#it's not bad exactly just incorrect so it bugs me

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Redacted Incorrect Quotes

Redacted Masterlist

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Baabe: seductively takes off glasses Wow, you're… blurry.

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Angel: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it. Angel: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

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David: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Baabe: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier.

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Angel: My favorite outdoor activity is going back inside.

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Asher: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves.

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Sweetheart: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.

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Angel: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

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Angel, on the phone: So no head? Angel: Throws phone and breaks skateboard

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at the supermarket Angel: All right, the last item on the list is "virgin oil." Angel: Angel: Wow. Imagine being an item and still being called a virgin. David: Please stop

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David: Plants are basically the ideal friends. They are quiet, friendly, and easy to please. All they need is a little water and fresh earth, and they are perfectly happy to lie there all day in the sun. And they don’t make increasingly awful life choices, or hide their relationships. They have never, as far as I know, fucked a bee.

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Sweetheart: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.

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David: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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Baabe, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

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Asher is ordering a cake over the phone Shop Employee: …and what would you like your cake to say? Asher, covering the phone to look at the others: Do we want a talking cake?

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Sweetheart: I am literally evil incarnate. Sweetheart: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. Sweetheart: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

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Milo: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.

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David: The path to inner peace begins with four words… not my fucking problem.

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Angel: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died. Angel: I will not yield.

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Sweetheart: I don’t need to touch grass, I need the fall of capitalism.

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David: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

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Baabe: I'm yet to properly begin my history notes BUT!!!! I got 100 Baabe-percent on a quiz about european countries so who's the REAL winner here.

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Darlin: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

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Milo: trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark Milo: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?" Associate: Well, I- Milo: How about "You banged my mom?" Associate: No… Milo: You know what, I'll just get a blank one. Milo: writes You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

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Darlin: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

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Baabe: My dad has a spiked collar. Baabe: *dog

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Asher: I know what a prism is! It's where you put bad people.

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Angel: Two bros! Angel: Chillin' in a hot tub! Angel: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted incorrect quotes #redacted shaw pack #redacted darlin #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted sam #redacted asher #redacted baabe #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart

[tgirljoker]

i hate commenting on these short lived discourses because ultimately everyone feeling the need to add their own two cents is exactly what causes these discussions to so quickly and widely perpetuate, and by engaging with the discourse in any capacity im only serving to stoke the flames but with all that said; the homestuck discourse happening rn is so pointless.

homestuck is a 15 year old webcomic with racist, ableist, and homophobic elements, unjustified but explained by virtue of being a story about the internet in the late 2000s written primarily by someone who was familiar with online culture in that era. people who deny any bigoted aspects of the comic are just flat out incorrect, and are being either intellectually dishonest and/or lazy. however i do think its also intellectually dishonest and lazy to suggest that out of all 8000 pages, 1.2 million words, and 7 years of production, homestuck should be defined solely by its bigoted aspects and has no real analytical merit.

and yes that one girl claiming that people jokingly threatening homestuck fans is transmisogyny is obviously wrong but shes exactly that… obviously wrong, and by parading her bad takes youre only giving her more traction and prolonging discourse that doesnt seem to have any real end goal? just take a step back for a second. this all started because a poll on tumblr pitted a 2009 webcomic against a 1983 newspaper comic strip, a handful of people jokingly threatened fans of said webcomic in general to complain that the votes were more or less equal, someone screenshots a few examples of this and cries transmisogyny, and now everyone feels the need to share their opinion on the webcomic and its critics/fans alike. what is the actual problem here and how is any of this productive to solving it?

i completely understand the need to be a hater and thats fine, but it does bug me when people try to hide their haterisms with a veneer of moral superiority.

#tldr this is literally a non issue why is it the biggest topic of the last couple days #that was rhetorical. #its because this is the internet and discourse gets engagement even if it neither aims to nor succesfully accomplishes anything

[wizardfrog69]

hi there! Saw that your request are open again and thought I'd give them a try!

Sigma, of course Where reader has the ability to reincarnate herself after she dies *is killed in this case* but it causes amnesia until something from the previous life triggers memories. (A great time for sigmas ability, just saying) If you would, listen to this song and whatever inspiration strikes you from this. Could be a story written exactly as the song plays out or a more loose interpretation. Qing Hua Ci - Jay Chou https://youtu.be/Z8Mqw0b9ADs

Dont feel rushed or obligated and have fun with it! :D

So fun fact about me, I actually don't speak Chinese (assuming it is Chinese cuz Google translate says it is) but luckily I have a friend who speaks Chinese whom I'm gonna force ask nicely to translate the song :) the song sounds really nice tho!

My friend did not want to translate the song and Google translate is talking about embryos.

The name (after being translated to Polish so probably incorrect) sounds very pretty (it translated the name to blue-white porcelain and in English it's just blue white which is confusing at this point)

Two people and two apps later and I'm only more confused with what the lyrics are supposed to be

So idk how the ability is supposed to work so I'm gonna make something up

'•.¸♡ amnesia ♡¸.•'

Sigma x gn!reader

Fluff

Enjoy!

You woke up in a bed, you had no idea who you were or what you were doing. There was a man with an interesting choice of hair colour and style sleeping in a chair by your side. You didn't know who this stranger was or what he was doing, you didn't seem to be in a hospital and he wasn't wearing doctor wear so he probably wasn't a doctor but then who was he?

It was night time but you weren't tired, you stood up to look around the place hoping you will see something or someone who can explain who you are or where you were. You were dressed in sleeping garments, were you just sleeping and the person was looking over you?

You walked around a bit until you heard a silent gasp coming from the room you awoke in. They must have awoken and realised you were gone. You walked over to the room to find the guy frantically looking for something or someone. 'You're awake! Oh I'm so happy you finally woke up! I've missed you.' He spoke as he ran up to give you a bug hug.

'Who are you?'

Those words seem to shatter the man's heart, but who was he? Luckily he didn't keep his identity a secret. With a sniff he said 'I'm Sigam, your fiancé, and you're y/n l/n, the love of my life.' He said with a smile, that did explain why he was sitting in the chair. 'You have an ability which will reincarnate you after you die but you get amnesia, your memories can be restored if someone triggers a memory. I have give people information with my ability but the person will faint. Do you want your memories restored?'

He explained further while bringing you to the bed once more. 'Were my memories any good to remember?' Sigma was a bit taken aback by your question. 'Everyone has good and bad memories.' His voice was so soft and sweet no wonder you were to be married. 'Alright, I want my memories back, what do you have to do?' You wanted to see what your life with hum was like and what it would lead to. 'Just lie down on the bed.' You did as told and felt his hand on yours before everything around you turned black once again.

You woke up the next morning, the same situation but this time you knew who you were and who Sigma was. With a smile on your face you woke Sigma up with a small kiss to let him know your memories were back

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

The song was very lovely (I listened to in on repeat while writing this).

I want to learn mandarin Chinese (along with other languages) and I even have a very useless ig guide to mandarin Chinese or something which I haven't looked at yet but maybe in a couple of years time I'll learn it.

Have a lovely day/night!

-with love, Az

#bsd #bsd x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #sigma #bungo stray dogs #sigma x you #sigma bsd #bungo stray dogs sigma #bungou stray dogs sigma

[vampire-fanboy]

Rock Trolls shouldn't of been the ones to want to "unite" everyone by making everyone the same as them

said this earlier on twitter but seems easier to say/explain on tumblr idk why anyway

on twitter i said:

"can i speak for a second and say I wish in the second movie it wasn't the rock trolls trying to make everyone the same? its exactly what punk irl isn't about (rock came from punk) idk, I feel it could've been more interesting too if it was a diff type"

(i think some of the things i said there was incorrect like rock coming from punk but who knows i get my timelines mixed up sometimes LOL if that is incorrect ignore i sowy) anyway

i was thinking abt that again bc i think its interesting and like... to talk about it more here like- hm... idk

(click read more or something if you're genuinely interested in this lol)

i wish in the second trolls movie that the rock trolls was not the ones to be trying to make everyone the same as them, i can't begin to describe that is the entire opposite of what "rock" really is, or at least the type of rock they was displaying is the opposite of what it is

they was leaning a bit into the "punk rock" typa vibe with them due to their designs and such, the music not so much but design wise they feel like they lean towards punk rock, and if thats the case we can assume that "rock" in the movie also encapsulates "punk"

so with that being said it bugs me just a tad bit, that rock of all of them was used to be the ones to be like "we want to make everyone like us! make everyone the same to unite us!" bc thats so far from what actual punk is, in fact the whole thing about punk is to go against authority and express ourselves (yk, our differences)

ik im probably nitpicking a bit but i grew up with a punk for a dad (as in he was literally around when punk was formed, 1970's) LOL, its been apart of my life it is apart of my life so i know a bit about punk culture and what they stand for

SO IDK at the end of the day i dont really care, its a kids movie and i can see by default why they chose rock out of their options to be such a role for the movie, but idk! it just makes me a wee tiny intsy bit :( as punk literally does not stand for uniformity, it fights against systems that wants us to all be the same, it fights for individualism

but w/e, punk has that "aesthetic" that makes it easy to be like "wow theyre intense" bc visually they can be intense LOL, they're also easy to paint as """the bad guys""" due to their aesthetic (big quotes around the bad guys as more near the end as we know barb wasnt really trying to be evil, nor in general are the rock trolls aggressive and/or evil inherently)

anyway to end this off i love barb and i love the rock trolls, theyre so awesome i wish we had more time to develop barb a little bit more felt like she didnt get the screentime she deserved imo, live laugh love barb i dont express my adoration for her enough

if i delete this sorry i got anxious i dont expect this to get attention but if it does (positive or negative) im going to delete it (i have bad social anxiety)

soz if you did find this interesting and i delete it blehh

#issak.txt #trolls #trolls dreamworks #rock trolls #barb #queen barb #anyway dont take this so seriously bc at the end of the day idgaf enough #its a kids movie with a REALLY good message about differences along with history and much more #and i loveee it <3 i love the second movie sm its REALLY good #dont think people give it enough credit sometimes honestly #but yeah just a very minor small nitpick of mine #at the end of the day i dont care that they chose rock trolls for that specific role #im just overly aware of punk and what it means to be punk #im going to delete this post if this gets too much attention btw i got bad social anxiety #and im not up to debating/discussing things tonight. im tired #k bai

[estellardreams]

Tachophobia Expanded Universe: Incorrect Quotes

Niko: Then either Sonic is a god or could kill god, and I do not care if there is a difference.

Camellia, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

Camellia, holding a toy lightsaber: I’m Darth Vader! Doctor Aster: I’m done with everyone’s bullshit.

Camellia: What do we think of Niko? *pause* Damien: *sighs* Nice pal. Kyle: I think they're gay.

Damien: No, I don't want to talk about physics! I don't know anything about the laws of physics because they are hard and boring. I simply would like them to behave in a way that is most convenient to ME and MY LIFE! Is that really asking too much? Kyle: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is! Damien: Well, guess what? Science is stupid bullshit!! Kyle: You take that back!!! Damien: No. Magic is awesome. Science blows. The end.

Damien: Is this gaslighting? Am I being gaslit? Doctor Aster: If I were gaslighting you, you’d never know it. Damien: Is THAT gaslighting? Doctor Aster: Shut up.

Damien: Hello, I'm Damien. I work at a shop now. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on it in case I forget it. Very helpful, as that does happen.

Damien, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast. Kyle: You're kinda ugly.

Camellia: Do you guys want to see a butterfly? Kyle: Ooh, yes please! Doctor Aster, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug! Camellia: It's not a bug though... Doctor Aster: ... Kyle: ... Doctor Aster: Well I still don't want to see. Kyle, realizing: Please don't throw- Camellia: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

Damien: Just wondering, did you get any sleep? Camellia: Did I get any... leap? Damien: What...?

Niko, gesturing to Doctor Aster: Camellia, look what you did! You made Mom upset! Damien: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry! Camellia: I’m sorry Mom... :( Doctor Aster, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

Kyle: Hi could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire? Damien: Microwave for 40 minutes. Camellia: WHY WERE YOU MICROWAVING A LEMON?! Damien: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells and I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges, but I didn’t own any pots… Niko: Did you burn an orange too? HOW?! Damien: Microwave for 40 minutes.

Kyle, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

Camellia: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Damien, used to Camellia being dumb: Sure... Camellia: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Damien: Okay? Camellia: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Damien: Camellia: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio- Damien: Jesus, that one is a little- Niko, interested: No, no, Camellia, keep going.

Kyle: *spits mouthful of blood onto floor* You’ve become far more powerful since we last crossed paths. Dentist: Please stop, there’s literally a sink right next to you.

Damien: What's that? Camellia: Chocolate. Damien: What's chocolate? Camellia: Candy. Do they not have candy where you're from? Damien: Yeah. Grapes, nuts. Camellia: No wonder you're so bitter.

Kyle: Don’t you have any dignity, Doctor Aster? Doctor Aster: Uh, no.

Niko: Hey Damien, do you have any hobbies? Damien: Swimming.. Niko: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to- Damien: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

Damien: I’m terrible at expressing myself. Doctor Aster: Don’t worry, actions speak louder than words! Damien: Yes, but my actions are also bad.

Kyle: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours! Camellia: Six? I only got three! Niko: You guys got sleep? Damien, comes stumbling out of their room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: What year is it??

Camellia: You’re insane! Doctor Aster: Sure I am, what’s your point?

(OH MY GOD WHEN I SAW THIS GENERATED I SCREAMED:)

Damien: Welcome to my room. As you can see, I've knocked over many chairs because I get so tilted at the towers. Kyle: Uh, this isn't really tilted. Or a tower. Damien: Well you see, it's a gamer pad. Not many girls come in here because I get friendzoned so frequently. But that's okay. Kyle: I'd like to be in the Friendzone! I like friends! Damien: It's not as pleasant as you think. They don't treat you like a friend. They treat you like an item. Sometimes I wish I could be more than just an accessory to these women; But unfortunately, as a gamer, I don't get respect. Kyle: I'm not a gamer! so maybe they'll respect me! Damien: That just makes you a beta cuck.

Niko: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob.

Camellia: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Doctor Aster: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Doctor Aster: What kinds of sounds annoy you? Camellia: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones? Doctor Aster, now interested: Lets say imaginary. Camellia: Spiders wearing flip flops.

#sonic au #sonic #tachophobia expanded universe #text post #incorrect quotes #Might add more to this idk

[captainnait]

~More Incorrect Quotes~

Guy, walking into Bob and Nate’s bedroom in the middle of the night: I had a bad dream. Bob: What was it about? Nate: No, don’t ask them that! Bob: Why not? Nate: Cause he’ll answer!

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Bob: *chokes on something* Buzz: Jeez, Bob, don't die on us. Bob: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!

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Nate: I just heard Schmitty call the dog a “fucking liar” because he barked like someone was at the door and no one was there.

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Schmitty: Hey guys, I’m making french toast sticks in the oven. I’m gonna take a quick nap, so wake me up in 5 minutes to flip them over. *5 minutes later* Bob: Schmitty it’s been 5 minutes, time to flip your sticks. Schmitty: snnnzzzz... Bob: SCHMITTY YOUR STICKS!

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Guy: I don't like bugs. Cookie, are you even listening to me? Cookie: I seem to have misplaced my ant farm. Guy, at Buzz: BUUUUUUUUUUUUUZZ!

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*The Squad is at Home Depot* Bob: *Fell in the cacti display while wandering around the garden section* Cookie: *Shitting in the display toilets* Guy: *Tokyo Drifting one of those flatbed carts down the aisles* Schmitty: *Stealing paint chips for aesthetic purposes* Nate: *Just wanted some goddamn lightbulbs and everyone ruined it* Buzz: *In the car, sleeping*

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Guy: *coughs blood* Cookie: Don't die, Guy! Guy: Don't tell me what to do!

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Guy: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why. Schmitty: Only if you also don't ask why. Schmitty: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag* Guy: ... Guy, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

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Guy: *eating a cinnamon roll* Nate: Cannibalism. Guy: *confused chewing noises*

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Cookie: Today at 7 am, Guy poured a Monster energy drink in his coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Buzz: I watched Guy brew his coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think he ascended into the astral realm. Schmitty: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

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Buzz: Why do you act like we’re three year olds? Schmitty, exasperated: WHY?!? Schmitty points at Cookie: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR! Schmitty points at Guy: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK! Schmitty points at Buzz: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND! Schmitty: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

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Bob, texting group chat: What flavour of ice cream do you guys want? I’m at the store so be quick! Schmitty: Moose Tracks is good! Guy: What the fuck is that!? Schmitty: *Gasp* How dare you insult moo- Guy: No. No no not that. What the hell. Why do you spell flavor like flavour. It’s like you have flavor but then this guy shows up and is like “Oui Oui Would you like chocolate flaVOUR or vanilla flaVOUR. Bob and Schmitty: what? Guy: I don’t get it why add the EXTRA u when it’s PERFECTLY FINE AS IT IS!? Bob: You done now? Guy: Yeah ok. Bob and Schmitty: ... Guy: ...Can I have the Mint Chocolate chip flavour?

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Bob: What do we say when making bread? Cookie, glumly: That's the dough rising. Bob: And what do we NOT say? Guy, sadly: That's the yeast fucking.

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Cookie: *shoves their hand in the slot of a toaster* Bob: … Cookie: …I get confused sometimes. Bob: Me too.

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Bob: My life is a mess. Buzz: Bob relax, go get a beer. Bob: I don’t want a beer. Buzz: Who said it was for you?

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Buzz: Hey Schmitty, check out this funny .GIF I found! Schmitty: It’s pronounced “jif”. Buzz: Huh? Schmitty: “Dot jif”, like the peanut butter. The creator said so. Buzz: That’s dumb, it’s Graphics Interchange Format. Schmitty: The P in .JPEG stands for “photographic”, but I bet you don’t say “J-pheg”. Buzz: “P” on its own isn’t pronounced like “F”, that’s totally different! Schmitty: It’s exactly the same! Buzz: Name one word that starts with “G” pronounced like “J”. Schmitty: Gentrification. Buzz: Shoot, should have thought of that. I was just in San Francisco. Schmitty: For your logic to be consistent, you’d have to say “skuh-bah” (scuba) or “lah-seer” (laser)! Buzz: Yeah? Well, you’d have to say “J-pej”! Buzz: …Wait, “laser” is an acronym? Schmitty: Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation. Buzz: Huh. Didn’t know that. Buzz: You’re still wrong, though. Schmitty: You just hate me because I’m right. Buzz: I just hate you in general. Schmitty: You mean in “geh-neral”? Buzz: Ugh, I’m “joing” to kill you!

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Nate: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight? Schmitty: Why? Nate: Guy fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours. Bob: Buzz doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he just throws salt at them and yells "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

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Cop: Can you describe the person who stabbed you? 

Nate: Lithe, spirited, outgoing, and not afraid to speak their mind. They were a raw sexual force and they knew it. They were a dandelion fluff on a summer day, gone in an instant, leaving you with nothing but a memory of their touch and the faint taste of strawberries on your lips. 

Cop: …Great, we have a motive, but we still need a description.

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Cookie: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without? Guy: Bob, probably.

1:21 pm, 4/23/2024

I swear these get better and better with each one 😭

(Especially the last one. Dear god. I just— 💥)

#ydkj headcanons #(still not sure if i should use the main tag or not so I'll continue going with the headcanons one hehe)

[chocodile]

Lmao just know I'm brainrotted and am mentally making both my Xatts Anthros but more animal aligned than anthro Xatts cause Xep is based on a hare in my mind so I wanna turn her into a gangly limbed uncanny hare freak (lovingly) with stupid big ears who just generally has major something is very very wrong with her vibes and probably delights in torture and maiming like a little freak and would growl at Hayden ears pinned back in aggression showing, sharp back teeth that definitely probably shouldnt be there if he looked at the rabbit Xatt anthro too long.

Meanwhile sweet bun Xatt is stuck with this terrifying lanky maniac and is just shaped smaller squishy and ever so soft and fluffy with such delicate gentle paws and a light step. And Xep just wants to dress her up and admire her prize. But also probably has something a bit wrong with her as well. What exactly idk but probably don't get caught snooping somewhere you shouldn't by her. Cause I like the oh a cute lil lady <3 - oh there's something wrong with her actually. Maybe magic idk like I like the idea of powers especially darker magic making her perhaps just as deadly as the maniac hare.

Cause both being Xatts they're both dangerous just in slightly different ways bun is a cutesy lure with the unexpected jaw while Xep is cunning and moreso hunts and I think that'd translate over making them both deadly in different ways. They probably have some sort of work deal pact, not sure what or why I like them being in a fucked up partnership cause dynamic. Bound by blood. I'm just so brain rotted and so normal about this XD with so many mental images of art I'll never make but oof I wanna. I just thought you had a right to know your hayden world stuff urg it consumes me I love thinking about it its so fun.

Also I just like uncanny Valley hare lanky wrong and unnerving paired with a small fluffy and trustworthy bunny rabbit. Like the brain is vibrating at mental imagery of that the opposites the cute correct adored and the terrifying incorrect feared, always kind of bound to the other inseparable almost. Idk I can't fully explain it but thoughts go BRRR

In regards to the designs, any proportions you wanna draw them with are totally fine! You can draw 'em anthro with human proportions and clothing, you can draw them quad, you can draw 'em like Bugs Bunny and anything in between. Xatts can come in many shapes and sizes! A long gangly uncanny one sounds cool.

Also, having something "wrong" with 'em and a slightly ominous streak is very much in character for Xatts...they tend to be a little odd and feral at the best of times--it's mostly a matter of what their individual "bad" percentage is and how good they are at controlling it.

Also, your description of your two as a tag team sounds very endearing! I'll keep that in mind when I do your Xatt sketches… (still planning that, just catching up on stuff and in a bit of a digital art slump at the moment)

In regards to Hyden's reaction, I can certainly say he'd be rather creeped out by a Xatt. Once the surprise wore off, though, he'd be fascinated by this strange, new, potentially magical creature… careful, Xep, don't let him get you on the dissection table!

In the current version of the Amaranthine story, Xatts aren't canonically present--they're more of a free-floating monster idea that could be plugged into any setting--but they were originally part of Amaranthine back in 2009.

In the original 2009-era backstory for Xatts, they were born from the Shadow. Given that Hyden was the one who released the Shadow upon the world in the first place, that would have made him their accidental "father", in a way.

The connection between the two isn't canon anymore, but just a fun little bit of trivia. :)

#apologies for the late response... I had this open in a tab but then my browser got closed and everything slipped my mind #wonder what else I may have forgotten... :I #xatts #xatt #mushroom-for-art #ask #anon #doodles #sketches #my ocs #hyden

[ryuzakemo128]

Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes

Characters Used: Eddie, Steve and Marianna (Female Reader)

Dividers Used: Link

Part one / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven

Masterlist

Steve: Marianna, Eddie, I’ve left a letter telling your guardians not to worry—

Marianna: They won’t.

Steve: That you’re safe—

Marianna: That’ll just depress them.

Steve: —and you’ll see them in a few weeks.

Eddie: Do we have to?

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Marianna: *looks at Eddie*

Marianna: Baby boy. Baby.

Marianna: *looks at Steve*

Marianna: Evil.

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Eddie, about Marianna: I could fix her, but honestly whatever the hell is wrong with her is way funnier.

Steve: That's what any god probably thinks about me.

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Marianna: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok?

Eddie: Okay.

*later*

Steve: Eddie! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.

Marianna, whispering: Deny everything.

Eddie, loudly: That isn't a chair.

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Marianna: Why is Eddie crying?

Steve: They saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Eddie: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Marianna: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Eddie: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Marianna: NO, NOT THAT!

Marianna: I have a bad feeling about this...

Eddie: What do you mean?

Marianna: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Eddie: No?

Steve: That actually explains so much.

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Marianna: Regular soda is too sweet!

Steve: Diet soda has a weird after taste!

Marianna: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY!

Steve: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda!

Marianna: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink!

Steve: I'm going to physically attack you.

Marianna: Which is better, Eddie?

Eddie: Oh, I usually drink water!

Steve: Wha- NO!

Marianna: DISGUSTING!

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Eddie: It was difficult, so you’ve just given up. You might fail, so why bother trying?

Marianna: Exactly.

Marianna, to Steve: I told you he'd understand.

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Eddie: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Steve...

Marianna: As you should be.

Eddie: No, for real, they're kind of-

Marianna: As. You. Should. Be.

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Steve: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not!

Eddie: Steve, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday.

Steve: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it!

Marianna: ...It was a bug.

Steve: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not!

Eddie: ...

Marianna: ...

Steve: Stop looking at me like that!

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Steve: HELP! I TOLD MARIANNA I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Eddie, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Steve: *cooking*

Eddie: *kicks down door*

Eddie: *grabs knife from Steve's hand*

Eddie: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?

Steve:

Steve: What.

Marianna: He's trying to tell you he wants to cook.

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Steve: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying?

Eddie: Damn, if people did that to each other, Marianna would've killed me years ago.

Marianna, smugly, after security arrives to escort Steve and Eddie out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out?

Steve, in defeat: Let’s go.

Eddie: Wait.

Steve: What?

Eddie: I’d kinda like to be carried out...

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Eddie: Marianna won’t come out of her room!

Steve: Just tell her I said something.

Eddie: Like what?

Steve: Anything factually incorrect.

Eddie, shrugging: If you say so.

Marianna, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

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Eddie: A sprite is anything not static.

Marianna: A sprite is a variable object, be it 2d or 3d.

Steve: A sprite is a fucking soda.

Steve: You god damn geekass bastards.

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Marianna: Some people are like slinkies.

Eddie: What?

Marianna: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.

Eddie:

Eddie: Please don't push Steve down the stairs.

Marianna, pushing Steve down the stairs: Too late.

Marianna: Want to hear a hard riddle?

Steve: Sure.

Marianna: A rooster laid an egg on a roof. Which way did it roll?

Steve: ...down?

Marianna: N-

Eddie: Who cares about which way it rolled, it would be scrambled eggs by then.

Marianna:

Marianna: No, it's that roosters don't lay eggs... Jesus Christ...

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Eddie: But who gets which pencil?

Marianna: Since they're my things, I get the good one, Steve gets the broken one and you don't get one because fuck you.

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Steve: If I were a drink, I'd be Cherry Vanilla Coke. If you were a drink, what would you be?

Eddie: Bleach.

Marianna: Sewage.

Steve: ...Please calm down, edge lords.

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Marianna: Eddie has no survival skills, the need to win has replaced him.

Steve: That can't be true!

Marianna: Watch this.

Marianna: Hey Eddie, race you to the bottom of the stairs!

Eddie: *Throws himself out a window*

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Steve, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan??

Steve: Wait. I the fuck used this pan…

Eddie: It was you the fuck.

Steve: It was I the fuck…

Marianna: Who cooks rice in a pan?

Eddie: Him the fuck.

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Steve: Why does Marianna always do the laundry so loudly?

Eddie: So everyone knows that no one helps her out in the house.

Marianna, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

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Marianna: Eddie gave me a get better soon card.

Steve: That's sweet!

Marianna: I wasn't sick, he just thinks I can do better.

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Steve: I think I did fairly well on my anatomy quiz! :)

Eddie: I forgot I was doing a test.

Steve: Eddie.

Eddie: I said the vertebrae was the back stick because I thought it was funny....

Marianna: Eddie.

Steve: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Eddie: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.

Marianna: Self care is stealing someone's birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Eddie: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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Steve: I am strong! I beat Eddie at arm wrestling!

Marianna: Anyone can beat Eddie at arm wrestling!

Eddie: Hey-

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Eddie: Marianna’s gonna kill me.

Steve: No, She'll probably make me do it.

Marianna: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

Eddie: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Steve: Fuck you.

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Marianna, watching Eddie do something stupid: Steve, you're officially only the second highest risk here.

Steve: Hell yeah! I'm gonna—

Marianna: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

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*Something crashes*

Eddie: Shoot-

Steve: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?!

Marianna: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

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Eddie: You bought a taco?

Marianna: Yes.

Eddie: From the same truck that hit Steve?!

Marianna, with a mouthful of taco: Well, me starving ain't gonna help him.

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Marianna: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve.

Steve: I think you mean cards.

Eddie: She did not.

Marianna, pulling out knives: I did not.

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Steve: What’s it like being tall?

Steve: Is it nice?

Steve: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Marianna: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Eddie: It was one time!

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Steve: How did you even get in here?

Eddie: Marianna's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Eddie's door"!

Marianna: I’m closing the window.

#Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #Female Reader #Female Reader Insert #Eddie Munson x Female Reader #Steve Harrington x Female Reader #Eddie Munson x Female Reader x Steve Harrington

[valefars-ghoul-outback]

Did some Nerdluck/Monstar incorrect quotes

This is gonna be a train wreck, but fuck it! We ball!

Pound: Tell them to eat shit, Bang.

Bang: Tell them yourself.

Pound: Eat shit, asshole. Fall off your horse.

…

Bupkus: Would you like something to drink? *it opens the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Pound: Spiders?

Bupkus: Spiders it is then.

Pound: No, that wasn’t-

*But it was already pouring her a brimming glass of spiders…*

…

Pound: I’m telling you, my team is competent.

Nawt, rushing in: Pound! Blanko tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now everything's broken!

…

Pound: They... Well, I wouldn't call it inheritance per se. What do you call it when you kill someone and get their stuff?

Bang: Um, murder???

Nawt: Adventuring!

Bupkus: Tuesday.

…

Blanko: How would you like your coffee?

Bang: As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Blanko, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

…

Blanko: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Bupkus: We're chopsticks!

Blanko: Well... that's cute!

Blanko: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

Pound: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

…

Blanko: I am an expert at identifying birds.

Nawt: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?

Blanko: Yeah, they're all birds.

…

Nawt: When life gives you lemonades, make lemons! Life will be all like "whaAttT?"

Pound: Life lessons that schools can't teach you.

…

Bupkus: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.

Pound: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.

Bupkus: Not when you’re playing with Nawt, it’s not. She put words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

…

Bugs, pretending to be a priest: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...

Bang: I just wanna fucking marry Nawt!!

…

*At a bank teller window*

Bupkus, in a bad Italian accent: I'd like-a to make-a deposit!

Mr Swackhammer: HEY BUDDY, WAIT, I REMEMBER YOU!

Bupkus: *Frantically pours marinara sauce into the vacuum tube*

Mr Swackhammer: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, IT'S IT AGAIN!

…

Nawt: Your future self is talking shit about you right now.

Blanko: Jokes on them. I'll ruin their fucking life.

…

Bupkus: Are we tall enough to play basketball though?

Pound: Are you calling us short?

Bupkus: I'm calling us vertically challenged.

…

(How Pound came out)

Pound: Count me in!

Bupkus: Who the hell are you?!

Pound: Oh, you know my sibling. He worked at the in-park restaurant.

Bupkus: Oh yeah, Zilch! How's he been doing?

Pound: Oh yeah, not too good. He's been dead for the past month.

Bang: What the hell, and he didn't tell us?

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Blanko: The greatest trick the devil ever played was getting me banned from an all you can eat pizza buffet.

Bang: Why’d you get banned?

Blanko: Touched the rat.

Bang: … What rat?

Blanko: Chunky Cheese.

…

Bang, Entering Pound's room: Nawt did it again.

Pound: Peace disturbance?

Bang: What no-

Pound: Arson..?

Bang: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY-

Pound: uh....Attempted murder?

Bang: NO, SHE ATE ALL THE GOOD ICE CREAM, WHAT THE FU-

…

Bang: Yeah, I don’t like people.

Blanko: Oh, well now that’s not fair Bang. Have you met all of them?

Bang: I’ve met enough of them. People. What a bunch of bastards!

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Nawt: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship.

Blanko: We’re not friends.

Nawt, holding an axe: Then we’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.

…

Bupkus: Hey guys! I drew everyone's soul!

Bang: Why is Nawt's a monster?

Pound: Bupkus, you forgot Bang's, there's only an empty space.

Bupkus, proudly: Exactly!

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Blanko: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella?

Pound: Don't ever speak to me again.

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Bupkus: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Nawt: I mean, not if they consent to it.

Pound: Depends on who you're stabbing.

Blanko: YES??!!?

…

Bang: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

…

Blanko: I hate to tell you this, but one of you was adopted.

Pound & Nawt:

Pound: Only one?

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Blanko: I’ve made a spreadsheet of all the crime in Brooklyn.

Blanko: There’s so much crime in New York, no one should live here.

…

Bupkus, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Nawt: Gray.

Pound: Grey.

Bupkus, turning to Blanko: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Blanko: …Dark white.

…

Bang, making a cup of tea: Yeah, get into that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce.

Pound: Hey, do you take constructive criticism?

Bang: I absolutely fucking do not.

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Pound: Want to hear a hard riddle?

Bupkus: Sure.

Pound: A rooster laid an egg on a roof. Which way did it roll?

Bupkus: ...down?

Pound: N-

Blanko: Who cares about which way it rolled, it would be scrambled eggs by then.

Pound:

Pound: No, it's that roosters don't lay eggs... Jesus Christ…

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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry four people on a single motorcycle.

Pound, with Blanko, Bupkus, and Bang behind her: Wait, what do you mean FOUR?!

Police: Yes…four.

Bang: Oh, my God, no, this is bad, this is so bad!

Police: Wha-

Bupkus: NAWT FUCKING FELL OFF!

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Pound: Where are your parents?

Bang: What are parents?

Pound: That’s just about the saddest thing I ever heard get said.

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Bupkus: Ah yes, the joy of hanging out with Nawt. You look away for 5 seconds to make sure something is set up correctly, and he bites the tip of a marker off.

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Pound: Could you be anymore annoying?

Blanko: Yes.

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Nawt: Pound and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.

Pound: I'm sorry, We what?

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*Everyone is playing a board game together*

Blanko: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

Bupkus: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Bang: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.

Nawt: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC'.

Pound: *flips the board*

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Bupkus: Blanko is not allowed to violate the dress code, even on 'casual' Fridays.

Bupkus: No matter how many times you say please, Blanko. They won't put any of the hats you've been asking about into the dress code.

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Bang: Ask me anything. Go ahead, I'll give you a straight answer.

Nawt: Why are we so awesome?

Bang: That's the best fucking question anybody's ever asked.

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Blanko: Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time?

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Pound: The best person I know is myself.

…

Blanko: Hey Pound?

Pound: Yeah?

Blanko: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?

Pound:

Pound: ...What.

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Bupkus: I'm against crime, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

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Nawt: Why aren’t you sleeping?

Bang: I’m too busy plotting murder to sleep, Nawt.

Nawt:

Bang: ...The nightmares.

Nawt: *wrapping her arms around Bang* Awwww, sweetie-

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Bang, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

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Blanko: That’s the longest worm I’ve ever seen.

Bang: That’s a snake.

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Blanko: Is the pink panther a lion?

Bupkus: Say that again but slower.

Blanko: I don’t get it.

Bupkus: He’s a PANTHER.

Blanko: Is that a type of lion?

Bupkus: No, it’s a fucking panther.

Blanko: *googles panther* They aren’t pink?

Bupkus: AND LIONS ARE?!

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Pound: Nawt, If the thought of something makes you giggle for longer than 15 seconds, you're not allowed to do it.

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Bupkus: How petty can you get?

Pound: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

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Bang: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

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Bupkus: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.

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Nawt: You don't think I can fight because of my height!

Bupkus: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Pound could fight in that dress either.

Pound: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

…

Bupkus: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked*

Bang: What did you do?!

Bupkus: NOBODY DIED!

Bang: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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Blanko: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier.

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Pound: I am your king, long may I reign!

Bang: Well I didn’t vote for you!

Pound: You don’t vote for kings.

Bang: Well how’d you become king then?

Pound: Bupkus of the Lake, its arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Pound, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king.

Bang: …Listen. Strange people lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

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Pound: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you.

Blanko: This is a sports-related injury. It makes me look cool!

Pound: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the locker room is not cool.

…

Pound: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes.

Nawt: Wow, I've gotta hear this.

Pound: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share.

Nawt: You forgot about pride.

Pound: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

…

Bupkus: How did you even get in here?

Nawt: Pound's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Nawt's door"!

Pound: I'm closing the window.

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Nawt: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL-

Blanko: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!

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Pound: Bang is forbidden from monologuing.

…

Pound: I still don’t have a New Year’s resolution.

Bang: You could lose a few pounds.

Nawt: You could be less lazy.

Blanko: Don’t be such a bitch.

Pound: Okay DAMN, SHIT.

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Pound: I have locked Mr Swackhammer in a cage designed by his own art. Oh, he has been well and truly hoisted by his own petard.

Bupkus: Could you put it another way? I didn’t understand a word of that.

Pound: I’m blackmailing him.

Bupkus: Oh, happy days!

…

Bang: Do you love Bupkus?

Pound: Yeah, I do.

Bang: Blanko! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!

Blanko: We all love Bupkus. You should've asked if she was IN love with it.

Pound: I thought that was implied.

Blanko: ...

Bang: ...

Pound, looking straight at Blanko: Congrats Bang, you just won 100 bucks.

…

Pound: I printed up a bunch of fake safety inspection certificates. Go slap one on anything that looks like a lawsuit.

Bang: Pound, is that legal?

Pound: When the cops aren’t around, anything’s legal!

…

*Nawt drunkenly wanders around the house and Bang is drunkenly giggling*

Pound, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the world, Bupkus.

Bupkus, going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

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Bang: Let’s write Pound a friendly note, shall we? Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass…

…

Pound: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

…

Bupkus: I’m terrible at expressing myself.

Nawt: Don’t worry, actions speak louder than words!

Bupkus: Yes, but my actions are also bad.

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Blanko: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag.

Pound: Way to just fuck me up on a Tuesday.

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Bupkus: Are pigeons drones?

Bang: What? No, I'm trying to sleep.

Bupkus: Think about it. How come you've never seen a baby pigeon? And why do you never actually see a pigeon nest? Because they're DRONES!

Bang: *Crying* Please let me sleep…

…

Blanko, near tears: Please, Bang, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

…

Bupkus: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff.

Bang: Oh, that was all real.

Bupkus: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?!

Bang: If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right.

…

Pound: That was a joke. Say ha.

Blanko: Ha.

Pound: Now do it again.

Blanko: Ha.

Pound: Congratulations, you are officially the life of the party.

…

Blanko: Yo! I heard you like reptiles, got any fun facts?

Bang: If a crocodile eats your dad, they become your new dad.

…

Bupkus: Happy Throwback Thursday! Here’s a throwback to when Nawt ate an entire tube of my lipstick.

Nawt, whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?!

…

Bupkus: What’s your favorite color?

Pound: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something mature.

Bupkus: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?

Pound: …My favorite color is green.

…

Bupkus: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.

#incorrect quotes #Nerdlucks #space jam #Pound #Bang #Nawt #Bupkus #Blanko #Pound x Bupkus #Nawt x Bang

[painted-piggy-ships-archive]

Hotel California

Wade Wilson x Keaton Clownlord

Word Count: 1153

Tag List: @canongf @ghostlyvenus-selfships @sweettoothselfships @captainscyarika

Summary: X-Force has to stay in a hotel in California for a mission, just some interactions between Wade and my self insert tbh.

Warnings: Killing/torture mentions, suggestive material but nothing incredibly spicy (comments & a make-out scene), bed bugs mention (Not sure if that would count as an unsanitary mention?? There are no actual bed bugs in the fic but Wade checks just in case.)

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, please consider reblogging or leaving a nice comment!

Wade inhaled exaggeratedly as the X-Force entered their California hotel, stretching out his arms to take it all in.

“I love the smell of ocean and lotion in the morning,” he grinned under his sunglasses and a baseball cap that simply had the word “Fork” on it in comic sans.

“That makes two of us, hey-oh,” Keaton chimed in, bumping his shoulder against his husband’s.

“Try not to draw too much attention to yourselves, we are here for a reason,” Cable reminded the couple gruffly, “this isn’t some honeymoon suck-and-fuck just for you two.”

“Don’t you think that’ll be a little hard with pizza-face over here?” Keaton responded.

“Hey!”

“I was referring to myself, relax,”

“Awh, babe, your acne’s not that bad…”

Wade touched Keaton’s cheek in a disgustingly tender manner while he continued, “and besides, you take these things far too seriously, surely it’s doing incredulous things for your health. We’re here to free some enslaved mutants and blow some brains, it’s a storyline we’ve played out before, honestly I’m getting tired of it. When do I get to torture some cops for once?!”

Cable rolled his eyes (eye?) but decided it was better not to respond, and was saved from even needing to by Piotr handing everyone their room keys.

“Our bags should already be in our rooms,” he informed the team.

“Good work, shiny.” Wade lightly pat Piotr’s arm before the members went their separate ways. While all the rooms were on the same floor, they opted to spread out to seem less suspicious, though Keaton’s comment wasn’t exactly incorrect; how were they to ever blend in when they had the self-proclaimed sentient tumor and a Big Metal Guy in their entourage?

“How’re you feeling? Jetlag kicking your ass yet?” Wade asked in the elevator, lowering his sunglasses to get a proper look at his husband.

“I’m sure it will. I think it’s having a cockfight with my adrenaline right now, though,” Keaton laughed, “you know how I love to travel.”

Wade nodded, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and kissing his husband’s cheek, though it was more like mostly him smooshing his own cheek and nose against Keaton’s soft and rosy skin.

“That’s what makes this job so good for you.”

“Yeah, probably the only thing. It certainly isn’t good for my heart.”

“You knew that was a risk when you started dating me.”

Keaton sighed, turning to take Wade’s face in his hands. “It’s worth it, for all this.”

Wade smiled shyly, a blush creeping over his craggy skin as he raised his hands to meet his.

When they reached their room, the first thing the couple noticed was the fact it had two beds instead of one.

“Those fuckers are trying to cockblock me!” Wade exclaimed dramatically, making Keaton snort.

“We can just push the beds together but wait,” Keaton grabbed his husband by the belt loops of his khaki cargo shorts to keep him from immediately leaping onto one of the beds like a sugar-high child. “I know this place is high class but we should check for bed bugs.”

“Right, right…”

“Good. You can do that while I check out the view,” Keaton grinned and playfully swatted at his husband’s rear before heading for the balcony.

“No fair, why do I have to do the heavy lifting?!”

“Because you have the muscles!”

“You’re a shapeshifter- oh forget it,” Wade trailed off into a chuckle, setting to checking the sheets and mattresses for signs of unwanted critters while Keaton parted the glass doors to the room’s balcony.

He sighed contentedly as he leaned on the railing, looking out at the sea not far beyond before closing his eyes as a slight breeze caressed his face.

“We are officially bug-free,” Wade announced as he approached, his hat and sunglasses discarded inside.

“Good.”

“Well… what do you think?”

Keaton looked from the horizon to his husband, smirking. “It’s no Oslo, but I can make it work for, well, work.”

“Of course it’s not Oslo, fuck, do you think there’s anywhere in the states that’s as scenic as Oslo??? As the whole of Norway???”

“I like Colorado’s views.”

Wade briefly chewed on his lip, savoring a memory as he responded in a husky tone, “I liked Colorado’s views, too.~”

The two devolved into knowing giggles before Wade took Keaton’s hands to make him face him.

“Kiss kiss,” Wade hummed, puckering his lips.

“Kiss kiss,” Keaton responded before standing on tip-toe to connect his chapped lips with his husband’s. It of course got out of hand quickly, their mouths open and breaths hot and labored, Keaton’s back uncomfortably pressed against the metal railing of the balcony but his mind too focused on Wade to care. Keaton’s fingers found Wade’s wedding ring, tracing it in a memorized manner as Wade moved his mouth down to his neck, drawing soft sounds out of him as lips and teeth collided with pale flesh.

“You left your door open,” Weasel’s familiar voice broke the spell just as Wade bit down hard enough to make his husband groan, eyes closed and head lolling back.

“Weasel, you motherfucker-!” Wade snapped, turning on his heel, “can’t you see we’re trying to have an intimate moment?!”

“We just landed barely an hour and a half ago. Chill out. And nobody wants to see a rotten tomato fucking a marshmallow on a balcony, er, no offense, Keats.”

“Full offense,” Keaton responded, deadpan and not really meaning anything, “just because we’re married doesn’t mean the sexual escapades stop, my dear rodent. Your virgin eyes and ears should just be happy we haven’t tried to join the mile-high club yet.”

The man sighed, trying not to make eye contact with either of his, begrudgingly, friends. “Yeah, whatever…”

“Begone, pervert!” Wade concluded before shooing his friend away from the door and closing it. As soon as the couple made eye contact they burst into more giggling.

“He really should be used to this by now,” Keaton sighed, cheeks flushed.

“I think the only person who has and will ever get used to it is you, pumpkin, Hell, I can’t believe we’ve kept it together this long… I mean, I’ve woken up every day since the wedding, stared at that ring and thought, ‘shit… I’m married to someone who really gets me. I didn’t even think that was possible. A rare score for Wade Wilson.’ Then I usually visualize some confetti, y’know, for added effect. Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“Because I love it when you smile like a doof when you ramble.”

“I’m not smiling! You’re smiling!” Wade attempted to make himself frown but found it nearly impossible, especially when his stomach began to growl. “Sounds like the black hole tank is empty again.”

“Let’s go see what there is to eat around here,” Keaton grabbed his husband’s hat and placed it on his head before kissing his nose, “stud.~”

#piggy writes #self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert x canon #marvel self ship #💣Bulletproof Boys💣

[luna-the-shark4254]

Incorrect quote time :3

Notes: Lucky is a Lust Demon trying to seduce and murder 049 and 035. 035 is Bisexual in my AU.

035: Who hurt you? Kiki: *snorting* What, do you want a list? 035: ...Yes, actually.

Catgurl: Didn't you die?! 049: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change

Kiki: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ Andy: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

Catgurl: I made tea. 049: I don't want tea. Catgurl: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea. 049: Then why did you tell me? Catgurl: It's a conversation starter. 049: It's a horrible conversation starter. Catgurl: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

Andy: 049 is late again. Kiki: How did this happen? I called them at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11. 035: I printed up a fake schedule for them saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon. Catgurl: I set their clock to say PM when it’s really AM. Andy: Oh boy. We may have overdone it. *049 bursts through the door* 049: WHAT TIME IS IT?

Kiki: Dearly Beloved, we are here today to remember 035, taken from us in the prime of life; when they were crushed by a runaway semi, driven by the Incredible Hulk. 035: Aww, you knew my favorite cause of death.

049: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it? Andy: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?” Kiki, scoffing: Oh, please. Andy, to Kiki: Hey, how you doin’? Kiki: Kiki: *giggles and blushes*

Kiki: Breathe, just breathe. Andy: I’ve done nothing with my life! I’m a failure! 049:: Awww, that never bothered you before.

049: Oh god, they texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Andy. They're mad at you. Andy: No, it's Catgurl. They're just being gramatically correct! *meanwhile* Catgurl: And then I used a period so they'd know that I'm mad at them. 035: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'. Catgurl: I stand by my choice.

Kiki: *eating a cinnamon roll* 049: Cannibalism. Kiki: *confused chewing noises*

035: I think I'm falling for you. Kiki: Then get up.

Kiki: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.." 035: I saw you. Kiki: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of 049 in a turkey costume.

Catgurl: I can never give Kiki shit because I’m jealous of them. They look at their life and say, “Sweet! This is perfect!” Catgurl: I look at my life and say, “Welp. Time to get drunk.”

Kiki, having recently lost their glasses: KILL THE BUG!!! 049: ....That’s 682—

035: How would you like your coffee? Kiki: As dark as my soul. 035: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

035: Hey, Andy? Can I get some dating advice? Andy: Just because I'm with Kiki doesn't mean I know how I did it.

035: I'm going to fight the next person who insults Kiki. Kiki: I hate myself. 035: Alright, square up.

035: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you... Kiki: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

Andy: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out 035's birthday invitations. Catgurl: Well, what are they supposed to say? Andy: "035's birthday". Catgurl: So, what do they say instead? Andy: "035’s bi". Catgurl: Catgurl: Works out either way.

035: I owe you one. Lucky: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

035: Don’t you have any dignity, Lucky? Lucky: Uh, no.

Andy: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?? 035: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔 Catgurl: Why were you microwaving a lemon??? 035: I read boiling lemons helps cover up up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots. Lucky: Did you burn an orange too? How??? 035: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

Lucky: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck!

035: I don't like bugs. Lucky, are you even listening to me? Lucky: I seem to have misplaced my ant farm. 035, at Catgurl: MOOOOOM!

049: *angrily presses Lucky against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Lucky: ... Lucky: Are we about to kiss-

Lucky: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Catgurl’* Kiki: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

049: Lucky is a strings kid. We must sacrifice them to the band gods. Catgurl: Yes. Kiki: You're right. It'd be a good initiation for me. Lucky: Wait, guys, what about the truce we signed- Catgurl: What truce? 049: *sigh* The truce that we must destroy all the choir kids and leave the strings alone. 035: Wait, I'm a choir kid! Everyone else: *prepares for sacrifice*

Catgurl: Lucky and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. 049: What did you do? Catgurl: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- Lucky: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

Kiki: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures. 049: What the fuck? 035: They’re having an vision.

Lucky: It'll be fun. Lucky: We'll make a day of it. Lucky: Come on you punk bitch. 035: I can't believe I have to say this. 035: I don't have time to get tested for sti's with you tomorrow.

049: Lucky, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life? Lucky: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.

Lucky: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Kiki: ...My man Catgurl just killed a goldfish. Catgurl: *licking their lips* Yup. Delicious.

049: Ooh, somebody has a crush A random male mft: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Lucky I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* A random male mft, very much awake: Uh oh.

035: That was so hot, Kiki. Kiki: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. 035: I'm so in love with you.

Catgurl, watching 035 and Andy fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt? 049, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other. Catgurl: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three? 035: 049. Andy: 049. 049: Me.

Lucky: honk. 049: WHAT. Lucky: HONK. 049: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

035: What do we think of 049? *pause* Catgurl: *sighs* Nice pal. Lucky, entering the room, bloody with a scalpel in her eye: I think they're gay.

Catgurl: I saw you fall, saw the sinners lay on your corpses... Lucky: Hey, what’s up with Catgurl? Catgurl: I created you, made the pieces perfect, others marveled at your beauty… their gazes may have held envy, though, for none are perfect but you. I was only looking away for a moment, but you were gone. I had failed you. And I fell into despair. The only way to save myself was to create, but I knew… this time I knew I was only making you to die. And I apologize. For I will undoubtedly fail you again. For a short time, there will be peace and beauty, but none in the face of us shall lay undisturbed. The greatest have fallen, and will continue to fall, and I weep for you for being born unto this place, where brother eats brother, and the undeserving rise to fame. Those that have gone against you know they’ve wronged you, and they will stand before the creator, knowing they have sinned. Do not worry, little ones, you will be avenged. 049: ...They made some rock towers and went somewhere else for twenty minutes and when they came back the rock towers were destroyed and people were sitting where the towers once were, so they were sad and made more rock towers. 049, to Catgurl: Hey, who even is the creator? I thought you were an atheist! Catgurl: SHUT THE HELL UP, 049! I’M TRYING TO BE DRAMATIC AND MYSTERIOUS!

Lucky: Hah! 69! you know what that means? Kiki: What? 049: That you're a child. Catgurl, mimicking 049'a voice: HOW YOU GUESS MY IQ?!?

Lucky: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation. Catgurl: So you're just gonna wait until 049 is in danger and save them? Lucky: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them. Catgurl: ... Catgurl: You're insane.

IRL Me: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to find a way to murder 049

Lucky: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes. 035: Wow, I've gotta hear this. Lucky: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share. 035: You forgot pride. Lucky: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

#scp 035 #scp 049 #scp incorrect quotes #oc incorrect quotes

[willsjuice]

INCORRECT ST4 QUOTES FROM THIS FUCKING WEBSITE LETS GO

STEDDIE:

eddie: What should I do?  steve: *holds out hand* May I suggest dinner with a friend?  eddie: Well, none of my friends are available, so I guess I'll have to go with you.

steve: You look good in that hoodie.  eddie: You know where else I'd look good?  steve, zero hesitation: My bed.  eddie, at the same time: By you're side- wait, what?

steve: So what are your political beliefs?  eddie, awkwardly trying to impress them: Well, I think Pikachu would be a lot more powerful if he had a gun.

eddie: *pulls back the curtain while steve is showering*  eddie: Hey did we - stop screaming it’s me - did we run out of Cheerios?

eddie, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea?  steve: Tea.  eddie: Wrong. It's coffee.

eddie: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby?  eddie: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us.  eddie: I also want to softhack his circuits.  steve: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again.

eddie: Change is inedible.  steve: Don’t you mean inevitable?  eddie, spitting out a bunch of pennies: No, I really didn’t.

steve, near tears: Please, eddie, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

eddie: *slams books down in front of steve*  eddie: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.  steve: You could of said literally anything else.  eddie: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.  steve: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now

eddie: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.  steve: Those are wanted posters!

steve: How would you like your coffee?  eddie: As dark and as bitter as my soul.  steve, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

steve: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it.  eddie: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

FRUITY FOUR TIME<33

robin : Your smile? It makes my day.  nancy: Your happiness? I live for that.  eddie: A room? Get one.  steve: Hotel? Trivago.

nancy: Count me in!  steve: Who the hell are you?!  nancy: Oh, you know my sibling! They worked at Wendy's.  steve: Oh yeah, eddie! How are they doing?  nancy: Oh yeah, not too good. They've been dead for the past month.  robin : What the hell, they didn't tell us!

steve: Everyone synchronise your watches.  eddie: I don't know how to do that.  nancy: I don't wear a watch.  robin : Time is a construct.

eddie: I love you.  steve: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.  *eddie and steve kiss passionately*  nancy, to robin : You owe me 20 dollars.

robin : Hah! 69! you know what that means?  nancy: What?  steve: That you're a child.  eddie: HOW YOU GUESS MY IQ?!?

eddie: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire??  robin : Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔  nancy: Why were you microwaving a lemon???  robin : I read boiling lemons helps cover up up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots.  steve: Did you burn an orange too? How???  robin : Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

steve: *falls down the stairs*  nancy: Are you okay?  eddie: Stop falling down the stairs!  robin : How’d the ground taste?

robin : Hey, I say we go down there, kick nancy’s door in, and let them know that we’re in town.  steve: That ain’t the way we do things here. We may have to go in there and run a con, drop a bug, do the smooth talking.  robin : Okay, you come with me, you do the smooth talking, let’s go.  steve: No, we just can’t go in there and kick down nancy’s door. We need a plan.  robin : Well who makes the plans?  steve: eddie.  robin : eddie, what's the plan?  eddie:You guys are gonna go down there, kick nancy’s door in, let them know you’re in town.

steve: Are you laughing at that video of eddie and nancy fighting?  robin : No.  robin : I'm laughing at the comments.

robin : LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS!  eddie: And here we have a capitalist.  steve: Did you just-  nancy: Let us all take a moment to appreciate that all of human history, human language, and the universe itself aligned to make this joke possible.

nancy: Wake me up-  robin : Before you go go  steve: When September ends  eddie: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

*The squad is playing a team sport*  steve: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as eddie?  robin : Have you ever played a game with eddie?  steve: No…  robin: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine?  *Meanwhile, on the other side of the field*  eddie, chasing nancy: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

steve: Die.  robin : Please don't die!  steve: DIE!  robin : PLEASE DON'T DIE!  eddie, confused: Why are they yelling at a plant?  nancy, watching while eating popcorn: They bought it together and robin wants steve to accept it as their kid.

eddie: *tapping fingers on table*  robin : *taps fingers back furiously*  steve: …What’s going on?  nancy: Morse code. They’re talking.  eddie: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -  robin : *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

robin: We need a way to lure in new customers?  nancy: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!  eddie: steve bath water.  steve : ABSOLUTELY NOT!

steve: I just found out from robin today that when eddie died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, nancy said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

steve: What do you want then?  eddie: Er… something work related.  steve: What department is this?  eddie: Sorry?  steve: Well, if it’s work related you’d obviously know what department this is. What department is this?  eddie: *looks at nancy and robin * Some sort of homosexual department?

*Everyone is playing a board game together*  steve: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.  robin : I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.  eddie: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.  nancy: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'.  eddie: *flips the board*

*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*  steve: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.  nancy: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.  eddie: if you want information it is  robin : why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

nancy: Where's eddie?  robin : Don't worry, I'll find them.  robin , shouting: steve sucks!  eddie, distantly: steve is the best person ever! Fuck you!  robin : Found them.

Kidnapper: I have your partner.  nancy: What? I don't have a partner...  Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?  nancy: Oh my god, you have robin .

#stranger things #st4 #fruity four #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steddie #steveddie #ronance #steddie incorrect quotes #stranger things incorrect quotes

[delusion-of-negation]

It's not my friends who do the hc's, it was more to reference that most folks around me don't get why I act the way I do around hc's. I get anxious when I see any ND hc's relating to my NDs, then physical+brain shit happens, even though I know my ND isn't universal, but it's like my brain "rejects?" that knowledge. I can't tell anyone, bc trying to explain it ppl who know that I'm ND, don't get it bc "You obviously know other ND's and symptoms exist, so what's your prob?" IDK what the prob is!

prev ask:

ah, sorry for misunderstanding re who was doing the hcs, but re everything else, what i said still applies??? the issue isn't that it's wrong to have incorrect or illogical feelings that make you think certain hcs suck, even when the feeling is like "um actually all of your hcs are wrong because only werewolves can have cancer", i mean dude, my username is the name of my delusion, you think anything you say is gonna be so illogical that i go "wow yeah the thoughts you're having are bad"? they're just thoughts. you're in here fishing for someone to validate that you're allowed to beat yourself up for this, and you are, you can beat yourself up if you actually want to do that, but there's nothing inherent to how the headcanons make you feel that means you or your friends have reason to beat you up for it. they don't have to understand what exactly bothers you, you don't have to explain what does, you're allowed to just go "this vibrates on a different frequency to me, i think" and ignore it. i think your problem is that you haven't had chance to make peace with being isolated in your phaneron and unable to convey the masses within to the masses outside. that really is the only way to cope with being illogical and having the people around you unable to understand, because there isn't an answer for how to drill it into their heads that you feel things but can't logic those feelings away. you can tell them that. but how many posts have i made explaining delusions only for people to respond with allcaps "YOU ARE DANGEROUS, THESE PEOPLE NEED TO BE LOCKED UP FOR THEIR OWN SAFETY AND THE DELUSIONS NEED TO BE ARGUED AGAINST, IF YOU SIMPLY DON'T ARGUE AND INSTEAD BE A SAFE PLACE WHERE THE PERSON WON'T SPIRAL OR FEEL THREATENED THEN IT'LL ACTUALLY MAKE THEM DIE" because they don't know shit but refuse to actually understand how it feels to have these things. i mean, you can try to explain to your friends that when you say a headcanon bugs you then you're not launching a moral case for there being actual flaws, you're just having your disorder kind of triggered by it differing from what your disorder expects, and it doesn't have to be logical and can't be logicked away, and them arguing against you will only further the trigger spiral, as with all illogical thoughts (eg delusions, you argue -> brain panicks and defends itself and adds layers -> delusion gets worse actually) if they're likely to listen. if they're not, just say "sorry i'm a leo" and refuse to engage for your own health and safety. when you have triggers, you need to learn what level of involvement with it you could handle, then learn to moderate your engagement, and be capable of disengaging and going to a more relaxed/safe space. everything i could tell you is mindfulness exercises and having a stupid excuse planned and accepting some people don't listen.

[nahasnature]

Skyrim sweetfx for lens flare

#Skyrim sweetfx for lens flare mod

#Skyrim sweetfx for lens flare mods

#Skyrim sweetfx for lens flare tv

They needs to be rewriten with ACTUAL research of what they do and how they supposed to do it Reshade and SweetFX (even it suffers from tones of useless shaders with wrong implementation of configuration, but less) just bloated by broken shaders like this. Shader contributors should be more responsible for what they do and should not trow in every fancy shader they found wiithout real understanding of it. In almost every game and not option to turn all of this off and use correct colors instead. This gives people bad taste for graphics, and when hell lot of skyrim and gtav owners flooding internets with "cool looking" shots of crap with ruined colors, marketing devisions of companies takes thatĪs trend and pushing it to development division (sometime devs doing this dumb thing on their own) and then we get crap like lens flares, lens dirtt, 50 shades of grey, vignette and totally messed up colors but most of them just packed in as some fancy effects that wrongly implemented, does not serve their purpose and simply ruining colors.īut ofcourse internet kids turning all that crap on and thinking that 50 shades of grey they get in result are uber realistic graphics and super cool shaders that makes their bad looking game kinda "good".Īnd they dont really know what good is, as well as people who implemented such shaders in reshade disribution, people just trust that fancy shader is making something good by default.

#Skyrim sweetfx for lens flare tv

Mosto of those shaders supposed to solve color problem like banding, incorrect gamma, some of them adapted for tv with color range 16-235 and supposed to operate in that mode, other not supposed to be applied to RGBĪnd intended to be used with other color spaces. If you think you’ve found a bug please report it by leaving a comment or sending me a pm.Īll credits to Boris Vorontsov (ENBSeries) and CeeJay (SweetFX).Ĭlick on the PERMS button above to view permissions.Does anyone think this is desired and good looking result?īlacks and white are totally destroyed and whole picture is desaturated and dimmed as hell, this is not how filmic tonemap results should look, this is how /archives/75Īnd thats just one example of many - HPD, Watchdog tonemap (which is also form of filmic tonemap) are ruined, Reinhard applied to RGB instead of only luminance, Skyrim tonemap totally broken, spherical and so on The following effects do not work and using them may fail silently or throw compiler errors:Īny configuration that uses the depth buffer, for example: #define Ascii_input_image 2 // 1 = Color buffer, 2 = Depth buffer. Some effects are not currently working (see below). configs and all shader code) are untouched and behave exactly as they would under ReShade ĮNBSeries detects file changes and automatically updates while game is running I only wrote a new Sweet.fx file to integrate SweetFX’s shader library into ENBSeries Īll other files (eg. Same way you’ve always done it, by editing/replacing SweetFX_settings.txt Verify that EnablePostPassShader is checked and switch the technique to SweetFX on the parameters window. Launch the game and open ENBSeries menu (default shortcut is Shift+Enter) Open enbeffectpostpass.fx and add the following at the end: #include “Sweet.fx”

#Skyrim sweetfx for lens flare mod

How to add SweetFX functionality to an existing ENBSeries install:Ĭopy Sweet.fx file and SweetFX folder from this mod into folder where enbeffectpostpass.fx is located (usually at the game’s root or inside enbseries folder) toggles effect on/off and opens ENBSeries menu. (OPTIONAL) Configure enblocal.ini to suit your system Performance hit is low (between 1-3 fps) on my modest rig (GTX 670).Ĭopy the files from this mod into game folder ĭownload ENBSeries for Fallout 4 v0.287 and copy d3d11.dll and d3dcompiler_46e.dll into game folder Shadows are deeper but never crushed and highlights vibrant but not washed out. It’s essentially vanilla with enhanced contrast, slight color treatment and a bit of grain/vignette. The included preset is rather simple and constrained. Best of all, it doesn’t change the HUD and it’s captured by Steam screenshots!

#Skyrim sweetfx for lens flare mods

Can be used to improve the deployment of visual mods that use both libraries and may also help those who (like myself) have experienced poor performance using ReShade. This is both my personal preset and a resource for modders.Īllows the use of most SweetFX 2.0 filters from within the ENBSeries environment without the need for additional injectors.

#Skyrim sweetfx for lens flare

[akari-hope]

hm. hm.

#i understand not everyone has functional understanding of certain terms and concepts esp for ones that are perhaps older but #something doesn't sit right with me about the way people use certain terms/disregard what they mean and where they come from #it leads to genuine misunderstandings and Problems #i'm not gonna say what but this is abt japanese terms so i know some of it is just lost in translation and people are too lazy to look it up #but i really wish they would before they spout some shit #it's not bad exactly just incorrect so it bugs me #anyway yes this is vague but like yk yk

[agathasangel]

leave everything behind but me- part 4 (diane sherman x reader) (NSFW moment)

warnings: same as before, stalking (like full on irl stalking as well as online), drugging, some talk of emotional/physical abuse in this one, death mention. this whole fic is just kinda dark... sorry. Also brief nsfw moment.

summary: this part is from Diane’s perspective. as she looks for her neurotoxin ingredients in a panic, she reflects on how she came into contact with you in the first place, and all the highs and lows of your relationship up to this point.

where the hell are they? thought Diane, looking for the last, most important ingredient in her neurotoxin.

She couldn’t believe it had come to this again. Just like with Chloe.

Diane wondered where Chloe was, what she was doing. About five years ago, with an excellent defense lawyer, she managed to get out of jail for what she had done. She looked far and wide for her stolen daughter, who seemed to be nowhere to be found. She still worried about what became of Chloe, but knew she was probably doing alright. And one day, Diane found a new obsession by the name of (y/n).

It was nearly two years ago now. Diane was beginning to give up on finding Chloe, after three full years of searching anywhere and everywhere with no luck. But she did find something else. 

She was staying at a hotel in California, near the hospital where she gave birth to Chloe, in the vain hope that maybe, just maybe, Chloe would be around.

Diane didn’t find Chloe, but she found something else from her past. Her college reunion was being held in the exact hotel she was staying at. She didn’t plan on attending, but then she came face-to-face with her college rival. This woman was the only person who did better in her classes than Diane. Not only that, but she had multitudes of friends, boyfriends, you name it, while Diane had no one. The woman never let Diane forget how much better she was either. It wasn’t the worst thing Diane had ever been through, not by a long shot, but it was a disappointment for sure. College was supposed to be the place where Diane could finally feel like she belonged, and she always resented this rival of hers. 

“Diane! We didn’t think you were coming! Oh here, have a seat!” said the woman.

“I’m so sorry about Roger. It was such a shock to hear about.”, she continued, reminding Diane of her dead husband

“Yeah, I still can’t say I’m over it, all these years later.”

“Yeah when the love of your life just drops dead like that, you never get over it, do you?”, she said, far louder than Diane would have liked.

“Can we please talk about something else?”

“Of course, I’m so sorry, Diane, I know it must be so hard for you!”

“Yeah. Um... what’s your family like?”

“Well we have one daughter. Her name is (y/n), and she’s a senior in High School,” said the woman. She then leaned into Diane and said, “But can I be honest? I never exactly wanted kids. Never liked them. I thought it would change when I had her but it didn’t. She’s so... difficult.”

Diane’s blood absolutely boiled hearing this, but she managed to keep a polite face, “But that’s your child. Don’t you love her?”

“There are some good things about her, I guess. I do love her in my own way, but I can’t help but feel disappointed. She’s just not what I thought she’d be. I’m sorry, I thought you may understand. I never get to vent my frustrations about her.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t understand. But, do you, um, by any chance have a picture of her?”

“On my phone, somewhere. Let me look.”

After a while, she found a picture of (y/n). It was fairly recent photo of you at a restaurant, at what looked like a dinner with the whole family. You looked sad and lost, but Diane thought you looked sweet.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thanks,” said the woman, almost stifling a laugh, as if there was no way Diane could have meant that.

“I’m sorry, I need to go to the bathroom.” said Diane, as she was starting to turn red in anger and the woman.

“I’ll join you, I need to freshen up a bit.”

“Fine.”

So Diane walked straight into a stall while the other woman followed. Diane started to cry, so angry at this awful woman. She had a child, a beautiful, sweet, girl who was alive, for God’s sake. Diane would kill for what she has, in fact she had killed for it before. But this woman didn’t care about her child, she didn’t appreciate you one bit.

She didn’t deserve you. 

Then she heard the woman get into the stall next to her and she decided to leave. But the woman left her purse on the sink. Diane looked into her purse and found everything. All her information was in her wallet, and she took pictures of her address, phone number, and credit card numbers, as well as a couple of photos of you and your father. Diane quickly threw the last photo back into her purse as she heard her enemy get up, and she ran away, all the way back up to her room. 

Diane looked at the photos, and started to look for your social media. You didn’t seem to post very often, or have many friends. Most of your photos were of you by yourself, or pretty things you took pictures of, and even a couple of sad poems you wrote. Poetry written by teenagers was usually laughably bad, but hers made Diane cry. She saw herself in you.

Poor little thing, Diane thought. She needs some love. But I can do that for her.

Diane spent about a month following you and your parents around, without any of you even noticing her presence. One day she snuck into their house and bugged it, so that there were feeds of different rooms streaming to her computer at all times.

Diane noticed you spent most of your time alone. You wrote in a journal a lot, and cried fairly often, hugging a teddy bear you had. You just seemed so burnt out from stress from school, stress from your job, pressure from your parents. You fought with both of her parents often. Well... fight wasn’t the right word. Usually, one parent would yell at you and insult you, and you would choose to either take it or not take it.

There was one particular instance where you snapped at your father, telling him how he abandoned you so many times. He didn’t take this well, screaming all kinds of insults. How Diane wished she could hold you, rock you, comfort you and tell you that aren’t any of the terrible things your father told you, and that she’s sorry that you never felt good enough.

Diane snuck into (y/n)’s graduation, too. She knew she couldn’t contact you yet, but she got so much happiness out of just seeing this milestone of your life. All you did was walk across the stage and take your diploma, but Diane beamed with pride for you as you did it.

After graduation, your parents were constantly threatening to kick you out, and the fights got worse, they crying got worse. Diane wished she was there, comforting you, holding you and giving you all the love that your parents didn’t. Diane looked for a window of opportunity into this girl’s life until she found the perfect one. You had put out an ad on facebook for anyone on the east coast looking for a roommate, and Diane put her plan into action. She made a fake account on facebook pretending to be a college girl named “Anna Johnson” and responded to the ad, starting to talk to and getting friendly with you. “Anna” suggested that you take a bus trip and offered to pay the fare, but you refused because you wanted to earn the money yourself. Diane’s heart warmed at your sweet messages, even though they were to “Anna” and not her. “I’ve never had as good a friend as you before”, “Who needs a mom when I have you giving me such great advice?”, “You’re the best!”, every little message that you sent to Diane made her fall more and more in love. Diane bought a little house on the East Coast with the money she got from selling her old house, and hoped everything will fall into place in her new life with (y/n). 

Now during the bus trip, Diane needed to follow you closely in her silver minivan, and make sure not to lose track of you during layovers either. Her detour into the coffee shop scared her at first, but once Diane found you, it was the perfect opportunity to finally, after all these months of dreaming, meet you face-to-face. Her new little baby girl, finally. Diane slipped a powdered sleeping pill into her already tired girl’s coffee to make you even more sleepy and suggestible, getting you to come with her to her hotel room.

Back in the present, Diane found the rest of the powdered sleeping pills as she was searching through her medicine cabinet and closet. She got so distracted thinking about you, and all the horribly wrong things she had done to you. 

It’s for her own good, all of it. She needs to be protected, she’s too pure for this world, to good, too sweet...

Diane searched through the drugs she had given you, thinking of all the best times the two of you have had.

The first day Diane had been with you in the little house was heaven on earth. Finally Diane had everything she’s been working for for almost a year now right there, in her arms. Diane wanted to give you everything you didn’t believe you deserved. The only catch was that you belonged to Diane, and Diane alone.

She got a job teaching Chemistry at the local High School fairly easily, as she had extensive knowledge (even more extensive than she may have let on in her interview), of the subject, and the school district was completely desperate for competent science teachers. Diane found faking the background check easy, she used her maiden name and an incorrect date of birth and they didn’t ask her about her arrest at all. And now she had her new life set up. A house that she owned, a job to put food on the table, and you.

The next best day for Diane was the day you finally kissed her. Diane was starting to fall in love with you in a more romantic, even a more sexual way, but didn’t know if you felt the same way about her. Then, during one of your movie nights, you kissed Diane, and she felt overjoyed. She kissed you back and finally led you to the bed and fucked you, like she had been thinking about doing every night at this point but was too scared to actually initiate until now. She was in love with the feeling she got from kissing you, from pleasing you. It had been so long since Diane had been this intimate with anyone, and she was your first. And it was a real awakening for the both of you.

It felt so good, you felt so good. This relationship you had was so incredibly wrong in so many ways, but it just felt so right.

Why did it have to change?

Of course, there were still some hard moments. Even Diane admitted that there were times when she could be irrationally possessive of you, getting angry when someone even looks at you the wrong way. She knew that her possessive, obsessive attitude could scare you, and you would even blame yourself for it, but she didn’t know how to stop. She knew that you were getting scared she would become more difficult to please, like all the other people that have been in your life.

Or the times that you would cry, and it happened so often. You would get sad and Diane would hold you and tell you:

“It’s ok baby, you’re here now, you’re with me. I love you more than life itself. You’re gonna be okay, my little angel.”

One night Diane woke up to you crying into your pillow, and immediately grabbed you.

“What’s wrong, baby? What happened?”

“I- I was afraid that you might- that- one day- you might not want me anymore... what would happen if you d-don’t want me....”

“Listen, I will never not want you. You are all I have, remember? And you’re all I need. Come here, that’s right. You’re my baby, all mine.. shhh....”

Or, there was the time you asked about the scars on Diane’s back. She was mortified, but finally told you about her terrible childhood. The horrible abuse from her mother until her death, the foster home, everything. Her desperation to become the mother she never had. You hugged her tight.

“I’m so sorry, Diane, I had no idea... and to think I complained about-”

“Baby, don’t compare your life to mine. All that matters now is that it’s you and me, and I need to take care of you.”

“Sometimes I think I should be the one taking care of you, Diane.”

“Trust me baby, you do so much more for me than you think.”

Then Diane found it. The rest of the paint thinner. And she was ready to take away all your sadness once and for all, and make you hers forever.

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