Maybe I need to stop falling in love with dudes that live in another continent. Thatâll be helpful to my mental state. Or just move to that continent⌠maybe?
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Maybe I need to stop falling in love with dudes that live in another continent. Thatâll be helpful to my mental state. Or just move to that continent⌠maybe?
I regret to inform everyone that I remain Apollo's favorite dodgeball target.
I was organizing some old Hunger Pangs files (removing the various iterations of 'untitled,' 'untitled1,' 'untitled1(1)' from my hard drive), and this excerpt from the next book, originally written in 2018, jumped out at me, hit me with a steel chair then took off after rifling through my pockets for spare change:
"We're going to run out of coffee soon," Vlad said, sounding painfully resigned, Nathan thought. "Really? It's that bad?" The vampire nodded and set down the ledger he'd been looking at. "Tea and sugar too. Among other things." He sighed. "But I suppose that's what happens when you spend years waging wars you cannot hope to win, then imposing ridiculous tariffs to try and get your way when the wars fail." He looked up at Nathan, his black eyes far too bright in the dim light, and gave a humorless laugh, his upper lip twisting to reveal a disdainful flash of fang. "But don't worry. I'm sure our glorious leaders will find a way to blame it on the refugees seeking shelter on our shores. The bastards always do."
*smacking my pattern recognition with a hammer* How the fuck do I turn this thing off?
oh siddhartha gautama, called Buddha, we're really in it now
"you attract what you fear"
AHHHHHH A RICH BENEFACTOR WHO WILL FUND ALL MY WEIRD CREATIVE ENDEAVOURS NOOOOOO STAY AWAYYYY
My apologies to whatever poor Ao3 tag wrangler first sees the 'Bruce Wayne Muppet Threeesome' tag.
Your gift basket is in the mail.
"OP provide context"
Scroll my blog in fear like God intended.
I feel like the fact that I'm clearly stuck at the airport adds Energy to this one:
(the bottom embellishments are crosses with a nail, iykyk)
oh fuck off
"mmh did you know that creator you like also posts đ content? did you know that? don't you think that's weird? don't you think we should keep this space-"
no. i don't.
i booked a front row seat to the devil's sacrament and you're blocking the view
just go back to the 1660 new england hole you just crawled out of and eat barley for a week to atone for your sins or whatever
apologies for my delay, i have heard you all, i currently still have strep throat
"mmh did you know that creator you like also posts đ content? did you know that? don't you think that's weird? don't you think we should keep this space-"
no. i don't.
i booked a front row seat to the devil's sacrament and you're blocking the view
just go back to the 1660 new england hole you just crawled out of and eat barley for a week to atone for your sins or whatever
" "I booked a front row seat to the devil's sacrament and you're blocking the view" is one banger of a thematic statement. Shirt material.
So like what is the most beautiful city to you, like the city that is the most visually appealing for you?
For me, it's Florence Italy
It just has such a unique feel and is colorful yet has decorum, it's nice, and there is so much public art and public squares, it's wonderful
If you ever get a chance to visit Italy, take the train up to Florence, it is more than worth it
I know itâs not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say
reblog if attacking fascism is really the hill you want to die on
this is literally like one of the most justified and honorable hills you could die on??? lol??
Quick someone reply with the gifâ˘ď¸
Always reblog this if you are cool
in my head the star wars equivalent of tswift is some human woman named tayâlor spiff or something and her stans are losing their minds over theories that sheâs secretly a jedi singing about the horrors of war, even though sheâs from a neutral system that hasnât seen so much as a moral panic in 50 years
the theories get even more egregious during the imperial era, with people straight up thinking she joined the rebellion in secret and is loading her songs with subliminal rebel propaganda. their main piece of evidence for this is if you play a certain song backwards, it sounds like sheâs saying âfreedomâ in shyriiwook. the fans get really defensive if you point out sheâs performed at the yearly empire day celebration thrice now and her family historically owned ewok slaves
i regret to inform both you beautiful people that this isnât going to go how you think it will
spiff fans (also known as âspiffiesâ) insist that the two decommissioned venator-class destroyers spiff purchased, the bad blood and the reputation, are for diplomatic purposes that benefit the rebellion. jediâlors have concocted theories that she served on both ships during the clone wars and was respectful of every clone that served there, despite her courtship of a gravball player that thrice advocated against the clone veterans being granted natural citizenship
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all goofing aside I don't understand the urge to reimagine Tay'lor Allisoarn Spiff as a secret Jedi fighting for the rebellion when the rebel alliance is literally like overflowing with women fighting the empire. Gara and Ke'Cha and Mileu and Halcey are right there. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't like Taylor but why would you hang all your hopes of taking down the empire on her
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Isn't Lady Gara a force sensitive?
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Hence why I put her in the list of famous force using women who are in the rebel alliance?
(okay ignore the fact I've put an image in here but this is ops icon)
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#im sure op has this post muted by now but Ur icon is so real op
The icon is because of this post
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btw to just clarify for anyone who sees this reblog of this post
op is basically saying something along the lines of "yea ik tay'lor spiff is a jedi but like. why is she y'all's only force using rebel icon when there are all these other force users in the rebellion???"
i might have worded this badly but hopefully i got the main point across
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Hi OP here I most CERTAINLY DID NOT SAY TAY'LOR SPIFF IS A JEDI???
(based on this post)
you wouldn't believe who showed up in today's Jango Fett comic issue
(Jango Fett #4 by Ethan Sacks and Luke Ross)
head in my hands. she looks so much like the design i made too
How quickly did you recognised the OG Taylor post is very indicative of your life on this website
Joker dies bcs during his big dramatic speech of the day he tries to be be all insane and funny by pretending to shoot himself in the head with his BANG! flag gun but he fucks up getting distracted by flirting with Batman and mixes up his guns and he shoots himself in the face in front of the bats. Jason, who was being bodily held back from shooting him himself by Bruce and Dick for the past 15 minutes, laughs so hard he fractures a rib and has to be carried back to the batmobile
Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?
No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people
everybody go home the best tag on this post just dropped
The Turkey Story
So itâs 2001, and my family drives from fucking California and like three blizzards to get to Ohio for thanksgiving, becuase my grandparents are moving into a nursing home and itâs their last holiday in that house. So its a bit bittersweet but ultimately a good thing.
Since itâs their last holiday there, the family pulls out all the stops when it comes to dinner, all the Russian desserts come out, as does the Lethal Bacon Mashed Potatoes and the horrible candied yams with the mini marshmallows dish because not all expressions of love are good, even if they are sincere. In the spirit of going all-out, Uncle Bobby smokes a Turkey. Â
Uncle Bobby started cooking as a boy scout by tossing foil-wrapped potatoes into a campfire and has been addicted since, and now has a hand-made smokehouse in the backyard where he makes various cured meats and other delights. He seasons the turkey in the traditional manner, but he and grandpa have a shared passion for a spicier mesquite-style bird, so Bobby makes a Cornish Game Hen seasoned that way, for them.
Then Bobby has a Brilliant Idea. He realizes that he can stuff the turkey (once it has been smoked) with regular stuffing, and there is still plenty of room for him to put the game hen inside THAT, and stuff the game hen becuase why not? He confers with Mom, and she explains how to cut open the turkey so thereâs dramatic reveal as the stuffing and game hen come out. Itâs Genius.
Except, of course, that my Aunt Sue is attending, Uncle Cliff slouching after her.
So the day of the dinner, tensions are running a bit high, between the marathon cooking, the kids all being trapped indoors due to aforementioned blizzards, and Uncle Cliff deciding that the best way to amuse himself is by hiding from the adults in the basement, getting drunk and rambling about how various ethic groups were destroying America. Being that I had close Muslim friends that were leaving the country becuase of 9/11, I was near tears from this nonsense and ready to fight a man roughly five times my size. Â
Sue, for some reason, keeps coming down and defending him, or telling us weâre rotten children for âattackingâ him, becuase she Must Stand By Her Man, even if her man is a hefty bag of dog feces with an ugly mustache.
My sister eventually bolts upstairs to tattle and my grandfather limps down to the basement and brandishes his Hip-Bone Cane, hands rock-steady in spite of the Parkinsonâs slowly taking over him.
âFirstly Cliff, It may not be my roof much longer but while you are under it you will be civil, or Iâll beat your skull in. Also, dinnerâs ready, everyone go wash up.â
We go upstairs and sit down, and do the traditional âName one thing youâre thankful forâ as the bread gets passed around the table, and things calm down a bit. Bobby brings out the Turkey and everyone goes OOH becuase itâs really pretty, them Mom carves it open so that the stuffing spills out dramatically along with the game hen and thereâs an appreciative gasp all around becuase it looks cool.
Only Sue KEEPS gasping, in utter horror, before getting up and clasping her hands to her face ala Edvard Munch and shrieks-
âOH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANT!â
We all stare at Sue. We all look back at the fully-dressed-cooked-and-stuffed birds that in no way had any internal organs in them or ever gave live birth. Then we all looked back at Sue, trying to figure out where to begin but since sheâd been trying to justify Cliffâs behavior she was pretty much free-associating conspiracies and scandals now, and just kept going.
âIT WAS PREGNANT MY GOD WEâVE COMMITTED AN ABORTION WEâRE ALL GOING TO HELL FOR THIS, IâM SO SORRY JESUS-â She goes into full pearl-clutching gibbering horror at this point and falls back into her chair like itâs a Victorian fainting couch only itâs a shitty chair from the Eisenhower administration so it collapses and she slams into the floor, sobbing and kicking her feet like a toddler.
Everyone watched for a moment before my Mom sighs heavily and starts carving and serving the turkey while my grandmother mouths âsheâs not coming backâ. Â
Cliff, reactions delayed by about six beers, finally notices his wife is on the floor and tries to pick her up, falls on his ass himself. They are assisted by Dad, who is saintly patient man and less immune to this jacknapery at that point. I am stuffing dinner rolls into my face to keep from laughing at this grand spectacle and itâs not working.
âI CANâT EAT IT, I REFUSE TO PARTAKE IN THIS BARBARISM-â Sue begins but Dad puts on his best Kindly Father voice (he was heavily involved with the catholic church and even considered becoming a priest before getting drafted but thatâs another story) and assures Sue that she need not eat, or even be in the room if she wants. She nods, placated by being the center of attention again, and Dad goes in for the kill.
âI wouldnât want you to go hungry. Can I make you some Eggs?â
âThat would be lovely.â Said Sue, joke flying over her head like a boeing 747. I recall watching my grandmother nearly choke to death on the green beans over that, and everyone pointedly trying to avoid talking about anything poultry-related while Sue sat there and ate the most ironic scrambled eggs in the history of mankind.
Shortly thereafter, Cliff threw up in the sink and they went home, and the party got underway properly, with Grandpa raising a toast to Mom and Uncle Bobby âFor marrying well, for a changeâ âPregnant Turkeyâ has been an Ohioan thanksgiving staple since then. Iâll see if I can hit Uncle Bobby up for instructions but if you decide to make it 1. you HAVE to shriek âOH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANTâ when you carve it open, or itâs not authentic and wonât taste as good 2. Share the pictures with me.
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Good God Iâm out of it, I almost forgot to share this again this year!
This just in, wet gremlin escaped the towel burrito she was bundled in. Revenge for unwanted bath imminent.
Gotta keep a straight face u guys
based on this post
what kind of ultra deluxe cuss costs 50 dollars?
Bruce is rich so swear jar prices got to be higher to cover the kids large allowance.
Bruce understands scaling punishment to wealth.
As a horror guy I vehemently do not support hatred towards romance girlies. Sister genres in my opinion. We both enjoy familiar tropes. We both enjoy interesting relationship dynamics explored between two or more people. We both enjoy werewolves.