#sam bigotes

[incorrectquoteslooneytuneslatino]

Elmer Gruñón: (apuntándole a Bugs) Firme, constante, lento y suave.

Sam Bigotes: ¿Vas a dispararle o a embarazarlo?

Elmer Gruñón: ¿?

Fuente: The last of us (2023)

#looney tunes #incorrect quotes #classic looney tunes #looney tunes clásicos #bugs bunny #elmer gruñón #elmer fudd #sam bigotes #yosemite sam #the last of us

[evilhorse]

It’s not bad enough that you’re pushing junk…you gotta be a bigot to boot!

#captain america #falcon #the falcon #sam wilson #new costume #boot to the head #bigot #drug dealer #justice #Gary friedrich #gray morrow #marvel comics #comics #70s comics #bronze age comics

[samaspic31]

Wow I sure love following the crew behind my favorite animated movies on twit- [is subjected to Matt Walsh praise and horrible anti choice activism]

#Matt Williames morgens from klaus animation supervisor ur a bigot ✌🏻 #sam speaks

[onehandshort]

Switched to a new birth control and I think it's making me more agro cause I've nearly started several arguments today and I just gave in and got into it. We will see if I end up regretting this and maybe I'll get branded as a communist or something.

#sam talks #sam rants #i dont expect this to go well but im so fucking tired of seeing racist xenophobic bigots everywhere #just in general extremely done with everything

[nomaishuttle]

anything exciting going on today guys. ive been playing sdv all day due to the devil resides within me

#got to winter so im doing ginger island stuff #its. sigh. yk... #my mod t fix it is like. the dialogue + portrait changes are in place but not. the spritez? which annoys ne ... #also my one mod t make ermm. winter star less christmassy seems t be messing up.. bc the sprite to replace the christmas trees is like #its there but. Behind the christmas tree? like it loaded both at once. #i havent xhabged the settjngs for that Or my map mod so idk..bc it wa working fine in year 1... mgght just hsve t dig in deeper and check.. #i also umm disabled my sprites + portraits mod for the ginger island charactsrs so HOPEFULLY that helps. i havent reloaded le game yrt so #mabye tmrw itll be all fixed... grins #BUT. not 2 brag i got both of the winter fish i was looking for in 1 day... first day of winter zlets go gamers. and thats all j rly hsd #for winter. the rest is umm. my last 2 spring thangs (apricot and legend) and then the aby season stuff which i think atp is. liteeally #just the ginger island stuff... so i should have that done by spring !! very exciting 4 me.. #anorher issue abt the umm diverse ginger island mod is. i HAVE the addon t make the portraits look nicer but. Ohh i dont mean to be hateful #rheyre still so insanely ugly 2 me the portrsits 😭😭 they just are not up to par #also ngl i think a lot of the changes are like. idk. some of them feel entirely just. lame. #like idk how 2 say this withiut sounding like a bigot whos like LESS GAY PPL but like. the problem with ginger island wasnt. that birdie #was mourning her husband instead of her wife. yk #i also think its just kinda WEIRD t like. age leo up sm. and to make him have a gay thing with sam like idk. i think it was possible t just #have an islander kid. and not be weird abt it.. but idk.. #IDK. thats like. hateful. and i do rly appreciate the likee. yk. i appreciate rhe goal of the mod and i find it t be. better than canon #Not that thats hard lord. im just like idk.. #i just dk. im rly conflicted on it #i wish there were more like. options t choose from irt to ginger island rewrites yk. #i saw like one other whej i was sesrching but iirc it was like #I LOVE GINGER ISLAND AND HOW IT WAS HANDLED! i just wanted to add MORE <3 and its like. ok man

[interdimensionalvoid]

Would you guys like to see what Sam gars looks like

That way you can properly imagine drop kicking him

#don’t worry he does have some #character development #and learns not to be a bigoted asshole #if Sam can do it anyone can

[troglobite]

i finally watched the music video for unholy and like i see what c*nservatives are mad abt but like if the live performances of it are only ever as ~racy~ as the video...

i mean that shit's p tame (for us--i'm not saying it's not transgressive, i'm saying jfc ppl are so sensitive and boring if THIS is what they're mad abt). lol like idk if i've just become accustomed to seeing that kind of imagery and performance but that shit was like. honestly endearing? and v pretty? and not at all like...deeply upsetting. lol

mainstream shit is getting so fucking c*nservative and boring and scary. like come on, lady gaga has done racier stuff than that. that stuff was just explicitly a bunch of queer and trans ppl being sensual and vaguely kinky. lol

ANYWAY it's a good music video though it's like. nothing special but i really enjoyed seeing that. and the song continues to grow on me, it's really catchy. lol

#also [stares in SERIOUSLY ppl are calling SAM SMITH *fat*??? y'all are BIGOTED AND FUCKING WEAK]

[caffeine-freee]

I love following people with different interests and vibes than mine on Tumblr. I'm nosy and want to know what people are up to!!

#except for all the assorted bigots they can choke #sam post

[paladin-panoply-of-pax]

“Use your gifts and your talents to greatest possible effect while you can. Spread joy wherever possible. Laugh at jokes. Tell jokes. Make puns and bugger the embuggerances. Read books. Read my books. You might like them. You might find something else you like even more than them. Look for these things in life.

Question authority. Champion good causes. Speak out against injustice. Do not tolerate bullies or bigots or racists or anti-intellectuals or the narrow-minded. Use your education to challenge them. Broaden their perspectives. Make the world you interface with a happier place.

These are your choices. Choices you have been fortunate to have been given, so don’t waste them while you have them. Don’t look back in years to come and wish you had grasped a fleeting opportunity. Grasp it now with both hands, Live. Strive. Love.”

from A Little Advice for Life taken from ‘Terry Pratchett: from birth to death, a writer.’

—Sir Terry Pratchett; April 28, 1948 – March 12, 2015

One of the greatest compliments I've ever received is that I resemble Sam Vimes.

Mind how you go.

#sir terry pratchett #terry pratchett #gnu terry pratchett #discworld #mind how you go #how do they rise up

[incorrectquoteslooneytuneslatino]

Bugs: La violencia no es la respuesta. Ahora vámonos.

Lola: Ay, olvide mi bolso, vuelvo en seguida (camina hacia la tienda).

Sam Bigotes: (entra a la tienda antes que Lola y le cierra la puerta en la cara).

Lola: O_O

Bugs: Ah…

*En la tienda*

Bugs: (entra de golpe) ¡Sam! ¡Puedes humillarme! ¡Puedes destruir mi propiedad…! ¡Pero nunca le cierres la puerta a una mujer en la cara! ¡Especialmente a mi esposa!

Sam: O_O

Fuente: El laboratorio de Dexter (1995 ~ 2003)

#looney tunes #incorrect quotes #space jam #space jam una nueva era #space jam 2 #space jam a new legacy #el show de los looney tunes #the looney tunes show #bugs bunny #lola bunny #yosemite sam #sam bigotes #bugs x lola #lola x bugs #bugs and lola #lola and bugs #bugs y lola #lola y bugs #el laboratorio de dexter #dexter’s laboratory

[werewolfpdfs]

this is so funny west you are the only normal man in this book

#andrew showing up to his peer mentor meeting beat to shit having fought both a man and a the bloodsucking ghost of his dead best friend: #west: andrew you need to be doing your class readings you can’t fall behind this quickly…… #he did call riley trailer trash which is uncalled for from mr trust fund baby but i have to be sympathetic to his annoyance #bc riley will be like ah sam’s parties where they’re so bigoted my girlfriend doesn’t feel safe going and then. still go to the parties!!!! #i get he’s your cousin but you don’t have to be there riley. wait second thought why was ETHAN there i know this sounds dumb to say #considering riley did coke and got trashed and then drove home and also the car racing incident but WHO is looking out for personal safety #certainly not these bitches!!!!! #auri reads books

[le-fils-de-lhomme]

Sam Seder arguing against Chaya Rachik's lies and contradictions by talking about their shared background is much more useful than people calling her ugly and saying she's closeted.

#Saying x bigot is actually closeted is so tired. #Sam pointing out that religious communities often hide child abuse is a much more powerful argument.

[samaspic31]

not to do the whole "it is lonely at the top i am sooo much cleverer than other people" schtick but it IS so deeply frustrating being overly self aware and deeply knowledgeable on 234562 systems of oppresssions a lot of people have yet to even notice and take the full measure of

#sam speaks #im. increasingly unable to bear brushing elbows with bigots daily.

[midnightarsenal]

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Summary: Some old tweets come out and it puts you between a rock and a hard place.

Warning: Internalized Homophobia

Word Count: 2.6k

Arsenal Training Centre, St. Albans

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You could sense the tension in the air before you'd even stepped through the doors.

...

The past few days had made you a bit of a nervous wreck. The result of some Sam Kerr fan account on Instagram posting a collection of old tweets you'd made nine years ago, back when you were 13.

Old, profoundly homophobic tweets.

And while some fans, mostly those already partial to you, had taken that substantial amount of time and your youth into account, many others had not. Instead, they hurled abuse alongside calls for the club to drop you at the earliest possible opportunity. You'd even tried disabling comments on your most recent social media posts before quickly realizing that the comments would simply move to older ones. Despite how bad some of them had become, you still found yourself not quite willing to disable the comments on every post you had ever made.

It was your own fault anyway. You had been signed by Arsenal a few months ago, having spent the years before that going from one mediocre team to the next until your international performance in Australia had seemingly caught the attention of several larger clubs, the Gunners included. You'd been positively over the moon when your management agency had called to give you the good news. It should have been your big break, and for a period of time, it was, but a position in such a prestigious club came with a level of increased publicity that you hadn't been fully prepared for.

You knew that you should have purged your Twitter before the contract had even been made public, but you'd long forgotten about those posts, those awful comments, and bigoted 'jokes' that your massively insecure thirteen-year-old self had felt the need to put out into the world to try and convince everyone that you were certifiably straight. To convince yourself in some deluded way that you did not frequently lose sleep over the increasingly intrusive and borderline distressing thoughts that plagued you every time you were around some of your friends at school and the teammates at your youth football academy.

Those thoughts just hadn't been you, of course. Because you were straight.

Or, at least that's what thirteen-year-old you had wanted to think at the time.

In the teenage years that followed those tweets, you had eventually been able to come to terms with your sexuality. It had been a slow, long, and painfully drawn-out process, but while the influence of your conservative family had worked to reinforce the close-minded worldview you had been raised with, being around so many openly gay women in your football career had ultimately proven to be a much stronger force in your life. To see that contrary to what you had been told, these supposedly evil and degenerate people were in fact perfectly ordinary and typically far kinder than the 'just' and 'moral' types you had been surrounded by in your childhood.

But, while you had gradually been deprogrammed from the more outwardly hostile and bigoted elements of how you'd been brought up, you had never quite gotten around to being proud of who you were, to being able to let yourself embrace what you felt and to let yourself be happy. Even today, all these years later, you still struggled to imagine yourself feeling the warmth of another woman, a woman you could love as more than just a friend, and a woman who you could feel comfortable telling the world about.

So, you had simply tried to ignore your feelings. Even as you went from teenager to adult and semi-professional to professional, you resigned yourself to a world in which love was an impossibility, where every teasing question from a friend about your romantic endeavors was expertly deflected with a non-committal answer and a change of topic.

You had learned to be happy for the women in your life who were openly gay and celebrated their relationships sincerely like a good friend would, but you could never deny yourself the reality that every time a close friend announced their new partner, you would feel a twinge of remorse, pain that was sourced from fleeting, quickly suppressed thoughts of a life not lived, an opportunity not taken, and a romance denied its potential. It was a sad way to live, but as sad as it was, the thought of telling the world that you were gay was even worse. It had always been worse.

...

And so now, as the sliding doors of the training centre's lobby parted, you found it a difficult task to keep your nerves from becoming overwhelming.

Management had already spoken to you about the tweets and the response on social media to them. Fortunately, no proper news outlet had put out an article on the 'situation' yet, but the club's PR people had seemed pretty nervous that eventually, one of them would. You'd told them that you hadchanged since you were thirteen and that you'd be more than willing to put out an apology. But, ultimately, their advice had been for you to simply stay quiet and hope it all went away on its own. Something that you had been less than thrilled to hear, as if you were ever confronted by a scenario in which it didn't just go away on its own, and eventually you were told to put out an apology, it would likely be too late by the time that you did.

"Morning, Y/N." you were taken away from your thoughts by the young woman at the front desk, Catherine. She was smiling, but you could tell it was a bit of a sympathetic smile, like the woman was trying to show that she was on your side. You appreciated the sentiment, of course, but being treated differently at all because of this was only making your nerves worse.

"Heya." you tried to greet back casually with a smile of your own, and despite your best efforts, it came across as an 'I know' type of smile, a visual confirmation that you acknowledged what had been happening on the Internet these past few days, and her small attempt to make you feel better.

You had almost passed her, ready to head deeper into the large facility when you abruptly stopped and asked, "Any of the other girls here before me?" To which the shorter woman behind the desk nodded, her demeanour steady in its sympathy towards you, knowing why you would be asking. After all, you were on a team with two gay relationships within it, let alone the number of players who just swung that way in general. And aside from the occasional joke or tease (the latter of which often hurt you to an extent that none of your new friends could possibly know), you were pretty certain that none of them actually thought you were a part of that category.

None of the girls had messaged you in the past twenty-four hours, which, while a little uncommon, wasn't an immediate tell that you had been made a pariah. The last message you'd gotten had been from Steph asking if you were available for a coffee date on Saturday, and that had been just over a day ago. Late enough to have been after that stupid account had posted those screenshots, but early enough to have been before many people knew about it.

Fuck, this was really getting to you.

You continued your way down the corridors of the training centre, each heartbeat feeling a little heavier than the last as you drew closer to the locker room. Knowing that at least a few of the girls would be there this early in the morning, getting changed or having a shower or just socializing as they waited for others to arrive. You wondered if they were talking about you, and if they were, what they were saying. You were wondering if they had already agreed to shun you, or even speak to Jonas about getting rid of you. Fuck, this was fucking getting to you.

You gripped the handle of the bag slung over your shoulder a little tighter as you approached the locker room and took a breath before opening the door, a hundred different scenarios having crossed your mind from the time you'd left the lobby to now.

Stepping into the locker room, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to what you had braced yourself for. It was business as usual—some of the girls were chatting casually, others were prepping their gear. For a fleeting moment, you allowed yourself the hope that perhaps they hadn't seen those tweets or had chosen to ignore them.

But as you made your way to your locker, you could feel eyes on you. Some were quick glances, laced with uncertainty or curiosity, while others held longer, more contemplative stares. No one said anything directly, but the air was thick with unspoken questions and possible conclusions. It was hard to tell.

You kept your head down, focusing on getting ready. The sound of your locker door clanging shut seemed to echo louder than usual, and as you changed into your training gear, you pondered over your next steps. Ignoring the issue didn't feel right, but neither did addressing it without a plan.

"Hey," just then, your attention was taken by the sound of a voice that you quickly recognized as Katie's, her Dublin twang thick as always. The defender's expression was hard to read as she approached, and she sat down next to you, continuing after you replied, "Morning." Your voice was small, and your throat tightened a little, Katie was one of the closer friends you'd made in your somewhat limited time at the club, and her opinion mattered to you.

"Listen, I heard about the tweets," she started, and while you braced yourself for what might come next, you couldn't help but notice her tone being somewhat gentler than you'd expected, but still straightforward. "And, I wanted to say..." she continued, and you felt your heart beat a little bit faster. But, then she stopped, if only for a few seconds, and frowned slightly, though seemingly more to herself than to you. She looked like she was thinking about something, something about you, perhaps.

"Well, I don't know what I wanted to say exactly... but I'm here if you want to talk, or if you need anything, really."

Wait.

What?

You must have had a look on your face because the Irishwoman spoke up again. "Like, if you have anything you wanna get off your chest. I'm here for you, all of the girls are." She remained gentle, but you could tell that heart-to-hearts weren't exactly Katie's style (not that this surprised you) from the way she looked a little awkward, but her sincerity remained all the same.

Breathing just the slightest bit faster, it took you another second or two before you replied, "A lot of the girls?" One of your brows lifting curiously. Was... she implying what you were beginning to think she was implying?

Did Katie know think you were gay?

"Yeah. We care about ya, dummy. And unless you really are some horrible bigot, nothing you say is gonna change that." Katie smiled at that remark and you couldn't help but reflect her, shaking your head lightly in response. "I'm not," you confirmed, your eyes connecting with Katie's. "I was just... different then... I was—" You went to continue, but cut yourself off, your breath almost hitching as you caught yourself at the last moment from finishing that sentence.

I was afraid.

You could virtually see the defender's gaze softening on you in real time and you couldn't bear the sight of it anymore, glancing away and turning your attention to your shoes. The locker room around the pair of you was beginning to fade into the backdrop, although you got the feeling that it hadn't just been Katie's eyes on you. Even as you observed the details of your trainers, you could practically feel the woman next to you's gaze wandering off every few moments to the others in the room, maybe looking for assistance, or trying to convey her unspoken suspicion.

"You were what?" You heard, and this time it wasn't Katie who spoke. It was Beth, who was standing a short distance away by her own cubby. Immediately proving that your heart-to-heart with Arsenal's number 15 hadn't been quite so exclusive, and the locker room's sudden silence ironically brought it right back to the forefront of your attention. Everyone was listening, and many of them staring as well. Was this what they had been talking about before you'd shown up? Had they been in here putting together dots you hadn't known existed? A longing gaze you hadn't suppressed or one too many comments about the eyes or legs of another woman that you'd thought would simply slip under the radar as casual observation? Were those tweets the final confirmation they needed?

Was this the supposed 'gaydar' you had heard about?

"Nothing." you retorted swiftly, shaking your head again as you reached into your locker to resume getting dressed. You hadn't really paid attention to the fact you'd stopped when Katie had come over to talk to you, but the girls didn't seem intent on letting this moment slip away, and you could see Beth approach from your peripheral vision even as you tried to focus on getting changed. You were beginning to almost feel trapped, though you were certain that the culprit behind that particular feeling was more likely to be yourself than your teammates.

"Y/N, we're your friends." Beth said, kneeling down to eye level, while Katie still sat beside you, staring into the side of your head with an expression that was unusually gentle and almost unnervingly so. You still couldn't look at her without feeling your throat close up.

"Trust me... none of us are going to react like how that silly little brain of yours thinks we might." she continued softly and with a warm smile, and now you knew. You knew that they knew.

Your head tilted slightly up to look at Beth, who was now squatted a small distance from you, hands clasped together and blue eyes looking right into your own. You could still sense the looks of the other girls on you too, only now you didn't feel that they were judging, far from it actually. Your leg bounced up and down nervously, and you didn't even have it in you to try to stop it. You felt like you wanted to cry. Why was this so hard? Even now, when it was clear that everyone in the room knew. You just couldn't say it.

Your eyes started to glisten as the first tears threatened to push their way out, and you gave Beth a small, sad smile. Your throat began to hurt in the way that only a sob—or an imminent one—could provoke.

"I think you know already." you finally managed to get out, your voice as small as your presence in that room, and Beth only nodded. You could see some of the other girls nod too, but you were distracted by the feeling of Katie's hand taking your own and clutching it safely. A breath escaped you and it was shaky, uncertain, afraid.

"Yeah, I think we do, pet." the forward replied, closing the gap between you and pulling you in for a hug, her arms finding themselves at home wrapped around your torso. It was as if she'd given you permission to cry, the tears finally beginning to flow, as you buried your head into the other woman's shoulder, quietly sobbing into the fabric of her Arsenal jacket. Katie's hand tightened around your own, and you heard the sound of cleats and shoes closing in around you. You weren't sure how you were going to deal with this new reality moving forward, this world in which people other than yourself knew of your sexuality, but at least you wouldn't be alone.

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End Notes: Hope you liked this one, guys! I promise not all of my fics will be angsty! I'm also in the process of writing an OC for a self-contained multi-part storyline. But, with how busy I've been with uni, who knows whether I'll actually finish it or not. Thanks for reading!

#woso #awfc #woso community #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #arsenal women #arsenal wfc #katie mccabe #beth mead #arsenal wfc x reader

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Danny is missing Project

Final senior semester Mr. Lancer has his class make a story that is told through any other medium but writing.

Danny, Tucker, Sam and Dash create an unreality/arg YouTube account under Dash’s name.

They start off with Dash recording blog like post of his life as a senior in a small town called amity park (minus all the ghost fights) for a final project.

Then the real project starts with a video titled “going through my freshmen yearbook”

Where he shares fond memories he has with everyone in his class. Until he stops and pauses at the photo of Danny before chuckling awkwardly and mentioning that he doesn’t actually remember this guy and stating that he’ll see if there’s a story he’s not remembering before moving on.

The video’s start taking a turn as he starts updating his confusion on Danny Fenton as he’s been asking around and everyone has adamantly responded that there has never been a kid in that town by that name.

The thing is that Dash has physical proof that Danny grew up with him and the others.

Dash keeps delving deeper and deeper bringing out old keepsakes like old recitals and photographs and places that showed proof of this mysterious Danny.

Eventually he makes a playlist simply titled ‘Danny is missing’.

The longer he post the more he realizes that Danny wasn’t just a person in town but seemingly very important in Dash’s life.

He starts sneakily recording conversations he has with other people when he brings up Danny.

Dash gets more paranoid and starts shutting himself in and focusing all of his energy into finding out who is Danny.

Starts theorizing when Danny went missing.

And of course in the background or darkness of the videos Danny’s doing his thing and fucking with the recording or just being creepy in general.

Eventually the story plays out as so:

Dash and Danny were childhood friends who used to play in forest that connected to the back of their properties.

Eventually they had a falling out due to Danny becoming friends with Tucker, who unlike Dash had both of his parent’s approval to hang out with the local ghost hunter’s kid.

Dash became Danny’s bully through their younger years before they reconciled and became friends again and eventually they fell in love.

Dash’s dad, who Dash thought was just a deadbeat, is a bigot, who eventually found out about the boys and proceeded to brutally beat both of them Bloody.

Danny succumbed to his injuries and Dash’s father was arrested.

It is revealed that Dash has retrograde amnesia due to the incident, all his memories that he has were post incident and everyone in town decided it was best for Dash not to know the real reason he was in the hospital and focus on recovering.

Afterwards, no one knew how to break the news to him so they just kept up the charade, there was never a Danny Fenton, so there was no need for Dash to go through any misplaced guilt or grief for someone he couldn’t even remember.

Everyone got so caught up in the lie that no one really took the time to actually grieve themselves. Going as far as Burring Danny in an unmarked grave under one of the trees in the forest.

The series ends on the implications that closure is important and that sometimes the things you do to protect someone can do more harm than good.

Dash’s character ends the series with his last update where he talks about going to a city near by and checking himself into medical facility for his own well being.

To say that Mr. Lancer was impressed is an understatement.

#dash knows au #writing prompt #danny fenton #danny phantom #tucker foley #sam mason #dash baxter #unreality #like Mr.Lancer wouldn’t be 1010% into ARGs and unreality in general #of course they get an A #Sam and Tucker play friends who keep ‘’finding’’ evidence of Danny existing #it gets a cult following

[eiael-thinks]

Sam's story this week was so well done. I also really appreciated how they paced it, having it sandwiched between the broad comedy of he training bits allowed to it get darker than they might otherwise been able to in a comedy. i also appreciate that the show didn't 'solve' the problem, but rather acknowledged that one famous athlete can't change a racist and bigoted system. and it also showed that you can fight back by claiming your joy (and we got that from Sam's dad!)

getting to meet Sam's dad was just perfect. when Sam sees his dad and breaks down stands in such contrast to last season's locker room dad scene, with Jamie's abusive dick of a father. i love when ted lasso has a good dad, and man oh man does ola obisanya deliver like dominos.

#it's having feelings about sam obisanya hour i guess #sam obisanya #ted lasso s3 spoilers #s3e07 #ted lasso