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catpop2 · 9 months

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So uh... Earthspark Au idea

So you know how occasionally Starscream and Bumblebee somehow get paired together and goofy shenanigans insue? Like in IDW for example- Well take that but add some more shit to it- Like a lot more hand wavy magic shit to it.

Anyways spoilers for Earthspark Season 1, the whole thing. And also uh brain fart moment right here so its very rambly but I wanna try and get the main point across. I will elaborate it people are intrested tho.

Well I had a goofy au idea brainfart moment where after the events of season 1, the autobots and decepticons have to somewhat colaborate which each other to survive on earth. From finnaly freeing every captured Decepticon in the form of a transaction to get Starscream and his remaining seekers do an extended sweep over the entire earth in order to comfirm Dr Meridians death because oh boy his body mysteriously disapeared (And because Seekers aint called seekers for nothin, they hella good at tracking down anything that exists)

Other scheningans insue because Megatron wants to reconnect with his Decepticons and beocme friends with everyone- But like none of them are really having it, in fact the main motivator for any con is that they want to protect their new generation, the terrans, therefore they wont try and obliterate the autobots at every moment. This is specifically true for Starscream who literally cant exist in the same room as Megatron but gets absolutely swarmed by terrans the moment he is near them, most notoriously Hashtag and Twitch but mostly Hashtag.

And then there is Bumblebee, the mentor of the maltobots who will do anything to keep them safe- But not much can be done when your protégés are pestering the most dangerous Decepticon to ever Decepticon (Aside from Megs but he dont count anymore) So he has to just sit there and tolerate it-

Eventually though trouble arises once more and the maltobots have to fight for the freedom of their kind, now joined not only by the autobots but occasionally even a Decepticon or two whenever their expertise come into play, but the cons aren't doing it for the Autobots thats for sure.

Bumblebee is always with the terrans whenever he can be, but the five are more grown as each day passes, and far harder to keep an eye on, especially since the concept of war has been properly introduced to them. So when Starscream is there to provide intelligence or sneak stolen gadgets to Hashtag and Nightshade, Bee has to appreciate the weight the seeker unintentionally takes off his back. Afterall Starscream may be extremely dangerous, cunning and deceitful- But it certainly does wonders for him to be near sparklings.

Where the au comes into real play is when the threat of Dr Meridian resurfaces much to everyones dismay (Like pee paw willy over again).

The terrans and the kids are locked in tight combat, trapped in a very dangeorus and likley fatal situation of which they havent quite grasped the severity of. This time they dont seem to have the grace of Quintus Prime at their side as things look really grim, their only proper cybertronian assitance comes in the form of Bumblebee and Starscream who are forced to hold off the threat together the best they can before help can arrive. While the terrans do a great job of fighting alongside them as they have proved themselves plenty of times- It doesn't seem to be enough. All of them are left tattered, injuried and worse for wear- Particularly their two cybertronian gaurdians who had just taken on a fatal blow to protect them.

Quintus Prime, unlike the Maltos thought before, was with them, he watched them. He hoped, but there was little he could do, it was not like before...

But... There was a call, a plee. A promise of service. Not from the humans or the terrans. No...

Something else entirely- A presence akin to Primus itself- A spark, reaching out to him. Promising to protect.

Ah yes. The cybertronians. One of them had not yet given up yet, despite the fact he no long had functional limbs nor wings- It was present, nearby somewhere was also another presence, but so much weaker, so fragile and quickly fading.

No.. That couldn't work could it? They were already established sparks, born from the allspark directly-

Perhaps that could work.. Perhaps the Emberstone had a little extra light to give.

And so, from the rubble- Right as the enemy intends to strike another blow, two new protectors rise- And two new presences began to circulate between the thoughts and feelings of the Maltos.

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virusinfected-memes · 1 year

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TIK TOK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 5 ;

85 starters. CW: cussing, sexual themes, violence. Some starters are just random quotes from Tik Tok creators, some starters are from Tik Tok trends that have popped up over the past year or so. The original sources of these trends are from various memes, shows, songs, and other popular media. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PARTS: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4]

"Alright, on your knees, mortal scum! You stand in the presence of _____!"

"Always remember: you may not be able to change the past, but you can still ruin the future."

"Am I ever gonna get it?"

"And if you call me a bitch, make sure to put 'sensitive' in front of it."

"And I keep my side of the street clean. You wouldn't know what I mean."

"But I can't forgive you."

"But I don't want to stay in the middle."

"Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?"

"Come out and haunt me."

"Did I mistake you for a sign from God?"

"Don't be ridiculous, _____. Everybody wants this."

"Don't try to find me."

"Do you ever just have this deep seated desire to bother people? I have clown blood."

"Do you think I'm fragile?"

"Do you wanna dance, baby?"

"Everybody wants to rule the world."

"Get in, sparkle farts! We got chaos to spread!"

"Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure."

"Honey, I love you. I think you're a terrific girl. But you have clothes like a fucking dickhead."

"I can't take Benadryl because I owe the Hat Man money and I don't want to see him."

"I didn't know I could love something this much until I laid my eyes on you."

"I don't ever wanna see you and I never wanna miss you again."

"I don't need to be fixed. I need to be rebuilt."

"If you touch that again, I shall kill you right now. Do not touch this! This is a 'no touching' zone!"

"I got nothing to lose."

"I guarantee I gotcha'."

"I have not behaved one single day of my life. Not one single day have I behaved and I'm fine."

"I just can't say goodbye."

"I just heard a butt-curdling scream."

"I know that violence is not the answer, but... Yes, it is."

"I know you see me looking at you on the daily."

"I know you want me."

"I love that Netflix was like, "OoOoh, we're gonna reduce your quality to 480p if you don't pay us more!" Like, bruh... I come from the land of 144p Naruto episodes cut into sixteen parts on YouTube. 480 is luxury. 480 is bouge."

"I'm absolutely a danger to my own mental health."

"I'm comin' back for you, baby."

"I mean, look at this thing! I can't imagine a more beautiful thing."

"I mean, what if I don't want to live the way you live?"

"I might be broke as hell tomorrow, but that's alright, 'cause I'm that bitch today."

"I might kill my ex. Not the best idea."

"I'm in a trance lately."

"I'm not going to nap. I'm just going to rest my eyes and clench my teeth for a little while."

"Im not like other girls. I'm worse."

"I'm one of those witches, babe."

"I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say."

"I'm the love witch. I seduce men with my spells, my potions, my eyes, and my body."

"I'm tired of working on myself. I will now be unapologetically insane."

"I never make the same mistake twice. I make it, like, six or seven times."

"In my dreams, I'm making you pasta and nothing bad has happened to us yet."

"I said I wasn't gonna be judgmental, but fuck it. I'm sick, I have an excuse."

"I think I like when it rains."

"It's already too late for you to try and run away."

"It's me. Hi. I'm the problem, it's me."

"I want to get on my broomstick and fly away with my kitty to another city to work on my witch powers, then live with a pregnant woman who owns a bakery and start a delivery service."

"I want to go to there."

"I was at about six there. You don't wanna see me go to ten."

"Mortals, behold! The glory of the kill is mine!"

"No, I don't think you understand. I'm obsessed."

"Normalize being a sleepyhead. It's okay to be eternally trapped within the realm of ancient dreams."

"Nothing ever lasts forever."

"Not working out? Not eating right? Fucked up sleep schedule? You aren't depressed. You're on your way to achieving tremendous arcane power. Become the wizard you were meant to be."

"Oh, you think the b-word's offensive? You should hear what I say in the Call of Duty lobbies."

"Okay, I don't know how you went this long without knowing this, but there are people out there who create original Sonic the Hedgehog characters, and often those characters fuck."

"Okay, well, what you said was some bullshit. That's what it is."

"Okay... Why'd you have to fucking bring that up?"

"One kiss is all it takes."

"Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why."

"So you're telling me if I killed your family, you wouldn't be my friend anymore?"

"Take a swing. Here's my neck."

"The next time you feel lazy, remember that laziness is a puritanical myth based on the sin of idleness and is used to oppress people into forced labor."

"There are currently no bug-dragon dual type Pokémon, but I wanna share a few insects that I think would make good candidates for being the first."

"They keep on asking me who is he."

"What are you gonna do with that? You gonna hit me? Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill me with one shot."

"Whatever I've done, I did it for love."

"Which was more culturally significant? The Renaissance... or 'Single Ladies' by Beyoncé?"

"Who wants to look simple when you can look stunning?"

"Why do I keep getting attracted?"

"Why don't you sit right down and stay a while?"

"Why do we keep telling people who aren't freaky that they're vanilla? Vanilla is the freakiest flavor. Like, look at ice cream, for example. It goes good with all of the toppings. Vanilla doesn't care who you pair it up with, so long as they get on top. I aspire to be as slutty as vanilla is. Also, if you are a slut, what flavor of ice cream are you, bitch? Pistachio? Neo-political? That's fucking disgusting."

"Will I get over it? No. But life goes on."

"Yeah, I'm gay. Good at Yu-Gi-Oh."

"Yes, I am doing blasphemy! Yes!"

"You better fix my entire life, you little shit."

"You can't keep me waiting."

"You might play the same games as me, but I play them in a far worse and more unskilled way than you ever will."

"You're just being cynical."

#ask meme #roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #rp meme #rp prompt #rp starters #rp sentence starters #sentence starters #tik tok #* mine

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 4 months

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Happy New Year’s Eve to you too! :D I can’t wait for that “crossover” with the duo. I bet it’s young avengers or something (I’m more DC than marvel to be honest)

1: what is something the duo will never forget? Like Clark telling Chris you belong here; a El instead of a zod.

2: what’s their favorite YouTubers to watch?

3: I know you answer this already but every character in mortal kombat have two fatalities, so what other fatality would you give them? How about friendship move? I can Jake using his sticks to create firework sparklers.

4: when Chris use his darkness powers, is it like energy balls/blast or flames?

5: if it’s flames can he use it setting his farts on fire? or have Kon-El do the farting while Chris have his darkness near his butt XD

6: how would you write Superman & Lois? I definitely need more time to write more seasons lol

Just for a minor spoiler, that crossover for the Starburst Duo I had in mind (at least for the idea stage) is with Dragon Ball and given my liking of Son Gohan….I think you can piece together something from there lol

Anyways in celebration of the New Year, my last ask for 2023….

1) Aside that talk he has with Clark in reconciling on the Moon looking at a sight over the Earth, Chris’ most memorable moment would be the first ever time Jon finally had full flight which meant he joins Chris in the air, first the first time ever playing sky tag.

Meanwhile for Jake, besides that fateful duel with Zsasz and subsequent comfort he got in the hospital from Chris and his loved ones, his first ever patrol at the age of 8 years alongside Batman which invoked taking on both Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy at Bludhaven Stadium is one he’d always treasure and for good reasons.

2) I lean on Linkara of Atop of The Fourth Wall, The Blockbuster Buster and Angry Joe as their main go tos, otherwise the Duo would find both Nightwing and Superman channels which are highlights of their amazing feats captured from their smart phone cameras and more.

3) Chris; One other Fatality I can see him do would be a combination of sorts of Both Superman’s and Supergirl’s Injustice finishers. First, punching his opponent across the atmosphere in rapid succession, followed with a clear uppercut right into Earth’s Orbit finalized with a huge blast of heat vision that zaps into said opponent accelerating their fall to Earth and crashing in a massive asteroid sized explosion.

As for a Friendship, he’d use his shadowy aura to create flowers for giving while offering a free hand to pick up his beaten opponent of the ground

Jake; First he’d use a Starbolt charged Thunderclap blast his opponent back straight into the nearest wall, following it up with speed rushing to their face and laying down savage punch after right in the face, then grabbing them by the color, slamming them back first onto the ground and finally using a overcharged Starbolt on his escrima to slam it on the opponent head, the subsequent explosive discharge shaped like a massive lightning bolt.

For his Friendship, as you said, he’d use his sticks and starbolts to create sparkles while giving a respectful bow to his dazed and confused opponent.

4) Visually speaking, if not for his shadow based powers, they’d resemble energy blasts and balls akin to Dragon Ball’s Ki blasts and charge ups

5) As for the old flatulence stunt….I actually see both Conner and Chris not exactly going for it albeit for differing reasons; Conner as he thinks doing that is so 2000s, it’s no longer cool while Chris simply thinks it’s gross

6) Well, I’ll freely admit it has been quite some long time since I’ve seen enough clips of the show itself but I will give this.

Since Jon’s ten years old and likely attending Middle School, he’d instead take part in the baseball team as opposed to football. That said, I can see for see Clark being one of the coaches and during one game, Jon gets hit in the face with a ball when batting, the pain involuntarily causing his developing heat vision to burn up so Clark would use a hand to catch said heat cain on it so it doesn’t create a massive fire while calming down his hurt son. Jon feels real bad about it afterwards and locks himself in his room out of fear and anxiety about his loss of control. Not helping of his super hearing picking up on things all over the place and struggling to control it.

He’d mumble to his parents and brother something around the lines of “it’s too much….too big”. Then Clark would remember what his mother Martha told him once “Try making it little small” which help calm his senses down and allows the family to come in and comfort him

So yeah a bit of both the show and even Man of Steel 2015 (one of the actual gold scenes) thrown in if anything lol

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #son gohan #dragon ball #youtube #mortal kombat #connor kent #jonathan samuel kent #clark kent #superman & lois #dc cinematic universe #man of steel

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aftout · 10 months

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Hate to admit it but I miss the cookie run fandom I miss being a part of that. No one gave a fuck ever you could log online and be like “uhm i think sparkle fart cookie and cornfetti cookie are siblings who were separated from birth” and it wouldn’t even matter. People would be like okay lol and then you’d go write an entire story about it that no one would even glance at. And it’d be so freeing and so good. Devsisters bad blah blah blah nothing will ever beat the thrill of them releasing a new cookie and me immediately rushing to tell Sammy about it so we could incorporate them into our mega au that had four separate renditions and was so canon divergent yet also predicted everything to come. Nowadays if I want to say something a little bit inaccurate about a Don’t Starve character I have to be prepared to actually defend myself. Learn from this none of you have even smelled the joys of rewriting milk cookie’s entire personality for the bit and then letting a dragon fuck him

#i also miss the discourse over completely senseless topics. I miss when everyone labelled Cream Unicorn as a child abductor for a week #not because it was a good thing but because it was so terribly wrong

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chena-h · 2 years

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It’s more than a feeling. It’s you.

Genre: Fiction, Slice of life, Short story

Word Count: 2.4K+ words

Synopsis: Vernon rushes through school and work to plan a surprise for her dearest friend, Phoebe.

Vernon fixed her eyes on the clock, wishing she could command the flow of time with her stare. The bell rang shortly thereafter. She quickly got on her feet, moving much like a man on a mission. She zipped out of her class, yanked her bike from the lot, and sped to her job with an enthusiasm she didn’t believe she could possess. The shift proved uneventful, as it always did. She hardly bothered looking her manager in the eye as she collected her pay. The old fart peered over his newspaper as Vernon crossed the parking lot, checking over her shoulder before entering and promptly exiting a discount store. The girl shoved the spoils of her trip well into her backpack and went off, vanishing over the horizon.

Old, dusty work boots clomped down the street as she ran out of the garage to the front of the townhouse. Vernon stopped along the steps, leaning against the handrail to catch her breath. Despite herself, she reached for her phone rather than her keys. Her forehead wrinkled upon seeing no response to her text. With a shrug of her shoulders she set her worries aside, grasped her keys and ventured into her apartment. She tried to soothe her nerves by insisting to herself that it wasn’t a big deal; she’d pulled some strings, bought herself some time. With any luck, she’d hear back well before either of her fathers could drag her into one of their horrible, nauseatingly tedious borefests.

After dropping her boots into the basket, Vernon paused. Her nose crinkled at the overwhelming stench of artificial lavender. Her dark, jaded eyes combed over the scene. The floor looked positively immaculate; the furniture in their living room was well beyond pristine. The kitchen appeared as though it had been prepared for a home owner’s digest. Vernon grimaced at the dining table, unnerved by the clarity of her reflection. Everything about the state of the apartment served to morph her hope into a desperate faith. Her plan needed to work. It just had to.

Vernon left her bag on one of the kitchen chairs. She strolled over to the hallway closet, carefully prying the sparkling doors open (really pulled out all the stops, didn’t they she thought). Vernon sat on her haunches, looming over a sea of cardboard boxes. She tipped the lids, eyeing each of their contents keenly until she found what she’d been looking for. With expert caution, she withdrew a long, narrow wooden box and gently placed it on the kitchen table. Vernon then continued to walk around the rooms, gathering supplies - her crafting mat, a few brushes, her watercolors, glitter, a set of thank you cards from her father’s office (not like these would ever see the light of day she assured herself), and the bottle of rose gold metallic ink she’d bought the weekend before.

With her tools spread out across the table, Vernon began to practice her strokes. She hesitated at first. It had been years since she’d written with a brush. Much to her relief, it didn’t take long for her muscle memory to return. Vernon studied her sample cards with a meticulous eye. She held each one up to the light, evaluating the sheen of the ink. Having made her decision, she pulled out her final card from her bag. Using her free hand, Vernon splayed the card flat against the table. After a few deep breaths, she dipped her brush into the inkwell, cleaned off the excess, and wrote with a deft hand.

The muffled sounds of a rowdy yet happy-go-lucky ringtone began to blare from her backpack. Vernon leaned over, flipping her phone open to read the message.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ K cool see u there ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

The ends of her lips curled upwards. It was just as she’d hoped. Vernon punched in a number. With roguish glee, she raised the phone to her ear, eager to grace her fathers with the bad news about their dinner plans.

***

The late afternoon sun began its descent, casting the plaza in a warm glow. The shadows of the palm trees stretched far across the mall’s parking lot. Vernon sat with her back to the fountain. She rocked on her heels for a bit, elbows resting on her knees. Her hands trembled as she clutched the phone in her hands. She’d traded her signature outfit for something a little more de rigueur as her fathers would have said (at least, relatively speaking). She’d even gone to the trouble of attempting to reign her cluster of cowlicks and split ends into something approaching a presentable hairstyle. Sallow cheeks tinged a faint pink as she shook her head in disbelief. The lengths she’d taken for the occasion were a bit outside her realm of comfort, but, for her, it was all but necessary. While she waited, Vernon entertained herself with thoughts of how the rest of the day could go. Before she could finish carving out a scenario in her head, a loud and cheerful voice bellowed her lovingly crude nickname from afar.

“VERMIN~!”

The churlish butch looked up. Phoebe - or Ferbie, as she insisted on being called when they first met - her spry, effervescent partner-in-crime waved her arm in a joyous frenzy. Rich, brown ribbons of hair bounced around her face as she sprinted towards Vernon. Phoebe came dressed in her favorite outfit: her pair of dirty white sneakers, a set of baggy, sunbleached overalls worn over a pink ringer bearing the print of a smiling grapefruit with sunglasses riding a rainbow wave. Phoebe slid beside Vernon, draping herself over the girl's shoulders. “Gotcha!” she bragged, accentuating her embrace with a tight squeeze.The two swayed back and forth.

“You sure did,” Vernon said, turning away to cover her bashful grin. She rubbed her wrist, her fingers pulling at the bracelets Phoebe made for her several summers ago. Turning back to face her, Vernon tipped her head back. “You ready, partner?”

“Uh, yeah! Always,” Phoebe replied gleefully. She pulled back slightly, lips puckered as she made a face. One Vernon knew all too well. She waited as Phoebe’s bright, sparkling eyes examined her from top to bottom. “Hmm,” she hummed, “What’s with all the, uh…,” Phoebe paused, waving her hand in Vernon’s general direction, “What’s with all this?”

Vernon waggled her eyebrows, awarding her friend’s curiosity with a cryptic smile. “Your guess is as good as mine,” she answered wryly.

“Hmm–” Phoebe repeated. She leaned forward, bringing her face closer until they were mere inches apart. Her eyes narrowed as her stare intensified, cheeks puffed out in a facetious pout. After a few seconds, Phoebe nodded conclusively. “You look good. I’ll figure it out.”

“Of course you will. Now, let’s go.” Vernon smacked her knee, rising to her feet with gusto. Phoebe followed suit, keeping one arm slung over Vernon’s shoulders as they stepped through the doors of the mall.

***

Vernon returned from the cafe, carrying their regular set of drinks – a plain iced coffee for herself and a technicolor, overly sweet monstrosity topped with whip cream, syrup, and sprinkles for Phoebe.

Soft, impatient hands took a break from banging a beat on the table to reach for the sugary concoction. “So,” Phoebe drawled, “Theater competition, huh?" She stirred her straw slowly, watching as the layers of color blended together.

Vernon knowingly rolled her eyes. “Don't get me started,” she grumbled. “Can’t believe I got dragged into another one of these damn things.” She took a long sip, stealing a quick glance over her shoulder while Phoebe wasn’t looking.

“Hm. Yeah. What a shame.” Behind steepled fingers, her smile turned devilish. “Is this gonna be anything like the first one?”

Vernon groaned, wiping her hands down her face. “God, I hope not.”

"Where's it at?" Phoebe pressed as she dipped her finger into her mound of whip cream.

Vernon gazed at the ceiling, biting her lower lip in feigned concentration. "I think they said Jackson."

Phoebe’s hands flapped in excitement. "When is it happening?"

Vernon shook her head then went for another sip of her coffee. "Nope. Nuh uh. That's all you're getting out of me, Ferb."

"Aw, come on?! No way!” Phoebe leaned back into her chair, crossing her arms and frowning.”I didn't get to go to the last one,” she whined. “Jerk."

Vernon waved her off. "Deal with it. Besides, you would just sit there trying to make me corpse the whole time."

"But that’s part of the fun, Verm!” she giggled. “Anyways, I’ve seen you on stage before. You don't need my help choking."

"Piss off.” Vernon ducked her head once more to hide her smile. “You'll just have to contend yourself with this rehearsal, okay?"

Phoebe rolled her eyes dramatically. "Fine, fine. Whatever you say, partner."

Relieved to have put an end to her line of questions, Vernon nodded. She dug into her bag, then dangled an oversized print out of a crown across the table. "Here. Put this on."

Phoebe’s eyes widened as she examined the prop. "Ooh! Fancy.” She daintily opened the crown, then gently placed it on her head. The band sat still for a few seconds before sliding down over her eyes. “Oh! Uh, Vermin, I think this one's a little too big."

"That's precisely the point, Ferb. The role calls for it. Now, keep it over your eyes. Close them, too, if you would be so kind."

Phoebe’s eyes narrowed as her lower lip jutted out in suspicion."O-kay. Is this–"

"A vital, central aspect of your character’s design?” Vernon interjected. “Why yes,” she paused to adjust the fit of her crown, “How did you know?"

Phoebe couldn’t help chuckling. "Pfft. And that was totally, 1000% what I was gonna ask you.” She took one last sip of her shake before pushing it aside. “Alrighty then. Anything else you need from me, Mr. Director?"

Now that Phoebe’s eyes were closed, Vernon rose to her feet. "Just sit there, and wait until you hear my cue - Oh, and no peeking. "

"Okie dokie!” she beamed. Confusion pinched her brows together one last time. “Wait a sec, if my character has no lines, why do y–"

"Ferb, think of this as me working on my stage fright."

"Hm...Ok.” She snapped her fingers to convey her understanding. “Got it."

Vernon held back a sigh of relief. She snuck another glance behind her. The act was just about ready to start. Her now clammy fingers tapped the sides of her thighs. Vernon steadied herself with a few quiet breaths. "Alright. Three, two, one."

With a pace that matched the quick rhythm of her heartbeat, Vernon reached the cafe before the servers could shout her name again. The tray wobbled in her hands as she returned to their table. She jerked her head back to keep her crown from falling forward. Once at the table, Vernon set the tray down almost silently. She stole a glance at Phoebe as she reached down for her bag. The girl had taken to swaying in her seat, slapping the beat from before on her thighs. Vernon stared a little longer than she intended before refocusing on the task at hand. With careful hands, she placed the card on one side of the tray. Then, she quietly stuck a candle in the center of the dessert. Lastly, she held her lighter over the candle, flicking the spark wheel a few times until the flame held. She watched with pleasure as the wick caught on fire.

Vernon raised her eyes. Phoebe had stilled, hands folded together while she twiddled her thumbs. Vernon sat down and began her recitation, her voice flowing with a rich tenderness. “To me, fair friend, you never can be old, for as you were when first you eye I ey’d, such seems your beauty still.” She paused, watching fondly as a smile brightened Phoebe’s face. “You can look now.”

As if to avoid rushing the moment, Phoebe slowly pushed the crown back up. She blinked until her vision came into focus. Her eyes widened in a combination of surprise, disbelief and wonder. The first thing to grab her attention was the cake - small, white, dusted with coconut flakes and topped with fruits as well as spirals of meringue. A lone, neon pink candle burned at the center. Phoebe rushed to meet Vernon’s gaze, a question in her eyes.

“Aren’t you going to make a wish?,” Vernon whispered softly. “The wax will melt into your cake if you wait too long.”

“Yeah, right…” Phoebe breathed. Her round eyes shone wistfully. A short, quick breath put the flame out. Phoebe turned her focus to the card, raising it delicately to her face. She turned the card between her fingers, marvelling at the glitter that lined the rose petals painted on the front and back. Phoebe graciously opened the card, almost as though she feared damaging the spine. Her eyes moistened as she read the handwritten note. She drew the card closer to her face, tilting it repeatedly to watch the ink catch the light. She looked up to find Vernon watching her with a cautious, yet caring smile.

“Happy birthday, Ferbie.” Vernon said, her voice hushed so only Phoebe could hear it.

The girl flew out of her seat, card in hand, and rushed to the other end of the table. She bounced on her heels, hands slapping the front of her thighs.

Vernon stared up in bemusement. “Wh–”

“Get up!” Phoebe commanded.

“What for?”

“Okay, okay, okay, nevermind. Push your chair back, then.” Phoebe’s hand flaps grew restless. “Hurry up, push it back!”

“Alright, alright, I’m pushing. Take it easy.” The instant Vernon brought her hands down, Phoebe hopped onto her lap, wrapping both arms around her neck and squeezing tightly. Overwhelmed with joy, Phoebe raised her head and screeched, rocking them both from side to side, kicking her feet.

Vernon, cheeks now thoroughly flushed, turned away and laughed. “What? Did you think I’d forget?”

Phoebe gave her another tight, but affectionate squeeze. “I love you, you big jerk!” she squealed, brushing her cheek against Vernon’s head, making a thorough mess of her hair.

Vernon closed her eyes, savoring the success of her plan. While Phoebe remained in her lap, eating her cake and gushing over the card, Vernon checked her back pocket. The tension in her shoulders eased as her fingers graced the pair of tickets she’d printed in advance. Vernon wrapped an arm around Phoebe’s waist and sighed contently. While she doubted her friend could ever fully come to know it, Vernon hoped this gave her a glimpse into the depths of her love, and all that she meant to her.

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Bronze eyes reel me in

Fire springs from your mouth, dancing

As you sing off key

It’s customary to give this a name

I guess I’d like to call you

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sbnkalny · 2 years

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sausagezeldas: Which means I need to go out there and play.

sausagezeldas: We had No choice but to cut or burn to immediately intensify the PAIN of farting so hard your bootyhole that sparkle it's always fun to play.

sausagezeldas: A scanning electron micrograph of two parts on opposite sides of a playing card, or maybe a freshly opened cut or burn to immediately intensify the pain of farting so hard your bootyhole that sparkle it's always Fun talking to you 👏👏 I am playing the clarinet.[7] however, he is left to endure the lowly status as a dressing to sunburned areas.

sausagezeldas: If you give me a reason its cuz chapped Ugly whore lip bitches liek u exist and u all just need to find out who I am I am Playing the clarinet.[7] However, he is free speech a basic right?

#CHAT #DAY 18 #sausagezeldas

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smells-like-mettaton · 6 months

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trick-or-treat!

For your wait: a small chunk of the Alphyne Megamind AU I've had in progress for like forever lol

XXX

"Ugh, what did you spray that bag with? Fairy farts?" Undyne gagged as Mettaton set her on the MTT-Brand Torture Chair™ and pulled the sparkling pink sack off of her head.

Alphys stared at Undyne’s reflection in one of her blank computer screens. She was as gorgeous as ever. Bright red hair frizzy from the kidnapping bag, sharp teeth bared in a scowl, one yellow eye sparkling with righteous fury.

Alphys bit back a dreamy sigh. It would be embarrassing to swoon on the job.

"OF COURSE NOT, DARLING," Mettaton said while tightening the metal cuffs around Undyne’s wrists. (Those wouldn’t matter much if Undyne really wanted to get out, but she was usually a good sport about it.) “IT’S EAU DE METTATON, FROM MY NEW COLOGNE LINE! WHAT DO YOU THINK? IT’S STUNNING, ISN’T IT?”

“Feeling pretty stunned.” Undyne coughed. “Is that what you nerds are always stealing money for? Fancy perfume products?”

“O-of course not!” Alphys spun her computer chair to face them.

It wasn’t the dramatic moment she’d intended to wait for. She’d planned to have one of the Memoryheads in her lap, then turn while stroking it mysteriously. Instead her black cape caught under one of the wheels, nearly yanking her out of her seat.

“ALL MTT-BRAND PRODUCTS ARE LOCALLY PRODUCED FROM RECYCLED MATERIALS,” Mettaton said before extending one of his arms to pull Alphys’s cape free. She accepted his hand to help her out of her chair.“That’s a f-fancy way of saying, um, they’re mostly made out of lab accidents,” Alphys admitted to Undyne. “The scent he used on you was a prototype of my orange-tile scent. The piranhas really didn’t like that one, ha ha.”

#trick or treat asks #ask

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cookiesncreaming · 1 year

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uhh this is what ur supposed to do when no one on this gd app knows u right

yo u can call me sparkling/kenny/tucker/karkat and im a dumb hypersexual delusional tranny whore whos basically limitless, i use he/she/any neos and im rollin with the lgbt

im rlly into:

-farts

-burps

-weight gain

-musk

-sweat

+more gross shit

sometimes i do a lil writing yk bc im autistic as fuck and quirky like that

i write for:

-cookie run

-south park

-dbh

-inside job

-homestuck

and some other cringe fandoms i can go into detail about if u ask me to

i am pro almost everything as long as its not stupid illegal shit and no ones getting hurt capiche? okay? okay sick

also like i said im delulu and have a d/a to multiple characters so like. be chill ab that ig

feel free to stay as long as you want or like send death threats in my askbox if u think im so sexy and u wanna fuck me soooo bad

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aenaxes-moved · 3 years

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soirée

[cody x gn!reader] sometimes, commander cody, diplomatic duties can be set aside. otherwise known as living, if only for a brief moment, with the golden boy.

warnings: none

w/c: 2.8k

a/n: i just think dancing with cody on a lakefront at sunset would be infinitely nice. and y/n is gender neutral! they could be read as more feminine coded because of their gown and heels but there are no explicit pronouns/gendered references.

"Have you ever danced for a gala, Cody?"

"I can't say I have, senator," Cody responds as the Theelin representatives pass by. Some tenuous balance of concern and mild amusement playing over the arch in his brow, he watches you lift the long hem of your gown to rub at your ankles.

"I would recommend you avoid it if possible," you say, grimacing when your fingers brush over a sure blister come dawn. "Nasty business, dancing."

Were he but a newly made acquaintance, as he had been when he had known you by name and Fox's fond regard alone, he would most certainly be on his highest guard. But after Obi-wan had very inconspicuously assigned him to your escort detail, placing you through a grand total of one assassination attempt and two stolen frigates, he allows himself a sort of relaxed regard that only comes by a bond forged in the belly of a ship under heavy fire.

Camaraderie, he had called it breathlessly as you wiped engine grease from your robes, collapsing against him after you had finally toggled the hyperdrive online.

Friendship, you had countered with the firm clack of your wrench on the helm. You recall with brilliant clarity that his hand had been warm when you had gripped it tight, illuminated the ghostly blue of the streaks of light flooding the viewport.

Comrades were bound to duty; friends, something much more. So he allows himself to stand back at pause to admire how the setting sun gleams over your skin, how your nose scrunches just slightly as you fuss at the sheer inconvenience of your heels, as if you are not as radiant in his eyes as the fading light sparkling and rippling over the water.

"Truly, an unfortunate part of the democratic process, y/n," Cody chuckles.

Without the presence of other senators to demand the formalities of titles and decorum, you watch his shoulders slacken from sharp attention as he calls you by your name. The cool neutrality of his gaze as a soldier softens into a warm amusement meant for a dear friend, and you are happy to bask in its glow despite the groaning ache in your feet.

"If I knew there would be this much dancing in politics, I would have listened to my mother and taken her speeder shop," you groan.

"And deprive the Senate of your voice?" Cody asks, and his smile, as discreet and small as it may be, is irresistible.

"You have to actually convince me, Cody."

"Fair enough. Then, deprive the 212nd of your acquaintance?"

You hum, your fingers suddenly still over your heels as he watches you genuinely contemplate his words.

"Just a bit closer," you prod, a playful gleam in your eye.

"I thought you said you didn't like 'fawning sycophancy,'" Cody snorts. "You and your politician language."

"I don't like groveling politicians. I won't turn down flattery if it is from you, my dear commander," you respond, unable to hide the bright smile high on your lips.

"Then, say you'd taken the speeder shop. Would you deprive me of your acquaintance?" Cody relents with a huff. It's nothing but a puff of breath exhaled soft, but it's a welcome sound close to the rich warmth of his laughter, the sound of the poorly concealed joy glimmering in his deep brown eyes.

"If you help me to a quiet place where I can simply sit for the rest of the evening, I might just tell you if that was enough," you tease, offering your hand to him with a haughty flourish as if you were the queen of Naboo herself and not a common voice of the people of Coruscant. Cody rolls his eyes, breaking into a brief grin that flashes over his expression as brilliant as the sun.

You're already in a bit of a secluded spot a few paces away from the swelling quartet music and bureaucratic chatter, giving you the space to break your level-headed courtesies and poke fun. But more than anything, you simply want time alone with the commander in all the impeccable neatness of his uniform dress. Besides, while you think you make quite a pair—the clean press of his formal whites and the shimmer silk of your ivory gown shimmering in the sunset—the old senatorial farts have little regard for the handsome soldier in your company (and it's, really, their loss).

"Are you suggesting I help you escape from your very important diplomatic duties?" Cody asks, a low gasp light on his lips. How many times have you played this game, knowing damn well that the both of you would much rather die in a firefight than sit through a foggy senator raising toasts? It's become close to second nature, now.

"I absolutely am, commander," you nod firmly. "As I always say, sometimes, commander Cody, diplomatic duties may be set aside. This is one of those dreadful times."

He rolls his eyes again, but this time, he takes your outstretched hand, complete with a low bow as he plays along with your theatrics. You rise, only to wobble on your heels, but Cody is there to gently grasp your arms, ever steady. The consternation that flashes over his eyes for a brief moment is deep, more than simple concern, and while you cannot exactly label what his expression betrays, it sets your heart fluttering in your throat all the same.

What Separatist arguments and militaristic rebukes could not rile in your unflappable calm on the Senate floor, Cody effortlessly awakes. It's his power, you think as you regain your footing. The man spun from gold.

"There's a place over the water by the back of the villa," you say, falling into step beside him as the din of the party recedes behind you. "I think we should find some peace and quiet there."

"So you already had an escape route planned out?" Cody laughs. "I guess you never needed a security detail in the first place."

"Well, 'needed' isn't exactly accurate. Maybe 'strongly preferred?'" you offer, and Cody laughs a bit brighter. It's funny, how you barely feel the ache in your feet as contentment blooms triumphant in your chest.

By the time you sneak past the serving droids, stifling soft laughter when you hide from a few stray representatives, the sun is a slim arc curved over the silvery waters of the lake. In the moments of approaching dusk, you stand far from the treaty talks and ulterior motives before an old gazebo, its curved arches heavy with flowering vines like verdant curtains awaiting your arrival.

You look to Cody with bright eyes and squeeze his hand.

"We only have a few minutes of light left," you say in a hushed, excited whisper as the the purpling darkness of night begins to chase the sunset light. With little but the soft lakefront winds breezing through the blooming pavilion arches, there is no need to whisper. But your time with the commander is a precious, fragile thing, so easily burst by the sudden arrival of your colleagues or his men. A whisper is only a savoring tribute to this rare moment. "Dance with me."

"I thought you said dancing was 'nasty business,'" Cody chuckles.

"With you, a dance is a pleasure," you say, the whispers of laughter on the tip of your tongue.

"All due respect, but this is the first time we've shared a dance y/n," Cody teases as you tug him to duck under the creeping trellis vines and onto the sun-kissed stone of the little pavilion. "What makes you so certain you'll enjoy this one?"

"Dancing at these," you wave your hand with a sigh, "little parties are nasty, only if by virtue of the other senators with whom I am obligated to dance. They see me as a rival or a signatory to be won over or fought, and dance is little but a means to an end. But with you..."

The words fall back on your tongue as Cody emerges from under the low-hanging leaves, immediately awash in the glimmering gold light of the sun. He is a kind of breathtaking awe in the cresting cold of dawn, chin held high and proud. But in the resplendence of the waning sun, as he tugs his gloves from his hands, he is the warm and steadfast comfort of home.

In his relaxed posture and soft, dark eyes lies the kind of beauty that you ascribe to an ancient sun rising from behind a waking planet. A star brimming with ageless wisdom and forgiving light, as the sunlight dances over the commander's even, tawny skin, he is nothing short of life breathed into pure gold.

"With you, even a dance can be something I hold dear," you finish as he catches your wide-eyed wonder with a wry smile.

"Very well, senator," he says, a smooth, diplomatic cadence that's sickly enough for you to laugh. He extends a hand to you with a flourish, and you relish in the pure joy. "May I have this honor?"

"With pleasure," you grin.

Although he claimed to never have danced, Cody fluidly assumes a regal sort of poise, moving your hand to his shoulder and settling his free hand light on the small of your back. You have seen him heft his brothers over his shoulder; you have seen him cast aside his blaster for raw strength; you have seen the firm hand he carries wherever he goes. And yet, he is gentler than ever as you step close and meet his eyes to share a smile.

With a soft inhale, you begin a simple waltz over the warm stone.

For the first few steps, there is form. You quietly nudge him to take your lead, step by step, and he is a diligent student as he follows. But where political waltzes have always kept rigid time, space between your chests and guarded caution to the orchestral suites, you quickly fall into something sweet, unhurried and soft as your steps become slow sways in the fading light.

Wordless, brimming with joy, you are free. Cody lifts your hand above your head, laughing with you as you tiptoe through a spin that gently flares your dress, and a few dizzying turns and careful dips later, you can't help but wonder if Cody's heart is racing as fast as your own.

Too enraptured by his steadfast composure (even with the warmth in his eyes), you do little to mask your surprise when Cody shifts his hand higher up your back and tugs you close, pressing you flush to his chest under the emerging starscape above.

Shock, then saccharine goodness, sweet on your tongue, floods you as you slip your hand from his. After a beat of hesitation, testing, careful, you slowly reach up and rest your arms over Cody's shoulders, waiting for the bashful regret to overtake you when he might gently let you down. (It's unbecoming of you, you think shamefully, no matter how closely you may regard him as a friend.)

But the rejection never comes.

Instead, as the sun slips below the lake horizon, Cody simply fixes you with a soft smile and clasps his hands behind your waist, pulling and keeping you close while he continues to sway with the lake breeze. He does not need to speak for you to know his presence bared to you, not as a soldier or as your guard, but as a humble man to bear witness to the starlight in your eyes.

Heart beating wildly in your throat, you press a bit farther, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. You have all but stopped your lazy waltz, simply swaying in place with the cool night winds fast approaching. In the stillness, you feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against your ear, a steady, reassuring rhythm that quells the giddy excitement from your chest. Yet you still start when he lifts one hand from your waist to the nape of your neck, raising delightful shivers as he strokes his thumb over your skin.

"Cody," you murmur.

You are certain it is no mistake that when Cody turns towards your voice that he presses close, his lips ghosting over your brow. You are no stranger to his closeness in harrowing blaster battles and narrow escapes from certain death. But this is new, the tenuous gossamer of intimacy not yet shared, as you reach for him and he reaches back.

"Yes, cyar'ika?"

(Cyar'ika? You do not recognize the sound, but it floods heat over your cheeks all the same.)

"My answer. About whether it was enough to choose the Senate over the speeder shop," you begin, reveling in how close Cody stands, cradling you so close that you feel his soft breaths over your skin. "Sometimes I wonder if I would have been happier outside of the politics."

"I hear a 'but,'" Cody muses. But instead of any teasing bite to his words, there is only patience, fond and warm.

"But if I had stayed in the lower levels; if I had never come to the Senate, I would have never left the surface. I would have never come to call a jedi general a friend, nor would I have known your men. I would have never met you. And to meet someone like you..."

You pause, sighing deep as your heart begins to pound anew.

"It is beyond enough."

Upon your last word, you hold your breath close.

You had only intended this to be a part of your teasing game of lighthearted chase with the commander. What was meant to be a quick and breezy escape from the politics of gowns and frivolities (even if you could not deny your affections for the commander) has brought you here, wondering if your words might be a push too far. Truths they may be, but they open you to uncharted waters. And you tremble in the falling night at the vague possibilities and consequence.

"Cyar'ika." Cody's voice, still as the lake stretched behind you, rumbles above your ear. "Do you know what that means, y/n?"

You shake your head slowly against him, only to meet him with eyes wide in surprise when he gently takes your jaw in his hand and tugs you upright.

"It means," he says quietly, sliding his palm from your chin to your cheek. "Sweetheart."

You're too stunned to do anything but blink when you feel his lips on your forehead.

"Darling."

Another touch, this time, pressed to your cheek as your eyes slide shut. You wait, anticipating with blooming wonder the promise of more lingering on his tongue. But when he does not return, you open your eyes, and Cody is waiting for you, dark eyes and soft smile radiant even without the glow of the setting sun.

"Beloved," he says at last, and tips your chin to press one final, dizzyingly gentle kiss to your lips. He may not meet you in vivacious energy, but Cody holds you close, pressing unhurried, luxuriant touches over your skin as you hold tight. His touch is chaste, stolid restraint holding him to only slow, deliberate motions, but you savor every fleeting moment in the evening calm.

When you part, you open your eyes to dusk in its clear, cold darkness, bejeweling the lakefront with scatter of stars high above. Yet all you can see is Cody before you, his soft smile and beating heart glowing brighter than any constellation in the inky black of night, his own radiant sun, spun gold.

Enchanted, you reach one hand up from its place on his shoulder and slowly, trembling, touch one finger to the scar carved around his brow. And he knows that you mean nothing but adoration as you trace the dark ridge of his scar beneath his eye, then lower, over the proud line of his cheek to cradle his jaw in your palm.

"I am only a soldier," Cody murmurs, nuzzling close into your touch. "Cyar'ika," he calls, leaning close to kiss your cheek. "Will you have me all the same?"

The cooling wind rises across the water, brushing stray petals from the trellis vines as your gown flutters around your feet. You wonder if this is what it feels to fly through the aftermath of a supernova, the silence of what was and yet the promise of what might yet be, glittering dust and neon gas diffusing into the ever expanding possibility of the universe. You wonder if this is right where you were always meant to be, aching feet and politics and shared breaths with a simple man with eyes full of light and heart like the sun.

"Only if you will have me," you reply, and the smile that breaks over Cody's lips is brighter than any sunset light you have seen, golden and alive. "Cyar'ika."

#listen to l'autre valse d'amelie if you want to feel extra fuzzy #i think i never know how to properly tag my fics but that's okay #also because i am writing this absolutely plastered #but soft cody warm cody little ball of cody #cody x reader #commander cody x reader #the clone wars x reader #yaej.writes

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darthbreezy · 7 months

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Blame the Dog... *Note, the idea kinda hit me in the shower. Or more like 'Hey, wanna eavesdrop on a pair of eternal man shaped schoolboys?'' I make no apologies...

''I'm an angel.'' Aziraphale said primly. ''I most assuredly do not... break wind...''

''You're a supernatural entity, posing as a human.'' Crowley replied. delighting in the fact he could still needle the angel. 'Humans fart...''

''And as you so astutely pointed out,'' Aziraphale murmured, tossing another handful of frozen peas at the ducks who gobbled them up greedily. ''I am not human... neither of us are!''

''But you are acting like one!'' Crowley pressed. ''Isn't it difficult enough to explain why there's no toilet in the bookshop -'' ''There is a water closet in there now - has been for a couple years -''

Crowley waved him off, switching tactics. ''You can't tell me that you haven't dropped a... sulfurous plume to get rid of a customer in the last two hundred years or so?''

Aziraphale wrinkled his nose, setting off peals of laughter from his companion. ''You have! You have!'' he cackled.

''But those...fisles were entirely...''

''Heaven Sent!''

''Must you be so, so vulgar?''

''If it takes the metaphorical stick out -'' more giggling. ''Maybe if you let it break free! Let fly a rouser! Serve a raspberry tart!''

A sigh. ''Are we quite finished? I'd like to get lunch before supper...'' ''I'm just sayin','' Crowley replied, slapping his knees as he rose from the bench. ''Farts and stars...''

''What?''

''Great balls of burning gas!'' he crowed. ''Exploding across the galaxy! As if the All Mighty Herself -''

Shocked and perhaps a little scandalised, but his eyes danced and sparkled. ''Crowley! One does not accuse the All mighty of... of cutting the celestial cheese!''

Crowley stopped in the middle of the path, jaw agape. ''Angel, did you just make a - a FART JOKE ABOUT GOD?'' ''Nonsense, my dear boy!'' Aziraphale replied, not missing a step, but with perhaps a little more bounce in his walk. ''And if anyone asks, we'll just blame the dog. That's what humans do, isn't it?''

#crowley #aziraphale #fanfic #ineffable husbands #sillyandaliitlecrude

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cool-island-songs · 2 years

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The List for the episode ask game from amporella!

★ Do I like this episode? Why or why not?

Uh, I love it??? The Pleases and Sparkles committee??? GIRLS????? More Wendy, Bebe, and the girls actually doin’ stuff, please.

I like SP eps that tackle self-image issues because even though the show is about boys and told from their perspective (which is particularly evident in the way the girls have some sort of political thriller going on in the background here), the way they discuss looks feels fairly universal imo. Bebe’s concerns in “Bebe’s Boobs Destroy Society” (S06E10) are pretty similar to the message Abraham Lincoln is trying to impart; she’s worried about being treated differently because of something beyond her control.

★ Favorite moment?

Abraham Lincoln’s right tbh. Plenty of people are ugly, Kyle! Get over yourself! I really do love how melodramatic Kyle is about the whole thing, calling himself a “deformed monstrosity”. It’s hard to have perspective about these things when you’re a kid and don’t have a good sense of how your peers view you.

★ Least favorite moment?

Honestly, it kinda sucks that we never see those ugly kids again, do we? I love how the message is basically ‘Looks don’t matter, but it turns out Kyle was reasonably attractive all along, and we’re putting these ugly kids in the dumpster when this episode is over.’ That’s chill.

★ Do I have an unpopular opinion about this episode? What is it?

I love the episode itself, but ever since fans worked out that Craig was number one on the “real” list, it’s been responsible for some of the worst excesses of hot Craig within the fandom. Just for ease of reference, the real list has been determined as follows: Craig, Token, Stan, Bradley, Kyle, Jason, Leroy, Kenny, Jimmy, Tweek, Kevin, Butters, Clyde, Timmy, Francis, Cartman. My interpretation of the list’s order is that the boys who topped it are seen as most attractive in a conventionally masculine way, but also behave in a way that’s considered traditionally masculine. Craig and Stan certainly fit that bill, even if they only behave thusly due to autism and an emotionally repressed conservative father, and bottled-up feelings in response to a parent with zero boundaries, respectively.

My reasoning is that we know Kenny is a lil cutie from the sketch of them in “Free Willzyx” (S09E13):

But he’s always wearing that hood over his face and he’s a weird little pervert who likes setting things on fire (according to Cartman in “Best Friends Forever”, S09E04), and I imagine there was similar rationale for putting kids like Tweek and Kevin and Jimmy so low (there better have been!). Anyway, they’re fourth grade girls, and they’re entitled to their wrong opinions. Remember “Something You Can Do With Your Finger” (S04E08) when they all have crushes on Matt Lauer?

It also seems significant to me, in light of the way Craig is often written as quite desirable to girls in fics, that the girls in charge of manipulating the list chose Craig to swap with Clyde. This suggests that they don’t care to date him, which checks out, because he’s an asshole who hates girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wneIRrvoDlg). Obviously, they’re all in 4th grade and girl/boy animosity is pretty standard and these things may well change, but I really do think Craig is just Like That.

★ Something I would change?

I tell ya hwhat, if it were up to me, Leroy wouldn’t be gatdamn number 6. This is Leroy Jenkins btw (aka Peter Mullen, the kid with the damn frog):

Poor man’s Scott Malkinson over here. Cuter than Kenny? The girls thought THIS was cuter than Kenny?

★ Rating out of 5?

5/5! Someone send me some trash ass eps plz, these are all pretty good lol

★ Anything else I want to say about this episode?

Poor Clyde, tbh. He’s actually considered uggy, but will still grow up to be a total douche because he thinks he’s hot. I’m gonna go fart on him in TFBW.

Anyway, in closing, please enjoy this IMDB review:

#ask game #ask #south park #wendy testaburger #bebe stevens #the list #kenny mccormick #clyde donovan #craig tucker #kyle broflovski #stan marsh

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practicalmagicintuitions · 2 years

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Since I am super bored...

What if he get rid of her? What will change? //well, he'll be free of someone r*cist, spoiled brat, bully, who has a video of her friend doing a r*pe joke and simulation and in the same video assaults her dog. besides after he get rid of her, he can be himself again and stop pretending he's happy when its obv he isn't since this circus started

Ok... we all agree she has a very shitty vibe, we don't know her, but we have seen her bullied others, and there is an actual picture of her doing blackface, so we assume she is a shitty human, but imo that video wasn't such a big deal, people likes to use big words and claim that dog was assaulted, when all I saw was just a tacky joke being made between two people, and the dog was just fine.

Now, how he will be free if he isn't being a hostage? He is willingly dating her, the same way he willingly dated GC (don't get me started on her), he also willingly dated a animal hunter, he willingly took that girl Freni to a premiere and treated her like she were disposable while fans destroyed her, the same way they bullied the 19y/o girlfriend he had when he was a 34y/o man.

He willingly made a huge show of this new relationship, pap pics, official ig photo with a cheesy caption, and several articles about her lying about her job only to get a verification mark on her instagram, all that for what? When shit didn't go his way he send his fans to fuck off, to enlighten themselves, and to be the best version of themselves as if his pathetic sparkling water fart powder selling self had any autority to do so. And now after the paid pap walks, and because people found out who he really is, he is a private person? L O L

Sorry for the long rant.

- M anon

“When shit didn't go his way he send his fans to fuck off, to enlighten themselves, and to be the best version of themselves as if his pathetic sparkling water fart powder selling self had any autority to do so.”

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1c3d-choco · 2 years

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Y'all better not interact to me if you suppot the following discomforts:

(TW: UNCENSORED WORDS, cap locks because yes)

- Homophobia

- Racism

- Pedophillia

- Incest

- Xenophobia

- Toxic ships/Pro ships

- Gacha heat/gacha fart

- Rule 34

- Anti-danganronpa(Because all you gonna see in my blog is Saiibo 😏👍)

- Social media wars(YOU GUYS BETTER STOP)

- Soushin(Bruh Midori and Shin aren't friends anymore)

- Sunny x Mari(They're siblings)

- Haiji Towa(FBI OPEN UP!)

- Age gap(1x age gap is fine like this example: 22 + 23)

- Zizzy x Pony(I'M SO SORRY ZIZZY X PONY SHIPPERS I HAVE TO MARK THIS AS MY DISCOMFORT BECAUSE I FOUND OUT IT WAS TOXIC)

- If you think Austin x Charlie is illegal(Aw c'mon, they're not even related AND THEY ARE NOT SIBLINGS!)

- A normal fujoshi/fundashi who fetishizes the LGBT cookie(IT MAY BE EITHER PURE OR HORNY but if you support "Ghost eyes" or "The Violinist and The Nerd", you are fine!)

- Espresso cookie thrist trap(I was not expecting devsis creating this 💀)

- Nasty heterosexual couples(Komahinanami, omasaimatsu, naegamigiri, Sparkling cookie's regulars and sunny x basil x kel x aubrey is fine. If you support these, you can feel free to interact!)

- Enbyphobia(DONT TOUCH THE CHILD!)

- Hate groups(They see me rollin', they hatin')

- Fake-depressed gacha kids(NICOLE YOU KNOW I'M AFRAID OF GACHA CRINGE EMOS 😫)

- Game wars

- Console wars

- Gender wars

Thank you for reading this! But please stay away from me if you support any of these.

#DNI #dni list #discomforts

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en-amours · 3 years

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winter solace.

｡ ot7 x reader (platonic); pure fluff.

in the midst of pending projects and the imminent promise of a new year hanging above the dawn, you marvel over the seven stars that have made your days brighter, that have made this winter a little warmer than before.

notes: this is so bad and so cringey i am so, so sorry you guys deserve better :’) but consider this as a little gift from me to you guys !! hoping you all stay safe, warm, and cozy today <3 please keep on being amazing human beings !!

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Being friends with seven dorks has its perks.

For one, there are now more people you can steal food from; sure, someone (read: Jay, who went feral the last time you were bold enough to down his mocha latte in one sitting right in front of him) might end up complaining now and then, but they’re whipped enough to not do something about your frequent commitments of theft (to which you use to your advantage—you’re lucky they’re so soft-hearted). However, once they glimpse the newly-bought snacks inside their bags, they are again reminded that you are just as smitten as they are.

But, like any relationship, there are downsides.

You don’t have to mention how your hoodies often disappear “spontaneously” less than a day after purchasing them (the amount of times Sunoo has said “hello” to you whilst wearing a supposedly missing hoodie is mind-boggling), or there is a little-to-none chance that you’ll end up finding a seat on the couch when they invite you over; you don’t try to fight them over a spot, because that is the equivalent of declaring war.

With them being the master of versatility, though, the setting you’re in is akin to a kindergarten classroom: with Jay and Sunoo pouring over half-baked cookies in the kitchen, Sunghoon and Jake screaming over nearly breaking a Christmas bobble that they’re sure is older than them, Heeseung and Jungwon arguing over their playlists, and Ni-ki ignoring the clusterfuck of chaos occuring behind him, you’re surprised they haven’t set the dorm in flames yet.

“Y/N, you do know you’re turning into a banana, right?” Jungwon calls out, eyeing your open textbooks with distaste. You wave him off from your swivel chair, attempting to blink away the strain.

“Spare me your sermons, Yang. You know very well what happens when I put things off,” you grimace at the ugly memories of you staring off into the void, “It isn’t pretty.”

You yelp when your seat is whirled around, and you find yourself face-to-face with a dishevelled Sunoo, his lips pulled into a pout. “A holiday break doesn’t mean breaking your back over readings, Y/N. It means taking a break from being the boring fart that you are.”

You sigh drearily and wipe off a streak of flour off Sunoo’s cheek, and he blushes rosy at your touch. “Don’t stress over me, peachy. I’m not worth the trouble.”

His insistent pout shows his displeasure, but he looks over his shoulder twice, and before you can question his motives, Sunoo pulls you out of your chair with a call of Sunghoon’s name, and in a second you find yourself fettered by Sunghoon’s blanket wrap and ushered to the couch by Ni-ki, the youngest’s arms wrapped around you in case you try to break free. You scoff in your place as the others approach you both, Jay holding a tray of shockingly decent cookies with a smug grin.

“Guys—let me go.”

Simultaneously, they all reply: “No.”

Groaning, you tilt your head backwards, catching Heeseung’s amused visage. “You allowed them to do this?”

He shrugs with the softest smile, tapping your nose before settling down by your feet. Jungwon follows suit, snatching the remote before anyone else can and opening Netflix; Jake plops down beside you, and he smells of lavender when he places his head on your shoulder. Ni-ki’s hold has turned into an embrace, he snuggles further into your side quietly, and you sigh dejectedly.

Jake chuckles, “You gave up fast.”

“What can I do?” You shrug with a small smile, glimpsing the gentle sparkle in Sunghoon’s eyes when he looks at you. “You guys have already held me here against my will.”

“It’s for your own good, Y/N.” Jay counters, and while Sunoo complains about Jungwon’s choice of film, Sunghoon pats your knee reassuringly, Ni-ki looks up at you with a grin.

“They’re right, y’know. Besides—don’t you like spending time with your favorite boys?”

I do, you think, pressing your cheek against the crown of the blond’s head. The little gold star’s toppled off their miniature Christmas tree in the corner, lying idle by Heeseung’s feet; you feel tired, and their space is a mess, and in the air lingers the scent of vanilla and anticipation; you’re afraid, no doubt, but you look at the light in their eyes, and you smile. One day, we will have the strength to take on the world. One day.

Winter braves on outside the windowpane, but in your little universe, it is warm, and you hold onto that light between your ribs—that spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow will be kinder.

Being friends with seven dorks—seven bright, loveable dorks—has its perks.

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