#ace people ain't robots

[apple-eating-goat]

I am *sick* and *tired* of non-allo representation where the character is Aro/ace. Like yes, they exist, yes, the representation is a good thing, yes, aro/ace people deserve to be seen and heard and represented, but where's the representation for the allo/aces?The Aro/allos? The demi people? The aro- and ace- flux people? WHERE IS OUR REPRESENTATION?!?

[a-pastel-edgelord]

Rintaro Suna believes there are absolutes in life. For example, he'll never score higher than a 75 in social studies, or that chuupets taste best on a hot day... Oh, or that you are totally and completely unavailable.

You call Kita, Shin. You always have ever since he met you. He calls you by your first name as well. He always has ever since Suna knew of your existence.

It's impossible to miss—Kita lives in such a methodical way. Like clockwork you show up in the gym just as practice ends. You help clean up. You make small talk with the team. You wait until Kita is done. Then you walk home together.

Suna didn't think much of you at first, just another person in his orbit. But then, during practice on a particularly hot day you showed up with popsicles and watermelon for the team. Kita scolded you for it, talking about how you spoil them. You shrugged it off, saying you have the right. The rest of the guys rushed to get their treats, Suna gave it a second, too sluggish in the heat. Something cold pressed against his temple. It was you, poking him with a pack of chuupets. You'd gone out of your way to refrigerate them. "You like these right? I saw them on sale so I got you some."

That day, something in his brain stuttered. But not that it mattered because you were taken by the captain of the volleyball team. Even if Kita is a bit of a weird hardass robot kind of guy, Suna likes him. Respects him too much to even entertain the notion of flirting with you.

"Maaaan!" Atsumu whines in the locker room. "I wanna show off my service ace." He's been complaining about you not coming to watch a practice.

Akagi rolls him eyes. "Some people actually study, y'know. Apparently Kita-san is eyein' some fancy university in Tokyo."

"Yeah, Tsumu." Osamu drawls. "Kita-senpai doesn't have volleyball brain like you. So studyin' ain't a lost cause."

Suna pauses halfway through putting on his jacket. "Kita-senpai?" The words are foreign in his tongue.

"Huh?" Gin looks at him. "Yeah. You know. Kita-senpai. They're cousins. We call 'em Kita-senpai so we don't get confused with the captain."

Suna appreciates another absolute as he throws on his shoes and sprints down the stairs to where he knows you're waiting for your cousin. The fact that he is an absolute idiot.

[cryingpariah]

I love how one of the common pitfalls with Vegapunk is that in spite of him being a genius, he rarely actually thinks things through.

Like, he called his collection of scientists dedicated to 'world peace', which by the by consisted of a burgeoning dictator and two eco-terrorists, MADs.

Even though a lot of his inventions like the food machine or the island ac work fine and could be mass-produced by scaling them back a bit, no doubt helping the vast quantities of starving people in the One Piece world, he just hoards everything on Egghead and brands things that more or less work fine as failures because of his perfectionist streak until another idea pops into his head and the cycle starts all over again.

He couldn't put it together that his greatest vice sentience and a physical body would come back to bite him in the ass later on.

He gave the child soldier clone robots access to the Lineage factor of the six most powerful pirates and was shocked when it turned out they inherited personality quirks and memories from them two.

Dude rolled a nat 20 on intelligence but a negative 20 for wisdom. Which btw, Goodness and Wisdom were the two Vegapunk satellites who were taken out early on and if that ain't symbolic I don't know what is.

*slaps the top of Vegapunk's apple head* this fella can fit so much dramatic irony and hubris in him!

Vegapunk is sooooo odd to me. Everything about him is so oxymoronic it’s actually kinda baffling how Oda put everything that he did into this character. He’s all book smarts with absolutely no streets smarts and it’s almost sad to see. Everytime they showed us a decision he had made I was thinking ‘Okay…why would he do that though?’

From the creation of the Satellites (who makes robot versions of themselves that embody literal VIOLENCE AND EVIL and thinks things are gonna be hunky dory?) to the stuff with MADs (NEVER put more than 2 scientists in a room together or they’re gonna try to create a new element and jumpstart the end of the world) to making it so inanimate objects could eat devil fruits (I still want him to walk us through the process for that one causeeee 😬😬) to not joining Dragon and the Revs because they didn’t have the money to support themselves (which like I get it dude but like have a heart they’re trying to liberate the world).

The worst thing about all of this is you can tell he has a good heart, he genuinely wants to share knowledge and make the world better he just..keeps stumbling over that finish line. (Or mor accurately he stops midway through the race and restarts because he figured out a better way to run).

[proxylynn]

Let's talk about the hullabaloo with the new HelluvaBoss episode.

[I am loving the discourse going on in the fandom about the new episode and gender fuckery...or so some are going off about.

I'll mention this one because it's hardly a thing. Andrealphus is gay. No biggie. Some are being weird saying him calling his sister hot is a sign he's not gay, but...Have they never had a sibling do this? "Looking good, sis!" "Bro, you're looking sharp today." I'm also gonna nip this in the butt, no, complimenting your sibling doesn't imply incest, not everything is Game of Thrones. But let's look at the context of when Andrealphus says this. He "compliments" Stella when annoyed and when tries to sway her. She's not bright. He knows this. This is why he says she's lucky she's attractive because he's insinuating it's all she's useful as. A pretty face. Because even his sister is a pawn for his own goals, that should be obvious by now since he's willing to play Octavia (his niece) as a means to an end in his goal for power. This has nothing to do with his sexuality. It never was. He's just a condescending manipulative prick.

Now with that out of the way, onto the main point of contention. Let's talk about Mammon and the confusion that's going on with him being Ace yet making a pass at Leviathan. HE'S STILL FUCKING ACE! I'm Ace. I'm married. I love my husband. Does this mean I'm not Ace? NO! Because Ace is a fucking spectrum and not a clear-cut label that means you are this and this only! Even the most basic definition of Ace is "experience little to no sexual attraction to others". Notice how it says "little to no" and not outright saying no? Yeah, because Aces can still feel shit! A simple Google search isn't so hard to do.

Spectrum: Asexuality exists on a spectrum, and people may experience no, little, or conditional sexual attraction. 

Identity: Asexuality is a sexual orientation and identity, not a medical condition. 

Romantic attraction: Asexual people may still experience romantic attraction. Many asexual people identify as aromantic, meaning they don't experience romantic attraction. 

Celibacy: Asexuality is different from celibacy, which is the choice to not engage in sexual behaviors. 

Health: Asexuality is valid, and many healthy people identify as asexual. 

Some other terms related to asexuality include:

Allosexual: The opposite of asexual, referring to people who experience sexual attraction

Gray asexual: Also called graysexual or gray ace, this term refers to people who fall somewhere between asexuality and allosexuality

Demisexual: People who only experience sexual attraction after forming a close emotional bond with someone

Mammon can still be Ace and flirt. It doesn't make him any less Ace. I'll even take this further. Let's think of this within the context of what we know of Mammon in the episodes connected to him. He had Fizzarolli as his star and needed robotic know-how to not only fix him but also produce the Fizzies. What Sin has this knowledge? Ozzie. As the greedy manipulative businessman he is, he likely schmoozed Ozzie to get on his good side and made it easier to dig his grubby hands into any deal he could sneak out of Ozzie (something he had to work hard to do given how much Ozzie hates Mamms today). Now let's look at things now. Fizzie isn't his star anymore. The Glam Sisters are. And they are very obviously from the Evny Ring. And who runs the Envy Ring? That's right, it's our girls', Leviathan. Now knowing this, doesn't it make sense for him to make a move on them? YES! And it was working too! The lighter head was so digging his rizz (let's be real, Aces just have high charm stats which is why so many want to bang them...Looking at you Alastor simps, I feel you) but the dark head ain't vibing and moved them away. I think he still has a shot of scoring some sort of arrangement that he will no doubt worm into being massively leaning toward his benefits. He does seem to be spreading his influence into all the Rings and he has no issues taking resources in the pursuit of profit. He is doing what his instincts tell him to do to gain the system in his favor and his alone. Look at how he managed to dick over Lucifer, Mammon won the court case to rip off a Pride Ring exclusive thing. He can and will fuck over other Sins/nobles/and royals to get what he wants. This man is a bloody legend with balls of steel!

So yeah. This was my long somewhat rant on why this is ridiculous. Thank you for reading and have a good day/night.]

[idiopath-fic-smile]

My dude. I just finished World Ain't Ready and Keep it Steady in a spam of a WEEK. Now listen, I have been in the longest reading slump AND it's so hard to find good writing that means so much. But your writing has made me so immensely happy and seen. One, your Enjolras being demisexual is so much like me because I know I'm asexual I just don't know where I fall. But the rep with Enjolras is so much like me. You managed to put it into words my lord. And the fact that it was there for when I was dealing with the homophobia at my Christian school is so amazing (I'm not out, so that's a plus to my safety). Like you don't even know how much this media alone has done for me. It's given me a little more hope in humanity. With changing humanity and caring about stuff like that, I'm a mix of Grentaire and Enjolras lol. But Grentaire is literally me reincarnated. Copy and Paste, but he's way cooler and funnier than me no doubt. But yeah. (ps. I also liked your other related fics too lol especially the robot one. It's so cute because of how stubborn Grentaire and Enjolras are in that one!!)

Hey, thanks so much for this message. World Ain't Ready is so long that I always feel kind of honored when people finish it. And Keep It Steady is of course also very close to my heart.

I wrote Enjolras as being on the asexual spectrum well before realizing I was on it too, but I think I did it on some level hoping that it might help ace people feel a little less alone, so this means a lot to me. So sorry about the homophobia at your school, what a rough environment to be trying to learn and exist in. Please take care of yourself, as much as you can, and remember that your continued existence is itself an extremely cool and political act.

I put a fair bit of myself into both Grantaire and Enjolras in this story, so I totally hear you about being a mix of both. So glad you liked the robot fic and thanks again for this extremely lovely message!

[tabulaatlas]

Hsr Voicelines about...

Voicelines from the characters from Honkai: Star Rail about the player/reader. Written as platonic.

Part 5: <Penacony>

Aventurine

About You: I wonder if they really are fools, or if they are just pretending to be so that they can carry out their plan.

Chat-Regard: I admit, at first I thought they had an ulterior motive. But after a long period of observation, I think they are just doing what they want to do. And they enjoy it.

Added to Team: Mm, let's see what kind of bargain you'll make.

Parting: Next time I will introduce you to some… fun games. If we meet again, of course.

Boothill

About You: A fudgin' shame that young'un's a pacifist. But I reckon some things ain't settled with 'an ace in the hole, but with their ace high.

Chat-Regard: Well, looks like they know a bit 'bout fixin' up them robots, but I’ll be damned if I let 'em near mine. Let that sugar mess with them nails of theirs if that's what they wanna. They even wrangled me into joinin' somehow.

Added to Team: Lemme show ya how it's done, partner

Parting: That work ain't no joke, so best up and go while ya can

Gallagher

About You: They have a strange fascination with the history of Penacony. I answered their questions, all truthfully of course, but this old dog's memory isn't what it used to be.

Chat-Regard: Alcoholic beverages are not for children. Despite this, they insisted they were old enough. After giving them one of the lighter drinks, they immediately asked for a 'Wintery Garden'. Jeez, kids these days!

Added to Team: Invite the ol' man to a get-together? Well, why not, I have the time.

Parting: It's getting late. Maybe it's your time to go home.

Misha

About You: (Name)? Well, there are many people who have stayed at the hotel with that name, but since you ask, I think I know who you mean.

Chat-Regard: They are very interested in the history of Penacony. I answered their question, but there wasn't much information I could give them. I told them to ask some of the family members, and by the looks of it, they did. Still… they didn't seem happy.

Added to Team: Oh! Let me help you! I think I know a faster way.

Parting: Next time you visit the hotel, we have to go to the theatre! Only if you want to, of course hehe.

Robin

About You: It is always a pleasure to talk to them. They don't know who I am, so it's always funny to see their reaction when people come up to me and strike up a conversation. I think they think I just have a lot of friends.

Chat-Regard: They travelled far and wide among the stars, but in that time they developed two left feet. i still enjoy dancing with them and it seems they get better with every step!

Added to Team: Let's have a rest after this.

Parting: I look forward to seeing you again, may that time come soon.

[poem-bee]

Explosion Twins (3/?)

Entrance Exam

A/N; So i think i've been doing well so far, i wont be writing ever single thing but i will write bits and pieces. The outfit above is what she wears to the entrance exam. The image isnt mine it just fits the description so ignore the hair face and everything that doesn't match. Enjoy~

I wake up to the sound of my alarm, it feels like someone banged my head into a wall. Don't ask how I know how that feels, I have a hell of a brother.

I take a bath-or shower whatever- then put on blue denim shorts, a black longsleeve, roundneck top, a blue baggy jacket to match the shorts, black socks and white sneakers-or runners- then grab a black hat and head downstairs for breakfast.

Mom and Suki are already at the table when I get downstairs and I'm guessing dad's still in bed since he has a day off today. I greet mom good morning but ignore Suki, just to piss him off. He glares at me throughout breakfast but says nothing.

When we're done wit breakfast, i head out with Suki, sort of excited for the entrance exam. I'm still thinking about the whole ordeal with Midoriya and his new quirk so I almost don't hear when my brother breaks the silence. 

"Remember what I said yesterday?" Suki sunddenly says as we near the UA campus.                                                                                               

"Yea I remember" he hums in acknoledgment before we settle into comfortable silence as we enter the school. The first thing we did was written exams which im pretty sure I aced. Now it's time for the practical exam. 

I should probably look out for Midoriya to see if he actually has a quirk now, if he's even here that is. I look around my surroundings, I was split up from Katsuki once we entered so I'm on my own right now. Its a very big place. It looks somewhat like a city.

Apparently we're fighting robots, and we have to aim for the most points. This shit ain't gonna go smoothly. From what I uderstand from the long explanation we were given;

Each defeated Villain Bot is worth a certain amount of points, which are assigned to the Bots according to their difficulty level:

1 Point - Easy Villains

2 Points - Medium Villains

3 Points - Hard Villains

0 Points - Arena Traps

So my main goal is the 3 pointer and the 0 pointer. I figured they wouldn't have added a 0 pointer if it wasn't strong. If it was weak, it would be useless since it'd be easy to take down.

I also think there might be just 1 or or very little 0 pointers since i haven't seen any. I should have like at least 95 points now. This has been a piece of cake for me so far. Suddenly, the ground shakes and I see a huge robot barreling it's way towards my side of the fake city. 

This is the 0 pointer isn't it? I knew it was gonna be bigger than the rest! Fuck!  The huge robot start smashing and destroying things and I have half a mind to just blow it up. But I can't do that, it would hurt everyone around. Just then, I see Midoriya run towards the robot and smash a hole into it. 

So he does have a quirk now, damn bastard, that's cheating! He destroyedd the bot, but did the same to his arm, seems like he doesn't know how to control it properly. Either that or he's getting side effects from having his quirk transferred.

A voice from a speaker somewhere goes off, "AND THAT'S THE END OF THE PRACTICAL EXAM KIDS! GREAT JOB BEING SUPER HEROES FOR THE DAY!"  Is it just me or does that voice sound very similar to Yamada? Is he a teacher here or something?

I get snapped out of my thoughts suddenly when an old woman I recognize walks by me to get to the injured Midoriya. Recovery Girl? What's she doing here? Whatever, I should get ready for my next practical exam.

I walk out and into the large hall that was made for the people that needed to rest after the exam. I spot Katsuki sitting on one of the benches in thecorner, looking constipated as usual.

I walked over to him as he raises his head so his eyes could meet mine. He looks pretty smug so I guess he got a high score on his first practical exam.

"How was it?" I ask, already knowing he's gonna brag about his scores, even if they aren't gonna make up the total.

"Easiest shit I've ever done, where they even trying to make it hard?!" he yelled in my face, feeling proud of himself. "I got 77 points! Amaizing right?!"

"Great job Suki" I said simply, my head poundidng from all the thinking and secrets that I have yet to tell him about. "What'dya get?" he asked, probably thinking I didn't listen to him and got lower.

"About 95 I think" he smirked wider at that, sometimes I wonder how he can be proud of someone who's better than him in strenght and quirk, shouldn't he hate me? "Glad you didn't fuck up dumbass!" 

I scoff "Come on, lets get going" I say and turn around as he follows closely behind me, still bragging about his scores and how amaizing he was. Maybe i should just enjoy this moment and not let Midoriya's cheating ass take up my mind.

Alright so sorry if these are short, writing a lot in one chapter gives me writers block and hedaches, hope you're liking the story so far!

[greenplantlizard]

drive 1-6, type ZERO, type TV-KUN & 7-9!!!

starting off things with kind of a long post lol, had some free time today (also drive's where rider series really start having a million bonus dvds and specials and such so look forward to like two or three bullet points on a secret mission Type WHATEVER every few episodes :D)

one day, exactly 108 robots showed up and started causing an almighty ruckus through the power of time slow (kinda) until they were stopped by a mysterious guy and his army of toy cars

six months later,,, deep in the terrifying world of The Cops, a detective with a trauma meets a talking fashion accessory and starts on a mission to kill all robots as KAMEN RIDER DRIVE!!!

also he has a car instead of a motorbike, hold your gasps

my dinner based apocalypse

oh boy that's backstory

HAHA OH MY GOD THEY REALLY ARE JUST LIL TOY CARS HUH

anyways, my man has one hell of a car, and he's definitely completely fine yes definitely not slacking off as a coping mechanism nooo

ah i see we're going for more goofy here :)

this belt has a smooth voice

wow that's,,, some headgear and backpacks youse have here

friendly small car

your usual spider and bat motif

it's now time to DRIVE!!!

oh he fast, the spiritual successor to tokusou exceedraft (aka that metal heroes show where a bunch of cops end up fighting satan)

i feel like im pretty neutral on tire changes as a gimmick, like,, it's ok, nothing wrong with it

funky spike

holy fucking shit that's a rider kick

secret department of the special department

BECOMING a belt? what could he mean by that

both of them are using the traffic lights wrong

"both of you may have come from the same source" - ah shinnosuke's seen kamen rider before,,,,

kiriko would have become a kamen rider but management ain't ready for that yet

heart and brain

when shinnosuke finds a clue, he can enter the Detective Dimension to put the clues together

from now on im imagining him doing some kinda ace attorney gimmick in his brain

bringing a new meaning to "looks maxing" (i refuse to write that out properly)

catch me evolving

this car jumps like a mario

tire change that gives you some kind of rack to dry your dishes on

AN EBOY IS HERE

no time to worry about that, there's a guy out here turning people into lugi's mansion ghosts

shinnosuke appreciates the importance of rest

hmmmm, weird artist guy

y'know what, nearly being turned into a paint ghost would be a traumatic experience yeah

"there's no telling what power it could weild!" i mean he has big tubes of paint on him so i wonder what kind of powers he could possibly have

the natural enemies, paint and casinos

horrifying visuals on that finisher

why hello machine chaser

"GUN!" cracks me up

proto drive huh

gotta love going to the office with the information pervert

oh my god they're both roidmudes aren't they

the insistence on making everything come out of the tires leads to some very odd weapons i kinda love it

first rider battle!!! kinda, i guess machine chaser isn't officially a 'rider' but like close enough right

drive trying to quip so hard but no

this guy thinks he's so slick

i need to hear more about these toy cars' internal lives

steering sword has train slash vibes

starting to feel like this guy has no idea what avant-garde means

OH GOD THE DIMENSION CAB'S ABILITY IS EVEN MORE HORRIFYING

what if big monster that punches you

belt with trust issues

just some friendly philosophical debates with chase

wait he drinks explosives?

unfortunately shinnosuke is too weird and crappy today to become type wild

what's a little neurotoxin between friends

lmao i was also gonna ask if mr belt was referring to himself in the third person

meanwhile the special crimes unit takes down some corruption or something i guess

that head tilt, did chase internalise that?

type wild is certainly a kind of design

god i love the people acting like they're being attacked in slowmo

ah, our obligatory cgi vehicle battle

"so rinna's been our mechanic the whole time :)"

i wanted to wait a bit before watching episode 0, because it was released after the start of the series, so i figured it'd be best to watch it after the show itself has had a chance to set up the global freeze and the mysteries surrounding it

neo shade huh??? like the guys from kamen rider g?

this guy is some kind of batman villain

aw yea, it's gonna be proto-drive time

saying "let me down" while fuckoff feet in the air wasn't your smartest move

luckily protoman proto-drive was there to save you

it's the real one for sure this time :D

and then all the stuff we already saw happened

well that didn't really reveal anything important we didn't already know, not that i was expecting it would, but it was cool seeing proto-drive in action

second special dvd time and we've got someone using the name lupin already!!! the ultimate one, no less

fuck you: steals your toy car

why hello 005 again

but who was lupin,,,,,,, >:)

i do love the interconnectivity we have between all the supplementals material already

anyways, inevitable reporter episodes

yeah you can smash a steel beam into those load bearing columns and be fine

ok the photo gimmick is pretty cool

ah yes the other one is cobra isn't it, because of course it is it was that or scorpion

just once i want to see kamen rider do their "original monster reference" theming but throw a sarracenia in there

mr belt really said hey you tried dodging, idiot?

the mystery grows

jun loves a little ankle action

kamen rider monsters love their bizarrely specific modus operandi, ever since kuuga,,,

i think door gun is the perfect name actually

chase is definitely the most interesting part of this so far

i think the kids would say shinnosuke's first attempt to use type technic shows negative aura,,, or something

some riders are born cool, some riders become cool, and some have coolness thrust upon them

type wild actually looks kinda cool to me when i can only see it from the chest up, fun fact

ohohoho he's becoming soft!!! :D

oh my god and i thought type wild was certainly a design,,,, i was right, however, type technic was a fucking CHOICE

like???

my elizabethan ruff hello

OH MY GOD WHY DOES TRIDORON TYPE TECHNIC LOOK LIKE THAT

THE AWFUL GRABBER

A CRAB?

*hits you in the face with a 10-ton weight*

next time, a once in a lifetime opportunity to star in a movie alongside a god?

[possumcollege]

I dont know how it took me till you posted that most recent sole survivor art to learn you were a fallout enjoyed, it fills me with joy. Fave companion/storyline?

Of the main companions, I think my favorites are Dogmeat, Nick, and Piper, but I've probably brought Ada along more than anyone.

I really love the character of this robot, built by a band of survivors from spare parts, developing attachments and feelings. I appreciate her trying to square the conflicting input of grief and justice at the point where neither really fixes anything unless the root of that injury is repaired. Ada's friends died because the robots programming was flawed and lacked the ability to see struggling humans as viable, not because Isabel wanted them to kill. At that point, killing her would be cathartic but it punishes her for a mistake she rekt didn't intend and lowers us to the level of the other wasteland factions who perpetuate the broken exterminationist view of conflict. It lets Ada continue to grow as a living being in spite of her loss and status as a robot. It's something I love about Ada in my interpretation that I felt was lacking in my impression of Curie.

The game wants to give us a romanceable female synth who is even less experienced than we are, so porting a robot's memory into a "human" works but that's a bit cheap for my taste. I don't dislike Curie but I would've enjoyed the option to help her realize a human body wasn't strictly necessary to help people. Developing the "humanity" in a machine feels more in line with rebuilding a better world than finding ways to eliminate the anthropocentric limitations of machines in a world where they can be fully sentient.

And yes, I think you should still be able to romance Robot Curie. It seems to work for Mr. Zwicky and Miss Edna! I think that's sweet and let's be play this as a world where people realize joy is precious wherever you find it instead of queueing up Curie's emergent personality. We see plenty of other robots with fully functional autonomous identities. The ability to accept them for who they are and can become in spite of their origins is a wonderful aspect of the world for me.

In general, I like keeping folks around and trying to give them another chance to make a go of it in the Commonwealth without the Institute or the Brotherhood trying to pull the strings from above or below. I try not to kill anyone I know I don't have to unless they're going to keep trying to kill me.

I've destroyed the Prydwen and the Institute every time, but I wish there could've been opportunities to bring a few BOS characters over to my side in the process, Proctor Ingram, in particular. I also like that there are hard choices to make though, that characters you would want to join you can just have incompatible ideology and loyalty.

For the game's sake I back the minutemen and the Railroad, but ideologically, the Atom Cats are my "faction" of choice. They're good people, hacking out a place for themselves, putting their skills to less genocidal use, and trying to bring a bit of light and beauty to their little peninsula. They watch out for their friends and neighbors. They ain't so keen on exterminating anything in particular. They aren't looking to rule over anything in spite of their impressive power armor skills. My favorite outfit these days is the armored AC jacket and modded Mechanist helmet.

Far Harbor has some great missions too. The hotel murder mystery is a hoot and the settlement locations offer a lot to play with. I try to strike a live-and-let-live balance there too, preserving the synth refuge, Far Harbor, and the CoA if I can help it. I never rat them out to the BoS. The memory-retrieval mini game missions are miserable though! It glitched out on my first playthrough and I couldn't finish it before my PS4 died.

Favorite settlements are probably vault 88, the Starlite drive-in (makes a fanatic multistory apartment base), Spectacle Island, Abernathy farm, Egret Tours Marina, the lumber mill, Outpost Zimonja, Greygarden, and the lighthouse. I'm a fan of modding-off the build limits and resource cheats so I can build elaborate apartment blocks out of scaffolding, warehouse bits and vault pieces. I can't get enough of encasing ruined buildings in larger buildings like warehouses or vault atrium assets too. After a while, the settlement building becomes my favorite aspect of the game after the story and world-building.

[saarahrussooo]

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes, six minutes)

Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)

Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what

If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble

And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat

Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac', backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackity-yack

And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad

It's actually disastrously bad

For the wack, while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid, did nothin' but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Mc's get taken to school with this music

'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim

Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position

To meet Run-D.M.C and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only hall of fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame)

You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay lookin' boy

So gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin' boy

You witnessin' a mass-occur

Like you're watchin' a church gathering take place lookin' boy

"Oy vey, that boy's gay", that's all they say, lookin' boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "Way-to-go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say, lookin' boy?

I get a "Hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy

I'ma work for everything I have

Never asked nobody for shit, get outta my face, lookin' boy

Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable

Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off then I'm reloadin' immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'

But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothin' in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me, my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though

For good at least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle

Enough rhymes to maybe to try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big, and here they come tryin' to

Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One

When I tried to say, "I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal comin' through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal

And I just bought a new ray-gun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singin' to a man while he played piano

Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day

"Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you"

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)

Uh, sama lama duma lama, you assumin' I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you, I'm superhuman?

Innovative and I'm made of rubber

So that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feelin' like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Oh, he's too mainstream

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

It's not hip-hop, it's pop, 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm rippin' any one of these verses diverse as you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you can sacrifice virgins too? Uh

School flunkie, pill junkie

But look at the accolades the skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues

But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat

Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky but funky

But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women-hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

But if I can't batter the women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for (Satan)

It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas

And take a vacation to trip a broad

And make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a God?

(I sent this to India)

where is this from😭

[l3m0ngal5]

Mafia au

"So how to go guys" I smiled at My Returning friends Vasilia Pushed a foil wrapped something In my hands " Good news , benjamin , its a sandwich shop" heath stepped forward and cut her off Causing the freakishly tall woman to Stare daggers into her Equally Tall friend " It turns out he knows an old friend of mine and he's just some ex Dinosaur Bone specialist" The final one of the theey members who volunteered was Mara and all she did was had Me a picture Was only one word living her mouth "grumpy" The free of them Left . I looked down at the picture he What's good looking! And he made sandwiches I smiled at the concept I never really believed in Soul mates but he was checking all the boxes as I giggled I bit into the Panini And I was suddenly in heaven The flavors Wher mixing into Each other bouncing and changing Beautifuly. " You ain't got a name tag" I smiled the true is .I knew his name I just needed to hear it " I don't like strangers knowing my name" My smile didn't waver I like a challenge " mines benny, benny sharp" He rolled his orange brown eyes I watch them glint from side to side The light trying to hide behind the black Glasses that adorned his face " You're not gonna leave me alone till I tell you" With a sigh he finally caved " Champagne mcgreger" My Smile widened at the win As I loudly told him that He Was now on my top ten list of names" He groaned And yet a smile was hidden behind it I'm with that.I knew I was gonna show up every week and I did I talk about robot and he'd talk about His old Job " One of them actually tried to put the tail joint into a leg once" I could go into my sandwich As he continued " So I guess this is better even if I did get Frattened a Few nights ago He said if I ever Enter his Street again I'd get a New hole" I smile Through my anger , giving him some extra money " Compensation for me not to tell in my stories" The glinting circle once again appeared in his eyes I smiled at it before Leaving my happy go lucky Damina dropping " Kayla Find out which idiot Been Threatening people down on pill-Street" " Woah ben never sees as angry before How about we Gather The gang and get a drink Tomorrow night" I gave a nod my anger dissipating I let my usual smile return.and jumping into a conversation with mara " So you've been talking to that champagne guy, he's grumpy.And he makes sandwiches" Mara joined us after I helped to get away from a bad relationship Becoming one of are Best assets and one of the best at reading me Specially since we're quite similar When it comes what we're looking for in a man ,What do you think i'm Sending war against pill-Street She Loudly laughed " You're a hopeless romantic" She was right I enjoyed Threatening the Ally rat who said those word. The next day walking to the sandwich shop Champagne gave his light groan As he got started on , my sandwich didn't even need to ask " Remember that guys I mentioned he showed up here and apologised" My smile grow thinking about his safety " Good good good Hey you wanna join me for some drinks tonight Don't worry my friends will be there" His eyes circled Behind his yes. When he showed up , he looked Better than usual Just

Removing the apron made him Look Different in a good way Hey gorgeous I blabbed out " You have a lot of friends" I put my arm around his back Supportively Don't worry you're gonna be fine and It was so we ended up Chatting with silly I Tell one of the stories champagne hadn't already heard How l Built my Fastest car leaving out the mafia Parts I knew I couldn't tell him " So that's really possible How are you Such a Cartoon genius" I shrugged as v chimd in Some of her fashion stories Even give you a compliment to champagne outfit Things are going great until the Gorgeous sandwich got a little too drunk So I took him back to mine He looked So tired so I let him Half the bed and whispered to his unconscious body " I promise to give you anything you need". He woke up confused after I told him he actually got almost emotional " Thanks benny Honestly, when I first met you.I thought you were just some Flirtatious annoyance I was wrong" My heart pounded as I left The room letting him get dressed. The walk to the door was in uncomfortable but as he was one step away From leaving He turned around and kissed me And I kissed back it got longer and more passionate until We fell Into my office His eyes turned to freer "y, your a mob boss" As if it couldn't get worse, his eyes stopped on the screen And he saw himself " And you've been Spying on me Whith that he ran. My usual smile was gone no matter where I looked , it wasn't they But about 1 week into this funk.Ana Pulled me over I'm Guided me to the sandwich shop Inside was two people champagne And mara " She was just telling Me about what you do Which is a lot More good than I expected" Anna Exerted herself in Causing a proud look to come over my face " He Let's sterling and alexis Take Me and zack in for training" A jokingly said that alexis runs The place more than I do but Thinking back now she does " When my life Became a more about What he wanted me to be then What I actually was Benny You came in and saved me" Champagne got close Really close " I'm sorry I came across a real life superhero when yelled at him" Suddenly there it was my smile " I wouldn't call myself a superhero I'd call myself yours"

[my-chaos-radio-70s-list]

Never Let Her Slip Away - Andrew Gold

New Kid In Town - Eagles

New York Groove - Ace Frehley

Nice And Slow - Jesse Green

Night Fever - Bee Gees

Night Owl - Gerry Rafferty

Nights In White Satin - The Moody Blues

Nights On Broadway - Bee Gees

Nights On Broadway - Candi Staton

-

On Me Oh My, Goodbye - Champagne

Oh Susie - Secret Service

One For Me, One For You - La Bionda

One Step Beyond - Madness

Ooh La La - The Rubettes

Oxygene Pt. 4 - Jean-Michel Jarre

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Penny Lane - The Beatles

Pilot Of The Airwaves - Charlie Dore

Please Don't Go - KC & The Sunshine Band

Pop Muzik - M

Pretty Little Angel Eyes - Showaddywaddy

Promises - Eric Clapton

-

Reunited - Peaches & Herb

Ring My Bell - Anita Ward

Rivers Of Babylon - Boney M.

Rockin All Over The World - Status Quo

-

Sacramento - Middle Of The Road

Sailing - Christopher Cross

Seasons In The Sun - Terry Jacks

September - Earth, Wind & Fire

She's In Love With You - Suzi Quatro

Shine A Little Love - Electric Light Orchestra

Sir Duke - Stevie Wonder

Sky High - Jigsaw

Soley Soley - Middle Of The Road

Solsbury Hill - Peter Gabriel

Some Girls - Racey

Sometimes When We Touch - Dan Hill 

Song For Guy - Elton John

Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word - Elton John

SOS - ABBA

Standing In The Rain - John Paul Young

Stayin' Alive - Bee Gees

Still The Same - Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band

Street Life - The Crusaders

Stumblin' in - Chris Norman, Suzi Quatro

Substitute - Clout

Such A Night - Racey

Sultans Of Swing - Dire Straits

Surfin' USA - Leif Garrett

Sunday Girl - Blondie

Sunny - Boney M.

Sweet Talkin' Woman - Electric Light Orchestra

-

The Air That I Breathe - The Hollies

The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan - Marianne Faithfull

The Ballroom Blitz - Sweet

The Joker - Steve Miller Band

The Logical Song - Supertramp

The Man With The Child In His Eyes - Kate Bush

The Name Of The Game - ABBA

The Robots - Kraftwerk

The Same Old Song - Pussycat

The Things We Do For Love - 10cc

Them Heavy People - Kate Bush

Ticket To Ride - The Beatles

Too Much Heaven - Bee Gees

Tragedy - Bee Gees

Trojan Horse - Luv'

Try Me, I Know We Can Make It - Donna Summer

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Union City Blue - Blondie

Up The Junction - Squeeze

-

Venus - Shocking Blue

Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles

-

We Are Family - Sister Sledge

We Don't Talk Anymore - Cliff Richard

We Will Rock You - Queen

We've Got Tonight - Bob Seger

Weekend - Earth & Fire

Werewolves Of London - Warren Zevon

What A Fool Believes - The Doobie Brothers

What Is Life - George Harrison

Whatever You Want - Status Quo

When - Showaddywaddy

When I Need You - Leo Sayer

When You're In Love With A Beautiful Woman - Dr. Hook

White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane

Who Were You With In The Moonlight - Dollar

Windsurfin' - The Surfers

With A Little Love - Wings

Wonderful Christmastime - Paul McCartney (Xmas)

Wouldn't It Be Good - The Beach Boys

Wuthering Hights - Kate Bush

-

Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart

You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet - Bachman Turner Overdrive

You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) - Sylvester

You Really Got Me - The Kinks

You Set My Heart On Fire - Tina Charles

You To Me Are Everything - The Real Thing

You're More Than A Number In My Little Red Book - The Drifters

Young Hearts Run Free - Candi Staton

[threeappleseeds]

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-) Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!)

Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time,

I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce '

Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!)

MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me?

I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame

You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay-lookin' boy

So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!)

You're witnessin' a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay!"

That's all they say, lookin' boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "Way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit

Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause- I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin

You rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off, then I'm reloadin'

Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'

But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"

Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream" Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie

But look at the accolades these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

And I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"

But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!

But if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation

To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?

Eminem Rap G-d

[q4xd589nor]

Someone on discord got me this idea to replace every word in rap god with rat ha ha

"Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings" "But I'm only going to get this one chance" (six minutes-, six minutes-) "Something's wrong, I can feel it" (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!) "Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances" "You are just what the doc ordered"

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rat God, Rat God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rat like a robot, so call me Rat-bot

But for me to rat like a computer, it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rattity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rat crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack Ratters are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rat God, Rat God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to, "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame) You guys think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay lookin' boy So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!) You're witnessin' a massacre Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay!" That's all they say, lookin' boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause-

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rat God, Rat God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent (Holy shit it says rodent ha ha), I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep throatin'

I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinscher in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to

Maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Ratters are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal? Fuck bein' normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream", well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs, you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fuckin' wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation, understand the discrimination But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for (Satan), it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?

[doctortonytchopper]

Hang the FUCK on

I'm really getting tinhatty but I NEED to get things out of my brain or I'm not sleeping

IF????? Ok if the 20 MDs were working on a combo devil fruit and fucked up somehow or something - the guy died and it respawned near Chopper, or it needed to be grown on a tree in the forest or some shit, or it fell out of one of their pockets and Chopper found it while grazing or what the fuck EVER

Like ik the reference is that humans have some shared genes w mushrooms. I KNOW

But it also looks a whole fucking lot like two separate devil fruits combined.

And we never saw Chopper find it or eat it.

Also, there's the weird mushroom thing - I mean why the fuck did Jango get a mushroom growing on his face and then it gave him hypnosis powers I mean really. But some people have speculated about a mushroom race...Luffy ate all these weird mushrooms on Amazon Lily . ...whatever. mushrooms have a weird role in the story idfk. Maybe it wsd a devil fruit x literally magic mushroom combo

Idk!!!

I just like, ??? What if choppers devil fruit seems so fucking weird cause it was a like prototype way to combo a fruit, but approached from a medical science perspective instead of a like chemical and robotics science perspective? Again, these are distincted as two fairly intensely separate sciences in the op world, not a whole lot of overlap. Vegapunk is making clones and green blood but he ain't augmenting humans or healing them afaik

"Why are the castle guards gone?" "The 20 MDs are having them look for some mushroom that can cure all diseases" why the hell would they be doing that if kureha OBVIOUSLY knows that's not a real thing, and the MDs are shown to be pretty on par with her in terms of goodass doctors. Why the fuck would they think that was a real thing?

Unless the guys talking about it misunderstood - and it was something they created, and somehow lost.

Tbh - we never saw blackbeard eat his fruit either, did we? He had it when he fought Ace but like are we sure he didn't wait to eat it once he had it, go to drum, had it augmented, THEN ate it in the 2ish months til ace caught up with him?

I mean there's also a nonzero chance wapol ate blackbeard and combined him w someone else like chessmarimo lmfao that was two guys in one guy. Didnt they both have devil fruits? Maybe he's the first guy to have two fruits lmfao. Maybe they're also foreshadowing for huge blackbeard reveals later

Im losing it why are people not talking about what tf blackbeard was doing on Drum I need someone to be insane with about this

[z4life]

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-)

Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!)

Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what

If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble

And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match

With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'

Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid

Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!)

MCs get taken to school with this music

'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme"

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim

Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren

Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position

To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them

Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

On the wall of shame

You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay-lookin' boy

So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!)

You're witnessin' a mass-occur

Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy

"Oy vey, that boy's gay!" That's all they say, lookin' boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "Way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy?

I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy

I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit

Get outta my face, lookin' boy!

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable

Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause-

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod

This planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin

You rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off, then I'm reloadin'

Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'

But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothin' in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me, my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though

For good at least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes

To maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case 'cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come tryin'

To censor you like that one line

I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I

Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal!

And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singin' to a man while he played piano

Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station

The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"

Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?

Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything

You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

"Oh, he's too mainstream"

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

"It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie

But look at the accolades these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

And I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel

I'ma sleep in the front seat

Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"

But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred

I have, then you may be a little patient

And more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!

But if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake

If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation

To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a god?

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-)

Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!)

Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what

If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble

And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match

With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'

Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid

Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!)

MCs get taken to school with this music

'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme"

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim

Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren

Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position

To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them

Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

On the wall of shame

You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay-lookin' boy

So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!)

You're witnessin' a mass-occur

Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy

"Oy vey, that boy's gay!" That's all they say, lookin' boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "Way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy?

I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy

I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit

Get outta my face, lookin' boy!

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable

Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause-

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod

This planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin

You rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off, then I'm reloadin'

Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'

But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothin' in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me, my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though

For good at least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes

To maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case 'cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come tryin'

To censor you like that one line

I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I

Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal!

And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singin' to a man while he played piano

Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station

The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"

Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?

Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything

You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

"Oh, he's too mainstream"

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

"It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie

But look at the accolades these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

And I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel

I'ma sleep in the front seat

Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"

But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred

I have, then you may be a little patient

And more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!

But if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake

If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation

To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a god?