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Hello! For the ask meme, "or" and "+" for Light and Mikami Please.😊
Ooh fun! This is especially difficult because both are complex turdbags so I don’t have any fave biases.
I’m going to prefer Mikami because he is more relatable to me. Sometimes we all wish we could just delete injustice from the world because we ourselves have been victims of injustice. I also deeply disrespect Light for how he treated the people who loved him. He spat in their eyes and treated them like dirt, whereas Mikami did his darndest to please the God he loved. That said, he is pretty pathetic.
I see Mikami as another one of Light’s victims. He made the choice to accept the notebook, yes, but he was also taken hold of and gaslighted/abused into following Kira like the rest of his eventual followers. I don’t think this eliminates his free choice, since you can be both a victim and a perpetrator. I think a major theme in Death Note is how evil people can manipulate moral or mental weakness in people for their own selfish gain. You can see that clearly in their relationship.
Frankly, I dislike Mikalight enough to block the ship tag, but I have no problems with people who like it. I ship a rarepair too, after all.
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kmp78 · 2 years
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No one has access to J cell phone or knows who he talks... Iike Behati with Adam Levine.
Which is why him being outed for the turdbag that he is gives me the giggles. 🤭
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sunshadow-kitten · 2 years
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Hee hoo dumb animation thing, flip flop elf ears.
Meet Hopefull, the oc I made purely because I wanted to ship Chosen with someone and the only people close to his age are his younger brother and the turdbag who manipulated his son, so I made someone up instead. He usualy goes by Hope and he is a licenced tharapist, I might post more info about him in the future but for now this is all I got.
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pingvin-king · 6 years
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one thing that this second puberty really kills me with is when my voice cracks randomly. upside i guess is that it provides my lil bro with a good laugh and it just amuses him to no end lmao
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pawiie · 2 years
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Y/N: You mother fucker! You’re literal Dog Shit! Why don’t you fucking get off and die you fucking turdbag!
Natasha: Wow, thats a very colorful vocabulary.
Wanda: *cries* i just wanted to play call of duty with you
Y/N: LET GO OF THE FUCKING GRENADE YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING KILLED YOURSELF UGH FUCKING MORON!!!
Wanda: *runs out of the room crying*
Y/N: i think i have a problem, nat.
Natasha: you don’t say..
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At Least Three Republicans Won’t Be Racist Obstructionists
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A nearly unified wall of Republican opposition to Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson cracked slightly on Monday as two more Republican senators said they would side with Democrats in supporting her, paving the way for her confirmation as the first Black woman on the U.S. Supreme Court. Senators Mitten Romney of Utah and Lisa Murkowski of Alaska joined Susan Collins of Maine, in lending their support to Judge Jackson, defying their party. The G.O.P. opposition was underscored on Monday when all 11 of the turdbag Republicans on the Judiciary Committee voted against the nomination. It was hardly surprising given what obstructionist, racist pieces of shit they are, but at least three of their fellow senators won’t go down in history as complete nightmare bigots.
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lenadoyle · 3 years
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My dog’s names: Puppy (lovingly)
Buppy (puppy just with a b because my sister said it wrong once nine years ago)
Trashbag (Lovingly i don’t know we’re this started)
Turdbag (lovingly)
Tessa (never said)
Tessa! (Naughty dog)
Tessa Ann!! (She is being super super naughty!)
Dummy (Lovingly but her being stubborn)
Friend? (This summons her for some reason)
Haha these are great!
My mum sometimes calls Charlie a douchebag (lovingly) and it’s always hilarious 😂😂
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April 14: What would you like other people to be more aware of when it comes to autism? 
Well, I remember an earlier prompt where I mentioned a lot of misconceptions and stereotypes I hate. I want people to be aware that the misconceptions are misconceptions and that not all autistic people fit the stereotypes (though some do).
Oh, I also forgot to mention in that post the misconception that autistic people are stupid. Which is just plain infuriating. AUTISTIC DOES NOT MEAN STUPID, PEOPLE. AUTISTIC DOES NOT. MEAN. STUPID. Being autistic doesn’t make you a complete imbecile, just ‘cause a person is smart doesn’t mean they can’t possibly be autistic, and calling somecreature autistic when you want to say they’re stupid is an ableist turdbag move.
I’d also like for people to be aware that THE R WORD IS A FREAKING SLUR AND SHOULD NEVER BE USED. Anycreature else have those classmates who just insist on throwing it around ALL the time? UUUGH.
It would also be really good for people to know that autistic people might not always know when something they’re doing comes off as rude to neurotypicals and there’s a chance they really don’t mean to be rude at all when they’re doing said thing?
Funny story, once in gym back in elementary school, we were seated on the floor while the gym teacher was talking to us about something, and at some point I got tired of my sitting position and I laid down on my back sprawled across the floor...and my gym teacher told me to go to the office. I protested ‘cause as far as I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but he kept insisting and seemed convinced I knew what I’d done. When I got there and told the principal what happened, turns out he was upset that I laid down because supposedly that was a sign of disrespect and showed that you weren’t listening. Like, first of all that was dumb and some of us can listen in any position, second of all getting sent to the office for that was an overkill, and third, he could’ve at least told me what I was in trouble for.
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0hcicero · 7 years
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Upon learning that Nazis apparently want to co-opt Jane Austen.
Here’s an old poem I wanted to read at a spoken word night sometime in college and then thought it was too harsh for some of the poor men who shouldn’t be tarred and feathered with the ones who inspired it. Well, now you’ve done it, you alt-right nazi turdbags.
Advice to the common man
I can tell you what she’s thinking, the girl In the red knit cap on the bus with the book The covers wide, bent over one side, the spine bent indecorously back Her mouth parted, brows drawn tightly, straining – blind to your staring. So, I offer, before you start thinking of her cleavage and about how when she sits, Reading just so, her elbows push and elevate her tits To a height’s perfect gazing – some consternation on these rather base ministrations.
In her, there are wide vistas of stark moors Where Heathcliff roams like a wild dog Haunting the passages of Baskerville, a hound that sniffs and paws Against long-limbed bodies of fiction. The map of her mind reads like literary landscapes of damp London fog, Invested in the scrawled and sprawling haze of Victorian close-quarted thought Where dear, awkward Darcy is encamped between Rochester, grinning darkly, and Gatsby, flawed, and grasping.
If somehow your existence were inked inside the studied recesses of her mind You’d be the ill-formed fetus of Mr. Collins and Willoughby, aborted and left behind. Do you know, when she looks up – finally – from the page into your face When her eyes blink, her arch brow sardonically raised (A tiny, wry smile appearing with a particularly Austenian grace) That she will forever think herself more an Elizabeth than an Emma, More Jane than Dorothea, and will forget you, and your leering, when momentarily she lights
From the bus platform to the street, Even though you might follow, doggedly, hoping to meet Hoping to see her face in a canned picture in the dating site you use to “pick up chicks” Scanning profiles for dateable women, hoping one might consent to suck your dick,
Or maybe you fancy yourself braver Foraging for flesh on a darkened dancefloor, Though you should know, when you lech like swine, (You may lack a curled tail and your snout might be misplaced – The simile serves, perhaps a tad crass – Though no more so than the way you greet women by allowing your crotch To say hello when it digs into their ass) Where to find women like this – you will never divine.
Your dowsing rod I’ll be, oracular, Delphic, and perhaps eventually You’ll be able to compete. It could be you, whispering inky words, Exercising the carnal covenant of poetic meter, rhythm Staining the curving scroll of stolen nightblack moments. There is a chance you could rise, meteoric, battling with passages of prose Hemmingway, Faulkner, Shakespeare, Donne, until the sun also rose. But the clarity of day should serve to drive the flimsy composition Of your six-grade reading level back to the convent of your conventional wet dreams. This I’ll say, just once. If you want a girl, no, a woman, like her Get thee to your local library or bookstore.
These are the thoughts that exist in her head. Before you approach her, You should be much better read.
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rogue-healer · 5 years
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Nef Anyo: Those colonists would wager this?! Don’t those idiots know how much this is worth?
Me: Yeah, less than their way of life, you turdbag.
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lexosaurus · 6 years
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This might be the alcohol talking but if I were Danny Phantom I'd smoke a bunch of ghost weed and then go pants President Turdbag
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haarlequinade · 5 years
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@tallorc
“Listen, buddy. I’m havin’ a very bad day. So yer gonna tell me what the hell this place is or yer gonna find out what’s at the bottom of that hole.” 
Long story short, two turdbags decided to mess with the wrong girl. Now said two turdbags sported bloody noses and black eyes as she stood expectantly over them awaiting an answer. No one in this place was giving her a straight answer and she was going to get one no matter what it took.
However as the stranger approached the scene, she was more than happy to turn two beat knuckleheads into three, should said stranger push the wrong buttons.
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“Ya got somethin’ ta say?”
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the-insatiable-one · 5 years
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Ice Queen
28 Days Sober
I was never good at continuity.
A year ago Jenny and I went to that one gig at Hemisphere park, not that its relevant but Maroon 5 was playing. My stepfather scolded me for my cold demeanor. Others will walk out, he said. When they feel like they're getting nothing back. It made me think of her. How I was living, but not for us. Not for her. How I thought it would have been such a magical moment had I been with Nick, or whatever turdbag I was into at the time. I feel bad, for the way I was. Atleast she found her happily ever after.
School is almost out. I still haven't done much. I really should try harder. But I often lack the will. It's getting harder to pretend to be strong. I've only got three weeks left, less now. I can't wait to go back. My breathing was just as bad anyways. Fuck it. For nearly ten years it really has been the longest and most honest relationship in my life. What MJ and I. Isn't that fucked up? I never hid anything from her, I couldn't. She tore into my soul and read my reality to filth. Showed me who I really am time and time again. Who I wanted to be, and how to get there. What else could I possibly need? And who could ever live up to such high expectations? No wonder I'm alone. I've found the perfect relationship in a plant. Could be worse. Atleast it's not heroin.
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katsidhe · 6 years
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JACK YOU CLEVER PRECIOUS EGG MCMUFFIN. Zachariah you turdbag, I love to hate you. 
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story-t1me · 7 years
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Lock the damn door will ya?
So I'm a GRDS student and each year gets their own studio. After a long day of project dues and jurries, we wrap up and some of my friends and I stay behind to pack our things and chill a bit before we leave too. As we're talking, two first years wander in looking around. We ask them wassup assuming they're looking for someome. We end up carrying a coversation for roughly 7 minutes about instructors and courses etc. Suddenly and out of no where the girl starts sedductively carressing that dude's thigh and he just smiles at her and gropes her back. At this point none of us really know how to react. It's not like our conversation had ended and they started doing their thing. No no. We were MID talking to them, eye contact and everything when they start innapropriately touching each other? Not to mention 2 out of the 5 of us are extremely religious. I just sighted loudly and said "really?!", my palm face probably breaking my face as I placed my hand on my head with the most dissapointed look ever plastered where my smile was 2 secconds ago. We all kind of just awkwardly looked at one another while nodding our heads meaning "bro? What do we do now? Do we break them up? Do we look away and ignore it? Do I sit here and watch?" A voice breaks our moment of pannick. It was that scum of a guy's as he told us sarcastically "oh dw, we're not dating" proceeding to jump on her and making out all over my class mate's desk. At this point I knew i had to do something before they start making babies on that table. I stomped over to my project, grabbed one of the wooden sticks and screamed as i chased them out "GET TF OUT YOU OVER HORMONAL FIRST YEARS AND DONT COME BACK YOU TURDBAGS".
Let me explain something to you. I'm that bubbly calm cheerful person in class who's always happy and nice to everyone no matter what. But I'm also someone who hasn't showered or slept in the last 5 days except for maybe 30 min on the ride to uni, so I was extremely angry and I lashed out.
After I was done I turned around to find my friends mortified not knowing what to be more schocked of. The fact that two random people find it appealing to fuck one another infront of a group of strangers and i repeat, MID-conversation, or that me, a tiny 5 foot girl basically did a perfect impersonation of The Hulk.
Either way I was really proud of myself and I informed the class about what had happened asking them to lock the damn studio door like we're supposed to when they leave. That girl who's desk they were making out on is currently back to the studio with a bunch of sponges and detol clensing the shit out of her table.
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megabadbunny · 7 years
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Because who doesn’t love drawing Gugu Mbatha-Raw as a Disney princess? ;)
Also because Belle’s updated ballgown for the live-action film is pretty enough, but also...baffling. I understand that it’s supposed to make Belle “look like a modern woman” which feels like producer code for “make it marketable because we don’t trust 5-17 year-old-girls to appreciate the style of anything more than 5 years old herp derp der” but anachronistic style aside, it barely draws inspiration from the original dress, and perhaps more importantly, it doesn’t mesh with the rest of the film’s costume design. I’m loathe to place too much blame on the costume designer because the other costumes in the movie are pretty great, a fun stylistic storybook-take on 18th-century garb--ain’t nuttin wrong with that! But whether the designer made some odd choices on their own or these issues are the product of executive meddling, I feel like Belle got shortchanged in almost all of her dresses; surely there are more coherent and consistent ways to set her apart from the crowd without making her stick out like a sore 21st-century-prom-dress thumb. Not to mention that kids LOVE elaborate poofy princess dresses--why take that away from them? So here’s a poofy sparkly damn Belle gown for those of us who missed it!
(”But MBB,” you may say; “Your dress is no better! Its lack of sleeves is an egregious anachronism for the rococo period and her bare arms offend mine sensibilities!” To which I say “GUESS WHAT TURDBAGS IT COMES WITH SLEEVES TOO”)
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/end rant
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