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wanderingaldecaldo · 1 month
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The Fool
Didn't have anything ready to go so I went to the usual spot and goofed around and ended up having a lot of fun with this set. Here's a few more I liked...
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Hitting you with my new design for Qi Rong. Here's the design things and changes I made:
I loved how stupidly the colors clashed on his Donghua fit but I wanted it to look a little different.
I also always pictured him with shorter scrappy hair but I really liked the braid in the Donghua so now he has both. I mean look how terrible his bangs are. He is the embodiment of perfection.
I gave him a bunch of skulls and bone themes stuff because it's cool and fits his vibe. I have no idea what the skull around his neck came from though. I'm gonna say it's the skull of an infant.
His teeth are really effed up too. I want him to just look really gross and disturbing and the teeth just gave that image to me. The toothgap is so fat you could fit a pencil, maybe even two pencils in it. And when his mouth is closed his bottom flat teeth are so short that in addition to the tooth gap, theres just this gaping hole which he probably sticks his tongue out of to be a chaotic little shit.
The scar on his neck was something I came up with based on my own headcannons. We don't really know for sure how he died as a mortal, just that it was probably in a massacre of the Xianle royalty. So if he was executed, I'd like to imagine he was beheaded as thats typically how exucutions would go. I also wanted the scar to mirror Xie Lian's cursed shackle because these two parralel to each other so hard it's not even funny.
The thumbless glove stayed because thats funny as shit. My boy really is just telling everyone to fuck off.
I kind of liked doing this and so I might go after Hua Cheng or He Xuan next.... it depends on how people react to feral goblin Qi Rong and his fucked up teeth.
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deejadabbles · 10 months
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Hiiiii!!! Ooo sleep over clone shipping!! Thanks for tagging me in this too!☺️
My name is Stitch, and I’m 5’5” with shoulder length brown hair (I’d love to dye it purple) and blue eyes. I love to draw, write, play my instrument (I play the cello and would like to learn more), listen to music (my favorite genre is pop punk), and cruise around on main street like they did in the 50s. I’m the “emo” of my family but I prefer punk/emo combo as a description for my fashion sense!
A good dad joke or pun can make me double over in laughter, and I love to use them too. Making people laugh is my passion. I’m quite shy until you get to know me, and kindness is the bestest!
Hope you’re having a great day/night!!!🥰
OKAY OKAY SO I know it's treasonous not to ship you with Tech (and don't get me wrong Tech would hold you dear) buT there was only one man I saw when reading this
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Fives would just adore your whole vibe, like, seriously. Please show him all your taste in music (and play it loud), let him feel the wind in his hair as you both go on long drives together, and give him the chance you help you dye your hair. He wants to spend all day making you laugh because seeing you double over in laughter makes him soooo happy (the moment he finds out you draw he's spreading out on your couch "Paint me like one of your earth girls, mesh'la!" only it's just half a joke, he wants you to draw him)
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tangentburd · 2 years
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Are you bad at playing Spy in TF2? Is his gameplay as mysterious to you as his character claims to be? Do you tremble at the thought of sneaking behind the enemy team’s lines with nothing but a knife and way too many snarky domination lines?
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Oh, and remember to get the goods too. Because they’re real good. For real.
[ Zine preorders open 20th June to 20th July 2022 at Big Cartel ]
* Gameplay and charisma improvement not guaranteed
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TGIF right?
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stbot · 1 year
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LOVING your Willow fics!
Ah, thanks babe!! I'm having so much fun with this show, and I love these characters so much, so I'm glad you're enjoying my little contribution :)
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theda-rison · 5 days
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Guess who the fuck was sick in January and again in March? (me)
(if I get sick again in May I am going to become a criminal)
It did wonders for my productivity. As in: I wonder where the fuck my productivity went 😠
I wanted to do this playlist for March because of Chungha's comeback, but I was sick for like the first week and a half of the month and then coughing for most of the rest of it and I was literally close to committing a crime because that aggression of not being able to sit and work quietly had to go somewhere. (I missed Feb too because I was trying to catch up on work from being sick in January and I've just given up on it. I might do Ateez's setlist from the '22 show I went to and put it there, but don't expect me remembering to do shit miracles.) I also had to reschedule a dentist appointment and then reschedule it again because even though I wasn't sick anymore, it felt kind of dangerous to have someone poking my teeth with sharp things while I was non-stop coughing.
Anyway, I loved Eenie Meenie (Hongjoong's rap killed it) and I'm Ready is just another great entry in the catalogue that is her sound (though, from the lyrics of Eenie Meenie, it seems like she wants to branch out, and I think she should if it makes her happy 😤)
This Mixtape Was Supposed To Be For March But I Was Sick
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Here's the tracklist:
Stay Tonight - Chungha LOSE - Wonho Breaking Dawn - The Boyz DEEP - Hyo PTT - Loona LA DI DA - Everglow MASCARA - XG I’m Ready - Chungha ME - CLC libidO - OnlyOneOf Los Angeles - Seulgi TGIF - XG MVSK - Kep1er I Don't Wanna Know - Lee Chaeyeon
At least I'm updating on Monday this time 🙄
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jotatetsuken · 10 months
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I got high then criticized my mom for not knowing who Jack Kerouac is
How’s your Friday?
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wanderingaldecaldo · 2 years
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TGIF, chooms!
📸 by @gloryride, my beloved 😭
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emporium · 11 months
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Did you know tumblr sells socks?
If you would like a pair of these socks, please click the "Shop Now" button below. For everyone else please enjoy these terrible feet related dad jokes.
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<Jokes>
What was the foot’s favorite type of chips? Dori-toes.
What’s a foot’s favorite food? Shoe-shi.
The gingerbread man goes to the doctor and tells him he really hurt his foot. The doctor says “Have you tried icing it?”
Why isn’t your nose 12 inches long? Because then it would be a foot.
What does a thief wear on its feet? Sneakers.
I used to really hate my foot fungus, but now it’s actually starting to grow on me.
I didn’t think orthopedic shoes would help me, but I stand corrected.
Foot injuries are always really serious because they take so long to heel.
What did the foot say to the soccer ball when they won the match? I toed you so.
What has four legs but no feet? A table.
Which two Ancient Greek philosophers had the nicest feet? Pla-toe and Sock-rates.
Does your shoe have a hole in it? No? Then how did you put your foot in it then?
How hard was it for the shoemaker to manufacture clown shoes? It was no small feet.
What do you call it when you put two slices of bread around your foot? A below-knee sandwich.
What does a foot have for breakfast? Jam and toe-st.
What is a foot’s favorite mint? Men-toes.
What do you call a shoe made out of bananas? A slipper.
My younger sister thought TGIF was an instruction manual that told her that the Toes Get In First.
The best way to keep yourself alert at all times is to join ballet because it is the only sport that keeps you on your toes.
What causes the pain you get when you kick a rocket? Missile Toe.
Why was the toe swollen and itchy? Because it had a severe case of toe-nsilitis!
Whom did the man call instead of a doctor after hurting his feet while driving? He called the toe truck.
What is the boy called if he’s stung by a bee on his foot? You call him Toby.
Source: Wiggly Foot Jokes And Puns That'll Have You Feeling Ticklish
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clyches · 10 months
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THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE
a clyches original.
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“every dead-end street led you straight to me.”
sypnosis. you, being the president of the hopeless romantic club (and possibly the only member) of tokyo university, you are an absolute dork for love & adore seeing it in the air. on the other end of the spectrum, kenma has completely given up in love, due to all his failed attempts, and just can’t believe that true love could even exist. when two absolute opposite dispositions suddenly collide, the universe just can't help but to make a bittersweet mess!
content / warnings. fem!reader. modern college au. may contain swearing, however limited. slightly suggestive. fluff. a little angst. timestamps don’t really matter unless stated otherwise.
pairings. kenma x reader (main pair), kiyoomi x reader, kuroo x reader
status. on-going; spontaneous updates (06/25/23)
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HEART IS DRAWN AROUND YOUR NAME !
ᥫ᭡ the girls (+ y/n) —୨♡୧— piss 4
HOW FOREVER FEELS LIKE !
ACT 1 — THE LOVER CHAPTER.
(𖤐) — written chapters!
i. [ dorks and freaks ]
ii. [ just so cliché! ]
iii. [ he’s lowkey... ]
iv. [ problems, problems ]
v. [ as friends? ]
vi. [ tgif! ]
vii. [ big babies ] (𖤐)
viii. [ help! ]
ix. [ sent a dm ]
x.
xi + xii + xiii + xiv + xv..
ACT 2 — THE MORE LOVER CHAPTER.
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iii.
iv + v + vi + vii + viii + ix + x...
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notes. i’ve finally decided to stop procrastinating and start on my first ever smau! and i’m seriously so excited (though, i’ll still procrastinate, of course). i also want to remind everyone that i am not an ios user, hence why my updates will probably take long since i want my chapters to look aesthetically pleasing. besides that, i want to take the time to thank @idlerin / @empathum for being the my number #1 inspiration + the best teacher + my first ever follower! (you're the best)
taglist. OPEN ! — dm or send an ask to be added :D
a gentle reminder that everything is purely fictional and a figment of the author’s imagination. if anything reflects in real life, it is purely coincidental. please do not repost, translate, or copy on any other platform.
© clyches
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daisybianca · 1 year
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pairing: daniel ricciardo x femalereader
summary: your boyfriend was finally returning back home tonight.
warnings: mostly angst, fluffy moments, mentions of sexual activities, teasing
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HE WAS RIGHT. It was definitely colder now. You should have packed a “poofy” jacket.
Daniel’s way of saying “poofy” as he pouted his lips together replayed in your head.
What a dork.
You tucked your hands inside the pockets of your denim jacket and pressed your shoulders together to bundle up. The slim black work pants you were wearing provided minimal wind chill protection, but you forgot to do laundry last night and this was the only pair left. Unless you were planning to show up to a client meeting in jeans. You weren't planning on losing your job anytime soon.
The sun was setting in the background and the sky was doing its magic again. Behind the historic building that towered the city, the pastel purple and pink hues splashed the late autumn sky. Every single purple and pink color was somewhere up there, even the ones that didn’t get a dorky crayola color named after it.
As you got to the steps of the apartment, your phone buzzed in the butt pocket.
Darn it, your hands were just getting warmer.
Danny Bunny: So sorry, but you are going to have to do dinner without me.
With a soft sigh, you stuffed the phone with hands back in the tiny jacket pocket. The text clearly impacted your mood because you were annoyed at your stupid jacket pockets. Why did anyone even bother stitching a pocket if it was only going to fit a third of a normal human being’s hand?
“Just try to look at the bright side.” Danny's ’ voice echoed in your head.
Biting your lips, you ran through the positive scenarios of not having Daniel around. No company for dinner meant that yoy could eat anything for dinner and get away with it.
Thoughts of cinnamon toast crunch and frosted flakes ran through your mind as you seriously contemplated each option as you opened the front door of the apartment. The familiar, but faint scent of leftover morning coffee lingering hit your nose.
You dropped the keys on a small table by the door and dragged your body to the living room. You threw your work bag on the floor and immediately went over to the thermostat.
Daniel was going to kill you, but was it your fault that he was gifted with body heat and you weren't?
You always freezing and having Daniel around was like having a personal space heater, but he hadn't been around the past few months with all those races he was trying to win. And,you were the master of guilt tripping him.
You grabbed your phone and texted back.
Me: I hate you, I miss my heater.
You did. You really did.
You settled on frosted flakes for dinner because you were craving the cereal milk after a bowl of corn flakes.
Yoy also finished the last of the remaining oat milk in the fridge.
You know how people say, TGIF?
Well, in this case, thank god it’s Friday because your fridge needed restocking and you could finish that on the weekend.
When Daniel wasn’t around, it was hard to find time to do anything. Without him, you resorted to what your life was like before he came into it. You resorted back to binge watching random Netflix documentaries and going to bed at 9pm. On days you felt extra adventurous, you would head out to the gym, but that was very rare.
When your boyfriend wasn't around you simply... simply lived kind of mechanically. As if you were a robot trying to survive and live an average, safe life.
You rolled into the couch in the living room and laid there blankly staring at the plain ceiling.
Yesterday, you were hoping that around this time, you and the F1 driver would be getting take out for dinner and bet on who would orgasm first before the food arrived. Loser would have to wear their underwear to answer the delivery guy.
Last time you two played, you gave him the best head ever and he lost before you even got fully undressed. But, he kept on arguing through the entire dinner how he purposefully lost because he didn’t need anyone seeing you in your underwear.
Sure, Danny. Whatever you say.
You rolled to the side and faced the empty TV screen. You thought you had turned it on, but you must have dreamt of doing that because you fell asleep after the last blink in the sweet memories of you and Daniel.
“(y/n).”
Your eyes were too heavy to lift as you were still coming out of the sleep haze, but you certainly knew that voice. Your heart was already thumping, it recognized it too.
“Babe,” Daniel whispered. This time his warm breath tickled your ears. His lips pressed against your forehead and you groaned.
“I hate you.” You muttered and rolled over to the otherside. Your eyes were still pressed closed and you sure as hell was not going to wake up to greet him with happy arms. In your mind, he was a traitor.
“I’m sorry, (y/n).” He was always the first to apologize.
“She’s mad at you,” You managed to get out with all the thoughts screaming inside your head.
“She still loves me.” He replied like how someone would answer “yes” to the question if the Earth was round.
“She does not.” You lied.
“She does.” There it was again.
“Actually, she wants to go back to sleep. That way, she doesn’t have to look at your face.”
His smile turned into a full grin. “You are so fucking cute when you are lying.”
You felt my cheeks growing hotter.
No, (y/n). Daniel is the enemy. Remember, Daniel is the enemy.
Yoy pressed your lips together and narrowed your eyes at him, trying to kick the childish voice out of your head.
“I want to kiss you.” Your boyfriend whispered like you were playing footsie underneath the Thanksgiving dinner table.
You couldn’t resist that.
Yoy closed my eyes and leaned your head forward and felt his soft lips against yours. When yours mouths opened, you tasted coffee in his breath.
Hey, you needed the caffeine kick.
You also tasted the Red Bull liquid.
Your man was supporting his team and you were so proud of him, even though you weren't particularly a Red Bull girl.
Even though you was positive it didn’t work like that, your tongue found his and playfully teased around it. When he pulled away first, you were a tiny bit upset.
Okay, you were very upset, but you sure weren't going to show him that.
He clearly saw the discontent on your face and smiled. “God, I missed your taste.”
“I missed yours more.” You argued.
His eyebrows arched at your desperate thirst response. “You know what else I missed the taste of?”
Then, his eyes shifted across the couch. His eyes looked in the direction of your legs, more specifically, the space between them.
There was your guy. He was back.
Daniel slowly got up from the carpet and sat on the edge of the couch. He slipped his hand into your plain boybrief pyjamas and his finger grazed my cotton underwear.
You already knew you was soaking wet just an inch lower from where his hand rested. And moments later, he found out too.
Keeping his eyes glued on yours, he slowly moved his fingers until yoy felt the warmth of his hand through your cotton underwear. You let out a soft moan from your throat that you couldn’t even control.
This wasn’t fair. You wanted him so much.
You reached out a hand to grab a hold of his forearm. Underneath your grip, you felt the tensing of his individual muscle fibers against your skin, twitching and fighting the urge to rip off your underwear.
“Hey,” Daniel spoke and his velvet voice echoed around the empty walls of our tastefully decorated minimalistic apartment.
“Yeah,” You replied with as your mind was going crazy about the fact that he was really trying to tease you.
“How many licks does it take to get to the center of a lollipop?”
There was a strange moment of silence before yoy both erupted into laughter.
Your happy sounds were echoing around the entire floor.
Other than the fact that this might have been the worst “let’s have sexy time” comment he had ever said, you treasured moments like this. These were the times that lingered around you memories for a really, really long time.
You got up from the couch and tore his hand away. “Okay, Mr. Ricciardo. You definitely hit an all time low with that comment. It really sucks out all the intimacy.”
Daniel moved his body closer to yours and kissed your cheek. “Ironic, it was supposed to get me sucking your pussy.”
The way he said pussy sent chills down your spine. You were getting ready to jump on him any moment now.
“I mean, technically… you can still do that." You replied, nonchalantly.
He smiled and pressed his lips against yours. Your lips went at each other like you were in high school again trying to show off who was the better kisser. It was sloppy, wet, messy, and a lot of biting. It was still perfect.
By the time your boyfriend pulled away, you were both panting to catch your breaths.
He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and planted a sweet peck on your neck. Yoy wrapped my arms around his neck and he already knew the cue. His arms dug underneath your back and knees. He effortlessly got up from the couch, holding you close to his chest.
Yoy looked up at him speechless as he casually walked you through the hallways and kicked the bedroom door open.
It was dark here too, minus the moonlight filtering through your bedroom window placed on either sides of the bed. He walked over to your massive bed and gently placed you down.
You bit your lip and Daniel dropped his cap first, revealing a messy bed of hair underneath. In one quick motion, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. His pale skin glowed. The moonlight reflected off his broad shoulders and firm chest.
Your heart wouldn’t shut up. It was like you felt that for the very first time. It was Daniel Ricciardo after all...
His body snaked over time and pinned you down between his legs. Each hand tightly gripped your wrists. The heat from his body was pouring down yours. He arched his neck and placed a kiss on your forehead. Then, he moved over to the tip of your nose, your lips, yours chin, and then down on yours neck. His warm breath tickled you. But you liked it. You loved it, to be exact.
“I’m sorry for being late." Daniel paused. "I genuinely apologize for that and I'm truly sorry, angel." He placed a soft kiss on your lips, like he wanted to taste you gently one more time before attacking like a hungry animal. "But, I’m not apologizing for how I’m going to ruin you tonight."
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requests are always open for my wags <3
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catindabag · 5 months
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TBOSAS on Crack short take (46)
Hilarius: Guys, we have a problem.
Felix: Hilari, please don’t tell me that you’ve invited your creepy old man to one of our ✨TGIF✨ parties again-
Hilarius: That was just one time, Class Pres!😫
Sejanus: Your father literally tried to kidnap my Coryo, my Snow Angel right in front of me, Heavensbee!
Coryo: He also tried to blackmail our poor drunk Felix to go “stargazing” with him.
Festus: And don’t forget Clemmie.
Clemensia: Don’t remind me!😩
Felix: Seriously, Hilari, don’t force me to give your old man another restraining order-
Hilarius: Just listen to me for a sec!😭
Felix: Fine. Fire away, Heavensbee.
Urban: But it better not be about your stupid father!
Hilarius: I swear it ain’t about him! It’s about Juno!
Apollo: What about Juno?
Hilarius: She forgot to take out our school pants from the laundry room!
Festus: So?
Hilarius: They’re still wet from when we “accidentally” flooded that insane monster’s- I mean, Dr. Gaul’s lab with yellow glitter earlier.
Coryo: All of them?
Hilarius: All of them.
Livia: I am so gonna sue Juno and her family for this!
Arachne: Liv, she’s royalty. No one can touch her family-
Livia: Except my mama!
Diana: Where’s Juno anyway?
Hilarius: She’s at the clinic.
Felix: Why? She fainted?
Festus: Was it because of the rabid raccoon I brought earlier to distract Dr. Gaul?
Hilarius: No. She accidentally ate one of Palmyra’s expired egg rolls.
Florus: Not the egg rolls!😱
Felix: Is she still alive?!
Hilarius: Barely.
Palmyra: Don’t look at me~. It’s not my fault that Princess Phipps is not immune to poison-
Livia: But what about our pants?!
Coryo: And our dignity?!
Festus: What dignity?
Coryo: Don’t you remember?! We have another important interview with Lucky Flickerman and his stupid talking bird in two hours!
Felix: On LIVE TV?!
Livia: Duh~.
Lysistrata: Why are we doing another interview with Weather Boy anyway?
Dennis: Our school wants more sponsors, Lizzie~.😏
Apollo: Yup. More sponsors, more money~.🤑
Lysistrata: Then I’m not going!
Gaius: Yo, guys, calm down. We still have our pretty red skirts.
Everyone: . . .
Domitia: Breen, you’re joking right?
Gaius: Nope. And besides, my Tribute needs those sponsors.
Felix: Sh*t. You’re right. I forgot about that.
Androcles: To be fair, we all need sponsors after our last disastrous interview.
Gaius: And honestly, we can still save ourselves from humiliation if you guys just follow my plan.
Coryo: No pants, just skirt- Gaius, you’re a genius!
Sejanus: How is Breen a genius, my love?🥺
Coryo: Babe, don’t you get it?
Sejanus: Get what?
Coryo: We can attract more sponsors with just wearing our iconic red skirt!
Sejanus: Really?!
Lysistrata: Coryo’s right. No pants, just skirts, more sponsors, if you know what I mean~.😏
Dennis: Lizzie, don’t lie. You just want to see Coryo, Felix, and Hilarius in mini skirts-
Lysistrata: And there is nothing wrong with that!
Florus: Well, don’t mind me, I’m just gonna go home-
Pup: Florus, get the razor! We’re all gonna shave our legs today!
Florus: Why?!
Festus: Bestie, if we’re going to go out there and wear our school uniform without pants, and in front of Panem, then we better look sexy in our frilly red skirt-
Dennis: Like those ladies from Breen’s banned magazines?
Sejanus: The same magazines that almost got Highbottom fired from his job?
Festus: Yeah!😎
Felix: *sighs* Well, our reputation is trash anyway. So let’s do it!
Gaius: For the sponsors!
Festus: And the marmalade!
Livia: Fine! But if Hilari’s stupid old man ever comes near us-
Hilarius: Don’t worry, Cardew. We’ll call the Peacekeepers on you- I mean, on him-
Coryo: Hilari, does your old man have a skirt fetish by any chance?
Hilarius: Maybe?
Felix: He does, doesn’t he.😒
Livia: Like father, like son.
Hilarius: I don’t have a skirt fetish!
Sejanus: Then explain why you stole Urban’s extra skirt from his locker yesterday.
Urban: That was you, Hilari?!😡🔪
Hilarius: Why are you guys bullying me!? I’m baby!😭
*Hours later, at the Lucky Flickerman Show*
Lucky: Welcome back, everyone! This is your host, Lucky Flickerman, your favorite Weather Man-
Casca: Booooo! Start the show, Weather Boy!
Lucky: Fine.😞 Let’s welcome back our favorite Mentors-
Domitia: Hi, Lucky!
Lucky: Hi- What happened to your pants?! Why are you guys just wearing your skirt uniform?!😱
Casca: And on LIVE TV?! Crassus Xanthos Snow, how dare you wear your pretty red skirt in front of me-
Coryo: To get more sponsors.🙄
Lucky: Who told you to-
Festus: Dean Highbottom made us do it.😉
Casca: WTH, Creed!😡 I did not-
Felix: My granduncle, the ✨President of Panem✨ gave us permission.😌💅
Casca: That’s a lie!
Urban: So what do you think, Lucky? Do we look good or what?😊🔪
Lucky: Um- I- Well, for legal reasons, we’re ending the show early-
Mr.Heavensbee: Don’t end the show yet! I’m a sponsor! I paid for this!
Hilarius: Why the heck are you here, old man?!
Mr.Heavensbee: I need more cute and sexy photos of-
Lucky: Yup. We are ending the show right now! Bye, everyone!
Casca: I’m calling the Peacekeepers on you, Heavensbee!
Mr.Heavensbee: You can’t arrest me! I’m a senior!
*Meanwhile, at the Zoo*
Jessup: You know what, I’m just glad Coryo and his rich boyfriend provided us a screen to watch their live interviews.
Lucy Gray: Oh, my dear Jessup, you just don’t understand~.
Jessup: Understand what?
Lucy Gray: That their interviews with the funny bird man are always ✨comedy gold✨.
Tanner: Brilliant even.
Coral: I can’t believe my idiot Mender-
Facet: Mentor.
Coral: My idiot Mender looks good wearing that stupid ass skirt!😫
Lucy Gray: Mine too!☺️
Treech: Mine’s the best!
Sheaf: No, mine!
Dill: You’re all wrong! Felix has the sexiest legs!
Mizzen: Dill, shut up! You’re too young for this!
Dill: You’re just jealous that my Mentor’s prettier than yours!
Mizzen: That’s just Ravinstill Propaganda, Dill!
Reaper: Why can’t they just be normal?!😩
Brandy: Says the one who’s shouting at the sky all day.🙄
Lucy Gray: But we all know that my Mentor is the prettiest!
Marcus: F*ck this. I’m going to bed.
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hawkinsincorrect · 1 day
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Robin: I really don't feel like going into work today.
Steve: TGIF at least.
Robin: It's Tuesday.
Steve: Oh, fuck!
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the-garbanzo-annex-jr · 5 months
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by Nellie Bowles
→ Hard right goes White Genocide: The right-wing brand of antisemitism is people saying something to the effect of: Jews hate white people. And we’re seeing that a lot right now, all of a sudden, in very mainstream places. 
Let’s start with The Daily Wire: Candace Owens, a charismatic black conservative, has been harshly critical of Israel. Daily Wire co-founder Ben Shapiro, an observant Jew, was recorded at a private event saying her rhetoric was “absolutely disgraceful.” Candace Owens then posted: “You cannot serve both God and money. Christ is King.” Okay. Random time to bring that up, but okay? 
Then Candace went on former Fox News anchor Tucker Carlson’s new online show. And there, things got weirder. Here’s Tucker Carlson admonishing the Jewish philanthropists who are now refusing to donate to Ivy League schools. Those donors are put off by the woke antisemitism, but Carlson is mad they supported the modern Ivy League to begin with.
“I get why donors are mad. I have no problem with that at all. However, then I thought, well, wait a second, if the biggest donors at, say, Harvard, have decided well, we’re gonna shut it down now, where were you the last ten years when they were calling for white genocide? You were allowing this. And then I found myself really hating those people, actually. You’re okay with that? On what grounds were you okay with that? You were paying for it, actually. As you were calling my children immoral for their skin color. You paid for that. So why shouldn’t I be mad at you? I don’t understand.”
Candace Owens replies: “And obviously, you have a ton of white people that are asking that question, and they’re being called antisemitic, and I think that’s wrong. I think these are meaningful questions that deserve to be answered.” 
Adding to the chorus now is Elon Musk, the owner of Twitter/X. First, a random Twitter user responded to a prompt about what Hitler got right (I wish I was kidding) and wrote the following: “Jewish communities have been pushing the exact kind of dialectical hatred against whites that they claim to want people to stop using against them. I’m deeply disinterested in giving the tiniest shit now about western Jewish populations coming to the disturbing realization that those hordes of minorities that support flooding their country don’t exactly like them too much.” Then Elon Musk himself responded to that random user, writing simply: “You have said the actual truth.” 
And then here’s Charlie Kirk, founder of conservative youth group Turning Point USA, defending Musk: “It is true that some of the largest financiers of left-wing antiwhite causes have been Jewish Americans.” It’s not news that American Jews tend to be liberal. What’s being implied now (and in some cases said quite out loud) is something different, a deep and old conspiracy. And everyone toying with it knows that.
America: we’ve got it all. We’ve got Soviet antisemitism against Israel and Jewish particularity; we’ve got right-wing antisemitism around the question of do Jews want to kill white people and also are they white or what? The gang’s back together. And Jews are screwed.
→ Recess jihad: A Brooklyn parent group has been organizing students to protest the war. The teachers are on board. And so we have scenes out of Brooklyn this week of 700 students from some 100 schools marching, yelling pro-peace slogans like “Fuck the Jews.” Or there’s this great call and response the kids were doing as they marched. Call: Takbir! Response: Allahu Akbar! The kids stopped by some Jewish-owned businesses and did their chants. It was organized by the official parent advisory board, which is funded by taxpayers. I used to think “children are the future” was a hopeful phrase. . . anyway. Takbir! 
→ This man was almost the UK’s prime minister: This week, longtime Labor Party star Jeremy Corbyn refused to call Hamas a terror group, even as a very assertive Piers Morgan pushed him. It’s fun TV to watch because Morgan asked and asked (14 times!) and Corbyn refused, got mad, and eventually just crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. 
But we already know the answer. Here’s Jeremy Corbyn in 2009: “Tomorrow evening it will be my pleasure and my honor to host an event in Parliament where our friends from Hezbollah will be speaking. I’ve also invited friends from Hamas to come and speak as well. . . . the idea that an organization that is dedicated towards the good of the Palestinian people and bringing about long-term peace and social justice and political justice in the whole region should be labeled as a terrorist organization by the British government is really a big, big historical mistake.” 
Kumbahezbollah. 
And this week Corbyn’s brother, former politician Piers Corbyn, called October 7 a “false flag” operation. “The whole thing, whatever happened, was done with the connivance of the government of Israel or they used what happened as a pretext, it was a prepared thing. . . . It was a false flag operation. . . . A bit like Pearl Harbor.” Just like Pearl Harbor. Looks like brother Corbyn has been watching a little too much TikTok. 
In America, presidential candidate and professor Cornel West said this week that the Hamas terrorists were love warriors: “We dish out love warriors and freedom fighters every generation, which means that we stand in solidarity with anybody who’s occupied.” 
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