#sycophantic...

[anonyhun]

Shadow really did just drop the word sycophantic in a baby show

[eightyonekilograms]

Props again to Kelsey Piper for the perfectly-sprung trap: publish one article about OAI's sketchy equity clawback gag-order provisions, bait Altman into saying he had no idea this was happening, and only then drop the second article including the contract with Altman's signature at the bottom:

This guy has been a sleazebag for so long and I'm glad it's finally catching up to him.

[blueberry-bubbles130]

I’ve been thinking a little after going back to Bully and watching a ton of playthroughs, retrospectives and reading other people’s posts. And I’ve come to the conclusion that Earnest could have been on a similar level as Gary as a villain in trying to take over the school.

Earnest is clearly shown to be very perverse, with the mission where he gets Jimmy to take inappropriate photos of Mandy. Then those photos are distributed across the town. On top of the design of his campaign flag and mentioning wanting to build a nuclear bomb. He’s a very scummy person. And I’d say he is somewhat aware Gary is a terrible person himself, as during Complete Mayhem he says “with my brains and Gary’s lack of morals” and Gary’s manipulation is just causing him to overlook the fact that Gary is completely egotistical and just out for himself to get control over the school.

I’ll link it when I find it again. But I think it’s a Reddit post or a comment on a specific post said something I think is accurate in that Earnest’s cowardice being a factor In what stopped him from personally taking over the school. Despite the fact that the nerds lack the manpower compared to other cliques, they have more advanced weaponry. Such as the firecrackers, spud guns, and the spud canon outside of the observatory.

Regardless of what you think of Earnest, I think it’s interesting how he had the potential to be a villain in his own right on a similar level to Gary. He has a decent motivation in that he’s been horribly bullied by the jocks and by taking over the school he can do what he said in his candidate speech in chapter 1 of getting rid of sports.

[grumpyoldemogirl]

It's not about reciprocation, it's just all about me

A sycophantic, prophetic, Socratic junkie wannabe

[m-has-a-blog]

under a tornado warning so this might not send as i am in the basement but still thinking about the croat man. here is an insane sadist! he is incapable of making decisions on his own! he is JEALOUS and AMBITIOUS. He has no idea what to do with power once he gets it. He attaches himself to powerful men because he wants to be one and powerful women because he wants to be led by them and then resents his inferior position. When he does take initiative it only alienates the people he is trying to impress. He is a sadistic torturer and also, often, a genuinely nice guy. He is a mad scientist. He has 700 delusions of grandeur at all times. He has no feet in reality. He's suicidal but can't bring himself to kill himself so he comes up with an elaborate plot to manipulate an extremely angry woman with way better things to do into doing it, fails, and then saves her life and helps her anyways. I love him. I, unfortunately, deeply understand him. what the hell is happening to me

[shinygoku]

Percy and the Coaches

Seems kind of odd in hindsight how Percy covering the Ffarquhar line during the Sodor Strike in Troublesome Engines is barely covered with a single sentance, isn't it? So odd, indeed, that I decided to turn my wheels for another fic for the first time in ages! Enjoy~

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Going back onto the main line, as he was specially sent for by The Fat Controller, was unexpected but something that Thomas was ready to roll with. Something about the Tender Engines having a strop and being rude to Edward?! What silly behaviour indeed! The very morning he was informed, he bustled down, but didn’t get to take in much information before the Controller himself was speaking with him, Edward, and a green Tank Engine who Thomas hadn’t seen before.

Thomas was quietly relieved that he wasn’t to go back to shunting, and wasn’t too worried about the task to pull trains on the mainline (where Edward would be in control of the opposite direction). It was no longer his heart’s desire, now he had his beloved Branch Line, but it was still a thrilling prospect. Which helped take the edge off his concern for his equally beloved Coaches, Annie and Clarabel. He wouldn’t be able to take them along with him, and in any case it would be better for his Branch Line to have his faithful coaches keeping their eyes on things. That meant that someone else would have to take them out on runs, and the someone else was the new Tank Engine he’d met that morning.

Thomas couldn’t quite trust another Tank Engine with Annie and Clarabel yet, and he wasn’t sure just why. Part of it was that the Green Engine was indeed brand-new to this railway, and didn’t know the first thing about Ffarquhar, but there was something else.

“He seems decent enough, I suppose. But I can’t tell if there’s much going on behind his eyes! He’s got this sort of face, how would Gordon put it– not that I think Gordon is right about whatever it is he’s blathering on about now! Just– oh! It’s so annoying, if The Fat Controller brought him in he must be sensible, but I can’t quite make the connection.”

His Fireman murmured suggestions while cooking a late breakfast on his shovel. Thomas didn’t know what some of them meant. 

“Retty-sense? What’s that all about?” he asked, distracted from the moods he was going through.

“My education is wasted on you,” Fireman sighed, before pausing to take a bite out of his runny egg sandwich. “Nevermind, Driver will tell me off if I put new ideas into your smokebox anyway.”

Driver and Clarabel’s Guard came back from the conversation at the station building, where it was established that Thomas’s footplate crew were to remain with their charming (and fussy) Engine. Both of them were very keen to assure him that both of his faithful coaches would be well looked after. Driver also hastened to get back on the footplate while Fireman was still cooking, before the shovel would be returned to its standard use.

Feeling a little better, Thomas again remembered the remark ‘Common Tank Engines’ and felt his fire burn a smidge hotter, and then a curious sound like alarm from his crew …and their rapidly blackening bacon.

== ==

In the whirlwind that had him successfully sold to this portly new owner, given a name, driven to the Railway and having another half-day to be refreshed in the basics by a nice local Engine, Percy was still quite abuzz in the thrill of it all.

Most of this was decidedly simple, of course. He’d been bought and sold and sent to many and various corners plenty of times before, and this little island being uncharted territory was the trickiest part. Well, and getting used to having a name now, but as long as there weren’t any other Percies then he should be fine.

A blue Tank Engine had appeared, seemingly one of the old guard of the island. He seemed confident, openly scoffing at the Big Engines and bustling off with his new assignment swiftly.

Well, except for one moment. Percy was having his coal and water topped up, as the Number One Engine was given a bit more detail than what Percy’s New Controller had initially offered. Number One’s face wouldn’t stop shifting between moods! It was almost funny to see, but Percy started to wonder what exactly had caused it. Oh dear! Maybe it was the island’s Coal! If that was the case, he’d probably start feeling peculiar before long, too!

Ah, but he was still new here, and it would look better not to make a fuss. And anyway, maybe that only had an effect when one had been on the island for quite a while. He needed to make a good impression, and he’d been tasked with running a branch line!

It may have occurred to Percy that it was a little odd to prioritise a branch line when the Main line was only having a single train in each direction at this time, but his wasn’t to reason why. They wanted him to run the line, so he’d be doing that with gusto.

The crew he’d been given did not appear to be old hands in this part of the island (honestly, they didn’t seem that old at all to Percy), but they swiftly adjusted to his cab and water and bunker needs, so that was enough for him. A Guard emerged from the Coach Who Had Brakes, and strode up to them.

To the crew, he said, “I’m sure you know enough about our Thomas to understand the gravity of this task.” They made affirmative sorts of noises.

To Percy, he said, “These coaches are very well mannered ladies, so be sure to treat them gently.”

“Oh, yes sir! Of course, sir!”

“Have you pulled many passenger trains before?”

“Oh, no sir! Barely any, sir! I’ve done all sorts but I’ve never even seen any coaches like this before, sir!”

His crew groaned. Was he supposed to say something different?

After a talk, where the Guard made several important notes and Percy’s new Driver became rather shorter in his replies and stiffer in pose, while his Fireman barely stopped smirking, they eventually broke apart to return to their respective spots.

A remark made in Percy’s cab was drowned out by the sound of coal being tossed into his fire. Ooh, he was eager to get going now!

He bustled over to meet the coaches. Their names were Annie and Clarabel, but only one of them could see him from this angle. He didn’t know which it was.

“Oh my, who might you be?” She asked.

“Where’s our Thomas?” Asked the other one.

“Good morning! My name is Percy, I’m here to run the Branch Line while your Engine helps out on the Main Line!” he beamed.

“Thomas, on the main line? Oh dear!”

“Oh goodness, I do hope he’ll be alright!”

They were coupled on, and Percy was again too awash in the excitement of this rare new situation to notice they hadn’t really paid much attention to him. His crew seemed to be operating a little slower than was needed, too, but the countryside line had plenty for Percy to look at.

Eventually they reached a junction that joined with the main line and had to wait. A blue engine rushed up, soon revealed to be the Tank Engine. When he caught sight of Percy, again his face shifted so suddenly it was quite comical, though this time the coaches behind Percy started to call out.

“Thomas!”

“Oh, Thomas! Hello!”

But Thomas (as his name seemed to be) couldn’t stop, instead whistling twice before disappearing down the line.

== ==

Percy was sitting idly, chortling to himself by remembering some of the silly behaviour of the Big Engines that Edward had told him. How the ringleader, Gordon, had had a jammed whistle once after being so stodgy about the etiquette, and that time his safety valve burst. What a joke! And there were less tales of the other two, but it did further prove to Percy, at least, how daft they all were. Strike indeed!

Whyever would Engines need to strike? Or humans, for that matter?

His crew were walking back towards him, not as content as he was here in the sun. There was an indistinct din in the distance, probably more people, but Percy hadn’t a clue what that lot were trying to say. He’d merely tuned it out ages ago, but it did seem to have redoubled around the same time his crew reappeared. How queer!

“Well, Percy, old boy–”

“Young, surely? He looks like a baby!”

“That confirms you ain’t polished him like you said, his builder’s plate is right there! He’s old as the hills!”

“Oh! No I’m not!!” Percy cried, nettled.

“Anyway. Well Percy, intermediate boy that you are, I hope you enjoyed your work on this Branch line–”

“Absolutely, sir! I have indeed!”

“Let me finish. Hope you enjoyed it as it looks like things will be back to normal soon. For a loose definition of Normal, anyhow.”

Percy’s face fell. “Oh sir, I won’t be going back to the Mainland, will I?”

“You dolt! You’ve got him upset now!”

“Oh, shove it. No, Percy, you’ll be the shunter at the big station, like you were that first day. THAT’s what I meant.”

“Oh, splendid, then!”

“Yeah, wonderful. But it’s something, ain’t it? Puts bread on the table.”

“Br…red? Why are you painting your table?”

“I’m still not convinced he’s not a newborn, ‘ere.”

Percy was too busy beaming, the Big Station was exciting a prospect. So many trucks to play with, the high glass canopy where light danced down, more coaches –oh, and he supposed more engines too. The same daft trio who’d caused all the mess? Well, they oughtn’t be too bothersome after this, making a fuss over nothing as he’d been told.

The two coaches he’d been pulling had been nice, but Percy did quietly wonder how long they were for this world, with how much that Guard had talked about pulling them gently and carefully. Hopefully the other rakes he’d assemble on the main line would take a playful bump or two… not too much, of course, Percy still had to profusely thank the Controller more for these exciting new tasks, and being sent back before then wouldn’t do.

== ==

The two tank engines didn’t get to swap stories with one another, their crews went on different rosters as relief shifts were shuffled and contracts were looked at again. Percy saw the blue Tank Engine looking much more Well, his face calmer than he’d ever seen it, and Thomas saw the green Tank Engine with flushed cheeks and a smile of gleeful anticipation. But it was fine, they weren’t likely to see each other so often they needed to take that much notice, did they?

“Annie! Clarabel!” Thomas beamed, not even hesitating before backing onto them to make their iconic Train.

“Thomas, are you quite alright?”

“Yes, you must be exhausted, on the main line like that, an Engine of your build?!”

“Ohh, don’t worry about me! I’ve been fretting over you two, did that green fellow treat you alright?”

“Oh yes, Percy was fine.”

“Percy was a very polite sort. Maybe a little slow and cautious.”

“O-ho? Too slow for your liking?”

The coaches fell into the comfortable, delightful pattern of quarreling with Thomas about his running too fast, and he chided them for being fussy old things. 

At the Big Station, Gordon watched from a siding, as Percy pushed a coach rake into the buffers. The coaches all made indignant sounds with the bump.

“If only little Thomas could see Sense,” he bemoaned. “But maybe this little green one is far cleverer than even I had accounted for. It seems he had restraint enough for those two to not have been converted into matchsticks. But I suppose that’s something to be grateful for…”

[allgremlinyaps]

"fag hag" this, "fag hag" that, what about Hag Fags. the important role of a Hag's Fag. a Hag's government issued Faggot that is assigned to her on her 3rd birthday.

[untidlevoid]

my life has now fall off here a drawing why i live in my head

[brunchrodent]

Get armed up.

Get armed and train.

If you are marginalized, now’s not the time to be playing the “oh no we should be peaceful” card. Get fucking armed up.

If you are unable to get a firearm because of things like diagnosed suicidal ideation, look up alternatives to firearms for defense.

A bat, a brick, a stick, a knife, a bow, a truncheon of any type, YOUR OWN FISTS! ANYTHING!

Just get it, practice, learn how to defend yourself. We are entering an era of jackassery that is filled with piss smelling morons who WILL NOT HESITATE to try and hurt you or kill you.

I will fucking defend each and every one of you with my goddamn life, do the same for your neighbor. I DONT WANT TO OPEN MY LOCAL NEWS AND SEE THAT ANY OF YOU HAVE BEEN VICTIMIZED BY SOME FUCKWIT WHO CANT HANDLE THAT YOU EXIST.

I LOVE YOU.

I RESPECT YOU.

[shesgonnachangetheworld]

since everyone clearly decided to memory-hole the last trump administration, here's a reminder that a big reason it wasn't as bad as it could've been (and note, it was still fuck awful) was because people were constantly getting fired/quitting the administration because they are all so deeply incompetent. articles were written about the absurd turnover rate. demi adejuyigbe wrote a song about it

[eaglesnick]

“Don’t accept your dog’s admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.”— Ann Landers

Nigel Farage, MP for Clacton, is in America again rather than attending to the needs and concerns of his constituents here at home. Farage has made a fortune from his American speaking engagements and according to The London Economic, is the “highest earning MP in Parliament.”

Last August, having “rarely been seen" in his Clacton constituency, he came under criticism for neglecting his duties as a representative MP. The good people of Clacton need not of worried.

“Farage’s £32k all-expense paid trip to America was to ‘represent Clacton on the world stage’"  (The London Economic: 17/08/24)

How much Farage is getting for his latest trip to America is not known, but he certainly isn’t there on behalf of Clacton. He is there to sing his own praises and to try and rescue his strained relationship with his once "good friend" Donald Trump.

According to The i Paper, Farage is claiming

 “…how he had been personally responsible for Brexit and how Brexit had made a wave which carried Donald Trump into power the first time around.” (21/02/25)

Brexit did not win Trump the election. Clearly, the Brexit obsessed Farage is delusional. How delusional, is made perfectly clear by Farage stating  in the same speech::

“Trump is simply the bravest man I know and we should applaud him.”

Trump is the man who tells the world Ukraine started the war with Russia. Trump is the man who calls Volodymyr Zelenskyy a dictator. Trump is the man setting up the conditions for a wider war in Europe. These are not the actions of someone to be applauded. They are not the actions of a “brave man” but the actions of a delusional autocrat.

Farage would also like to spread lies and untruths like Donald Trump but is prevented from doing so.Yesterday he told his American right-wing audience:

"In my country you can't say anything because you might get thrown in prison"  (Mirror: 20/02/25) 

Really? 

For a moment let us imagine free speech is under attack. Who does Farage propose we chose as our champion? Elon Musk of course.  The problem with this, however, is Musk’s track record.

American CNBC tells us that:

“Musk’s free speech advocacy seems to apply mostly to his own speech or that of his fans and promoters. When it comes to his employees’ free speech, Musk demonstrates little tolerance. Musk has repeatedly sought control over what journalists, bloggers, analysts and other researchers say about his businesses, their products, and himself.” (25/04/22)

Not such a good role model after all. But Farage wasn’t really in America to advance free-speech or to “represent Clacton on the world stage", he was there for more self-serving motivations.

No doubt Farage was paid for his 30minute speech but that isn’t the reason he was there. Farage has lately come under repeated criticism form both Musk and Trump and his trip to America  was essentially a damage limitation exercise.

I watched the full 30-minute speech on Youtube and it was one of the most sycophantic displays by any politician I have ever witnessed. It was a masterclass in sucking up to the "big boys" and, quite frankly, embarrassing to watch.

Farage is not only continuing to toady up to Trump because he sees him as a powerful and like-minded ally, but because he is still hoping Musk will bankroll Reform UK as once promised. Unfortunately, Farage’s support is no longer needed by either Trump or Musk. They are now all powerful.

Although referring to another once favoured supporter of Trump, this quotation from Michael Wolff’s book “SIEGE: Trump Under Fire”, is equally applicable to the pathetic Nigel Farage:

“ and even Trump treated him like a dog who kept creeping back into the house”

[voxofthevoid]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Felching, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Begging, Wet & Messy, Consensual Non-Consent, Sadism, Masochism, Power Dynamics

Summary:

“Little pervert,” Satoru says, and this time, his voice behaves, even if it shows everything that’s been done to him a little too well. “You used to be such a good, nice boy.”

Yuuji doesn’t bat an eye at the accusation. His eyes are heavy-lidded and full of soft, sated heat, and there’s something unspeakably possessive about the way they survey Satoru’s face, lingering on his eyes and his mouth.

“That was fun,” Yuuji says, and his voice is hoarse, but that doesn’t detract from the warm contentment in it. “We should do that again, Satoru.”

Never ever, Satoru means to say.

“Marry me,” is what comes out.

Yuuji makes a low, considering noise and pats a perky nipple. “Ask me again when I’m older.

– A spar between Satoru and Yuuji devolves in spectacular fashion.

[volivolition]

guy who's unaware he's gonna spend the next 3-5 hours reworking the lyrics of dream sweet in sea major: haha maybe i'll write a silly little narrative for my hmself, wouldn't that be fun? :)

[the-acid-pear]

I hate bilingualism bc when I want to call someone master in spanish it's pretty chill but if I were to do that in english I'd sound like I'm in some m&s shit

[teenagefeeling]

it really does kill me how at the undergraduate level other disciplines were all like "every system that we use was created by people, so there are flaws and biases built in" and "part of learning is being critical of the work of past scholars" and "new research is always changing the way we think about our field" meanwhile in my music classes they were like "anyway, these three specific dead rich white guys are perfect, practically godlike infallible geniuses who invented modern music as we know it all by themselves and you should never criticize their work or question why you have to learn figured bass"