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I think what made me the happiest about the Kendrick v Drake beef was that for a moment there, we were all listening to rap as rap is meant to be listened to. Active listening, media comprehension, focused, fun, and all to the sound of the spilled blood of a man's career being curb stomped. Generational experience. 10/10 would experience for the first time again.
the future rules
be skeptical of anything that encourages you to be too self-congratulatory about how much smarter your side is than your opponents’. liberals were also duped into contributing to the success of this scam and others like it
See this is why when we say "do not feed the trolls," what we mean is DO NOT FEED THE TROLLS.
No engagement. NONE. Telling them how stupid and terrible and wrong they are is STILL ENGAGEMENT. You are still promoting their content and it doesn't matter if it's negative or positive attention.
If you want to refute some of their claims, screenshot and block the username (this discourages others from seeking out the original post and engaging with it— it doesnt make it impossible obviously but people are often lazy and it making it slightly more difficult to find the original post will discourage most people).
This is also a good habit for engaging with people who may just be regular jerks, not out and out trolls. You want to complain or refute but necessarily encourage a massive pile on that gets completely out of hand.
let's put Scooby and the gang in a genuine horror movie situation, i wanna see what these freaks are truly capable of
"didn't they already do this with—" no. put them in a slasher film. put them in a BLOODBATH. put this van full of weirdoes in a Texas Chainsaw Massacre scenario i have FAITH in them
THEY'D DO WELL IN SAW
okay I'm thinking about this
not Saw specifically but a slasher with a legit body count. Summer camp slashers are overplayed but I think it really works because it's the type of thing the Scooby gang WOULD get caught up in.
like some of the counselors didn't show up (got got) so the head counselor calls his younger cousin to see if him and his friends can fill in last minute. They show up and they're a bunch of nerds, one of them even has an anxiety dog, and they don't have a big role at first. It seems like the movie is setting them up as cannon fodder.
and then the deaths start and suddenly the nerds are locked the fuck in. The little one with the glasses actually fixed the phone line and is taking stock of all their supplies in case the vehicles go out. The counselor's cousin who seemed like a himbo has set up a perimeter and made makeshift alarms for all the doors and windows, knows all the entry points. The anxious one and his dog are keeping the mood up with the snacks and activities that were supposed to be for the kids, making sure nobody panics and starts making dumb decisions. Somebody tried to grab the redhead and she flipped him over and had him zip-tied before anybody noticed. Weren't they a D&D group or something? What is happening???
Fuck the slasher movie just effectively becomes Home Alone but with Four Kevin McAllisters
Bro's fucked.
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at one point the kid with the anxiety dog says, "man, why does this keep happening? this is, like, the eighth time thid year!"
it's barely June. abruptly all the normal councilors understand a) why he has an anxiety dog, and b) why the dog has anxiety too.
RARE CARD!
cw: tipsy bkg, head (m) (ikr how crazy), fluff, smut, established relationship. probably typos. i’ll add borders later.
“where…,” there’s a soft slam of your front door, keys being thrown on the table and boots being kicked off. a light stumble with a swear tacked on at the end. “where are you?”
“bedroom!” you call, sitting on your bed to pull up your large pyjama t-shirt to the tops of your thighs and opening your tub of vanilla body cream.
your response gets an incoherent mumble across your flat as there’s more shuffling down your hallway. a jacket being tugged off and… something else?
bakugou katsuki’s head pops through the doorway first. droopy eyes, wrinkled black t-shirt (he did leave here with a jumper so you wonder where that is) and no trousers (jumper is probably where the trousers are).
“did you lose your clothes outside?” you laugh as strong thick legs wade their way towards you.
he moves like a zombie with his fluffy messy hair, slow walk with his arms out to you.
the six foot four pro hero shakes his head at you sloppily, towering over your frame for a second before dropping to his knees between your legs. he rests all his body weight on you, exhausted.
you watch him enamoured, like he’s a dog just trying to show he wants some attention. he circles his arms around your waist and his head drops on your lap, snuggling into you tightly.
Why aren't there more monsterfucker subreddits??? Where R U guys getting Ur porn?? 😭😭
You made this bet with your orc friend.
He was complaining about Orc x human porn being unrealistic because no human could just take an orc as easily as it seems in porn. You disagreed, adamant that it couldn't be that hard and you could do it if you really wanted to.
Now you find yourself pants-less, on his lap as he barely fits two fingers in your soaked cunt.
Oh spec the person you are JESUS CHRISTTT
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Perfectly balanced as all things should be…
balance
quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog
the post I stole this from got reblog turned off but I wanted to rb it so here
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Bonus sergeant Meowrrick and captain Mrrice!!!
i also decided to set up a twitter ^^ @/soilentss, i’ll post some sketches there soon, feel free to check it out !
Mmmm a royal family of werewolves, the country is a constitutional monarchy, but the royal family still holds sway over banks and such.
You as a diplomatic envoy, visit and stay in a small guest house on the royal grounds, not expecting to find the oldest of the royal children, a werewolf with deep reddish brown fur and nearly three decades of life experience, royal training, and graces taught to him, kneeling on the bed you'd been sleeping in humping against the pillow you used.
Telling him not to stop on your behalf, looking him over as you move closer.
Ignoring the whimper he lets out and settling into place on the bed, pulling the handkerchief you've been using to dab at sweat from the different climate, and shoving it into his face. Watching as he shudders and whines again, hips starting to move, soft yellow eyes watching you as he fucks himself against the pillow.
Kicking off your shoes from the day as you settle more on the bed, shifting so that you are sitting in front of him, watching more intentionally as he holds the handkerchief to his face on his own, whole body shaking as he seems to be stopping himself from cumming.
Just an older, unmarried, werewolf prince with a massive crush on one of the visiting diplomats. He's humping your pillow, stealing your handkerchiefs or laundry when you're at the palace, just desperate to get a solid hit of the scent he's enamored with.
It deeply saddens me that "pdf file" has become slang for pedo. Don't you dare disrespect my wife the beautiful portable document format ever again
and to the children in the notes saying we need this fucking baby talk to get around censorship online; there's been no credible evidence that any site other that YouTube (which will only demonetize your video, ftr) will actually censor or hide content that include words like rape, pedophile, gun, terrorist, etc. etc. and even if we take as a given they were (which, again, they are not), do not fucking comply in advance, you absolute fucking coward. and ESPECIALLY do not comply by altering your real life fucking vocabulary. don't let the technocrats dictate what words you say holy fucking shit dude!!!!!!!!!!!!
yandere!prince who's 3 months way from becoming king, the citizens and palace have already begun preparing for his coronation.
yandere!prince whos more terrifying than his father, nobles bow before him like GOD, his dark violet eyes gleaming with power.
yandere!prince who's favorite word is obedience, so it's no surprise when you're accepted as his personal maid he revels in your compliance.
"[Name], stand. Now." You're in his chambers holding a bowl of grapes. (he insists you feed him)
you stand.
"spin." you spin.
"lift up your skirt." you blush, giving him an almost disgraced face. as his personal maid, you were treated better but he'd never been perverted. you should have known better.
you move to set the bowl of grapes down anyways, you'd rather be humiliated for a moment then disobey and be forced to the torture many servants were subjected to. it wouldn't be so bad anyways, you had a petticoat under and would only lift the first layer.
the prince moved before you could, a pleasant smile taking up his brown cheeks, "God you really are perfect. I was joking, m'lady." he layed back down on his red velvet couch, motioning with his hands for you to continue feeding him.
now you were even more confused, the prince nicknamed "iron of evil" was making a joke? (and what was m'lady about, you were quite literally a commoner) you set the ruffles back down and continue pricking the grapes from the vine and into his mouth, this was probably your least favorite task he requested you do.
not because it was hard but because the prince was completely different from how he presented himself to the public.
moaning and whimpering exaggeratedly as you fed him the fruit, the worst is when he licks at your fingers, even taking one into his mouth, pearly whiteness flicking around the digit.
he always seemed to be smiling around you, it was worse knowing how horrible he could be to others.
like that time a noble staying temporarily was caught trying to poison him, usually their sentence to death would be immediate no questions asked but this prince loved to play games.
it was in the throne room, two gaurds stood by the captive and the prince stood in front of him ( you standing silently by his side praying they wouldn't behead him in front of you ) .
and after staring at the man for almost ten minutes without saying a word, he turned to you.
"pick a number between 1 and 1,000"
you jumped, eyes flickering between the man and the prince, "don't look at him, look at me. number quickly." he graps your jaw within seconds. you gasp, there was no arguing with the prince.
you stared directly into his eyes, sputtering out a number, "o-one"
"hmm." his grip doesn't falter, instead he turns your face side to side peering at all your features. "would you look at this, you actually have a desireable face."
you didn't know wether to take it as a compliment or an insult.
he finally lets go, "okay, have him drawn in quarterd. i want him out of my sight."
you gulped, guilt shredding at your heart as the man screamed. now you felt responsible for his punishment, though you suspect he would have done anything he liked anyways.
as usual.
the prince kisses your palm bringing you back to the present, he's been like this lately too. becoming affectionate in private spaces ( and in public spaces ), insisting you dote on him, care for him and play good girl all while you face the consequences ( many people think you're secretly sleeping with him, though hes met his suitor many times )
"what are you thinking of, tell me your thoughts love."
you gulped, "well honestly my prince i was thinking this is highly inappropriate and that your should stop so that the both of us will avoid trouble, and also—"
the prince stops kissing you, darkened eyes glaring at you viciously. "[Name]" he said suddenly.
you gulp, regretting your decision to speak up immediately.
"you're perfect, okay? i need you to continue being perfect so that everyone here stays happy alright?" you nod. "and i told you to stop calling me that."
"i-i apologize my-sorry um, Anul."
Anul grins and shifts his body to sit upwards, "good, now come here." he motions to his lap and you sigh, as of the past few weeks this was common as well. he pats his thigh impatiently and you smooth down your skirt to move towards him. his arms are around you before you can even make it on him, his nose grazing your neck, "mm, perfect, all mine, so perfect."
you sigh again and fold your hands over your lap, you wouldn't deny this prince was comfortable to sit on but it was not only highly unprofessional but horribly nerve racking.
you were just glad nobody was in here to see it.
and just then a knock came from the door. you scramble to move but Anul hold on fast, "come in." his voice was like murky water compared to how he was speaking to you before.
another servant maid opens the door, looking at your turned down face for a moment before adressing her reason for being here. "uhm, [Name] has been requested in the chambers by Ms. Jalei just for a quick meeting." Ms. Jalei was the head of all thr maids in the palace.
Anul looks bored at her. "She's busy." and quickly turns back to you, but the maid hasnt left yet.
she clears her throat again, "it's umh, it's urgent." she say looking at you and the man, his arms tighten around your waist. "[Name]? what should i do? seems likes there another pest trying to disturb our peace. number, 1-1,000" the maid freezes up, even she knew was this meant.
your eyes went wide as you looked at him, god not this again. "I-I don't want her to get hurt."
"Oh how sweet. Don't worry she won't feel a thing." Anul smiles devilishly. The maid looks ready to cry.
You turned between them, you hears what happened with the other guy, you didn't know who this was but you certianly didn't want her to get hurt, not because she f you anyways.
"w-what can i do? to fix it, i don't think she deserves such a punishment. it's me there asking for anyways, so what should i do?" you pleaded.
that caught his attention, "What you can do...?" He thought for a moment, "You. Get out."
The door was such in seconds.
"ya' know ever since i've met you [Name] i've just been so much better, i'd really love it if you gave me a kiss. I think i deserve it dont you?"
you gulped, you saw something like this coming, you were prepared. you gave a small okay and Anul shifted so you were sitting on his crotch rather than his lap. "okay here i go." and placed the tiniest contact on his lips he almost missed it.
he blinked, "what was that."
"well, i just kisses you my prince. as you requested."
"that wasn't a kiss."
"well—" you don't get a chance to answer as he cups your mouth with his, your tounge sliding on the roof of his mouth, by the time he's finished you can barely breath. his hands had someway crawled themselves onto your side and he found himself craving you, needing you carnally and more than ever. he lets go.
"that was a kiss, and don't make me teach you again."
When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔
I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔
i tried to be funny and it backfired miserably
it’s 2014 it’s time we moved on as a nation and stop reblogging this
every person who reblogs this in 2015 is gonna get their ass kicked by yours truly
big dog owner katsuki at the dog park (thinking maybe a husky or a shiba something fluffy with an attitude problem) and you come in with your little mini poodle or something equally as small and you see bakugou with his big scary muscles in his all black gym gear, heavy boots because he didn’t change out of them after getting home and taking his pup on a walk and you think he’s so hot, so unbelievably hot that you know this is gonna end badly. not because he has a big scary dog but because your tiny little one is a fucking asshole.
he’s not entirely reactive, (he’s a rescue and you don’t know his past) he’s just a lil anxious and got little dog syndrome where thinks he is a big scary malamute when in reality he is the size of one of the alaskan hounds sheds. so you don’t go into the park, the second you spot bakugou and his dog, you turn on your heels, but the sound of the gate has already alerted him to your presence and you’re already halfway out, your own dog tucked under your arm for the safety of the shiba on the other side of the gate.
“just cause he’s big doesn’t mean he’s dangerous, you know.” you hear bakugou call out, irritation evident in the way he drawls his words.
you stop, sigh and turn back. “ohh i know, it’s my dog that’s the problem. he’s the asshole”
bakugou raises a brow. “that thing?”
this pisses you off. “yeah. this thing is a rescue so he gets a bit iffy around dogs he doesn’t know.”
“oh.” is all the blond can say.
“yeah. oh.” you mock, tightening your arm around your dog. “not everyone is out to get you because you have a big scary dog.”
“guess the asshole trait runs in the family huh.”
“sorry?”
bakugou laughs, low and clipped and ready for a fight. “just saying. your dogs an asshole, you’re an asshole. looks like he found the right home.”
“says the guy who’s at the dog park in a fucking tank top in 10 degree weather.” you sneer, blood boiling at the brazenness of this man. “got a big dog and big muscles, overcompensating for something?”
katsuki howls a laugh, teeth bared and ready to snap. “why don’t you come over here and find out?”
“i’d rather not be disappointed anymore than i already am.” your deadpan, completely bored with the man before you. “have fun with your muscles and whatever the fuck you’ve got going on there” you turn on your heels, tiny shaking dog tucked under your arm and head back for the footpath, away from the safety of the rudest (hottest) man you’ve ever met.
it’s not till three days later when you glimpse the news do you see the asshole from the dog parks face on the tv. pro hero dynamight flashes his angry grin on the screen, the camera panning quickly as he holds up a hand to swipe the attention away muttering a curse under his breath as he blasts away.
fuck.