents a mystery waiting to be unveiled. A wave of emotions crashed over me—surprise, confusion, and a strange sense of anticipation. How did she know? Had she been paying attention to my preferences, or was this a random act of kindness?

With a shaking hand, I lifted the box lid, revealing a delicate glass bottle. It was a simple rectangular bottle, yet its cold surface sent shivers down my spine. A clear blue liquid swirled within it. My hand reached for the bottle cap, unscrewing it with a newfound gentleness in my hands. I lifted the bottle up to my nose, inhaling the scent.

Unlike anything I'd expected, the fragrance was a captivating paradox. Woody notes, reminiscent of sun-warmed cedarwood, formed the base, grounding the scent with a sense of strength and earthiness. But then, a wave of unexpected freshness washed over it. A hint of salt air hit my nose, and I could practically feel the ocean breeze. It was the scent of a tropical beach after summer rain, where the heat had coaxed out the earthy aromas of the forest floor while leaving the air fresh and alive.

What does this mean?

Choi Eunyoung's Perspective

My mom had come into my room about half an hour ago, bidding me good night. I too, had tucked myself into my warm, comfy bed, when the realization that Yumi wasn't home hit me like a speeding truck on an expressway. An uneasy feeling washed over me, as all my drowsiness was drowned out by worry and concern. Ever since then, I've been sitting on the kitchen platform, staring out the little square window that looked down on the street.

I remember the day I first met Yumi. It was one of my most vivid memories as a child when my age was just a single digit. I don't remember a lot of things from when I was that little but that day was fresh in my mind as if it happened yesterday. I had heard a loud wailing sound from the sand pit in the park and found Yumi crying because all the other kids had sand toys except her. I remember chuckling and offering my toys, telling her to stop crying. I never knew that she would become such a significant part of my life.

When Yumi had been working at the law firm, I watched the spark slowly disappear from her eyes each evening she reached home. The vibrant young woman I knew was slowly fading away, slipping from my reach, replaced by a weary stranger burdened by unseen woes. My heart ached for her, but my attempts to reach out were met with a wall of silence. Whenever I brought up the subject of her job, a guarded look would cloud her features, and the conversation would hit a dead end. It was as if her feelings were locked in a vault, and she'd thrown away the key.

That's why, when I spotted her- practically skipping down the street, my lips stretched into a huge grin. I hadn't seen her smile like that in ages. It was as if someone had flipped a switch within her, igniting a forgotten light that had been buried beneath the weight of her burdens. The world, usually cast in a dull, dreary filter, seemed to come alive again. Even the streetlights, normally harsh and flickering, seemed to dim in reverence, their feeble glow overshadowed by the radiance emanating from Yumi.

Instead of letting myself ponder on the reasons for her newfound joy, I let myself appreciate the happiness radiating off her. Though we weren't related by blood, our bond was as strong as that of real sisters. I wanted her to keep smiling like that for the rest of time. 

As I heard her footsteps making their way to the front door, I leaped off the platform and bolted to my room, switching off the lights in a frenzy. I stumbled on my way, not being able to differentiate a lamp from a clothing rack thanks to the fact that I was sitting like a ghost in the darkness. Aside from the fact that I would have knocked the living daylight out of her, it would have been pretty difficult to explain why I was awake at that ungodly hour. I lay in my bed- that somehow felt warmer than before, and let myself fall into a slumber as the smile never left my lips.

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nana's notes: the header turned out so cute (*^_^*)

delphi's notes: taesung entering his loser era

next chapter: saturday list of chapters here!

[midnight193]

So, I blame @cod-dump and @snootlestheangel for the brainrot /j I also included some of their ocs whom you guys should def check out.

So here's my chaotic gremlin Star who is apart of the Shadow Company :3

Star chilling with Flash: So, have you ever rode a motorcycle? Flash: No! What's it like? Is it like running? Is it scary? Can we do that right now?!?! Star, grinning: Of course we can

A few moments later Graves: Star I cannot believe you think you can get away with this shit! Star: Tbf, you didn't ban me from the motorcycle, and Flash is fiiiiine Flash: *running around telling everyone about his fun day* Graves: STILL!

Cold day on base Star: I will start stabbing the new recruits if I am not let inside right now Woody: *throws his coat on Star* No need to get violent Star. Star: hmmmm sure *snuggles into Woody's coat* Woody is Star's father figure along with Graves

~The Shadows and 141~

Star: So what knife tricks do you know? Ghost: Quite a few, you want to see a few. Star: YES PLEASE! Graves: I feel like I've created a problem Price: You and me both.

Truck: Why are you still here? Star: *spinning in Truck's chair* cause Graves is mad and I don't feel like dealing with mu consequences Truck: So why am I the one who has to suffer? Star: You enjoy my presence Moose: *pops his head in* Truck you seen, ah nevermind Star: YOU CAN"T MAKE ME DO ANYTHING! Moose: STOP RUNNING STAR! Truck: Why did I chose this.

Thats all my brain can come up with rn but omg I have so many ideas ready to be used >:3

[ultraericthered]

One Villainous Scene: When Love Is Gone

As Valentine's Day is the day of love, my Valentine's gift is not one but two One Villainous Scenes featuring love as the central theme, one leaning on the darkly comical side, the other on just plain dark.

This would be the latter. From the excessive amount of featuring he got in promotion and marketing forToy Story 3, it was clear in 2010 that Lotso Huggin' Bear was one of the film's most major characters, and that they likely had a lot to hide from the audience concering him given how little we were really seeing from him aside from his debut scene. The most common guess was "Lotso is actually the villain!", and....yeah, that turned out correct. It wasn't much a surprise, as it got outed in Lotso's second scene. What turned out to be the real surprise was the extent to which Lotso was a villain. No one was prepared for just how dark, how vile, and how cruel a villain he'd be.

This scene comes right at the climactic point of the film. Woody and the rest of Andy's toys think they're free from Sunnyside Daycare when down comes Lotso and his gang, having tortured their escape plan out of Chatter. Lotso mocks the notion that the toys want to leave Sunnyside to go back to their kid, who "don't want them no more." Woody decrying this statement as a lie prompts the still smug and self-assured Lotso to challenge him "If your kid loves you so much, why is he leavin'? You think you're special, cowboy? You're a piece of plastic! You were made to be thrown away!" There's actually an undercurrent of irritation at Woody when Lotso says this, like it really does bother him that the sheriff would have the gall to believe he's loved enough by his owner to be held in higher regard that your average toy, and never be discarded the way toys so often are.

"Speak of the devil", the garbage truck slowly begins to come down the lane, so Lotso proposes his ultimatum: come back to Sunnyside and be complacent with their stations in communal life together, or get thrown in the dumpster to be picked up by the garbage truck. But then not only do Jessie and Barbie tell him off rather than be shaken by his threats, but Ken, one of his own chief lackeys, comes to stop him from throwing Barbie away and advocates for structural reform to Sunnyside from the dictatorship Lotso's made of it over the years. Note that at this point in the story, we have never seen Lotso get angry. We saw him snap in his backstory, but in the present day events, he has remained mentally fettered, cheerfully authoritative, and in total control at all times. At Ken's show of care for Barbie, Lotso gets even more aggrivated than he was at Woody mere seconds ago, to the point of hurling him across the dumpster to where Stretch and Andy's toys are, and then while his smugness returns as Ken makes his plea, he again dispalys visible anger and displeasure as he argues against the idea that he's the problem with Sunnyside. "I didn't throw you away, your kid did! Ain't one kid ever loved a toy really! Chew on that while you're in the dump!" His mind is made up, and he turns to leave his victims to their coming fate.

"Wait! What about Daisy?" Comes Woody's voice from behind him, and you could almost hear a pin drop at this part. At first Lotso denies knowing what Woody's talking about so as to not expose any of his covered past to his minions, but when Woody presses the matter, the bear claims "and then she threw us out." "No" Woody counters, "she loved you." "She replaced us!" snaps Lotso, prompting Woody to scald him with the truth. "She replaced YOU. And if you couldn't have her, no one could! You LIED to Big Baby and you've been lying ever since!" Woody throwing over Big Baby's heart pin that Daisy wrote her name on is accompanied by more truth that Lotso doesn't want to hear: Daisy loved Lotso as much as a kid could ever love a toy, and it was due to that love for her Lotso Huggin' Bear that her parents bought a replacement Lotso for her after her first one got left behind. Much as she might've also liked Chuckles and Big Baby, only Lotso mattered that much to her that she'd immediately need him back. As a human, she had no way of viewing the Lotsos as their own, different and distinct sentient beings: she just loved Lotso as a toy. Therefore, it was Lotso who ultimately showed he never truly loved Daisy enough to value her happiness over his own, and his friendship with Chuckles and Big Baby proved just as fleeting, as he lied about all three of them having gotten replaced to Big Baby and made Chuckles, who'd seen otherwise, swear to uphold this lie.

But what comes next is the real telling bit. Lotso just screams at Woody "She NEVER loved me!", but Big Baby can only start to cry as he looks down at the heart with his ex-owner's name written on it. At the single utterance of "Mama", Lotso's last thread snaps. "What, you want your mommy back? She NEVER LOVED YOU! DON'T BE SUCH A BABY!" And what's striking is the parallel we can draw to the backstory where Lotso first saw he'd been replaced and snapped. To hammer in his lie to Big Baby, he'd said "She don't love you no more!" Notice that phrasing: "no more", signifying that Lotso did believe that Daisy had sincerely loved the three toys but felt like by not going back for them and even replacing him, she'd shown she'd stopped loving them. The love had been passing and transcactional on the kid's end. But the phrasing in this scene is different: she NEVER loved me, and she NEVER loved you. So over time, Lotso stopped believing that the love and affection he'd been shown by his kid was ever genuine. He stopped believing love truly existed, least of all in the hearts of human toy owners, hence "Ain't one kid ever loved a toy really." In his denial that Daisy ever truly loved him, Lotso forgot what the love felt like, and in turn forgot what it was like to love. His ever hardened heart knows only sorrow, frustration, hatred, and pain. When he established his tyrannical rule over Sunnyside, for all his talk of being a happy found family and "no owners means no heartbreak", he had no good intentions behind any of what he's done: he lives his life as a toy perpetually hurting on the inside, and figured that how much less hurt he could feel could only be measured by how much more he could hurt others.

And worst of all, Lotso reveals here that at his now rotten core, he's also a nihilist. Demanding Andy's toys and Ken get pushed into the dumpster and slugging Big Baby with his cane, he rants furiously that toys should not go thinking for themselves, as "We're all just TRASH waitin' to be THROWN AWAY! That's all a toy is!" With Ned Beaty's voice acting sounding totally deranged with rage and almost on the verge of choking up, Lotso loudly declares that he believes nothing in a toy's life truly matters if toys are all made to ultimately meet the end of being thrown out with the trash, and so he values nothing. Not life, not love or friendship, not even himself. In his mind, he exists in a "every toy for themselves" reality, and so if he can't navigate through it by the empowering self-determination of putting himself on top of others and securing that power by pushing others ever further down beneath him, then he might as well not exist at all....for what else then would he even exist as except a piece of disposable garbage?

Lotso is a strikingly dark, twisted character to come out of this franchise, who asserts himself as truly evil by his world's standards. He's such an absolute monster that we can feel nothing but satisfied glee and relief when Big Baby goes full Darth Vader on his fuzzy, strawberry-scented ass, picking him up and hurling him into the dumpster, then closing the lid down on him against his protests. You get what you deserve, Lotso....and not even for the last time either!

OK, here's the "Where's your kid now, Sheriff?" scene since that's no doubt the Losto villainous scene that comes to most minds. This one features the entire legendary sequence, including the well-deserved fate worse than the Caterpillar Room that Lotso ends up meeting.

[amphiptere-art]

Ok. So vapor has smoke. Yippee. Many people have been making their smoke do some sleepy time juice. And while I might do something with vapor in a similar way. I'm going to add my own little spin because I can.

So vapors smoke is this white blue stuff. Now when I drew the drawing I didn't want to worry about too many details because it was like.. 12:00 at night.

Technically the smoke is supposed to have white little star speckles in it. It's supposed to be a tad glittery, although it glows a lot more. And every other regard though it looks like smoke. But it's viscous. It's thicker and physically feels like you're pushing through something. It will often slow somebody walking through it like you're walking through floating water or something.

The smoke does have properties. But you can only tell that the properties have activated by smell. The neutral smell is standard smoky. Something you would get from a match. Not quite fireplace but simple smoke.

If it starts smelling like dandelions or other stinky flowers. You have upset them. The smell will be suffocating. Slowly you are being poisoned. Due to the fact it is a star, It will affect you whether you are bioorganic biomechanical or pure steel. For those that are purely robot it will feel like they are being rusted from the inside out. Any other will feel like poison that slowly spreads. Completely invisible once until it starts affecting the nervous system. Causing paralysis, and if not stopped death. Luckily inhaling the non-agitated smoke will cure the poison with time.

If it starts smelling floral. They are pleased and calm. It will often induce a state of calm in others. Making them relax. It also has a small bit of healing properties. The truck is a bit when they're falling asleep too. Acting a little bit like what you would think of lavender. Helping them fall asleep while also healing them or anyone around them of injuries.

If it starts to smell like citrus. That means they are happy. They're usually more energetic. Effects upon others are similar. It will also and give somebody a strange sense of giddiness out of nowhere. They will also become somewhat people pleasers to vapor. It makes them want to do something with them. Sillyly enough it's not appreciated by Vapor. But he has no control of how the smoke changes or it's affects.

If it starts to smell woody. It means they are comfortable. Not in the way of rest or relaxation, But more so deeply entwined in something and just comfortable where they are. This will often cause others to want to work. Clean the house, do the dishes, etc. They will just want to finish a task. No matter how much they hate that task, They will enjoy it. It is often that this Woody smell will turn into the flowery smell after a bit.

And those are the four scents that I have figured out so far. There's probably more, And there's probably more specific scents that mean more specific things. But this is the broad strokes. Hope you find this interesting. Smelly vapor.

[thatssonanii]

Big Mouth

A/N: Fair warning... it's short😂😂

A few days after the gender reveal Chenice called Roman to see if he wanted Luke to drop the last few gifts off to Haleigh or if they wanted to come get them. He told her he would come get them, happy that she had taken care of part of his plan and didn't even know it.

When he walked into her house, he had to wipe the smug smile from his face and replaced it with his dad smile. She went on and on about how great the gender reveal was, how happy Haleigh seemed, how she couldn't wait for the baby shower and there were some other things she said but it was hard for him to keep up. Between the volume and how much she talked, he had to tune her out for his own sake.

"Uuuh Mr. Reigns, you okay?" Chenice asked tapping his arm.

He smiled down at her a chuckle followed. "Yeah, sorry just thinking about Princess. You know I worry about her."

"You, Koda and all the uncles do!" Chenice laughed. "But she's okay. Me and Morgan do daily check ins."

"Great, I love that. Uuh, I was wondering," he paused, dramatically rubbing over his face revealing a worried expression, "Nah, nevermind. I don't wanna overstep or her to be upset."

Chenice frowned at his words, not used to seeing this anxious side of her best friend's father. "Ask! It's okay! This pregnancy has been a lot for her! Mama Kandi asks all the time!"

He rubbed his face again to hide his smirk. "You're sure? And it'll be between us?"

"Of course!"

Roman rubbed his ears. Her loud voice was starting to get to him.

"Well uh I noticed since the gender reveal she doesn't really ask me or her uncles to go places with her anymore. She hasn't really called while at the gas station or for one of us to fill her tank up." He sighed hard to make it look better. "Is she mad with us? Did I do something?"

Chenice gasped, shaking her head vehemently. "Oh no! No! She's not mad at you or them!"

"You're sure? Its not like Princess to not call me at the very least. If she's upset, please tell me so I can fix it."

"I promise she's not! She made a new friend and he's been wanting to help her! It's actually been good for her and cutie!"

Roman raised a brow. "New friend?"

"Yeah! He's friends with Woody, Luke and Elijah! His name is Ardian!" Chenice divulged excitedly. "He even gets Hae to drink more water without her pouting! And he talks to her when cutie keeps her up!"

He nodded, acting excited to hear the news. He took a sigh of relief. "So just a new friend. She's not mad at me. Thank you, Chenice."

Chenice smiled wide. "You're welcome! Mama Kandi met him too but Hae wouldn't let her ask anything!"

"Really? That sounds like Princess." He chuckled. "Well I'm gonna take this stuff over to her. And this stays between us, right?"

She nodded excitedly. "Yes sir! Promise!"

He gave her a fatherly hug and kissed her head. "I always thought you and Morgan were the best thing to happen to my Princess."

Roman put the bags on his words then picked up the two large boxes. Chenice led him to the door and held it open for him to go out. After putting everything in the back of his blacked out Denali, he started to go to the driver side then stopped calling out to Chenice.

"Yes sir?" She yelled from the porch.

"I know you told me but what's Ardian's last name? I forgot."

"It's Bekim!" She called back without thinking.

"Thanks! Go on inside and lock up!"

Getting in and starting his truck, Roman waited for Chenice to go inside before pulling off. His smug smile made a return. He called his cousins on three way as he drove to his daughter's house.

[stellasfictionalworld]

part 3.

part 4

a/n: this picture of maddie phillips has me in a chokehold btw. just setting the mood of how things are gonna in the future... also hello andre's jacket??

reader x andre anderson 

cw: (i mean you’ve watched the show so) blood, hints of self harm, hurt comfort

word count: 1,243

You came back to your dorm with damp hair and your outfit of the day. You’d just put on sweats and grunt when Ashley said something. You fell onto your bed and she was looming over you. 

“You look like shit,” she giggled. 

“M’ tired,” you grumbled and pulled the sheet over your face. It was dragged away from you, making you groan dramatically. Your body felt like it had been hit by a truck. Not even remembering a single second after falling on your ass with Jordan. 

“Don’t you wanna know who brought you home?” she smirked. That got your attention, your eyes flicked to the jacket you’d hung up. It was not much bigger on you, not too much by length but by width. It smelled of weed and there was a hint of some earthy, no maybe more woody, cologne, you wondered if it was Andre’s. 

“Fine,” you sat up, pillow to chest as if that would help your massive hangover. 

“Andre fucking Anderson,” she sat on the edge of your bed. “He was shit-faced, holy fuck you should have seen it. Well, you did, just don’t remember probably,” she nudged your shoulder. 

Your ears and face went hot, remembering his hand on your hip last night. That was embarrassing to get so… excited about. You sighed, dragging a hand over your face.

“He was alone, made sure I was even your roommate. I’m pretty sure he bumped into a wall on the way out too,” she was trying to hold in her laughter. You snorted, imagining Andre so shit-faced, but managing to bring you back to your room. Your heart swelled, and you picked up your phone.

Your lips pressed into a thin line, seeing missed phone calls from your mom. You huffed, finding new messages, from new numbers. Luke, Cate, and even Jordan had exchanged numbers with you (or just took it). You felt Ashley hovering and looked up at her. 

“Now let’s talk about you and Jen,” you grinned widely.

Ashley’s face got red, she opened her mouth to say something. Then her phone buzzed, and she immediately picked it up. You looked over her shoulder, and you rolled your eyes.

“Jesus Ashley,” you flopped back onto the bed. 

“What?” she snapped her head to you, her shoulders raised. 

You glared at her, you two had this conversation every time this happened. Ashley hung out with fucking the fakest bitches to exist. Seriously, these girls lived like they were the shit. Everything was handed down to them, and not an ounce of empathy for those not as fortunate as them. Ashley became friends with them recently, considering she had the same classes with them. 

“Be careful,” you said.

She shrugged and looked back at her phone again. The worst part about this? It was changing your friend, for the worse. 

…

Your knuckle collided with the leather and you took a step back. Your face was hot, blood pumping throughout your body. Your movement didn’t stop until your fist was washed over with grains. Heaving you pulled yourself away from the punching bag. Eyes fleeting to Cate who had stopped hitting her punching bag. Her brows scrunched up and her lips parted.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said this was therapeutic for you,” she laughed. Your tired face flipped, as you smiled brightly. Enjoying the fact Cate had got into the groove of punching bags. She seemed hesitant to join you at first on a random Wednesday. Ever since Saturday, you’d noticed the way she carried herself. Confidently but something always seemed to trouble her. 

“Are you bleeding?” she gasped and you looked at your fists. The bandages were soaked in red, but you didn’t feel a thing. 

“Yeah,” you said as Cate took off her boxing gloves. She immediately came to your side. One hand on your forearm while the other pulled the bandages. You watched with great intent, wondering if you'd need stitches again. The final layer peeled off your skin, revealing your lower layers of skin in red. 

“Holy shit, we’ve gotta get you to the nurse,” Cate gushed.

“Yeah,” you frowned. The blonde froze and her eyes went wide. Immediately she pulled her hand back like you’d burned her. 

“Sorry,” she said, and this time you were confused.

“For what?” you asked.

“For touching you, I,” Cate took a step back from you. You laughed softly and shook your head. Wrapping up your open wound.

“It’s okay Cate, usually people love to put their hands on me anyway,” you wiggled your eyebrows. It made her laugh, either out of shock or the fact you were funny. 

“Can you help me to nurse?” you asked. 

“Yeah, let’s go,” she said. 

Thankfully you didn’t need stitches, but the nurse made you fill out far too much paperwork. You were pretty sure it was payback for the times you’d come in here bloodied and bruised (far too many times). Your healing factor was kinda shit, it took a lot longer than most. When you turn off your pain receptors and put your all in every punch, you’ll eventually collapse. 

Anyhow, Cate had left halfway through when she saw you were okay. You finished writing down your last signature when the door whipped open. You and the nurse both looked over to see Andre slightly out of breath. He cleared his throat, eyes on you.

“Hey,” he said, “you okay? Cate sent me a text,” he had his phone in his hand. 

Your chest squeezed, and your heart was about to explode. “I’m okay,” you smiled. “Are you here for me?” you asked.

“I mean,” he put a hand to the back of his neck, looking around the empty room, “yeah,” he said. He shot you a smile (which you thought was so hot and cute at the same time) and you bit your lower lip. The nurse cleared her throat, tapping the paper you had yet to sign. You quickly signed the papers. You got your tote bag, swinging it over your shoulder before walking out of the room with Andre. 

“Where are you headed?” you asked. 

He hummed, eyes on your face, clearly Cate didn’t say what type of damage was done. Then he saw your knuckles wrapped in fresh gauze. He stopped abruptly, pulling your elbow to make you stop.  

“Hey, did you do this by yourself?” his voice was soft, as he picked up one of your hands. You let him examine it, liking the feeling of his fingertips around yours. It sent a buzz up your spine and made a cage of butterflies flutter. 

“Yeah, it’s no biggie though. It’ll be healed by tomorrow or the next,” you said.

“That slow?” he still held your hand, but his gaze was on you. 

You clicked your tongue and looked away. Your face was getting hot again.

“My healing factor is fucking slow,” you dragged out the last word. His thumb circled your palm as he thought. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and when you met his eyes. You knew he wanted to ask. The eye-rolling questions. Why would you do this? Doesn’t it hurt? Blah blah blah. 

“I’ll be okay,” you winked at him. You hooked your arm around his. “But could you walk me to my dorm? Since I’m so wounded, I might not make it,” you said dramatically. He laughed, it was like music to your ears. 

[snootlestheangel]

Shadow Company OCs Incorrect Quotes

Flash, meeting Ness for the first time: Hey! I'm Cole, I'm new! Whoa, dude! Your eyes are different colors, that's so cool! Oh that means you have heterochromia, right? I had a teacher in the 5th grade with two different eyes. Granted, one of them was a fake eye. She was really cool! Anyways, I look forward to working with you, Ness! Commander said that's what everyone calls you, right? Is it after the Loch Ness Monster? If so, that's fucking sick! I've always wanted to go to Scotland, ya know? What about you? Ness, who can barely speak: Uh- Flash: Sorry, I talk really fast when I'm excited. I thought I had gone pretty slow, but it's okay! I know I'm hard to understand! Ness, king of being hard to understand: Uh huh

Flash: Today I was running laps like normal, ya know? No big deal type stuff but then suddenly everyone was like cheering. And I was like "What? We're cheering? Okay!" and also started cheering. Flash: Then everyone started laughing cause haha turns out they were cheering for me! Flash: Apparently I broke one of Commander Graves's records or something. I dunno, but it's cool they all cheered for me!

Woody: So, tell me again exactly what happened. Truck: He was fucking around in my shop and then he screamed. Woody: Why *trying not to laugh* why did he scream? Truck: He found out. Woody: *wheezing*

Ness: I'm being punished for something Woody: Oh yeah? Ness: Mhm. I have a *struggles a second* presentation Woody: Does-does Graves realize? Ness: *shrugs* Woody: Let's just let it happen and let him learn from his mistakes, yeah? Ness: Mkay

Flash: WOODY!! Woody, startled: Flash, it's 0100, what the hell? Flash: I found a stash of sour candy and then ate like half of it! I shared some with Ness cause he caught me, and then Truck saw but instead he just handed us even more sour candy! Woody: So, you came to bother me? Flash, excitedly: Uh huh! Woody: Why? Flash: I can't feel my face! :D

Truck: Listen, I don't know how he got hurt. Told him to not come any closer and then suddenly he was crying in pain. Graves: You cannot keep abusing recruits that step into your shop. Truck: Stop recruiting dumbasses then. Graves: How dare you, they're not dumbasses! Flash, barging in: COMMANDER THERE'S A FUCKING SNAKE IN THE POOL AND NESS ALMOST CRIED! Truck: ... Graves: Touché Woody: Of course I love my job! My coworkers are good, and nice, and we all do our part! Also Woody: *blinking HELP ME in Morse Code*

[wokeuplaughing]

zoning out at work because I keep thinking about I'm moving different. This shit ain't nothing to me man. I'm a dog. I'm biting the fart bubbles in the bath. We smoking symbiotes. Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian Furburger Deluxe Mega Million Scratcher Skunk Bubba Kush. We smoking dung beetle. I'm on twelve Vicodins smoking on Scooby Doo dick. We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers? We snorting that good buffalo soldier tamarind Jordanian Jibbies. They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm Him. That Burberry backwoods pack kitten that pussy smell, like a Hellcat VH. We smoking shit in a glass pipe blowing the Lord's bubbles. I'm sick in the head. I'm on them Broward County tic tacs. I'm on them Georgetown geronimos. I'm on them Nashville nibblers. I left my Margelas in the Benz truck, I'll have to stunt on them next time. I don't give a fuck if I go blind. I don't need to see the price tag anyway. We s- I'm high on twelve Jason Bournes looking to beat the cum out of a thick fresh hoe. We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit. I'll fucking kill you. Call that pussy The Matrix cuz I'm in this bitch, and I can't get out. Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers! Don't be shy girl, I love me some, pastrami mud flaps. I'm moving like French Montana. Hæh? Welcome to the cream kingdom bitch, open up! Blac Chyna, I drink her piss out of another man's balls. My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson. You ain't seen ten bands in your life, chit! Reach for my neck you'll get turned into an example. Y'all gotta stop playing with me man. I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothing to me man. Tied the opps to the back of a track hog. And dragged him around the block for twenty four hours. Motherfucker! Looked like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him. Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant. I'm moving like Oppenheimer. She drop that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Steven Wallace. Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm. I have seen the Magna Carta, I have seen the eye of Horuh. I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before you all even became a type 1 civilization. This shit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shit. Step the wrong way and you will perish. That pussy feel like Biscoff butter. You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cuz I don't give a shit. If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke, cuz I don't give a shit. My bitch look like David Hasselhoff. I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack. This shit ain't nothing to me man I'll kill you you stupid piece of shit