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year2000electronics · 2 months
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RF time. What casino/card game do you reckon everyone is the best at (I know you have a lot of said characters so. answer for as many or few as you’d like)
chef-craps
creek- pool (avoids random chance games as much as he can because his luck is actually terrible for a casino owner's)
chaz- poker
velvet and veneer- roulette
branch- blackjack
poppy- slots (has EXCELLENT luck for a newbie gambler)
viva- poker (has a surprisingly good poker face)
clay- pachinko
bruce- baccarat
john dory- russian roulette
floyd- somehow manages to suck at all of them
shimmer- doesnt play anymore but she used to like blackjack
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transingthoseformers · 8 months
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So, the G1 men who are women in at least one other continuity;
Override (Cybertron, Bayverse, Aligned, Animated maybe there are two Overrides — one male and one female)
Joyride (Cybertron)
Tread( )bolt (Energon)
Cliffjumper (Armada)
Ironhide (Armada)
G2 Windrazor? (Ask Vector Prime, Legends, 2007 toy)
Red Alert (Universe toy in Japan, Animated)
Bombshell (Cybertron)
Nightbeat (Animated)
Sunstreaker (Animated)
Wingthing (Animated)
Drag Strip (Animated)
Thunderclap? (Aligned)
Whirl (Aligned, sort of — there's the male empurata Whirl in the Wreckers but also a female Whirl in Rescue Bots, the man barely exists in the continuity)
G2 Skyjack / Skyfall (Aligned)
Skimmer (Kreo)
Swoop (Cyberverse)
Nova Storm (Cyberverse, Earthspark)
Skywarp (Cyberverse, Earthspark)
Cosmos (Cyberverse)
Frenzy (Earthspark)
Devastator was apparently female in some random universe somebody hopped into for five seconds in some Funpub comic i think? But it was Funpub so...
Unicron Trilogy Optimus Prime from some play was apparently established as a woman in Ask Vector Prime. I didn't write her or Devastator down originally because they're barely canon, so i'm going off of memory.
Unicron Trilogy Scourge was also female in the same thing, because clone of Optimus and all.
Dub gender changes;
G1 Starscream was female in the movie's french and turkish dubs, but only the movie. Male in the rest of the series.
G1 Shrapnel was also female in the movie's french and russian dubs, but movie only.
Cyberverse Thrust was female in the japanese dub (renamed Red Wing).
Miscallenous;
G1 Ratchet was originally imagined as female by Bob Budiansky until Hasbro banned him from putting women in their boy show (tfwiki says the Shout! Factory dvd extras have images of Budiansky's handwritten concepts, it doesn't say if anybody else might've been mentioned as a woman in those but it's possible. I can't access them so).
Cyberverse Jazz would apparently have been a woman if she'd appeared more, even though the toy or something referred to her as male.
There could be more, or some dub stuff etc. which i could be missing. Or something could be weird on the list, i went through tfwiki's female transformer list over twenty hours ago and only wrote down names and continuities and whether it's actual or a dub thing.
Also note that tfwiki considering characters "G1" means Generation One continuity family", and doesn't necessarily mean they were in the Sunbow cartoon or the Marvel comic or in the japanese sequel to the Sunbow cartoon. They could've debuted in IDW1 or even IDW2, or some random tie-in crap to something.
Wait no, there were also maybe at least two bots who were female in TransTech, but i didn't write their names down because TransTech was basically fanmade. TransTech also had a bot who switched between male and female in-universe, as in more than once, but idk if they were in any real continuity. I might have ignored more prseudocanon gender swaps. I don't remember.
Also not women, but Cyberverse Acid Storm is genderfluid (tfwiki used they/them), and some bot named Screwball not being on the binary was mentioned on Nightshade's page but idk Screwball's continuity.
Now that gives us quite the list!
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yelenasdiary · 2 years
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hi can you please write a Yelena x reader where reader has had a bad day so Yelena comforts her?
Rage Room
Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader 
Summary: After a bad couple of days, Yelena offers to help you release built up tension. 
| Angst & Fluff | 1.4K | Talks of mental health and issues related around it | Mentions of sex | light language warning |
AC: I originally wrote this as a platonic relationship but it kind of went it’s own way…I hope you enjoy! 
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Been a part of the Avengers has its perks but it’s also draining, mentally and physically. It didn’t matter that you’ve been a part of the team for almost 5 years, you still weren’t used to the days when everything would catch up to you. Always making sure you put your all into everything you did from training to taking missions no matter how big or small, the constant feeling of trying to prove your worth to the team always got to you. Never did you have to prove yourself like you think you did, the team loved you and you are family to them but maybe it was just something you did to keep yourself distracted. 
You got along with everybody well, some better than most. You considered Yelena one of your closest friends, even though she wasn’t technically apart of the Avengers you both still managed to grow closer. 
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“Earth to Y/n” Yelena clicked her fingers in front of your face as you stared into the distance. “Huh? Oh sorry” you blinked to refresh your eyes. “You’ve been spacey a lot lately. Is everything okay?” she asked in her thick Russian accent. “Yeah, just fine” you poorly lied causing Yelena to frown at you. “Want to try that again?” she offered. 
You sighed, “I’ve just been stressed a bit lately and today just isn’t one of my best”
“Is it something I can help with?”
“I don’t think so…I mean, I’m just tired like all the time…then I start to overthink everything and read into people too much like this morning I swear Tony was mad with me over something so that’s been playing on my mind a bit and then yesterday Natasha refused to take me on that week on mission her, Clint and Kate just left for which just made me overthink more – “
“Natasha didn’t let you go because you’re overworking yourself in training and you barely rest” Yelena pointed out after cutting you off. 
“That’s crap!” you spat, “I’ve just been trying to get rid of this built-up tension I have!” 
“Overworking yourself isn’t going to do that but I know something that would”
“Yelena, I don’t want to sleep with some random just to feel better” you tilted your head at her. 
“What? No, that’s not what I meant” Yelena shook her head, “even if you did have sex, I don’t think that would do much” she joked. 
“Ha ha, very funny” you rolled your eyes. 
“Have you heard of a rage room?” she asked. 
“I have but I’ve never been to one. I didn’t see the point when I could just work out?” 
“Do you want to come with me to one? I go once a week, helps for full that need to break shit!” 
You thought about the offer for a moment, everything else you’ve done to try and help yourself clearly wasn’t helping so you agreed, and the next day Yelena took you a rage room. 
“Here’s protective eyewear and a helmet for protection” the receptionist smiled handing you the protective gear. Once you and Yelena put on the protective gear you were both shown to two separate rooms. “You guys can have a room each or share, completely up to you. Everything is set up, have a blast” the young woman smiled. “Thank you” you replied as she walked away. 
“What do you want to do? Share or separate?” Yelena turned to you. Shrugging with a pout, “whatever you like” you replied. “Honestly, I want to see you smash shit up so let’s just share” she smirked before opening the door. 
The room was filled with breakable things like glass bottles, old kitchen appliances, old televisions, and some random statues. The walls were covered with random pictures that were spray painted and the floor had evidence of past customers letting out their rage. 
“Go on, what are you waiting for?” Yelena handed you a sledgehammer with a long handle. You couldn’t help but give her a smile, taking the hammer from her and walking up to a flat screen television. “I just hit it?” you asked just to make sure. 
“Y/n, we’re not leaving until this room is covered with shattered glass and plastic” Yelena replied. 
With that, you took your first swing at the television causing a large shatter to the black screen. You swung again, quickly finding the fun in the activity. 
“Is that all you’ve got? Come on, give it a good hit!” Yelena encouraged as she took back and watched. 
“I am!” you looked at her over your shoulder. “Let everything out here. Everything that’s made you worried, stressed, pissed off, whatever, let it out here. You can be as loud as you need” Yelena explained.
With all the thoughts and things that have made the past few days terrible you finally let all that built up tension and emotions out. Smashing everything in sight, screaming at the item before swinging, cursing at anything that got in your way. 
After a while, the room was almost covered with broken glass shards and what not. “That’s better” Yelena chuckled as you wiped the dripping sweat from your forehead, “feel better yet?” she asked. Your cheeks were red and warm as you nodded, “heaps!” you smiled. 
Yelena returned the smile, “whenever you feel like your run down again let’s just come here and let it out, yeah?” 
You nodded, “I like that and thanks Lena, for you know, I know you don’t like being praised but it means a lot that you look out for me” 
“You’d do the same for me” she brushed off your comment, “wanna give the other room a hit?” 
“Sure!”
To Kate it was no secret that you’d been crushing on Yelena for some time now, but you understood how she closed off she was to the idea of relationships. Every time the two of you spent one-on-one time together you felt your feelings grow bigger for her and so did the frustration of being too scared to tell her how you felt. Yes, you’ve had a few bad days but you’ve only being overworking yourself to try and get Yelena off your mind and yet here you were, at a rage room with the woman you’ve fallen for and she doesn’t even know. 
“Wait…Lena...” your lips had a mind of their own, Yelena turned back around “Yeah?” she smiled softly. Your heart started racing, you felt like you were sweating more than you originally were, your eyes searched hers for a reason to stop yourself, but you found nothing but nervous, butterflies in your stomach rising. “Y/n, are you okay?” Yelena tried snaping you out of your thoughts. You didn’t reply, too lost in her green eyes to even notice her lips were moving. If Kate was here, she would’ve given you a light elbow to the arm to snap you out of your trance. 
“Okay…I’ll just meet you in the other room” Yelena turned back around, taking a few steps away from you. 
“I… I think” you stuttered catching Yelena’s attention again as she turned back to face you, her face covered with concern, “I think I’m in love with you” the words fell from your lips leaving you in shock at what you’d just said. Yelena looked almost as shocked as you did, her eyes falling to your feet quickly. 
“Lena…I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to blurb that like that… j-just forget I said anything” you stuttered once again in a panic, “I’m just going to go…I’m sorry” you added quickly before Yelena could say a word. Dropping the hammer to the floor and removing the protective Yelena stopped you, gently grabbing a hold of your right arm. “Do you mean it?” she asked, now her eyes searched yours for an answer. 
You nodded lightly, a soft “yes” confirmed her question. A smile tugged at her lips as she released you from her grip, “Then why would you leave?” she asked. 
“I… I thought you’d…I got embarrassed” you admitted. 
“I like you too” Yelena took off her helmet.
“You do?”  
She nodded, “I just thought you were into Kate, so I never said anything” 
“Kate knows how I feel about you” you replied causing both of you to chuckle lightly before silence filled the messy room “Sooo…” you looked up at her. 
“Ca-can I” Yelena stopped herself and took a deep breath, “can I take you to dinner tonight? If you want…” she smiled nervously. 
Your heart felt like it was jumping out of your chest, “yeah, I’d like that” you gave her a warm smile. The both of you looked at each other like two young teenagers in love, both filled with butterflies and thoughts ran with nerves that only added to the excitement of finally going on a date. 
“Screw it, do you want to get lunch now instead?” Yelena spoke up, you quickly nodded, “please! I’m starving” you replied. 
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Makeup Chick–Joe Keery
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I walked onto set, my hands shaking like crazy. This job opening was completely random. The previous makeup girl was pregnant and had gone into labor early. Today was my first day and I didn't feel good enough. I just barely graduated from cosmetology school and now I was in charge of makeup for the entire cast of Stranger Things.
"You must be Y/N," Matt Duffer smiled as he walked over to me. "Thank you for doing this on such short notice. We really appreciate it."
"No problem," I smiled. "It's an amazing opportunity. I'm happy to help."
"So, we are going to start you off a little tough," he said, his voice gentle. "Steve and Robin have been taken hostage by Russians."
"Russians?" I couldn't help but laugh. I cleared my throat before saying, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Matt reassured. "Our show is pretty weird out of context."
"Clearly," I chuckled. I cleared my throat before asking, "Steve and Robin are taken by Russians?"
"Yes," Matt laughed. "Robin will need just basic makeup. Our previous girl had notes on the characters' everyday makeup. Her makeup should be pretty easy. Steve, on the other hand, might be a little difficult."
"How do you mean?"
"In the previous scene, he was being interrogated by the Russians. They beat him pretty badly, so you're gonna have to do makeup that matches what he went through. We can show you the scene so you can understand more what bruises he needs."
"Sounds good," I said.
"Come with me," he said nodding to a trailer. I followed him inside and waited as he pulled up the scene they shot earlier. I took notes as I watched the actor who plays Steve get his ass kicked.
"Poor guy," I mumbled.
"Joe doesn't mind," Matt chuckled. I tried to hide my smirk but failed.
"What?" Matt asked.
"It's just. . ." I hesitated. Matt's knowing smile was oddly comforting. "It's not Stranger Things unless Steve Harrington gets the crap beat out of him."
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I organized my brushes as I continually read through my notes. I could picture how I wanted the makeup to look, I even sketched it out, but I couldn't stop worrying about the application part.
I didn't notice someone had walked in until they knocked on the wall. I jumped and turned around, trying to laugh it off. My face burned as I saw Joe Keery smiling at me.
"Didn't mean to scare you," he said lightly.
"Sorry," I stuttered. I cleared my throat and introduced myself. "I'm Y/N."
"Joe," he smiled. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," I said, trying to hide my blush. "Let's get started."
Joe nodded as he walked in and sat in the chair in front of the mirror. I walked over to the counter and nervously played with the brushes.
"You okay?" Joe asked.
"I'm sorry," I stuttered, slowly turning around. "I'm just a little nervous. You're my first. . . My first look, I mean."
"Hey," he said, gently grabbing my hand. I looked up, that blush instantly coming back when I saw Joe smiling at me. "I'm supposed to look like I'd been beaten up, so if you mess up, it works in our favor."
"That's true," I chuckled. I sighed as I leaned against the counter. "I have to be honest with you, Joe."
"Okay," Joe said as he sat forward, leaning his elbows on his knees. "What's up?"
"I don't think I'm qualified for this," I said, my voice dropping.
"Y/N. . ."
"I'm self-taught," I cut him off.
"What do you mean?"
"I dropped out of UCLA," I admitted. "I was originally working toward law school but it didn't feel right. In between class and work, I started learning how to do makeup from videos online. I basically got my training from YouTube and now I'm trying to make a career out of it.
"You're not trying," Joe said gently. "You are making a career out of it."
"Yeah," I sighed. I cleared my throat before continuing to defend myself. "I eventually couldn't take it. I applied to Paul Mitchell Hair and Makeup School and once I was accepted, I finally dropped out of law school. My parents were furious. Until my little sister's school put on The Lion King. They couldn't figure out how to do the makeup. I offered to help."
"How'd it go?" Joe asked. I couldn't help but smile at how invested Joe had gotten in my story.
"Really well," I chuckled. "People were obsessed with it. They went crazy about the makeup. That's when my parents were okay with me dropping out of law school."
"But?" He asked, knowing what I was planning on saying.
"But I don't feel qualified," I admitted. "Sure, I went through cosmetology school but I still feel like a Youtuber."
"Can I ask you one question?"
"Sure," I shrugged.
"Have you ever recorded yourself doing make-up and put it on Youtube?" He asked, slightly smirking at me.
"No," I chuckled. "I haven't."
"Then you aren't a Youtuber," he said, enthusiastically clapping his hands. "You're a highly qualified makeup artist who was hired by Netflix."
"Or I'm an unqualified makeup artist who was hired by Netflix and will crash and burn, never to be hired again."
"Hey," he whispered, making me look up at him. "Take a deep breath for me, Y/N. From what I hear, Matt didn't hesitate to hire you instantly. He believes in you and so do I."
"You don't even know me," I tried to laugh off the sudden tension between us.
"I'd like to," Joe shrugged with a smile still on his face.
I took a shaky breath before turning around and grabbing the needed makeup. My face was bright-red and remained that color as I did Joe's makeup. It got to the point that if I kept messing with it, it would make it worse.
"How does it look?" Joe asked as I took a step back.
"See for yourself," I shrugged as I moved to the side so he could see his reflection in the mirror.
"Wow," Joe chuckled. "I look like crap. Great job!"
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As they checked the lighting for the scene, I couldn't help but chew on my bottom lip. I glanced at the camera and saw that Joe's makeup actually looked really good. I noticed Joe look at something off-camera. I looked up and blushed when I made direct eye contact with him.
He pointed to the makeup on his face and sent me a thumbs-up. I laughed and sent him a teasing shrug.
"Looks pretty good," Matt chuckled as he walked over and looked at the screen with me.
"Thanks," I said, clearing my throat. Matt put his hand gently on my shoulder.
"I mean it, Y/N," he said softly. "You did a great job."
"Thank you, Matt."
"Feel free to sit and watch," Matt said as he pointed to a nearby chair and smiled.
"That's okay," I stuttered.
"The make-up looks great on screen," he chuckled. "You should enjoy it."
I glanced over at Joe to see him smiling at me. I looked away, hoping to hide my blush from Joe and Matt. I sat down and nervously wiped my hands on my jeans.
I watched as Joe and Maya went through their scene. Every time the camera panned to Joe, Matt patted me on the back.
After the scene, they instantly started getting ready for the next scene. I walked over to the make-up counter they had set up for me and started organizing things for touch-ups.
"Sorry."
I looked over my shoulder and smiled when I saw Joe walking up to me.
"What are you sorry for?" I asked. He tried to smirk but it turned into a smile.
"Looks like you're gonna have to keep your job."
I've been unsure about myself. The only thing I wasn't unsure about right now was that this–whatever this was–was the start of something great.
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bobbieisthebest · 11 months
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Joel, holding a baseball bat: There’s no need to be afraid of me. I don’t bite.
Mort, standing a safe distance away: Yeah, but do you wack?
Joel:
Joel: I don’t bite.
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Charles: I don’t know about this, Jake.
Jake: The last time you said that Hoffer you ended up loving it.
Charles: The last time I said that you were holding a bag of durian flavored chips; now you’re holding a roman candle. They are two very different things.
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Nate: You remind me of a Russian doll.
Alicia: Aw, thank yo—
Nate: Full of yourself.
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Kato: If anyone has any questions, ask me.
Bobbie: If a bear and a shark had a fight, who would win?
Kato: ... If anyone has any RELEVANT questions, ask me.
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Wendy (a warlock): Do we not have a plan?
Sam, playing barbarian: Who needs a plan? I’ve got an axe.
Sam: *starts running ahead*
Kato, the very tired DM: An axe is not a plan!!!
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Flick: One time Jake and Juniper were having a heated argument in the car and Juniper took Jake's Queen tape out of the player and threw it out the window with rage and Jake looked her dead in the eyes and pulled out a second copy of that same tape and put it back in the player.
Buddy:...And Jake’s still alive?
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Dad: Tell your mother everything is fine.
Joel: Hey, Mom! We haven't eaten for days, your plants are dead, and I'm dropping out of school. Love ya, bye!
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Kato: What? Didn't I specifically tell you not to do specifically, exactly just that?
Alex: Actually, specifically, you said not to *humiliate* you by doing that. So, we won't!
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Richard: 99% of the time, whenever random violent crap happens, it seems you're somehow involved!
Joel: Can't you have a little faith in that last 1%?
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Buddy: *screams*
Joel: *screams louder to establish dominance*
Flick, concerned: Um, shouldn’t we do something?
Patty: No, I want to see who wins this time.
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Jake: Fun fact of the day: pen ink tastes like almonds..... don't try to suck the ink out of your pens kids it's disgusting and makes your mouth feel funny.
Patty: Why would you even do that?
Jake *shrugs*: I was bored.
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Bobbie at Alicia’s house: I love jacuzzis!
Bobbie: Sometimes I pretend that I'm getting captured by witches and they're using me to make soup!
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Juniper: I know this is going to sound sarcastic, but this is a great plan and I’m really impressed with you guys.
Buddy:
Nate:
Sam: Don’t listen to her, this is a great plan.
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Wendy: Kato, are you sure you don't wanna use my graduation speech? It goes like this: Later, losers.
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Alicia: Due to enormous personal flaws I refuse to work on, I will be arriving extremely late with an iced coffee. Please respect that.
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Juniper: I am so hungover. I have never been this hungover. Are we dead?
Alex: I feel great, I ran 5k this morning.
Flick: Really?
Alex: No I threw up in the shower.
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Joel: My life is a cautionary tale, but like a cool, flashy one that instead of inspiring people to do better it inspires them to be more chaotic
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Juniper: can we go to a haunted house?
Mom: what’s wrong with the one we live in?
Joel: wh- wait what?!
Mom: goodnight Children.
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Humphrey: Mr. Jake, what’s your favorite food?
Jake, deadpan: Children.
Flick: JACOB!
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Nate: Are you crazy?
Joel: Legally no, there's not a word for my condition.
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Charles: [casually taking four stairs at a time]
Wendy, falling behind: Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fu-
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Kato: Dear people who won’t stop asking- Yes, I am actually feeling fine, and yes, I really have been getting a decent amount of sleep at night!
Kato *bites into an onion*
Kato: Hey, this apple tastes like shi-
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Richard: *puts a cup down over a spider*
Joel: *appears; smiles; puts 2 more cups down beside Jay’s*
Richard: Come on, Joel, please no, don’t… DON’T—
Joel: *starts shuffling the cups*
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Jake: Hoffer, in your professional opinion, how would I die?
Charles: Murder. Gangland style execution. We never find your head.
Nate: That’s a shame.
Patty: *slightly raises finger in question*
Charles: You slip in a tub.
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Buddy about Jake: I'd follow him to hell and back, but I wish he'd stop going there.
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Bobbie: I love to dismiss my horrible decisions by saying "yeah that was a weird time in my life" as if the rest of my existence hasn't been absolute clown shoes.
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Alicia: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.
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Juniper: When I was small-
Kato: *chuckles* Was?
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glow-205 · 9 months
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Elaine: 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.
Elaine: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL-
Leora, covering Cory’s ears: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!
Leora: Are you mad?
Elaine: No.
Leora: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?
Leora: Are you good?
Elaine: In what sense?
Leora: Generally.
Elaine: Oh, definitely not.
Leora: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons?
Elaine: Fake?
Elaine: WHO THE FUCK-
Leora: Whoa, language!
Elaine: I speak fucking English!
Leora: ...
Leora: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?
Elaine: Literally or figuratively?
Leora: I have to specify?
Elaine, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea?
Leora: Tea.
Elaine: Wrong. It's coffee.
Elaine: Hey Leora, can you give me the opposite of these words?
Elaine: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down.
Leora: Never, Going, To, Give, You-
Leora: The satisfaction.
Cop: What are your names?
Leora: Don't tell them, Elaine.
Cop, writing: Elaine...
Leora: Crap.
Elaine: Nice going, Leora.
Cop:
Elaine: Well, shit.
Elaine: Who the fuck-
Leora: Language!
Elaine: Whom the fuck-
Leora: No.
Leora: Can I borrow five dollars?
Elaine: If you’re only borrowing it, does that mean you’ll pay me back?
Leora: Of course.
Leora: Not directly, but with my love and affection.
Elaine: So that’s a no.
Elaine: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...
Leora, nodding: Knife Monopoly.
Elaine: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.
Leora: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?
Elaine: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.
Elaine: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder.
Elaine: *glares at Leora*
Leora: Well, sorry I have morals!
Leora: What do you have?
Elaine: A KNIFE!
Leora: NO!
Leora: All the sudden I got a random burst of energy, and I think it's my body's last hurrah before it completely shuts down.
Leora: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably.
Elaine: That’s the longest worm I’ve ever seen.
Leora: That’s a snake.
Leora: Don't go to the kitchen.
Elaine: Why?
Leora: I saw a spider.
Elaine: Well, did you kill it?
Leora: It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair...
Leora: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.
Elaine, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.
Leora: *mixing different alcoholic beverages together*
Elaine: What are you making?
Leora: A mistake.
Elaine: I can't believe you've done this.....
Leora: I'm sorry I didn't know-!
Elaine, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!
Elaine: How do you want your coffee?
Leora: Black, like my soul.
Elaine:
Elaine: Leora, your soul is a latte.
Computer: Please enter a password.
Elaine: *types in “Leora”*
Computer: Your password is too weak.
Elaine: How fucking DARE YOU-
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sharkneto · 1 year
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As promised! A deleted scene from Chapter 23 of Joining Together in thanks for you all helping my favorite duck not lose as badly in the duck poll <3
An hour left in their wait and boredom is setting in hard. Sarah perks up from her book at the panicked voices behind her, welcoming the distraction to try and identify the language being spoken. French? She looks over her shoulder at a group standing at the departures board, talking animatedly to one another. There are a lot of gestures happening. Five perks up slightly from his slouch to look, too.
As they continue arguing, Five interrupts to call over, “Excuse-moi? As-tu besoin d'aide?”
The group whips around to stare at Five, just as Sarah and Megan are. The same surprised expression is on everyone’s face.
“Parles français?” one of the men asks.
Five unfolds to stand and join them. “Oui. Médiocrement.”
Sarah and Megan watch in open amazement as Five talks with the French group. He nods along to what they say, expression pinching as he asks, “Á Detroit?” The group nods. They talk for a bit more and then Five nods again and leaves with them.
Megan turns to Sarah. “So... Five speaks French?”
“I guess.”
One day, Sarah is going to stop being surprised by all the incredible, random things he can do.
They wait impatiently for Five to return. He does, nearly fifteen minutes later, expression nonplussed like he hadn’t just jumped up and spoken another language out of nowhere. He folds back into his slouch and pulls his phone out to mess with.
Sarah and Megan wait.
He ignores them.
“Five?” Sarah prods.
“Hm?”
“You speak French?”
He shrugs. “Not well.”
“That was cool,” Megan says. “That you helped them.”
Another shrug. “It wasn’t a big deal. They just needed some help to figure out flight shit. Apparently, there’s weather over Chicago, where they were headed after being in New York, and their flight got diverted to Detroit. They didn’t know where they were supposed to go for next steps to actually get to Chicago.”
“All that and you don’t speak French well,” Sarah says dryly.
He slouches further in his seat.
“Do you speak any other languages?” Megan asks, her book forgotten on her knee.
“Um,” Five says. He holds out a hand to count on his fingers. “French, obviously. Spanish. Italian. My German is shit. Polish, for some reason. Greek, technically. A little Mandarin and Korean. A little Russian.”
Sarah stares at him, incredulous. “You speak nine languages?”
“Kind of? And ten. With English.”
“Holy crap,” Megan says.
“And not really!” Five rushes to say, starting to get defensive. “Like, the Greek is ancient Greek, which is functionally useless—”
“You know ancient Greek,” Sarah interrupts.
He rolls his eyes and recites a series of Greek-sounding syllables. “We all had to learn the Odyssey and Iliad in their original Greek. It stuck. It doesn’t count. And, some are just enough so I can say ‘Hi, I’m Number Five with the Umbrella Academy, I’m here to help. Don’t throw up on me.’ And to like. Find a bathroom.”
“How do you say that in other languages?”
“You get one, I’m not a performing monkey. Um, Witam, jestem Numer Pięć w Akademii Parasol. Jestem tu, aby cię uratować. Nie wymiotuj na mnie.”
While Sarah is smiling over how Five translates his name, Megan says, “That’s really cool, Five.”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s a little something,” Sarah says. She checks her watch. “Still a little early, but do we want to migrate to our gate? Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll be ahead of schedule."
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autie-hobbit · 2 years
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The Umbrella Academy and Languages
So, I’ve been thinking about what languages the Hargreeves siblings know, as it was a pretty popular fan theory that the Hargreeves siblings all knew the languages of their heritage, but after season 3, and learning that Luther is Swedish, we know that is absolutely not true. So I came up with a headcanon that they all had the option to learn the languages of their heritage, but not all of them learnt them. So here’s who I headcanon learnt languages, and which languages they learnt based on vibes and how I read each character.
1. Luther
Luther gives off the vibe that he didn’t really care that much about learning languages, so he doesn’t know any, but does know a few phrases here and there from his siblings.
2. Diego
Diego definitely learnt Spanish (that’s canon), but he didn’t really care much for learning any of the others.
3. Allison 
It’s canon that Allison knows 7 languages, and she gives the vibe that she probably really enjoyed learning languages, and she still speaks them all fluently.
4. Klaus
Klaus clearly speaks multiple languages, as he does so in the show. I feel like he doesn’t know most of them fluently though. He probably wanted to learn all of them, but he had trouble focusing, so most of it went through one ear and out the other, though he does know the most random crap in all of the languages. He does speak German fluently though, Allison would review their lesson with him afterwards, because it meant a lot to him that he spoke it.
5. Five
Five absolutely speaks all of them fluently, there’s no doubt about it.
6. Ben
Ben only really cared about learning Korean, but knows a little Spanish and German due to being around Klaus and Diego so much.
7. Viktor
Viktor canonically speaks Russian. I feel like he possibly learnt all of the other languages as well, but I’m not sure.
(this is all my opinion and my own personal headcanon. If you disagree, let me know what you think)
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ink-on-the-brink · 2 years
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Tips for writing accents
I made a list for these a while ago but I had to update a bunch of stuff recently so I thought I'd post it.
Accents below are: southern, Scottish, German, French, Russian, Boston and Australian
Note: these tips are only found through my personal expirence and research (which is always fairly limited) so if anything's weird I apologize
Southern accent
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When writing anything ending in ing ALWAYS remove the g and replace it with a '
Ex: I was sitin' watchin' my game.
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Replace to (not too or two) with ta
Ex: "Trying ta work is hard. Too hard"
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When they have a strong accent, replace long I's with 'Ah'
Ex: "Ah was silent and Ah hated mah life"
Note: try not to change long I's in the middle of words (such as silent). Even if it is how it sounds in real life it just makes it too hard to read
Exception: You can change the long I sound in the middle of a word if it is a name.
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Contractions everywhere. Ain't, can't, don't, all of them. Use them all. Use them when you're not supposed to! Such as with its, of and than. Instead of its write s' infront of a word, insted of of write 'a at the end of a word and instead of than write 'n at the end of a wod.
Ex: "s'rather nice outside'a town. Rather stay here'n inside"
Exception: any word ending with an a can be left alone when it comes to adding 'a at the end. So so you don't have to put kinda'a. You can just leave it as kinda. Same with 'n and words like than.
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Dad is called pa and mom is usually maw
Ex: "mah maw and pa are at home right now"
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Replace you with ya
Ex: "ya seem to be havin' trouble"
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A southern accent is rather lazy, but not written in stone. Usually when a charecter gets upset their accent might get stronger but in the case of a southern accent it actually tends to get a bit weaker. The points it gets weakest at are wherever you have them speaking with the most emphasis.
Ex: 'ya are the lowest'a the low' would change to 'you are the lowest of the low'
Exception: ALWAYS follow the ing rule. Always. No matter what.
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Howdy and Y'all are still very much used all the time. Y'all is how to address any group of two or more people and howdy is how to say hi 87% of the time.
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Terms of endearment are used rather flipently. Sweetheart, darling, bo, partner, you get it. So unless they're being serious(and sometimes even then), it's good to use these terms. Also southerners use these terms even when they're being mean. Sweetheart (derogatory)
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Any time you're making comparisons or exaggerations use stranger terms that stay with a southern theme.
Note: exaggerations tend to be turned into comparisons.
Ex: 'Thats thing's huge!" And 'That looks like crap'
turn to
'That thing's bigger'n a tornado in a cornfield!' And 'That looks worse'n a chicken in a fox house'
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Scottish
Mom and dad are maw and da
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Write me instead of my
'me da was a great man'
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Instead of you write ye (for emphasis) or yeh (when relaxed). Also write yer instead of your.
Ex: "yeh've never seen me hair before?" Or "ye better keep yer damn trap shut boyo"
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Follows the same ing rule as a sothern accent. Always get rid of the g and replace it with '
Ex: "We were drawing, writing and singing"
turns to
"We were drawin', writin' and singin'"
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Men are lads and woman are lasses
"The lads and lasses are dancin'"
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Little turns to wee
Ex: "she was a wee lass" or "just a wee bit more"
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When you have anything with a 't contraction, keep the from half of the word and replace the 't with nnae
Ex: "can't, don't and isn't" turn into "cannae, donnae and isnnae"
Note: 'going to' also applied to this rule as gonnae
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When ow is at the end of a sentence and it makes and oh sound, replace it with a.
Ex: "window, elbow and arrow" turn into "winda, elba and arra"
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And, of course, there are a lot of random Scottish words and specific expression. The one's I have I'll list here, but I'm sure there is a LOT more.
Yer bums out the winda - you're not making sense
Backy - smoke, tobacco
Ball bag - insult
Bonnie - lovely, beautiful, sweet
Balloon - idiot
Bairn - child
Boggin - dirty
Crabbit - grumpy
Daftie - light insult
Bowfing - heavy insult, ugly
Steamin - drunk
Mink - gross person
Numpty - idiot (light insult)
Skelp - to hit lightly
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German
W sounds are replaced with v sounds
Ex: "we are one team" turns to "ve are vone team"
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Th sounds are replaced by z sounda
Ex: "that thing over there" turns to "zat zing over zere"
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When at the beginning of a word, s sounds turn to sh sounds
Ex: "seashells are super small" turns to "sheashells are shuper shmall"
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Y sounds turn to J sounds
Ex: "you know you like New York" turns to "jou know jou like New Jork"
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French
Again Th sounds turn to z sounds
Ex: "that thing over there" turns to "zat zing over zere"
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H sounds are silent and thus are replaced with '
Ex: "her hair is highlighted" turn to "'er 'air is 'ighlighted"
Note: there are still h's in the sentence but they are already silent so you shouldn't remove them.
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Russian
Small i sounds should be replaced by an ee sound
Ex: "the little man had kittens and kicks" turns to "the leetle man had keetens and keecks"
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Similar to a German accent, the w sounds are replaced by v sounds
Ex: "we are one team" turns to "ve are vone team"
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Boston accent
Th sounds are replaced by d sounds
Ex: "that thing over there" turns to "dat ding over dere"
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Another repeat of the ing rule, however this can be ignored liberally. So you can use it all the time, none of the time or only half the time and it still remains the same.
Ex: "We were drawin', writin' and singin'"
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Another use of lot of contractions, however you don't want to make any new ones up here. Just use them whenever there's a chance to.
Ex:"I will not, but why can I not?" Turns to "I won't but why can't I?"
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Australian
An Australian accent is mostly just slang words so if you're trying to write this I suggest you just look up a bunch of those words and use them. However I still have a few basic rules.
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Long I sounds are replaced with oi.
Ex: "I think nice people are liars" turns to "Oi think noice people are loiars"
Note: when it comes to y's that make a long I sound, just put an o in front of the y
Ex: "why is it my time to cry" turns to "whoy is it moy toime ta croy"
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Replace to (not too or two) with ta
Ex: "Troying ta work is hard. Too hard"
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The ing rule is back. Replace that g with a '. And again, it can be used liberally. Sometimes, all the time or none of the time. Just depending on how thick the accent is.
Ex: "We were drawin', wroitin' and singin'"
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And that's it! I hope this was able to help a few of you since having it all written down most defiantly helps me.
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noesapphic · 2 years
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Thomas and Joanna’s Journey 1/??
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So, I know it’s been a few days ago, but life went... wild. So here’s some Jomas fluff before the storm. Putting it under the cut because some excerpts are long. I thought I’d share a bit of the og novel for you alone <3. With that being said, happy bday @missameliep​ ! Hope you had a blast and that you like my small and very late gift to you!!
She had hidden in a barn, where only the horses and a random chicken could hear her, but they wouldn’t give her away. She panted as quietly as she could, waiting for a signal that he had given up. She didn’t notice, though, the figure behind her, and she only knew of his presence the moment he clumsily pinned her against the thin wooden wall, his trembling and calloused hands from work working on her unruly red hair with golden undertones, silky and smelling of plain soap and lilies she grew from her small cottage. 
She dared to open her eyes to see Thomas Coleman himself, with his wide blue eyes, pale skin, almost of Russian porcelain, and his dark hair, as dark as the nook of the night, when in a few hours the sun would come out and the stars glowed firmly. She smirked and changed positions, firmly pinning him against the wall, her hands on his hair and shoulders that did not have yet the strength, but definitely was building some after seven years working on the farm. His lips were as soft as a pillow, his grip on her hips made her sigh in content, her blood sinfully running all over her veins, that sinful second heart of hers beating fast. Before she allowed her carnal desire to get the best of her, she gently broke the kiss, taking a deep breath and smiling at him, letting him know he had done no wrong “Hello, you.” 
“Hello, yourself.” They both chuckled “So, that was, uh… something.” 
She bashfully looked away. “Uh, yeah, it was.” 
Joanna was not a shy person. She was in fact very straightforward and open with her opinions. She was able to look in the eye to a man and tell him that rapists deserve to be killed by their victims, that abortion was a woman’s decision and not the Parliament’s and that Anne Boleyn was not the bad guy, but Henry. But when it came to something so fresh and new as love, she was at loss. Though she teasingly told Dilsah that she was now a better kisser, while on sleepovers, she confessed that she struggled to find the words and the right thing to do. He took her breath away, however could he not? With his porcelain skin, his deep blue eyes, the same colour of the sea, and his dark, unruly hair. He was just seventeen, but he was aimed to be one of the most handsome men in the village. 
But it was not just his beauty what enthralled her: it was his wisdom at such a strikingly young age, his sweet and gentle demeanour, his ability to make her laugh and feel safe, his nurturing and generous nature and the way he loved everyone and was open and unapologetic by it. He had this bravery inside him, he had always defended her mother’s honour even if he ended up with a bloody nose or shunned from the meetings. He always talked them both up and praised them beyond their beauty. He always gave to the poor despite having a humble income. And he loved her for her, not her beauty or possible ability to give him sons. She was not a good country match: smarter than most boys, with red, unruly hair, striking beauty that did not make up for her strong character, her pride and obstinance, her feistiness and big mouth got her into quarrels. A self-made woman who took no crap from her male peers and always called them out even if it got her into trouble. Definitely not the air-headed, submissive and obedient wife who complied with his every command and gave him only sons would want. But Thomas was no regular countryman, and she loved that of him. 
And that is what she told him during a sunset at the small, hidden pond of the village, gazing lovingly into his eyes. It was late and was risking being chided by her mother, but Thomas’ wide smile and speech of reciprocation of feelings and sweet kiss erased that thought of her. 
Neither of them knew who started it, but perhaps the fact that everyone in the village was celebrating harvest or were asleep in their houses and thus wouldn’t be looking for them was the perfect excuse to finally give in to their desires. He had laid a warm blanket so she wouldn’t freeze or get a green gown, and as he kissed her, she jumped into his arms and he knelt, gently laying her on the blanket as his hand wandered to the hem of her dress. Before lifting it, he looked at her intensely in the eyes and asked her if she was sure three times before proceeding, encouraged by her. As their kisses became more passionate, the clothes between them grew scarce, and when both of them were the way their Gods brought them into the world, he kissed her forehead and begged her to tell him to stop if he ever hurt her or crossed a line. She took his face into her hand and whispered “Do not stop kissing or touching me, Coleman. That is an order.”
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allst0ries · 2 years
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Robin is surprisingly superstitious. It feels really really random to Steve, and also kind of dumb but they both know that monsters are real, and Russians invaded Hawkins, so he can't really argue against her. He tries every now and then, but it goes nowhere and he eventually just shrugs and accepts it.
He also tries to find the logic or pattern in it, but there really isn't one. She thinks spilling salt and breaking mirrors are bad luck, but she loves every kind of cats including black ones. She never pays attention to the cracks in the sidewalk, but if you tell her good luck before a performance, she'll threaten to skin you. Steve is honestly baffled.
Dustin surprisingly isn't. He's not superstitious himself, but he gets believing a little too hard in ordinary magic or that mundane life could be extra ordinary.
Steve has exactly one superstition – don't jinx it. He believes it super seriously, but tries to portray it lightheartedly like he doesn't.
When Robin finds out, she gives him so much crap for about 45 minutes. Then they argue before finally agreeing to a truce. The truce doesn't stop Steve from being super confused about Robin's superstitions, but it does mean he drops it faster.
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transingthoseformers · 8 months
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[Corrected list]
The G1 men who are women in at least one other continuity;
Override (Cybertron, Bayverse, Aligned, Animated maybe — there are two Overrides, one male and one female)
Joyride (Cybertron)
Tread( )bolt (Energon)
Cliffjumper (Armada)
Ironhide (Armada)
G2 Windrazor (Ask Vector Prime, Legends, 2007 toy)
Red Alert (Universe toy in Japan, Animated)
Bombshell (Cybertron)
Nightbeat (Animated)
Sunstreaker (Animated)
Wingthing (Animated)
Drag Strip (Animated)
Thunderclap (Aligned)
Whirl (Aligned, sort of — there's the male empurata Whirl in the Wreckers but also a female Whirl in Rescue Bots, the man barely exists in the continuity)
G2 Skyjack / Skyfall (Aligned)
Skimmer (Kreo)
Swoop (Cyberverse)
Nova Storm (Cyberverse, Earthspark)
Skywarp (Cyberverse, Earthspark)
Cosmos (Cyberverse)
Frenzy (Earthspark)
Devastator (Timelines)
Optimus Prime (Universe, an alternate of RID2001 Optimus who's male)
Scourge (Universe, alternate of RID2001 Scourge who's male)
Cindersaur (according to the tfwiki list some version of G1 Cindersaur, but the character page says nothing)
Mindgame (Beast Wars: Uprising)
Strafe (IDW1)
Lug (IDW1, IDW2 — there had been a male G1 Lug before her)
(X-)Throttle (tfwiki's list says so, no indication of gender on the page, not categorised as female)
Roulette (Universe)
Skyburst (IDW1)
Slide (IDW2)
Pyro (TransTech)
Circuit (Beast Wars: Uprising)
Sky High (Beast Wars: Uprising)
Broadside? (Beast Wars: Uprising)
Oiler (Beast Wars: Uprising)
Crush Bull (Beast Wars: Uprising)
Dub gender changes;
G1 Starscream (The Movie's french and turkish dubs)
G1 Shrapnel (The Movie's french and russian dubs)
Cyberverse Thrust (japanese dub — renamed Red Wing)
Miscallenous;
G1 Ratchet was originally imagined as female by Bob Budiansky until Hasbro banned him from putting women in their boy show
Cyberverse Jazz would apparently have been a woman if she'd appeared, despite the toy referring to her as male
I could still be missing some dub stuff. Also note that tfwiki considering characters "G1" means Generation One continuity family", and doesn't necessarily mean they were in the Sunbow cartoon or the Marvel comic or in the japanese sequel to the Sunbow cartoon. They could've debuted in IDW1 or even IDW2, or some random tie-in crap to something.
Also, the G1 bots who aren't male OR female in at least one continuity;
Acid Storm (Cyberverse —genderfluid propably, tfwiki uses they/them)
Overlord (Super God Masterforce — Literally half man and half woman, not sure what that means for Overlord's gender)
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I've seen people interpret Overlord's gender as genderfluid!
Iicr, yeah Cyberverse Acidstorm is officially genderfluid! I remember there being a whole lil excited thing about that when Cyberverse came out, Jesus fuck another sign I was trans damn I was so excited when I puzzled out that AcidStorm was (accidentally) not binary. From my memory, AcidStorm ended up having two different character models because some miscommunication on the animation team, in certain scenes seeming to "switch" gender between shots. sure in hindsight it seems a bit silly to take it so seriously, but at the time I went *nuts* (positive)
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castle-dominion · 7 months
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castle 7x4 child's play
the kindergarten episode liveblog
Sunset not a place where kids come out of the woodworks... Just idles into a wall with the music still on there was someone in there!?!? who was alive? I assumed there would just be one dead guy!
Ice cream. I always love the parallels that they put in this show *grips alexis in shock* Potato chip fudge <3 I love these folks this family this is so sweet Gram & I have it covered! *gram makes a face* but u should clean if they cooked, esp if you need a break before dessert RC: They are glad to have me back. And if fussing over me makes them happy – (he drops his voice) - enjoy it. Like you ought to be enjoying this potato chip fudge ice cream sundae. It’s got that whole salty/sweet thing going on. It’s just – just like me. xd just like me HE ANSWERS HER PHONE WHEN HER MOUTH IS FULL
RC: no kids lining up to buy Bomb Pops around here Me: yeah this is the neighbourhood where they buy bombs Oh no poor dad! Right, first gear.
I made a bunch of ukrainian friends yesterday, or a few ago. They drink like you wouldn't believe. The issue is, I don't speak ukranian so I couldn't play charades very well. Except for footsoccer which I called soccer & they called football, instead of handsoccer which I call football & they call soccer. These folks are from abkhazia tho.
Ooh graphic design.
rysposito matching outfits. nice set design Ryan going off to the station my man's stuff all gone Love ryan's tie btw
Wow his eyes are so blue Oh no it was a kid! Today's date
Castle chewing gum *grabs the toy off his desk* point for the adhd headcanon except adhders like me would NOT solve a puzzle,, ever. I'm too dumb for that. (some adhders would be great at it tho.) I like the youth officer's badge & character design *talking about him w/o realizing*
KB: So … basically we’re looking for someone who won’t intimidate them. An adult presence, in the classroom, that eight year olds will view as a peer. Someone that they can consider one of their own?
KB: Thank you, Mrs. Ruiz, for letting Castle spend time in your classroom. Leslie Ruiz: I wasn’t given much of a choice. KB: Well, then we apologize for the imposition. RC: Yes, but being 90% kid myself I have an ability to get into the minds of children. LR: Have you ever been in a room with twenty second graders, Mr. Castle? Me: yeah when I was one of the second graders
I thought it was haffe not djaffe
The quiet voice of a teacher. Wow very second grader of him. rude. Wow same kid rude. It's a good trope, adult having beef with some random kid. Castle kid moments *making faces* he started it *getting in trouble* it really solidifies his "just another kid" position Except for you at the end you're looking at the wall
the girl withthe tea party
Outfits my beloved. Killer was looking for smth. the field trip form!
these eight year olds have better hand writing than me holy-. Juicebox "feel free to use my desk" it's the only adult sized place there is
L Ruiz: That’s not it, Mr. Castle. These are kids and it’s my job to protect them. Even from people who mean well. thank her for the juice.
Where is ryan? we have especkett Ooh this would be a good point for ryan to jump in with a fac-- or not. Or yes! There he is & HOLY CRAP THAT VEST & HOLY CRAP THOSE EYES I AM TURNING A LITTLE BIT GAY
that's green?
yes but in this story the giant had a gun. Castle gets to play in the dirt at recess I love it giving information aaaand it's a movie. *covered in grass* & the little shit is back. He reminds me of the kid on my bus who I hated so much I transferred schools. But I wasn't allowed to hate him bc his parents died (& that's probably why he was so messed up ig...) *takes a picture* Even the kid he was playing with is laughing. I mean getting bullied will also solidify the idea that you are on the same level as these kids.
Dead drop, just like every other time we get a po box or safe deposit box. Russian accent or generally slavic? Where is ryan? I mean I LOVE especkett but where ryan? (the way esposito holds open the door hhh I wish I had better hands... men's hands, & then look at his posture)
Castle *getting beat up by children* I love it. & his full body gestures as he talks to bekcett Ok but if you stad stil you'll be fine, all the kids who were jumping would fall. & besides you need a lot more marbles than you think, it's like floor curling wax. What a thud! Emily!!! Emily helping him! She is opening up--NOOOOO HSDHUFIHFDSKLJ Typical teens.
AC: Where do you think you’re going? RC: Um … second grade? AC: Not without finishing your breakfast. She rushes toward him with a sack lunch and a forkful of breakfast. RC: I ate most of it and I just – I’m late. AC: Come on, Dad. Just one more bite. She holds the fork out to him. RC: Alexis, I do not have time – She forces the fork into his mouth. BECKETT tries to hide her laugh. I should clip. AC: Now, don’t forget your lunch. RC: takes it slowly, chewing. He grabs BECKETT’S arm and drags her to the door. RC: Okay, you’re right. It’s weird. I’ll talk to her.
I like how castle doesn't just go along with whatever she says, but takes it sideways. he was drinking tea, she offered sugar, he decided Yes And, it is not sugar but low glucose index fairy dust. Esposito would so make fun of him for looking like this but ryan would totally understand. One princess to another! jhdfjskdsfdlkjfjlk Jason >:( Castle giving good dad advice. RC: Emily, do you know why people do mean things? (EMILY shakes her head) Because it makes them feel strong. Really though, you and me? We’re the strong ones. We just keep our strength inside. So sometimes we forget it’s there. Emily: Like sometimes I forget I have gum in my pocket. RC: Exactly
Mrs ruiz was able to hear that lol Girl power! Oh jason's parents.. yeah jason is a bully bc jason is a bully. yes! Yes I have made progress! I've eliminated two & I'm building trust! & also they should just,,, check to see who has their permission slips in their backpacks or handed them in. That would narrow the pool by at least a couple students.
Where are their computers? I don't like ryan's 'fit. Do like how he's taken over the desk across from beckett tho. Every time I hear jaffe I hear readwrite chrome reading me fanfictioin where it says javier like ha-vee-erre (not jav-yed like I say it) & it says dja-vi not hah-vee
dun dun dun bratva
wikipedia: Abkhazia is located in the western Caucasus, on the eastern coast of the Black Sea. On the north, it borders the Russian Federation, on the east Georgia's Samegrelo-Zemo Svaneti region.
that country has like, a quarter of the mount of ppl in the city...
Clear? clear? ryan thigh holster yucky yuckly. At least he died on the tarp.
Oof you can hear she still is smelling it. Get some vapo rub on yo nose babe. Esposito eyeliner moments. (also wearing thigh holster.) sounds like a bad joke: Why kill a mob enforcer, an ice cream man, and a retired cop?
Oh all the goodbyes I love it! "I'm always in trouble!"
He got upgraded to leslie!!!
Ooh beckett looks good, those girls? in that denim? Mm! I'm turning from a kevin ryan lesbian to a kate beckett lesbian here. (*is not even a real girl*) Passport forgery? ryan is smart! the graphic design stuff! Caslte didn't sound right...
Castle is back "are you two married?"
OH NO IT IS THE KID WITH BEEF!!! He's a jerk-face! Both his parents were lawyers. Using the beef to pressure him.
not again! another one who wasn't there!
Oh but it was his sister. Was she small enough to fit in the ice cream place?
oh NO IT WAS NATALIE BARNES (also wow different dads is right)
Ah yes immigration.
NB: Anton’s route covered Brighton Beach. And there were a lot of Russians there. And he’d seen so many of them come here with the promise of a job and then their papers would be taken and they’d be forced to work in sweatshops or – or worse and Anton was trying to get them back home. NB: Well, Anton heard that Jaffe had a connection that could get blank passports, and Jaffe worked Brighton Beach as a cop, so he knew what was going on and – and he was sympathetic to the immigrants. KB: And you were the one with the high-tech design software. That’s why Anton took your class.
My man is being forced into making a passport for the guy who tried to kill him!?
It must hurt to watch & not be able to do anything.
Yeah man she needed the information to make him a passport
Bring your vests! Or not!
wait NO NOT THE CAMERA CASE *pans down to polkovnik*
*holds up hoto* *puts down photo* *face stays* Ooh the music!
Ooh the marbles!
KB: u ok? RC: Yeah. I’ve taken worse. In this classroom, as a matter of fact. (compared to getting beat up by a murderer & militia leader who is wanted for war crimes in the region between georgia & russia as well as three related homicides in new york)
Truce? truce. *both put signs on each other's backs*
MRS RUIZ GETS A MEDAL I'M SO PROUD OF HER. you're with second graders & you call castle a challenge! *making faces* Beckett's reaction lol
Remember when you did the same to her? Maybe let her leave the gps on. But don't let her check it.
*rolls in on a scooter* girl idk if aggravating her is a good idea She's so pretty & grown up. RC: I would feel the same way. Matter of fact, I did. AC: After paris
AC: Being an adult really sucks. Me: I'll drink to that bro Ice cream? How about pixzza.
get it from the nicks!
It's geetting late & I have a job interview tmrw.
Here's the plan: I'll wake up on like 4.5h of sleep, take a shower or maybe a bath so I can really scrub, wear my towel while I print off my letters & signed form thing & time sheet & all the stuff on the virtual classroom, & then I'll get dressed & pack my stuff & grab my bike & go... except idk if there will be a place to store my bike so I'll just bus. Let's say I have my interview at 11.00, the bus only gets there every however many minutes so I'll get there by 10.30, it's abt 45 mins & I need to leave the house at about 9.45, let's say it takes me 10m to get my shoes on (& stop whatever I'm doing & put on my binder) except let's round up to 15 bc then it's 9.30 which is a nicer number, 1h to get dressed & pack my backpack, 1h to print off my stuff & put it in my backpack & wait to dry off, 1h to wash, so that's 6.30 I need to wake up. (the waking up time & heating up the water won't take too long so I'm including it in the bath time, which is whyI am so so overestimating these numbers. I'm including more than I say.)
Wow for someone with as poor time management as me I would need to wake up at 6.30 for an interview at 11... holy crap. I'm broken my dudes.
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Random Headcanons: Vincent [Red Ghost]
Vincent has had to patch himself up several times when an extraction has gone fucking sideways. The weirdest to explain was when he accidently startled a veterinarian half to death when he broke into her clinic and "borrowed" some needle and thread. He did pay for it though!
Vincent actually really enjoys American music. Not even just stuff from the 30's or 40's. He tends to listen to metal if he is working on something, because, I shit you not, it helps him think. Technically speaking it's because it's basically white noise for him. He was use to thinking in loud environments, and now it helps him shut the rest of the world out.
Now he knows this is a sin against being Russian, but he HATES vodka. Hates the stuff. He might have gotten way too drunk when he first enlisted just before being sent off, and he has never touched the crap again.
That being said, thanks to the serum, alcohol BARELY affects him at all anymore. Which he is VERY pissed about. He still drinks beer and liquor on occasion just for the oral fixation and the feel of it, but he hasn't been able to get drunk since he was 20. So over 80 years.
[CW: body dysmorphia, body image issues, mental health.] Vincent doesn't talk about it AT ALL, but he has had serious body dysmorphia, and identity issues ever since his near death experience. Having over 60% of your body replaced with metal and wires will do that. But sometimes he will wake up from a night-terror or flashback, and be clawing at his implants.
[CW: Abuse, mental/ emotional manipulation.] Sten was Vincent's first love. The first time he ever had felt genuinely attracted to someone. Before that he thought that he just wasn't "into" anyone. Male, female, or anything in between. But Sten got under his skin and found what made him tick. He needed to to get him to do what he wanted. To get him into the secret ops experiments. But he also scared Vincent in a way that has made romance, attraction, and intimacy damn near impossible. 'Don't sleep with your handlers kids.'
Vincent's activation code is: "Red, Lion, Nine, fortress, king, silver, arrow, Achilies. You answer the higher call." And he so far has killed everyone who knows it except Natasha, and Fury. Natasha knows because he trusts her. And Fury knows it, because he is the boss that is keeping him out from behind bars.
Vincent was closest to his mother. When she died he was utterly lost because she was the only kind person in his life. His father was cold, and his siblings were only concerned with earning his love. Vincent eventually fell in line with them, and even joined the military like their father wanted. Even though he was good at it, he hated it. And he missed his mom.
Vincent had 4 brothers and a sister. He still has no idea what happened to them all.
More to be added.
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Remember the hospital Intel in 2018 also taylor swift tattooing her nipples with visible ink and her legs with invisible ink,
The invisible ink is my relationship with archangel Michael Don Dada and the visible ink is my relationship with 1776 john and blessing her into heaven like a asaneth my body and her body 1,
I could curse my family and activate my tattoos by going homeless and getting chris tucker etc to pick me up but it'sa pretty dirty deal considering fam love responsibility what not, I would automatically stop shutting crap and Egypt would pick up, kinda like what taylor swift did when she told her fam about me and how she felt and her deal with the gov made her imputent but staying afloat, hey she just couldn't work with it.
That's probably why she wanted me in jail from a voice I heard in 2018ish so she could rape mankind properly with the woman weakness. And the 1st born of the dead offered 40 years mental hospital to counter so he didn't go broke.
That's why I sent her to 1776 and where ever I choose with my gov and all my true girls everytime they lays with me 4 real or else it's heavens play and I'm sure the current gov does traces.
Halseys blessing comes in when I have children to activate 1776 inside them unleashing the child mafia that's why he wants control of Ukraine, halseys Russian and the war is on for gog and magog turf etc we hold up jerusalem every1 wants it.
Rihanna is reparations from on high scitz savants abilities to the chosen blacks as she sees fit.
Selena gomez is the ability to feel pain and cry as well as be happy and have fun and automatically bring healing and life when we lay.
Katy perry is to make Christianity legal and the christains throw true party's and see angels etc.
Magdala is forbidden cause it turns women into men, hence euphrates river, cause Cinderella is a fable and voldemorts name is not to be spoken. Airor doesn't exist like a random girl instantly falling in love with you and moving in the same day and it's forever real doesn't exist cause they thought your looks really hurt her ... if it wasn't hers. But I keep hope alive.
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If nothing else, now trying Project Brutality on I am the Painkiller difficulty with Death Wish spawning now beyond episode 1
7/21 night Can't sleep.
A question for deciding what format a recreation of my honest Mario 64 dreams which are mostly nightmares would be, what format would work best for the setpiece that's going to be right there when you enter the front lobby? For some reason, based upon a view from beneath of the llama in DK64's Angry Aztec after freeing him and seeing it in a temple, I had a nightmare of having the same view of a fire-breathing dragon filling up the lobby from Super Mario 64 when you enter, and when it happens, the respawning setting you back through the entry doors to the same room creates a potential infinite loop which has to be actively broken. It's a definite thing that if you enter through the front gates of the castle in the clouds, you get the uncanny fire-breathing dragon burning you alive in an infinite loop of respawning.
That's probably the only part that sounds profound, where the rest sounds like some random crap, although the absolute level of negative emotional aura that comes from them might make them stand apart from everything else, but that would require a dedicated dramatic lighting system.
In the past weeks, I've had multiple dreams taking place in either apartments or weird college dormitories where, in keeping with the theme of SH4 that you can't get out, even if it's just the apartment as a whole, Walter Sullivan can be found in the apartment room itself. He talks in the usual demeanor but like he's some real hot shit. It's *very* disturbing. The last one was in a revisited section of apartments where if you set off a tripwire event, either Walter Sullivan shows up to where you have no choice but to jump out the window onto the ground more than a story below, or Two Pyramid Heads show up for the same event, or all of them. After that event, running away because of who's pursuing, it becomes a new iteration of this idea of Silent Hill being a very sprawling open world, where people actually live in it and it seems like monsters only come out at night. Here, it's the dead of night.
Update I don't think there's much of my dreams I personally appreciate that isn't something bizarro.
7/22 night There is another Lacey's games
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I feel like there was a horror fantasy that existed in my mind with representations of pig people from Courage the Cowardly Dog that was never really played out in the show itself that appeared here. Honestly, it could have been a lot worse
Update We're going to transcribe the actual quote from Earthbound that I found to relate to internally and see if it actually reflects the same sentiment.
"That's right, I'm a bus driver. For now, I'm resting. Life is long... take it easy, chubs." *refers you to get acquainted with your town map (if you have it)*
So it's surprising that there were three words out of that that apply, and I still took the existential aspect of it. Actually no, the whole setting of Twoson as a world expansion embellishes the quote
Update It's too long
7/22 I finally got overproof again Even in the other sections besides rum, they don't have any of the labels with more than 100 proof on it. They're all more like 40% ABV.
I'm not exactly playing Russian Roulette, but I think this has to do with the fact that I feel like the actual mandatory part of my mission is over
My mom's having me go on a diet starting about now - her making me do things takes the form of her self-talk in nagging me about it finally taking shape as some statements start to stick in her mind and eventually I'll be doing computer programming
The real effect of this stuff is that, in the same way it's said old age is your second childhood, I want to be able to not worry about things for once
I really don't think it matters if I die drinking while failing at Cuphead and Mugman
You guys, you can leave anytime
I'm starting now because my parents are going out to eat somewhere *they* want to go, while they already took me out the other night already and I told them to just leave me home this time, and it's Sunday tomorrow, where they're off at church half the entire day.
Ask a neurotypical churchgoer how it's benefited them over personally reading the King James Version - the fact of it being impossible to actually get through to them to actually communicate that is another evidence we're living across a dimensional rift effectively from these people
I literally don't want to hear "*just* be nice to people", because if you were going to limit it to *that*, don't even go to church
I don't know what letting the situation develop is even going to yield: there will still be the usual response of, "oh, poor white people! (that's sarcasm - get real)"
I mentioned about a month earlier in a lower post being updated on deviantart inspiration coming from the author of Ulysses - that was at the very top of the list of national-class-selected literary works to do a book report on in senior year of high school, and I just jumped on it - I know about his niece's(?) reaction take on it, and it was that he had finally gone mad. What would it actually be like to write like that
You can't lazy-man your way through Cuphead and Mugman. Easy clears don't clear the level barriers.
When my uncle Bob and some other relatives, one of whom was from Germany and only spoke that language, visited, Bob was more than willing to play videogames in the spare time we had here. We played Bioshock on Xbox 360, and that was about the point where I deemed it a major goal to visually review Xbox 360, PS3, and PC versions of this game to determine which has the most charm. I thought it was just the PC version - big surprise - but I haven't gotten my dad to play Bioshock ever since that.
I don't want to think about this: what would perfecting a system likened to James Joyce's writing style for mirroring thoughts benefit other than tech giants who already survey psychology
Buckets of water being dumped on your head, water balloons, and supersoakers - things I won't experience again because I'm too mature now - technically there was always paintball, but - no real commitment, so I never went into it
I honestly don't even care about this enough to make it a legitimate issue, but evidently my dad never had enough respect of what a higher IQ means relative to the need to have other people teach you things versus reading about them in person firsthand - my mom was the one who really valued the fact From what I've seen, she doesn't know what autism means and just thinks it's an automatic effect of such an IQ, which is why she insists upon it
I think about contrarianism to the status quo on enough layers, and all that comes to mind is anti-natalism (Antinatalism - Wikipedia) - we need something more nuanced than that
Anti-natialism, except it's that meme, paraphrasing, I grew up knowing the world would be cold and unforgiving, but I never imagined it being this gay and stupid
That Biblical reality "know yourself" - I think I'm overdoing that to a fault But I don't have anything better to do - even doing my homework doesn't seem like as much a progression
The biggest blunder I've made with some viewers socially I think is this act of mine of taking up the challenge with people who think that it's alright to amount unresolvable conflicts to violence by their word - so in a sense they're *hypocrites*, because the same isn't valid And yet in their terms, they're still absolutely right - I just sense brainwashing
I've done all this drinking, and I've even listened to some of the music too, but I've never gone to a club before - I've heard you're not missing anything
Okay, just sum it up to this: I had a bunch of artworks on deviantart which I never really went through explaining the energy itself of, and that was for a long while, a very long time.
I just went over them. Basically: There's unresolved trauma
*I will play Saya no Uta* and see what results
With the way you can barely even find it in stores, I think I *will* just hold it against people that they aren't "overproof" in their convictions, if you know what I mean Actually, in fact, I've never considered it a bestowment to be smarter, in IQ (there is a *big* gangstalking cue going on right now) - like, could I just consider myself "extra" and leave it at that?
I've heard the saying "too smart for your own good" - if you're a Christian, "he who knows what is right and does not do it has sinned" itself gets complicated?
I mean, if it comes down to it: the kind of discourse I wanted to have was bridging the gap between the veritable "dimensions" of politics and its underbelly. So if things are going easy on me the whole way through, I'm doing something wrong.
A memory: in Boy Scouts, there was a quarry by a standard place scouts would go to camp out in in interconnected cabins with wooden platforms with ladder-stairs. But when it came down to that competition in the quarry, where we were doing capture-the-flag I became a ninja
Yeah, somehow nobody noticed me rock-climbing
The day before, some adults with their sons were showing off guillie suites and what they could accomplish
Feeling like "getting it" doesn't mean *shit* when everybody's goal who is a white male made self-aware is to drop out
I wish working my ass off didn't now mean doing the same thing as conformist "beaners" and "pajeets" who will just do whatever the establishment of corporate governance *wants* them to do
I actually like working my ass off when all the connotations aren't involved because I need something to keep myself distinguished from people with lower IQs to convince myself I'm not lacking despite the fact
It was specifically when, in community college, not *even* a liberal arts college, that a college computer science textbook on the back cover said (when I knew about homosexual programmer socks) "you know you want it" - no more
I love you guys I frequent, but I wish Original Content (OC) wasn't so sparse and far between
Is it an overstatement to say you guys are keeping me sane?
If the situation shifted to where working your ass off like boomers virtue-signal no longer identified implicitly with the establishment, I think I would go ahead and *do* it
Update I know I denounce atheism as people who have a mangled image of what it means to have a father figure, hence by proxy slandering the Bible and its Lord, but when it comes down to it, I don't have any positivist image of a father as a spiritual leader.
My dad is a computer programmer, and he is obsessive.
One reason for not wanting to just ramble about my true feelings, despite the fact that I'm articulate enough for it: there are true sick fucks monitoring my thoughts, so for example, the concept of going more in-depth with something like the way Earthbound's cave music sampled in creepypasta actually kind of entices me would have consequences on the other end.
If you get drunk enough, unironically pool hentai files, real-life or otherwise
That's not thinking of just anybody involved
I'm sorry
But honestly, asking my older cousin about the concept of sharing porn just to have him be reviled or something to that effect, I was surprised, mainly because he specifically said what *he* had would be too *much* for someone like me, in *my* league - so...
But that's the same guy who said he took it up the ass (to try it? (?)) (He said it wasn't great)
Update There are a lot of videogames that were for simpler platforms that I wouldn't consider to be any good now - that's simply because I'm older
*None* of my best hentai is recent
Update It seems like, even if I *did* go a little off the rails, for the rest of you, that moment would be just what is called "trouble in paradise"
I feel like I'm being tickled all over Sorry
Update I threw up. I want to think there's some meaning to the purists' "pray the anime away", but even now, it seems superficial
The pioneers threw up when dining with the Native Americans after a long trek, and then kept eating. I don't know.
Update Maybe the drinking is a cry for help.
I'm just playing Earthbound to whatever game over My parents just got home from Bellacino's with pizza Ouch
Update By my mom's metric, she would be saying her nerves are shot right now.
Real talk - the way liberal professors said they were shocked by the state of pupils from their generation then growing up, what if I'm also a complete and utter dumbass in my example
Update I remember being on a cruise ship with my parents on the sea to Jamaica and back, where I could barely stomach it. I hate this. This is worse than that.
Update It might be according to gangstalking, but my mom always says "*no* alcohol!" whenever we go to Wal-Mart (to no avail) - I *want* to be able to relate to other people in that regard.
I don't want everything to remain superficial. I'm always so pent-up, unconscious restraint always accomodates for what everyone else considers a conscious moral. In my case, it's not even conscious, but practically against my will.
Update What my dissenters among friends post, I would appreciate if you posted something extremely weird that took me by surprise.
Update after some sleep One thing's certain: If that comment I saw about how you have to just accept certain things as they are if you want to do Dark Souls had any merit, we wouldn't be seeing the mass dropout rate of white males from the system as the result of the current awakening. Instead those people would be *in* the system *doing* something.
7/23 night The latest Lacey's games, I'm still thinking about it (suddenly there was a big booming noise like a thunderstorm was coming again - there's another one)
7/24 How to get out tha hood in 3 easy steps
1: Run. Really fast
I have this thing where, if I'm not doing it all at the last second with all of the worrying involved in that, it feels like I'm just giving final affirmation to conformism once and for eternity
Update Okay. I think I've struck something. I remembered that during the time when I had to learn Physics II at the college level in under two weeks because there were *other* subjects that needed that same treatment as well, there was a way of looking at things that didn't stick but was there for that time where instead of looking at the individual items of information as things that need to be read into, like where women expect men to be psychics, instead just take everything at face value for what can be read out in that span of time per se and then just move on until you find the better explanation of those things in the text. That seems to have worked.
Update It seems like what we went into getting myself medicated to address, but there doesn't seem to be anything to specifically get me to stop looking too deeply into things once I'm set in the grind of doing them rather than just continuing to look at them at face value to get the raw information that constitutes the education and nothing else.
Update Unironically all I did so far was stop sitting on the side of my bed with the table right in front of it and used the desk chair and boosted it up to one of the higher seat positions, and I'm going through this faster. Also, I just got through sleeping all last evening to this afternoon, barely unbroken - about 19 hours
Now I don't know what people mean when they say being drowsy when you get up is because you sleep too much, because I had that when I woke up in the morning, but after then sleeping until the afternoon, it felt divine.
Update I think the reason I always wanted to try to go back to the mentality I had with school when it was just elementary school had to do with the fact that before people saw how far ahead I would try to go on my own and condition me not to, it seemed like everything was going to be a cakewalk. But then it turned out to be a matter of sitting and *waiting* for 90% of the duration of anything that does exist in this world, because that *is* how it is structured.
Now, for some reason, even when I do make significant progress, it feels like all the waiting involved in the classroom setting has passed also, and it's like I feel the pain of all that, and that discourages me.
Update Eventually, trying to type out all the material, which I do need to do to keep focused enough to internalize the material, starts to sound like rambling for its own sake, and there's nothing I can do about that.
Update Okay, this is an exception. For once, I've slept long enough to not want to go to sleep as soon as I try drinking, and that will probably not happen again any time soon because I don't sleep enough.
What are goals
So as soon as I'm done helping put away dinner, it's on
Update I hate how it's basically true in my case that alcohol, or a bit of it, loosens your inhibitions with interacting with other people where you couldn't otherwise. If that wasn't the case, what if I just lived my life?
Honestly, in a way, I wanted the experience in order to honestly make the judgment against people who are perpetually poor, but when it comes down to it, for most people, who aren't high-IQ and potentially neurotic, I don't see them get all existential about it like me. I think "overqualified" is a real concept here.
I honestly wonder why no one's made the consideration, what if tranny people actually had a reassignment surgery that worked in every sense that they claim? Right now, it doesn't - but science fiction has gone there long before this has been relevant. What if the reason people aren't open about it isn't even because they're uptight per se but because they're consciously aware, from experience these past generations, that every metapolitical issue is being used as a proxy for the whole of political correctness now? Because in that case, *I'm* not even going to go there now.
In Portal 2, I liked the saying they used that it takes someone particularly bright to make decisions this bad, which is their explanation for how the main character robot with the Irish accent got created. But in that is also something implicit: that regular stupid isn't simply going to create a high-level infraction just like that, by mere chance. In that is an implicit anti-evolutionism, because of the logic used. And I basically just now thought of the connection between that and sin as "missing the mark", in its Biblical meaning - it takes someone getting very close to the original meaning to then mess it up in their example for everyone else. That sounds like what sin meant Biblically, if that's the definition they were going by: literally leading the lambs astray. The meaning "to miss the mark" for sin Biblically illustrates how it can be done by accident.
I *would* like for church to feel more "real", not coming from myself as a complete outlier but from other people in those positions. But if it's like the accusations to Protestantism say, and all they're going to do is create their personal translations, then what's the point
Update The base level of discourse online is so bad - oh, please, *justify* me staying sober!
This seems to be the drill by now: start to post less as you drink, but if you have a memory come back because of it, you can post it
People used to talk using the home telephone, and conversations used to be a kind of art - at least from what I've heard, but you get the idea
I don't even use social media for sociality, at all, whatsoever
It was because I actually used Steam's chat for more socialization than actual social media that I mistakenly tried painting it as "social media" in a class that called for it, expecting every student to come up with something unique, and it was weird
I shouldn't have even been in a class for social media, other than that that's where I learned firsthand that they've been using algorithms even for things like new music for years.
I just remembered something. It used to be a thing in ancient history to take melodies that already existed and compare them for their chord progressions. I don't imagine that's what was in mind with these algorithms. No, according to the class, it's because of things that keep the majority's attention most likely, over anything else.
If you're tired about hearing about me, imagine how I feel having to be myself.
Update I can't share just my personal desires with the masses
What if it's true that the kinds of people who are great writers aren't great leaders and that the kinds of things expected of great leaders, I *don't* have in mind?
Dude, I think I finally found the words for what I was trying to say: Movies like Finding Nemo, the original, movies that came out like that once every so often now are so rare
Every so often, a thought in the ballpark of this surfaces - people always consider horniness an unwholesome thing, but is there no form in which these urges can be taken out in a way that is? Clearly not for kids, but still.
One thing I heard recently is that in this rare case someone got a virgin bride, all that sexual energy that would normally be taken out (these days) on many men is all focused upon you, and they said they found it cute.
Come to think of it, we're so far removed from colonial Americana, it shouldn't even be *attempted* to be pushed under the rug and hidden
Update I saw Common Filth call out escapism which I'm liable for and not give any alternative, not anything that stood out as meaningful
Out of all the people coming out of the "woodwork" to be reactionary to me, I don't see anyone per se trying to "correct" me
Honest to Lord God Jesus, there were people written about in the Bible like John the Baptist who survived just on berries
It just occurred to me that in Biblical times preceding the New Testament, it was written pastors would be struck down by lightning if they approached their preaching scene in the improper mindset to preach for the Lord. Why did that happen?
I'm not special. I may be very precise and accurate, for things that can be known by simple means, but actually being special categorically - I don't think so.
The sense of childish wonderment goes above and beyond that of commitment. Memories like going into the 1994 2.5-D Jurassic Park arcade booth for the first time have no precedent today.
I'm trapped in a sort of cycle of preferring my dreams over reality to then just want to wake up from some of them that are more like nightmares
I don't like the President F*ck Joe and tha Hoe Seriously, who elected that shit? Are you serious? Do these people hog oxygen?
My gangstalking bugging makes people intimidate me, but I wish you people yourselves would impress me. That's stone-cold.
Update And come to think of it, I don't think, even among the people I frequent, there are a lot of people who teach the fear of the Lord out there.
That's where I come up with the half-baked ideation that, for what it is, the fear of gangstalking *is* the modern fear of the Lord, and that's that.
Imgur: The magic of the Internet
I'm given this information online - what more do you want from me
That's in accordance to Biblical age of consent - therefore - what more do you want from me
(Ripe age: 14)
Update Okay, okay, and then you have, how else then are we going to convict these pedophiles in high positions? You're saying you don't have the info already on Satanic ritual abuses?
No really. It seemed machiavellian to me to convict the upper class on pedophilia charges when it's in that age range
Update I've seen it memed organically by people IRL on the Internet only a few times, but for some reason it makes me feel guilty because of the detachment of it: this image of a train station master keeping the time on his pocketwatch, like that's the higher standard above people's feelings. I don't feel good about that. It's emotionless. But at the same time what is unbiased science
Update I really think boredom as a thing with me with people's uploads isn't pronounced enough - in all honesty, I don't know *what* I'm missing, but I have that interest in the surreal aspect of my own dreams that never goes fulfilled
I want someone's intimidation to me for once to not be in an anal way that's completely hollow and unfulfilling
I slept for 19 hours, so despite heavy drinking, for once I can stay up with it without the typical drowsiness - "I take my life like I kept it - up mah sleeces"
You know, I never *thought* of that - for all the celebrities saying that you have to feel pain to assure yourself that you still feel - I've actually heard that there is such a thing as the celebrity who will want to go off and live in a log cabin with a thirteen-year-old girlfriend and never be heard from again, but you can't search that up! I've only in-person heard of it.
How do I describe my barriers to morality? You see things like Bioshock create an extreme example where you obviously are instructed implicitly not to take them up. Is that "poisoning the well"?
I actually *like* the sensation of being at the borderline of my nerves being shot.
You know how your limbs will go to sleep, left under pressure from other body parts long enough? Some people know about that, from what I've heard in-person. It feels like that.
It's like I'm trying to come up with my own "Qabbalah" so it feels iike my life constitutes something
There's a certain level, I'm like the people who never had their asses kicked back throughout grade school to learn from it - but these are subjects not talked about
I want somebody to be tough. I'm so depressed
Update That Trump tape that was so renowned had the same effect as leaks of elites saying you can just take the child prostitutes freely - they're already conditioned for it - not one of the people who visited Epstein's Island has been arrested
Update I don't know how to make text small, but I've had dreams more than I'm comfortable with with, indescribably long tunnels that you have to crawl through - SH4 does come to mind - I don't like it - it's very uncomfortable - some are underwater at the same time - and that's how you get to certain areas that are considered divine in nature as secret areas
As for people who *have* gone through the childhood trauma between the ages of 3 and 4 or so to get a split personality - should they even be allowed to remain alive?
Update Commander Keen, the first three episodes of which were in my childhood throughout, was said to have an IQ of 314, much, much higher than even Jimmy Neutron - what would it be like to have a virtually infinite IQ
Update I'm steady used to everybody considering someone showing off at *my* level being just because I'm a virgin
Update All things considered, it's kind of stupid for me to consider alcohol in the same way that people like my own dad would consider spice level that goes up to Habanero or Ghost Chili peppers - in either case, though, you *could* be hospitalized, and yet my dad still considers it, if only in irony
Idiotic, idiotic - don't do this
Nothing seems like a skill issue anymore; it just seems like a time commitment issue to the dungeon crawl.
Update /pol/ had a logical point they considered their "razor" - is this the "razor" when it comes to real life? People back up through the 70's had *their* idea of what futurism would be like, which has taken precedence up through our own era, really, but socially, you're like, no, age of consent has to remain the arbitrary state it's at - and no matter what, that's because of more modern social insufficiencies, because it's not Biblical. I don't know *how* one would expect to get through the social insufficiencies that are the modern world as a concept as opposed to the ancient world. Well, if you can't just say, it's the jews - then what are you left with? Floundering in the wind
Update I want people there to be able to give me checks-and-balances even at a time like this. The occasional "you fucked up on something potentially" while I'm just sober sounds like virtue-signaling if left entirely by itself And I don't mean a diss by that - I mean what I said by the statement I'm just not impressed, by anything - that's true.
Update I could never get anyone do "do their homework" on what *I* put out - they just put out reactionary videos. No diss, but it's enough that I feel alone
*Small text* I don't know why I think of this now, but there was slated to be an Artemis Fowl movie back in the day of that book series, but it broke up due to financial reasons - I knew someone who actually did the in-depth bottom-of-the-page decoding I read some of the books
Yeah there used to be book sequels to where there would be lore like that, like a sequel to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory that goes above and beyond the surrealism of the elevator at the end - I only vaguely heard about things like that
That was the point I was trying to make, with such references
How am I going to renounce drinking in the future? By admitting somehow that the kind of interest I have now in now rereading books like A Series of Unfortunate Events was not just completely dependent on entering this state, when in reality it kind of was.
Update Related to this state, I've heard in PSA material that it takes 5 entire minutes to drown when pushed under rocks underwater in the currents
I've heard that Monogatari was the primary reason a lot of anime started getting more normalized toward pedophilia
Update How are races supposed to come to terms in America when eventually, it's going to be like, what are we going to do with all the strictly non-conforming? Real questions
"Conservatively", could we have set a limit to illegal immigration such that such an address would no longer be necessary? No one ever brought that one up
Update That your concept of "principled" as a conservative means you can't make an address to the gross exceptions that have been made already - is this real history? Yes, yes it is.
Update I hate youuuuuu
Yeah, the hardest thing to break to people which is still entirely concrete in its truth is that we can't simply take in the entire third world which constitutes the majority of the earth's population and still retain (super-exaggerated) *our democracy*
If I hadn't bought so much alcohol, I could have afforded a mid-tier external hard drive by now and have been playing things like Bioshock Inifinite on this notebook from 2022 for $500. But then my parents would ask me, where did the rest of the memory go
Apparently you have to be an accepted gamma male(TM) to even use the N-word, and that's without the hard-R. There was one point at which I think I got the N-word pass
Update I wish I wasn't universally shadow-banned. That way if I wanted to for example, I could ask, do you want me to continue work on the original release of Ib in 2.5D? It was left at the lobby section for the sake of just giving an example of what the conversion could look like Now there's not going to be an answer given
Update There's so much pressure against people "being white" - maybe that's the reason I'm getting drunk right now
So, at best, speak as a gamma male, not as a "white person"
Update I plain spent too much money on booze in total. If I didn't feel like I was one some kind of mission with it, I wouldn't have.
Update I honestly can't handle as much as i thought. I'm struggling with about the same amount that made me throw up last time.
What if in the end I think I'm entittled to the same welfare that black people are, because I'm simply lazy
Update If I had the motivation, or whatever you call it, to see everything like I did the second grade, that would just be miraculous
I wish my individual life would have higher stakes than just, do what you're told, or we'll throw you away
Viva Pinata (Yes, this is a message a la Q's quest to decipher a message a la "drink your ovaltine")
That'th so *dope*
*smacks lips* ayo where tha white women at?
Update Pussy-vagina - "here -" Pussyvagina
7/26 As a last measure to experimenting with alcohol, I'll see just how much I can still be productive on, as opposed to doing nothing as usual. In fact I am so uptight that a little went a long way.
Update I just remembered something from "back in the day". DK64 had creepy segments where a set of gun sights would start moving around the screen trying to lock on with a timer, introduced with a very harsh voice-over of "Killers!" Even as a kid, it was like, they're introducing the concept of contract killers in a game meant for kids? And the first time it happens is in Angry Aztec's creepy temples whose music is already questionably disturbing for such a game.
Update Things I want for *Christmas* No more gangstalking engines revving in the near distance For some things like a lawn mower going every Wednesday can be chocked up to somebody's schedule, but these revving noises are much more specific than that. But also the start and stop times of the lawn mower are tuned to this as well.
I don't know why *nothing* is a better medication for everyday work than a bit of alcohol as self-medication. From what everybody around me has told, that's *stupid*. I think it's just them *saying* it, though
What if people disrespected people in the way that people do when they don't respect the institution of "muh science", and not *even* the scientific method I'm already used to it. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to keep quiet and out of trouble with these people. But what if *they* had to put up with it? Bitch
Honestly, with this mindset from the substance involved, come to think of it, there's probably a sense of tactile satisfaction that comes from everyday productivity that keeps people *doing* it. I don't have such a thing normally at *all*. That's why then when you have something legitimately hard pop up, it springs me out of my seat and back to bed without a thought being involved
I'm absolutely idiotic. Back in grade school, I had the drive to blaze through anything in curriculum I wanted because it was all compact enough you could do that with little extra effort. That's all I get a sense of satisfaction from, not the course material itself
Even back in college, I wanted to prioritize at some point typing out the Bible in the way you would a textbook, if you do that kind of thing, but what happened - there is so much capitalization, at least one of my pinkies blows out
Maybe trauma does even more to people than what has been let on, because I'll usually find satisfaction in the *setting* of something and be more prone then to space out than actually partake in the thing itself like everyone else is doing
I actually really like Yakisoba noodles, but only the beef kind - they're cheapest at Aldi
Surviving on just Ramen noodles through college - do people really, because they always tell you throughout school you need enough sleep and eating right in order to do well on your tests
I got a 93% on the ending exam for another major section just now, and that's on some alcohol. At the same time I see and I *don't* see what somebody was saying by exclaiming that all these people who get drunk casually think they're in control - I guess you're saying that all of those people don't have that mechanism of keeping oneself in check - because I'm self-aware of it to the extent, you would know just to wait for one second and reassess - that's not on *much*, though
Update I'm having the dream from last night come back hard for some reason - because of the appearance of Kyubey and some other similar creature, there were sudden ruptures that would go through entire blocks of city, leaving everyone dead in its wake, and the only way to get away was to pass through a territory completely owned by Mexicans or something who would attack if they recognized you as not one of them
Apartments with really high floor numbers keep recurring
So classic games, I've already played out the meaningfulness of, and I'm not obsessive to the point of wanting to grind them for particular high scores. Kind of feels the same way now for anything productive - replaceability is absolutely real, and I *realize* that.
It might just be good advice to try to save up on cash in America and then move to a different country where inflation won't be so high.
Honestly, where is the elementary-school rendition of the sense of innate competition going to come from that I say, I'm going to really get ahead in this program - I already have the decent grades to prove myself - actually let's put aside the fact that I have a General Transfer Studies degree - that doesn't get you anything.
It's just that, am I supposed to compete with people in the sense of outdoing how caught up in the system that's going to work them as hard as they can get away with I am?
In Silent Hill 2, there was a definite theme with the basement's basement where someone was locked up where they said they lost their precious ring down there but would never, ever go back. In Silent Hill 4, it seems like that theme has been made into the home in which you live, because of the situation in there. I just feel like 2 and 4 mesh together more as a narrative than the others, and 1 and 3 are left as the "cult" games.
Update So what are the drawbacks to trying to correct things any further hoping to prevent the collapse? It would cause retaliation to go even further.
With this way I'm diagnosed to no tangibility in effect - you can't simply tell a man just following orders he's fucking up
Maybe with some of these people, you're really talking about the fact that their sense of "sticking up for the little guy" entails defending a man just for only doing what he's told, when that's the means by which the earth has experienced its most numerous deaths by genocide.
That's what I tried to say with mentioning people's "better sense of judgment" - that that could just as well have been conditioned into them by someone's orders.
Update Being pressured to do homework to where I was at the boderline of being in a frenzy doing it, I could bypass the fact that the way I normally look at things sober interprets everything as if it's trying to be poetry or something.
Frankly, I want to be able to do this type of thing like it's my laundry and be done with it.
Update much later It got me worked up, but I got over it and found out what I thought was wrong about 7th-gen visuals on PC - typically the "very high" lighting settings are overkill for the level of visuals to where it made it seem somewhat more synthetic where these were visuals that started to look organic up close for the first time. Not even resolution is as high-priority as that, although I made a similar decision with 1080p being overkill for its range as well.
I got Unreal Development Kit downloaded again. What are we going to do with it? Nothing because I'm not skilled.
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