#also this has been popping up here and there but cap is a big old stickler for the rules

[avemstella]

A deal with the devil....

this scene from chapter 23 I was soooo excited to write. God I love writing unhinged Loge

[pastelcheckereddreams]

Sooo, I bought the Lotus Tower model kit and, of course, I went overboard making it as accurate as possible to the show. To no one's surprise, I'm guessing? 😅

For reference, this is what the completed model (sans horses) looks like without most* of my alterations:

*The awning material and decoration is my only alteration at this point, as I didn't like the fabric they included with the kit.

I had so much fun with this model! It is well-made, has moving parts, and is actually fairly easy to put together, with most parts just clicking into place. It even has furniture details inside!

Let me know what you think! Have you got the kit? How are you finding the building process to be? If you want to hear a more detailed review of it and see my progress shots and details of my own creative additions, click below:

UPDATE: I've now added even more things to Lotus Tower! Find them here.

First, unboxing!

This is how the box arrives. I ordered it from CPOP Universe and it arrived well-packaged and undamaged within a matter of weeks.

Along with the kit itself - which as you can see consists of a stack of laser-cut sheets coded from A-Q, and numbers detailing the specific parts - you receive a coaster (ceramic, backed with cork, and very pretty), little standees of difanghua, a letter styled after the ones difang recieve from Li Lianhua, and a replica of the booklet of yangzhouman techniques.

The process:

The first floor came together pretty quickly:

Glue is provided, but isn't necessary for a lot of the pieces, as I found the measurements for a lot of the joints to be pretty snug and able to hold together themselves. Glue is necessary for some parts, though, particularly for areas such as the step up to the rear sleeping area. Strong glue. Here is what the fist floor looks like:

Fitting on the ceiling turned out to be the hardest part of most of the build. All of the holes on the second floor had to line up with every joint on top of the walls and doors.

The next big step I encountered was a curiosity. How to make the rear wall work? There was a curious piece clearly meant to anchor the rope, and a round hole that - much like the doors - meant that this piece was supposed to rotate - and even lock. But I received no instructions on how to achieve that. I found this puzzle (which I like to think was an intentional challenge, given the gadget-orientated FDB) to be a fun challenge. So I won't show you the inner workings and spoil it, but I'll show you the working product:

Next was the rather fiddly job of creating the sail awning. I imagine this will be quite difficult for some as there's no clear indication of how to fix the material in place.

My instinct was to sew it as that is also a craft I have practice in, though granted not everyone who buys this kit will be as comfortable with a sewing needle. The two swatches of fabric provided is also quite prone to fraying, and is quite thick and canvas-like. So, knowing that the awning is a big feature of Lotus Tower, I decided I could do better:

On the left is the provided fabric, and on the right is my own material (an old blouse that I never wore, with patches dyed with my promarker pens).

After that, things should've been an easy home run, as all I had to do was affix the wheels to their axis points and put the horses together. However, quite unfortunately, one of the wheels hadn't been cut out in my kit. I had to cut it out myself with a coping saw, a Stanley knife and much patience😅

It came out looking rough, but nothing a little sanding and a touch up with my promarkers couldn't fix. I also eventually glued the wheel caps to the axis to prevent the wheels popping off every time I touched it, and they all still spin fine (minus the one I had to cut myself, that one's a little sticky😅). Then came the horses, and I was done!

Or so I thought. "Don't you think it looks a little too brown?" said my detail-obsessed brain. "We could do... more...."

And so I did.

My additions:

I used scraps coloured by my blue marker to create the beams of the house, and later coloured the fence posts red.

I made a second sail to hand under the stairs.

I created a second planter box (again, from the scraps and coloured with promarkers - two sets of flowers were included in the kit, so I could put one in each planter.)

And I even created a rain chain using old earring backs, jewellery findings and a chain, spray painted matte black and then painted blue-grey.

To colour the roofs, I likewise painted them a light blue-grey (/brown for Hulijing's kennel), then used a darker blue promarker to roughly add in texture.

I painted the weather vane, and used scraps to add in its missing two cardinal points.

And then finally, I made a winch for the rear wall! It's also easy to turn with the roof on, so I'm very pleased even though it's a little rough looking 😅

Had to gif my video clip because tumblr said boo no to more than one :(

And that's it, that's my latest build! I found this kit very fun, loved the process and seeing Lotus Tower come to life. I also loved adding in all the details to make it just that bit more accurate to the show. My only true criticisms are 1) small design oversights with the base wood colour being a tad too dark imo; the missing arms on the weather vane; and no second flowerbed (although I may be being a tad too pedantic about it 😅). 2) The fact that one of the wheels in my kit didn't get cut out properly (a quality check issue).

Obviously, I made the choice to use a different material than the fabric included so I can't speak to how satisfactory it is. However, if I were ever in the position to give IQiYi direct feedback, I'd suggest they include thinner fabric, and paint (or paint suggestions, as I know model paints aren't usually allowed through customs in these kinds of kits) for the roofs, because (by way of how they're constructed) they're just raw edges of the reinforced card parts - completely uncoloured, despite being a very visual element of the piece.

Thank you for reading this far lol Keep an eye out for more art and craft posts! (I have a Siji Manor set update coming shortly 👀)

[octuscle]

I've always been a well put together scrawny guy. Never really got along with other guys who were more masculine. I'm eager to see what's on the other end of life. A bear, hairy, with a big belly and a deep belly button. Can fart among other men openly, freely, and, most of all, proudly. The kind of guy who can fix a car with one hand while the other hand is scratching my belly button or drifting the stench of my farts up to my nose. I want to be as filthy of a man as can be, and I want to be proud of it!

As they say in an old Hollywood movie, life is like a box of chocolates… Do you like chocolates? Here's a box.

The chocolates are made of very dark chocolate. They smell of wood, leather and tobacco. Masculine. The first one has rings as a symbol and melts in your mouth. It tastes of whiskey. Very tasty. As the saying goes. A moment on your lips, a lifetime on your hips. You can feel your belly growing a little. And the piercings in your nipples feel great.

You can't really tell what's on the next chocolate… An eggplant? Maybe. It tastes… Musky? Your boner is growing in your pants as your belly swells over the waistband. Your foreskin grows back. You run your hand down your pants. Yes, that's good. You smear the precum. With your other hand, you take another chocolate.

It's a bear or something… Also filled with alcohol. But something different, tastes like beer. You have to burp. Your shirt stretches across your stomach and chest. You're growing fur. Everywhere. That was really tasty, you need another one of those. Hehehe, the burp was even better. Phew, how it stinks. Male! You have to take your shirt off before you tear it to pieces. You pull your hand out of your pants, the waistband is getting too tight. You smell your hand. Sweat and musk, sticky from the precum. You rub it clean on your hairy chest and then unbutton your pants. Your cock pops out like a jack-in-the-box.

There's another animal head on the next praline. Could be a bull. Your belly doesn't just swell, it bloats…. Brffffffffft! Phew, you can still put up with your own farts. And here comes another one. You take a deep breath. Yes, that's what a really good fart must smell like. You rub the bulge in your leather pants… It feels great. And the leather can tame a bit of your farts if necessary. If you want…

You haven't tried any of those yet. They have a geometric pattern on them. Your pecs have become man boobs. Big, powerful but soft. And decorated with tattoos that look like you've had them for decades. You get another one with an eggplant on it. Your balls and cock swell up. Your cock is rock hard. Shit, you have to cum. Your cum flies all the way into your beard. A deep puddle forms in your belly button. You rub it all into your fur with your calloused hands.

You've never had one with a wheel like this before. It tastes of oil. Kind of disgusting. And somehow hot. You put your heavy motorcycle boots down on the coffee table and adjust your muir cap. Shit, chocolate pralines don't really fit in your motorcycle workshop. But they do taste good. You have to fart again. And burp immediately afterwards. You hope no customers come in now.

The appetite comes with eating. You take two with a bear on them at once. The leather sofa groans under your weight. The muir cap feels great on your bare skull. The remains of your tobacco still cling to your mighty beard. Yes, you actually feel more like a good portion of Copenhagen or a cigar than a chocolate. But there are only two left anyway. One with a ring on it and one with a bull.

Shit, you can feel a hurricane brewing in your guts. You rub your belly and your tits. Your huge piercings in your nipples and glans are impressive. The leather strap stretches across your upper arm. One of your boys comes into your office and wants to ask you about the Fatboy that's due to be finished this afternoon. This is the moment you've been waiting for. Brbrbrbrbrffffffft! Shit, a bison would be proud. You take a deep breath. Your coworker turns pale. "Get used to it, boy!" you growl.

To apologize, you have given your employee an extra-large box of chocolates. He is to share it with the other boys. His questions are all answered. Now you need a midday nap. Your boys know that. For the next half hour, all they'll hear is snoring and farting coming from your office.

Pic found @musclefetish77

[ecogirl2759]

~~~NEW UPDATE~~~

(I'M A DUMBASS WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TUMBLR WORKS SO IF YOU SAW THIS ALREADY NO YOU DIDN'T)

I'm glad people liked my 4コマ KINGS post so much lol. I love spreading the word about obscure lore :)

Under the cut I've responded to some of my favorite tags, given a little more backstory into the source of these pictures, as well as posted a few new ones :D

There's also a question at the very bottom that I'd love to hear opinions on, but no pressure if y'all don't feel comfortable answering ^w^

You're welcome >:D

Same, bro. I was basically thinking that the entire time I was reading these books lol

I feel like I should give a little context to these comics and where they come from lol. I wasn't very clear about the backstory in my original post. I do agree, when I found these, I thought they were super important, too, particularly because I don't think a lot of the fandom knows about these books lol.

The Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS anthology series was published in the early 2010's featuring a bunch of different artists. The series is 4 volumes long and published by Spike Chunsoft, meaning, while these aren't necessarily canon, they ARE official :)

There is another series of anthologies in relation to both the first and second games, but I don't have those.

The first two volumes of this series is relatively well documented. There are sites where English translations have already been added to all of the comics in them (I'm pretty sure), as well as some screenshots popping up on places like Pinterest.

The third and fourth installments, however, are really poorly archived. The third has some content from it floating around, but it's hard to come by. The fourth had almost no information on it no matter where I searched.

I say this because a while ago I found the ONLY pictures of the Mastermind!Taka comic on this really old Tumblr blog from 2014 and REALLY wanted to figure out what it was about. (Didn't help that I couldn't read some of the bubbles in those photos.) First I searched for an English translation (there wasn't (so I'm working on one hehe)), then I tried to find which book it was even from, and NOTHING!

These books, since they were in circulation around 2014-ish, have stopped being printed, so copies of them are very hard to come by. Luckily, I was able to get my copies from a kind stranger on Ebay :)

-NOW-

Here are a few more pictures that I thought were funny/interesting that I couldn't add in my first post because of the picture limit lol.

Sorry for the really long post, I just thought it'd be interesting to share :)

Here's the page of artists that contributed to this anthology! Please go check them out (or see if they have any socials since it's been so long). Some credits change per volume, hence how many photos there are. (And sorry for my hand, it's hard to hold these open lol.)

You've probably all seen the covers, but have you seen what's behind the covers? (Also including the opening illustrations. These have probably been posted online already as well, but they're worth including imo.) (Again, please excuse the fingers, I'm trying my best ;-;)

^ Sayaka came with a smudge :( she still pretty tho

So, uh, remember when I said Hifumi made ship fodder? ......Here it is. Eat your heart out lol

Also remember when I said that Mondo's hair was fluffy and bouncy? Here's the proof:

Sakura has been de-buff-ified twice LMAO

ALSO remember when I said Syo was a fan of BL? ...... :)

ALSO remember when I said Kyoko was kinda socially awkward?

(Context: Kyoko sees Kiyotaka and Mondo calling each other bro and, thinking it'll strengthen their bond as well, calls Makoto "Makoto-oniichan," or "big brother Makoto" lol. Also, second picture says "I have come to save you, Makoto")

Chihiro Shinji chair meme

I'm at my picture cap, but there's a lot I haven't brought up lol

-SO-

For a different thread, would people like me to find pictures of certain characters? (i.e. just photos of the characters looking cool/hot/stupid without a lot of the text.) Because I am totally willing to do that :)

I've already got a lot on Byakuya, Sakura, Aoi and Mondo for all you simps out there, and it's not hard to find even more lol.

So lmk :D

[its-in-the-woods]

Chapter three - Life's Too Short

Chapter one , two <- if you missed it.

Cooper howard/The Ghoul x Lucy Maclean

Post end of season 1

No beta.. I tried to edit 🫠

Ninety five percent written just tweaking

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

There will be canonically typical violence and eventually smut

This chapter has vague suggestions of NC bodily harm. As well as minor description of irradiated male anatomy.

+18 only - MDN

Slow burn sorta kinda

Please be nice this my first fic in almost a decade 🫣

Will eventually post on AO3 once I can get access... or where suggested 🤷🏻‍♂️

The Ghoul laid out on the bed, he had kept his pants and shirt on. His stomach was full, boots off, gloves off, hat resting on the bedside table. His guns and bandoleer within easy reach. The bed was as old as he probably was but beat the ground any day. It wasn’t often he let himself enjoy a bed. They were costly and the ground was the same everywhere. 

Tracy hadn't pressed too much more on why they were after the Knight, Mister Piggy himself. He made sure to leave extra caps for the gesture. He hadn't seen her in over thirty years. The time hadn't been kind to her. A not so subtle reminder of how everyone he knew died. Lucy had been fiddling with her pipboy, looking for something he wasn't sure what. The little filly had impressed him when those assholes had drawn. No hesitation. Bang bang dead. Thought she still was always looking to do things more diplomatically. But she was learning. That venom in her would serve her well out here. 

He glanced over at her. She had stripped out of most of her clothes as soon as they had gotten to the room and locked and barricaded the door. The shower had running water. Cold water but it would do. She had insisted they cleaned their clothes at the bare minimum. He had just shrugged and let her do what she wanted. Which also included patching several holes in their clothes. He didn’t let on that he was a better seamstress than she was. 

But now she sat there in nothing but a stained white tank top and matching underwear. All creamy skin and black hair. Tracy has been kind enough to give the girl some soap and hair oils to use. He noticed that Lucy had lost some of the curves she had had initially, not that he really mind either way. He licked his lips wondering what she would taste like. Being noseless meant he had less sense of taste but it was still there. He bet she'd taste sweet as honey and soft as old world dinner rolls. So soft.

Lucy turned around and not for the first time caught him staring at her.

"I didn't know your name, which is pretty awful of me. Can I call you Coop?" Her big eyes stared up at him from under the fringe, a small spark twinkling in her eyes. She didn't flinch anymore when he would hold her gaze. Would just stare right back at him.

Something twitched in his stomach, something he needed to ignore. Though at this point it was going to get pretty hard to ignore. Pun intended.

" ‘Uppose you could. Cooper." He muscled out his voice raspy, the damn girl was slipping in and he needed to put some distance. "Don't really matter to me what you call me"

Lucy looked away, worrying at her lip. Her soft lips. That would taste like sunshine and whipped cream. Yep, that was enough of that bullshit. He pushed himself up. Distance, distance was really needed. 

"Gonna have a shower" He growled, grabbing a thin towel and his gun before walking to the bathroom. Trying unsuccessfully to ignore the ache in his guts.  “If anyone tries to get in, shoot them.”

He slammed the door to the bathroom a little harder than he meant to, it bounced once off the door frame before shutting. Locking it he turned the shower on. He unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it to the floor. He grabbed at his belt and popped it open. His cock twitched as he undid his pants. Stifling a groan he pushed his pants down and let it plop out, his hands running over it. It was the same color as the rest of him, scarred too. Though he tried not to think about why, every scar had a story, most of them were ones he didn’t want to remember.  His hand stroked it a couple of times out of reflex, as he closed his eyes. The feeling in his new finger, her finger, sent little jolts down his back. Flashes of her looking up at him made him growl.

He’d hate himself more later, maybe the cold water would make him hate himself less. Being Ghoul meant he didn't feel the cold or heat as much. Didn't feel a lot of things as much. But the throbbing heat between his legs sure made itself known. Life was too long to not enjoy himself a little.

***

Lucy blinked a few times as the door to the bathroom banged. Once again feeling slightly confused at his reactions. She didn't care if he looked at her. They had spent this much time together looking really wasn’t hurting anyone. It wasn't like she didn't look at him. Curiosity was normal and healthy. At least she thought it was. Like when the Ghoul, Cooper, had taken off his leather duster and rolled up his sleeve. His arms were red, sinew muscle, carved with old scars and battle wounds. Ever since they had first met she'd wanted to know what his skin felt like. Was it warm? Did it hurt? Was his whole body like? Had he lost his sexual organs too? How would that work? Part of her really wanted to know the answer to the last question.

Lucy shook her head at the thought, resigning herself to not knowing, it wasn't like the Ghoul was all touchy-feely. Instead, she went back to her pipboy hoping for a radio station. Nothing. She groaned and laid herself on the thread-barren mattress. At least it was soft and it was warm here. She may actually get some decent sleep, even if the place looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in two hundred years. 

A groan escaped through the door, Lucy sat up for a moment wondering if the Ghoul was hurt. Did something happen that she had missed? Instinctively she got up and grabbed the gun beside her. Another muffled sound came out. She walked to the door double checking that the small barricade they'd made was still in place. It was. Maybe something had crawled out of the walls? Anything was possible really. Her hand went to the doorknob and then stopped. Her eyes went wide. 

He wasn't groaning. Nope. She'd heard something similar before, the night her not-so-husband had had sex with her. The way her cousins would make sounds when she grinded against them in dark closets. Lucy's face felt flushed and she walked quickly away from the door. Better to give him privacy. Apparently, even Ghoul's have needs. Maybe that meant he did have penis. Was it the same color and texture as everything else? The thoughts flitted through her mind. She'd always been curious about how anything and everything worked. Maybe she would ask him? No. No, that was not a good idea.  Cooper barely tolerated most questions, but intimate ones would be off the table.

The shower shut off and Lucy decided to put herself in bed under the covers. Maybe he’d feel more comfortable if she was covered. She pulled the blanket up over her chest tucking it under her armpits. Grabbing a magazine she'd snagged from the dining hall. 

Ghoul walked in in just pants. Lucy's heartbeat shot up, blood running to her face. He was red and textured all over the same as his face. Accept more. Layers and layers of scar tissue melted over him. In some places it looked as if someone had sliced chunks out of him. She swallowed and looked up to see those bright gold eyes staring back at her.

"Like whatcha see, Sugar?" His voice drawled out as he stared back at her.

"Sorry, I just wasn't sure. Umm. If.." Lucy fumbled for her words as if her brain had turned off. She had had so many questions and they were all gone now. 

"If what?" He licked his lips still staring her down. Why did he have to look at her like that? Why was her stomach knotting up?

"If. Ahh. The rest of you looked the same." Lucy broke eye contact, for once she was happy her sun-beaten face would hide most of her blush. She looked back down at her magazine not taking in any of the pictures.

The Ghoul let out a wheezing chuckle and grabbed his holster and pack setting them on the bed.

"Grab your weapons." The Ghoul grunted. Lucy moving quickly to reach between the beds, grabbing her backpack and unloading the few weapons in the bag. She was happy to take her mind off the way his skin moved as he started to disassembl his weaposn. 

***

The Ghoul dug through his bag, and grabbed his weapons cleaning kit. Laying it out beside him. He looks up at the girl, who’d wrapped herself in a blanket,  following his lead she deftly begins to take apart her pistol. This has become a pretty common evening routine for them. The purple finger worked as if it had always been hers. He passed her a rag to clean things down with. The look in her eyes when he had walked out left a smirk on his face. He was many things but he wasn’t stupid, and he was definitely okay with making her as uncomfortable as she made him. Even if he was slightly disappointed that she had hidden herself under the covers. 

Ghouls weren't exactly desired by many. Hell, more towns didn’t want Ghouls on their property than otherwise. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t gotten his fair share of tail in the last two hundred years. Some folks called it a kink or fetish, whatever it was, it had been enough to satisfy that carnal urge. That hit just about any man or woman that walked the wasteland. In all fairness though, he liked to be alone. Or at least he had. The little Vualtie was growing on him, kind of like a tumor. 

Her hands suddenly grabbed his own, he meant to snatch it back but hesitated, she wasn't prone to grabbing him without reason.  Both of her hands held his, her hands were so small in comparison. Small, soft with a few new calluses around the edges. The roughness rubbing over his made his dead heart twitch.

“Why is my finger on your hand?” Lucy asked bluntly, looking at him as she held onto what had once been her digit. God, her eyes were ridiculous. 

Ghoul wheezed, “ Seem to remember you bit off mine. Seemed like a fair trade.”

“You could have sewn your old one back on.” Lucy huffed and turned his hand over inspecting it like she did one of her magazines.  Her fingers carefully went over the raised scar where his skin and hers joined.

“I like this one better.” Cooper chuckled and pulled his hand back. Lucy narrowed his eyes at him. Looking down at her purple fingers. She wigged it a few times.

“It doesn’t have as much feeling in it,” Lucy muttered under her breath as she began to put her freshly clean weapons back together. 

“Nerves don't grow back the same way,” Coop said, rubbing at the scar that went around his new finger. “Especially if the part is older”

“So can you feel with mine then? Cause it's new?” 

Cooper smirked, “Better than before, yes.”

Lucy licked her lips, biting at the already freshly chewed marks before she turned back to the cleaning job. Cooper watched her skilfully put her weapons back into the bag and holsters. Her skin had its fair share of fresh pink scars on it, they had seen enough scraps together.  He followed suit putting his own tools back into place. A wretched cough wheeze through him, vision going blurry as he tried to take a deep breath but couldn’t. He reached for his bags but Lucy was already there handing him the inhaler with a fresh shot of chems slotted into place.

Grabbing at the inhaler he snatched it from her hands and took a long hit. Adrenaline surged through his veins as his dusty lungs reinflated. Coughing and hissing he took another puff before leaning onto his knees to cough more out. A few more deep breaths and his vision got a bit clearer. Lucy was crouched in front of him, her eyebrows knitted together with worry. 

He waves his hand at her. “M’fine.” He growls, putting the inhaler beside him and taking a few more deep breaths.

“Your welcome,” Lucy sighs, gathering up their things and putting them back into place before she crawls her cute ass back into bed. If the Ghoul had been thinking straight he would have come out with a snarky remark.  

Instead the Ghoul let out a sigh, closing his eyes, as the adrenaline starts to fade. “I’ll take the first watch” 

Chapter four here

[blood-grove]

HOLY HELL? JEEZ GUYS I just saw all the notifs im glad you guys like the second part! <3 i wanted to drop some personally headcanons for the au

also if your seeing this my fic is here ! its about retired dads!soapghost and there newly adopted gn!reader

->Soap is hard of hearing! Being a demolitions expert was gonna catch up with him eventually. He used to try and hide it and avoid it altogether but nowadays he's a bit more open about too close family.

His siblings lighthearted tease him about it now since he's comfortable. It isn't totally hearing loss in his ear but its enough to need a hearing aid.

-> Ghost has a bit of a limp in his step now, There not that old but of course after years of fighting something was bound to give ad it did he broke his leg a few months into retirement while working on the roof that he of so stubbornly said he'd fix.

He wasn't comfortable with some stranger visiting there home and or multiple strangers coming to there home he felt like he could do it.

While he could admittedly despite it all he picked up a bit of interest in home fixing mainly the basics he learned even more as they came close to their retirement.

He wanted to be self-sufficient and wanted to be Johnnys' helpful husband.

But he had to fuck it up, Now that he's healed his leg gives him issues here and there but on some days he can get around just fine on others especially during the rain his joints act up.

-> Soap and Ghost have been happily married for 2 years now! Do you know who proposed first? Ghost!. He totally didn't want to pass out and throw up at the same time as he got one shaky knee and palms sweaty as he barely managed to make his words heard under his mask. Soap nearly barreled him down with how much of a mix of emotions he was trying to process as he said 'Yes'.

Ghost had been nervous through the weeks leading up to it, Asking Soap's Mother for her permission, Finding the perfect spot to pop the question.

There wedding was small stuck to Soap's immediate family even so it was pretty big (saving 2 chairs empty) , Of course they invited the rest of the 141 Laswell included inviting them months ahead.

They were able to stay for a while got caught up with each, drank, and just had fun. Simon had never felt so care free.

-> Simon and John of course went through a lot of therapy after retirement, Both of them having their own lucky little bottles of medicine in their shared bathroom. They had thought about adopting or having a kid through surogate.

They decided on adoption because it'd be cheaper plus they weren't sure if they were up to taking care of an infant, They went with adopting a pre-teen just around the age that they wouldn't do something like stick there finger or forks in outlets or burn themselves on the stove.

Soap still put outlet caps on them though.

-> Simon was nervous to be a parent he was just down right terrified that you would dislike him, think hes weird , or worse be afraid of him.

He's not a all a short or slender guy and that hasn't changed after retirement. His resting bitch face and his mask he'd traded his balaclava with a year back. He was sure he didn't look friendly to approach (which he appreciates sometimes) He wanted to look approachable to you.

But it seemed all that worrying was for nothing the first time you both met you asked about Riley albeit hesitantly, He guessed Soap told you about her.

He was open to talking bout her and you were open to listening.

(dsjvahhdadskaj sorry if there ooc </3)

[modelbus]

hello! I was wondering if you could do a tommyinnit x male reader (platonic or romantic, whatever you want).

The reader is this young entrepreneur who just happens to be Tommy's friend irl. He loves trolling chat and Tommy constantly by donating thousands of dollars (like 2k then 10k) during streams just to saying something stupid like "please come back to Nottingham, my mom says she misses you </3". Wilbur and Jack are always on his ass about who this guy is, but Tommy never answers them properly until one day reader just pulls up in Tommy's apartment during a big stream and you can take it from here honestly. Sorry if the request is a bit messy and specific.

ENTREPRENEUR READER!! ENTREPRENEUR READER!!

Pairing: CC!Tommy x Male!Reader

Entrepreneur Enigma

As the donation pops on the screen of your laptop, you can't help but laugh. Although there are a million other things you should be doing (a budgeting meeting, for example...), you just can't pass up the chance to mess with Tommy.

"Thank you- oh fuck. Fuck off, get out of here." Tommy says, shaking his head at your ridiculous donation.

A thousand pounds just to say hi, and that's the response you get? Typing in another message, you send another donation. He really should cap his donations.

The thing about you and Tommy was that you were both multi-millionaires. Although he stayed stingy with his money, you relaxed a little. Threw some around. There was also the fact his income came from streaming, an entirely unreliable business. At least being the youngest entrepreneur in the UK was relatively stable.

“I will buy many many drugs with your money.” Tommy warns. “So many drugs. And I won’t come to Nottingham to visit you and your mom.”

Before you get the chance to send more money with yet another message, a notification pops up on your screen. The one meeting you can’t actually miss.

When you return to the stream an hour later, a lot has changed. Tommy’s on a new Minecraft world with both Wilbur and Jack. Smiling to yourself, you send more money.

“And I- oh fuck off, I thought you left!” Tommy exclaims, cutting himself off.

“What?” Jack asks, laughing.

“Oh! Oh! It’s rich friend!” Wilbur yells.

“He says hi.” Tommy relays your message.

“Hi rich friend!” Jack screams into the mic. “When do we get to meet you!?”

“Never.” Is Tommy’s immediate answer.

“Stop hoarding him, man.” Wilbur chastises. “Let us have our fun.”

“Don’t worry, I can be all of your sugar daddie- WHAT THE FUCK?! Wait, is that 10,000?!”

“Tommy’s rich friend, please be my sugar daddy.” Wilbur says.

“Wait, how old is he? I feel like this might be important information.” Jack quickly interrupts the bit.

“My age.” Tommy answers.

“…on second thought-“

“BAHAHA-!”

Even you laugh although nobody else hears it.

For ages now Tommy’s friends had been trying to figure out who you were, trying to meet you. Tommy had dodged the questions until he could ask you what to do, but by then it was too late. You had quickly became famous for being Tommy’s mysterious rich friend. An enigma, one could even say.

“Seriously, I want to meet him.” Wilbur finally says.

“No. Fuck off and die.”

“What about me? I want to meet him too.” Jack protests.

“I told you no last time too!”

“We’ll catch you off guard one day, and you’ll say yes.”

“I’m always on guard. I’m like a fucking shark. Sleeping with my eyes open and shit.”

“Sharks don’t sleep with their eyes open.” Jack laughs. “Wait, do they?”

“Yes, Jack.” Wilbur sighs.

Maybe one day you’d show up to Tommy’s flat just to fuck with people. Break the internet a little. You’ve seen theories that you’re the mysterious rich friend, but they weren’t anything serious so the confirmation would send fans wild. Instant number one trending on Twitter.

Wait.

-

“WHAT IS UP BOYS?! WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM!”

You’re running late. So late that Tommy had to start his stream without you, leaving his door unlocked and trusting nobody would break in.

Time-management skills were definitely something you needed to work on. In your defense though, someone else was meant to schedule your day.

Letting yourself into his flat, you lock the door behind you. Now that you’re actually inside he’s so much louder than before. It’s quite literally a miracle his landlord hasn’t kicked him out yet.

“This is a big stream boys, we have a very special guest joining us at some point. He’s actually late. Late! For me! Tommyinnit! Doesn’t he know who I am?!”

"Regretfully, I do know who you are." You speak, slipping into his streaming room.

He screams, throwing his headset off as he spins around. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Hi Tom. What's up?"

"DON'T WHAT'S UP ME! WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING QUIET?!"

"I am simply built different." With a shrug you take a few more steps deeper into his room. "Hello Tommy's stream."

"OH! Right! This is my very very wealthy friend!"

"Look, they already know me." You lean on his desk, peering closer at the stream chat that was spamming your name. "Jesus Christ, this moves so fucking fast."

"Why the fuck are you so dressed up? Did you get all dressed up for me? Little ol' me?" Tommy jokes, nudging you away from his desk so he can see chat.

"You wish. Meeting ran late, didn't have time to change." You take off your suit coat, throwing it at his face. He catches it and throws it randomly on the ground.

"Oh, Wil's calling me! Hello Wil! What seems to be the problem?"

Wilbur's voice booms out from Tommy's computer at a painfully loud volume. Somehow Tommy doesn't seem to mind, leaning forward to play up his bit.

"THE PROBLEM IS THAT YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOUR FRIEND WAS THE FUCKING RICHEST GUY IN THE UK RIGHT NOW!"

"Not quite the richest, but thanks." You say.

"Aw shut up, we get it, you're rich." Tommy rolls his eyes. "Well so am I!"

"Tommy, I'm no longer talking to you." Wilbur announces.

"I'm going to hang up on you."

"Don't!" You protest. "I want to talk to Wilbur!"

"Thank you. Now, tell me how the fuck you ended up friends with Tommy fucking Innit."

"He saw how epic I was and decided he would try and befriend me." Tommy answers.

"From what I remember you were getting ruthlessly bullied, but sure, okay-"

"YOU ARE A DIRTY LIAR!"

"Chat, Wilbur, why would I ever lie to you?"

"Don't trust him. He has nothing on me. Nothing." Tommy argues, glancing at you. "Don't let his weirdly sexy business attire fool you-"

"TOM!"

"What? What?! Do I lie?! Do I?!"

"This was the worst fucking idea ever." You groan, turning around and walking a few paces like you're going to leave.

"Wait, come back, I need your clout! I mean, I love you so incredibly much you are my favorite rich friend."

"Oh, with that convincing argument."

"Stay for me, I'm so much better than Tommy." Wilbur jumps in. "Besides, you still have to meet Jack and Georgenotfound. Ever heard of Georgenotfound?"

"Of course I've heard of Georgenotfound. I'll stay for him any day of the week." You immediately turn around and head back to Tommy's stream.

"Let me call him for you, let me-"

"HEY!" Tommy yells. "THIS IS MY STREAM! I'LL BE THE ONE CALLING GOGY!"

"He won't answer you." Wilbur dismisses.

"Oh you motherfucker-"

Needless to say, you're both trending on Twitter for a long time after that.

[watchmenanon]

THE ‘STRANGER THINGS’ BOYS ARE OUR ‘NYLON GUYS’ SEPTEMBER 2017 COVER STARS

If anyone understands the sudden shift from “not fitting in” to “one-million-plus followers,” it’s these guys.

The following feature appears in the September 2017 issue of NYLON Guys.

Finn Wolfhard just couldn’t resist. Despite needing to be camera-ready for his NYLON photo shoot, the 14-year-old star of Stranger Things decided to suck on a blue Warhead anyway, and now he’s paying the price. “All these sets have candy on them, and I can’t help myself. It was a mistake,” he admits, sheepishly trying to scrub the cerulean stain from his tongue with a miniature toothbrush. To his right, Gaten Matarazzo wears a gray T-shirt that reads, uh oh! did my sarcasm hurt your feelings?, a slogan worthy of Dustin Henderson, the lovable wisecracker he plays opposite Wolfhard on the hit Netflix show. Matarazzo, also 14, is getting his trademark tangle of curls straightened, much to the delight of Noah Schnapp, who, at 12, is the youngest in this group of breakout stars that has helped make Stranger Things the most obsessed-over show in Netflix’s boundless roster of original series. Missing is Caleb McLaughlin, the energetic 15-year-old who plays Lucas Sinclair, but he’s on his way over in a black car, having just arrived from Los Angeles, fresh off an appearance at the BET Awards.

It’s the first time the boys have been together in several weeks, and none of them can pinpoint exactly when they were last in the same room. Ever since Stranger Things became a cultural phenomenon last summer, they’ve been swept up in a whirlwind of red carpets, talk shows, and fan conventions. And as the premiere of the sci-fi and horror fantasia’s top-secret second season nears, this summer has been overtaken by a flurry of promotional duties. Next week, while most kids their age are cooling off in pools or testing out the latest in roller coaster technology, Matarazzo and McLaughlin will be at Denver Comic Con, signing autographs and posing for selfies with wide-eyed fans. A few weeks after that, all four will find themselves inside the hallowed Hall H at San Diego Comic-Con, where they’ll premiere the thrilling trailer for Season 2 to rapturous applause.

But on this day, even though they’re technically at work, the boys still find time to goof off. They are, after all, best friends—like brothers, even, they say—and there’s a lot of catching up to do, memes to be shared, and jokes to be cracked. “We used to call Noah ‘Señor Biebs,’” Matarazzo offers at one point, due to Schnapp’s Season 1 bowl cut and its resemblance to the former haircut of a certain Canadian pop star. “He hates it!” he says, just before he sticks his finger into Schnapp’s ear (playfully, of course).

Inside the bright and breezy photo studio on Manhattan’s West Side, publicists abound, but because these budding stars are still minors, there are also parents. It’s an unusual sight, and a reminder that despite having very grown-up jobs, they’re still not old enough to drive. Wolfhard, the Vancouver native who plays Mike Wheeler, is here with his father, as is Matarazzo, who hails from Little Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey. Schnapp and his parents came in from Westchester County, north of the city. When McLaughlin, who grew up in Carmel, New York, finally arrives lugging a suitcase that’s almost as big as he is, he’s accompanied by his father, a burly man in an Atlanta Braves cap who goes around the room with his son hugging the other parents, a reminder of how tight the makeshift family has become since this odyssey began more than two years ago.

Stranger Things premiered as an underdog. Its creators, the twin brothers Matt and Ross Duffer, were unproven talents who had previously written for the Fox sci-fi series Wayward Pines. Except for Winona Ryder’s comeback as a grieving mother searching for her missing son, the cast was composed largely of unknowns and newcomers. But thanks to its double dose of supernatural intrigue and a nostalgic ’80s-tinged glow, along with a miraculous performance by a young British actress with a shaved head, Stranger Things quickly commandeered the pop-culture conversation in a way that few shows have done. In July, the show received a staggering 18 Emmy nominations, including Outstanding Drama Series.

Created by the Duffers in the spirit of the Amblin-era entertainments they were raised on, the eight-episode first season is set in 1983 in Hawkins, Indiana, and unravels the mystery surrounding the disappearance of Will Byers, played by Schnapp, who vanishes in the first episode after an encounter with the show’s resident boogeyman, the otherworldly creature known as the Demogorgon. As Will’s three misfit best friends—Mike, Lucas, and Dustin—embark on a quest to find him, they uncover an alternate dimension they dub The Upside Down, and a sinister government conspiracy that may be responsible for opening it. They also befriend Eleven, the feral girl with telekinetic powers embodied iconically by 13-year-old Millie Bobby Brown.

Stranger Things began filming its second season under very different circumstances than the first. What once felt like a scrappy production free of scrutiny from outside sources suddenly had the mood and atmosphere of a major Hollywood blockbuster. “Netflix knew it would be a good show,” McLaughlin says, “but they didn’t realize how big it would be and that the whole world was going to freak out about it.” Because of that intense interest from both the network and the public, the set suddenly had a noticeable security presence shielding it from nosy onlookers and paparazzi, while network executives showed up to make sure their prized racehorse was galloping along. Suddenly, there were expectations. “We raised the bar pretty high with the first season,” says Matarazzo. “There was a lot more tension on set, in that we really needed to make sure it was good.”

When Season 2 premieres on October 27, a year will have passed since Eleven sacrificed herself to defeat the faceless Demogorgon and save the boys, in the Season 1 finale. Trying to squeeze spoilers out of Wolfhard, McLaughlin, Schnapp, and Matarazzo is useless. Extensive media training, including detailed notes on what they can and can’t discuss, have transformed them into a rare breed: teenagers who can keep a secret. What they can say: Season 2 is bigger, darker, and scarier. There’s also a new character in town, played by Sadie Sink. (According to the Duffers, Millie Bobby Brown was “relieved” to have another girl on set.) “She’s a skater, sort of a punk girl, and she slowly becomes part of the group,” says Wolfhard, who also says his character will be depressed and “a loner” in the wake of Eleven’s disappearance. What they can’t say: pretty much everything else. But it’s not just scoop-hungry journalists who harass them for info. “Whenever you get recognized by fans, most of the time they ask you if you’ve got any spoilers for Season 2, and I’m like, ‘No, none, not at all,’” says Matarazzo. “It’s definitely kind of stressful.”

One of the biggest changes for the new season is the expansion of Schnapp’s screen time. Because his character spends much of the first season trapped in an alternate dimension, Schnapp spent a good deal of time at home in New York while everyone else filmed in Atlanta. “Last year I would drive up to the studio and everyone would be like, ‘Hey, Noah, we’ve missed you! How’ve you been?’” says Schnapp. “This year was a lot easier because last year, I’d have to go in and out of school, and that was hard. This year I could focus.”

Although he’s rescued from The Upside Down, we last saw Schnapp removing a slithery creature from his mouth, a telltale sign that not all is well with Will Byers. For Schnapp, whose character mostly communicated through Christmas lights in Season 1, the new episodes meant new challenges as an actor. “Shawn Levy, one of our directors, was telling me, ‘Noah, you have something really big this season. We have a lot in store for you, and you should get really excited,’” he says. Schnapp felt the added pressure, and would sometimes text his TV mom, Ryder, for extra help with particularly emotional scenes. “We knew we needed a strong actor in case the series moved forward into a second season, because we knew he was going to be a centerpiece,” says Matt Duffer. “We needed not just a good actor, but a really, really good actor.” Schnapp rose to the occasion, according to the Duffers. “Shawn [Levy] was like, ‘We’ve had a Ferrari sitting in the garage all of Season 1, and now the fucking garage doors are open.’”

The Duffers knew that casting child actors, who have a tendency to favor exaggerated performances over naturalistic ones, would make or break their show. “There’s really nothing worse than a bad child performance,” Ross Duffer says. “You couldn’t have any weaknesses, or the eight hours would be excruciating.” Along with their casting director, the Duffers saw what they estimate to be 900 kids, an undertaking they say was easier than it sounds because they could tell within the first few minutes if the actor had what they needed. “You’re looking for something authentic, and most kids don’t have it,” says Ross. “There are the ones that are obviously well-trained, but they feel too Disney, like they’re winking at the camera.” What the Duffers found with their four young male stars were kids who seemed like actual kids.

Matarazzo was the first one cast, his audition so impressive that he found out he got the part on the way back from the airport. “We didn’t really even know who the Dustin character was until we found Gaten,” says Matt Duffer. “He was sort of a generic nerd with glasses. He was a stereotype.” Matarazzo, whose sense of humor inspired the Duffers to transform Dustin into the show’s primary source of comic relief, has grown up with a condition known as cleidocranial dysplasia, which stunts the development of bones and teeth. “We wanted to make a show about outsiders, about kids who didn’t fit in and who were bullied and made fun of,” says Matt. “Gaten was really able to tap into all of that.”

McLaughlin and Matarazzo had known each other from their days as stars in two of Broadway’s biggest shows. Matarazzo portrayed Gavroche in Les Misérables, and McLaughlin played Simba in The Lion King. They’d often see each other in a park frequented by “Broadway kids,” as Matarazzo calls them. “When I found out Caleb had gotten Lucas I was like, ‘Caleb? Where do I know that name from?’” he recalls. Wolfhard and Schnapp established an early connection, too—sort of. “He doesn’t remember me, but I remember him,” Wolfhard says. “Because I asked him what other projects he had done, and he said, ‘I was the voice of Charlie Brown in The Peanuts Movie.’ I was like, ‘What?! You’re Charlie Brown?’ I was so pysched about that.”

Although they had all crossed paths during the audition process, usually around the hotel pool or at chemistry reads, it wasn’t until they arrived in Atlanta to begin production that all four boys, along with Millie Bobby Brown, found themselves together in the same room for the first time. If there was a first-day-of-school feel, it made sense: They met in a classroom, which is where the young cast of Stranger Things still spend most of their time when they’re not filming. That grueling schedule means the only opportunities they get to really mess around are between takes, and sometimes during them. “We have laughing problems,” says McLaughlin. Matt Duffer elaborates: “We definitely have an issue, where we can’t get through a take without someone busting up. They’re always making each other crack up—the number of takes ruined by laughter is in the hundreds.”

Schnapp was at summer camp when Stranger Things dropped on Netflix. He wasn’t allowed to have his phone, but shortly after the series premiered, one of his counselors happened to check his Instagram account—80,000 followers. The next day it was 85,000. “I was like, ‘Wait, what’s going on?’ I think I was at one follower before that,” Schnapp says. Wolfhard also remembers that odd rush of watching his followers skyrocket and realizing his life was changing right in front of his eyes. McLaughlin felt his anonymity evaporate the first time he was recognized. “In L.A., this kid came up to me and was like, ‘Hey, are you Caleb Reginald McLaughlin?’” he says. “And I’m like, ‘What? You know my middle name? That’s nuts.’” 

The connection between the boys is strengthened by the surreal turn their lives have taken, circumstances that most kids their age can’t relate to. When Matarazzo, McLaughlin, and Wolfhard met Barack Obama last October, as guests of the White House’s South by South Lawn festival, the former president, who’s a fan of the show, told them he especially enjoyed their on-screen camaraderie. That bond exists offscreen, too, and has only gotten stronger with every award show and panel. “They really are my best friends,” Matarazzo says. “We can relate to each other a lot more than other people can. People try to understand everything that goes on, but they can’t unless they’ve been there.”

“I don’t think any of the kids would say that our friendship is similar to the friendships they have back home, because it’s not,” says Wolfhard. “No kid has ever really had an experience that I’m experiencing right now—it’s a unique sort of friendship.”

Wolfhard is careful not to bring his work home with him. “If you go home and all you talk about is acting, then you’re a douchebag,” he says. “Your friends don’t want to hear about your professional life, they just want to mess around.” Plus, when you’re 14 years old, talking about work is never cool, even if it involves facing off against a faceless interdimensional demon. The boys are also learning that with a great number of Instagram followers comes great responsibility. “We have to be more cautious with what we say on social media and in public,” says McLaughlin, who was shocked to lose followers after he openly rooted for the Golden State Warriors during the NBA playoffs.

While Netflix has yet to make an official announcement, a third season of Stranger Things is a given, meaning the boys are all but guaranteed to live out their teenage years on one of the most popular shows on television. The Duffers, then, will have to follow in the footsteps of long-running properties like Game of Thrones and the Harry Potter franchise in making sure their child actors don’t grow up faster than their characters. “It’s terrifying,” Matt Duffer says. “I shouldn’t even be highlighting this, but if you watch Season 2, they’ve grown from Episode 1 to Episode 9. I’m terrified one of them is going to have a major growth spurt basically in the middle of shooting. But as long as they’re growing outside of the course of our shooting, I’m not too worried about it, because we just have to build it into our story. As much as you would like to keep some of it more continuous, every time we take a break between seasons, we have to make a year time jump at least.”

All four actors say that they want to remain in show business into adulthood. Wolfhard, who obsessively studies the filmmaking process while on set—he’ll star in the remake of Stephen King’s It, in theaters this month—is eyeing a multihyphenate career as a director, actor, and musician. Back at the photo shoot, Matarazzo and Schnapp gather around his iPhone to watch a video Wolfhard co-directed for a friend’s band, Spendtime Palace. Earlier this year, McLaughlin, who is a trained dancer, played a young Ricky Bell on the BET miniseries The New Edition Story, an experience he describes as “historic.” Matarazzo wants to continue acting, but not forever, and is keeping an open mind about other aspects of the industry. Schnapp, who took his first acting class at the age of six, describes winning the Screen Actors Guild Award for Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series as one of the greatest moments of his life, and is doing exactly what he wants. (The boys, who describe the awards as “very heavy,” keep them in their bedrooms, except for Matarazzo, who has been meaning to retrieve his from his grandparents’ house. )

“They all love what they’re doing,” says Matt Duffer. “They love coming to set, they love working, they love acting. In terms of the fame thing, it’s a side effect that I think some of them are more into than others. You’re worried about, ‘What if they realize this isn’t their true passion?’ They’re so young. But this year those fears went away. They’re all very committed to this. That’s the important thing, that they enjoy what they’re doing. And that they’re passionate about it.”

[angelhummel]

Welcome to the Every Rachel Berry Outfit season 3 round up! It's been a long time coming but it's finally here. And this is also the longest style summary yet, so buckle up! Brought to you as always by the me, AngelHummel

Season 3 gives Rachel 192 new looks. She has the most outfit changes in Michael and Goodbye with 14 outfits each. While Pot O Gold and Nationals are tied for the least amount of outfits, with a mere 3 each. This is also the fewest outfits featured in any episode overall

While Rachel's style matures this season, it also gets a lot more samey. Gone are her animal sweaters, and gone is the variety in her silhouette. These days, dresses are her best friend.

Though she's never been a big fan of pants, that article of clothing is all but eliminated from her wardrobe this season. She's gone from 23 in season one, to 16 in season two, to 11 in season three. And the majority of those are either workout clothes, or pajamas. She also wears a pair for a coordinated group number (something else that is lacking in s3), and a pair as part of her Saturday Night Fever suit. Her only real pants outfit features a pair of shorts - soon to be a staple of Rachel's wardrobe - seen at the very end of the season

Pants weren't the only thing Rachel decided were restricting her legs too much this year. Knee high socks and tights' stocks plummeted this year thanks to Rachel leaving her legs bare more often than not. But of course these signature accessories haven't vanished completely. This season, Rachel sported...

25 pairs of knee socks. Okay, still a lot, but we've cut back from s1's 38 pairs

18 pairs of tights. Again, sounds like a lot, but compared to last season's 45 count...

13 pairs of ankle socks. She was trying something new but must've decided they weren't for her, as they don't appear after the halfway point of the season

As for accessories that have all but been wiped out, the headband fans were starving this season

We see Rachel sporting headband a pitiful 6 times - and one of them was Tina as Rachel! She wears two stretchy headbands to hold her hair back, once during dodgeball and once while in the shower. Then all the girls wear headbands in 3x14's competition. The only real headbands we see her wear are both in 3x22. An homage to her fashion roots, before she can branch out and find new styles

The 2011-2012 school year was a real "Say Something" Hat Year for McKinley, and Rachel was no exception. In addition to her headbands, she also wore 9 hats, along with flowers, bows, blue streaks, a welder's mask, and several other fun accessories for a total of 25 head based accessories

Most memorable of all? A wedding veil, a prom queen tiara, and a graduation cap. Landmark accessories, all of them.

And the final lost staple of Rachel's old wardrobe? Plaid skirts. She only wore two this season. But plaid made an appearance a total of 9 times, popping up in her outerwear and dresses more often. She also featured hearts a handful of times, and even a few florals this season

But the patterns that featured most in her wardrobe this season?

Stripes, which appeared 21 times, and...

Polka dots! Which appeared 24 times.

Rachel's wardrobe also featured 26 costumes this season, including matching group number outfits, themed looks, and all her potential Maria outfits

And of course it wouldn't be an outfit review if we didn't quantify the colors of her wonderful wardrobe. Have to appreciate them now because New York definitely bleaches out her rainbow a little. But for now...

Rachel rocked every color under the sun this season, but some much more than others. While some people, like myself, might associate her strongly with the color pink, that didn't even crack the top 5 this season

Honorable mentions this season are grey and pink, featured heavily in 16 and 17 outfits, respectively

Fifth place with 20 looks is Navy

Fourth place with 23 looks is Blue

Third place with 30 looks is Red

Second place with 41 looks is White

And in First place with a total of 52 looks is classic Black

And finally, to close out this extra long review, we will conclude with a visual list of my Top 10 Favorite Rachel Outfits of the season

[ruumirmir]

Gojo Satoru, the man that you are, had me researching Buddhism and shit

///Jjk chap 236 leaks and spoilers pls begone thankuverymuch

I have never been more deranged in my life of living. And when I say deranged,, I hope everyone involved will enjoy my copium induced girl dinner rant that I cooked up 💥🔥

going through five stages of grief,, about to invent the 6th and 7th one. over Lines on Paper this is my life

Anyways,, so I came across a tweet which started my spiral after I read through these:

jujutsu kaisen

has the potential to create THE arc of all Time ever if,, BY GOING OFF OF SYMBOLISM,,, the plot NAILS this

bc the buddha imagery and symbolism of gojo is already the coldest shit ever when gege cooked with the "throughout heaven and earth, i alone am the honored one"

if this actually happens to some degree

we could have the biggest "WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK" moment in all of manga history

《Gautama Buddha died at the age of 80 in 483 BCE at a place called Kushinagara a town in UP》

thank god we still have 8 more decades left until gojo is FEASIBLY ALLOWED TO DIE AT A SUITABLE AGE AND AFTER A LONG HAPPY LIFE.

ok wait technically 5 more decades since hes close to pushing 30

Raggedy old man. Bros aging 💀

death of an anime man got me actually researching about Gautama Buddha with sincere interest now

《"Mara" is one of the earliest non-human beings to appear in Buddhist scriptures. He is a demon, sometimes called the Lord of Death, who plays a role in many stories of the Buddha and his monks.》

apparently this is the demon equivalent to reflect sukuna's character. hes mostly present in esoteric buddhism

the hand sign,, is same as sukuna's domain expansion here

《In East Asian and Buddhist mythology, Yama,, also known as King Yan/Yan Wang is the King of Hell and a dharmapala (wrathful god) said to judge the dead and preside over the Narakas and the cycle of afterlife saṃsāra.》

In Hinduism,, that's Lord Yama, god of the dead, similarly shown with a Bull as his familiar.

from chinese mythology:

《Yan is portrayed as a large man with a scowling red face, bulging eyes, and a long beard. He wears traditional robes and a judge's cap or a crown which bears the character for "king".》

This cant translate to sukuna's "true form"

Yknow,, the big fucking body with 4 arms and a wooden mask thing on the left side of his face. He definetely IS shown to wear traditional robes.

Now bear with me here, I'm derailing my sanity rn.

yes now THIS is interestinger:

《The spirits of the dead, on being judged by Yan, are supposed to either pass through a term of enjoyment in a region midway between the earth and the heaven of the gods.》

We LITERALLY. have a whole segment of gojo enjoying his time seeing suguru and his other friends who died in an afterlife-kinda setting. We also specifically get a panel of sukuna praising satoru,, passing his judgement,, that we've seen him do to other characters as well [jogo, although that's kinda debatable 💀 since Sukuna kind of. Trashed him]

《-or to undergo their measure of punishment in the nether world. Neither location is permanent and after a time, they return to Earth in new bodies.》

JUMPING UP AND FUCKING DOWN RN. Isnt Kusakabe on standby,, who cultivated an ability to act as a medium and swap/ conduct other people's souls with his own. As i said before,,, SURELYYYYYYY gege wouldnt do this shit without REASON

(it is the funniest shit in the world to type up "Indra god hand gesture" and for gojo fucking satoru's face to pop up in the image and ACTUALLY be linked to a legit discussion on his domain expansion hand sign being referenced from Indra)

ok so, in hinduism,, its "Indra", but in buddhism the same god is translated unto "Sakra"

yknow how it be. Different religions and practices share the same god and the beliefs overlap here and there.

so theres this

《When one Śakra dies, his place is taken by another deity who becomes the new Śakra.》

which is basically the jujutsu kaisen equivalent of people in the gojo clan being born. With the liberty taken of SixEyes + Limitless users taking hundreds of years to be born after deaths of the previous one.

Okay so

"then with his face to the north took seven strides while a white canopy was held over him" is the text referencing buddha's enlightening birth.

the white canopy held over his head is a symbol that he'll achieve nirvana.

《In Buddhism, "Nirvana" is the highest state that someone can attain, a state of enlightenment, meaning a person's individual desires and suffering go away. The origin of the word nirvana relates to religious enlightenment; it comes from the Sanskrit meaning "extinction, disappearance" of the individual to the universal.》

Since we've Already seen that gojo's achieved his state of enlightenment at his first death (by toji)

This can be the second stage where he achieves Nirvana at his second death,,

in the storyline,, gojo is Heavily only recognized and labeled by his powers and strength with the Limitless and the Six eyes that he possesses.

(Literally, it means “blowing out” or “becoming extinguished,” as when a flame is blown out or a fire burns out. nirvana.)

So if somehow,, we've all been theorizing,, if gojo erases that aspect of him. Destroys the aspect that defines him as Gojo Satoru, he'll technically be achieving Nirvana and being born (revived) anew.

which is also sweetening the conclusion of the age old question

"Are you the strongest because youre gojo satoru? Or are you gojo satoru because you're the strongest", that geto had ask him years ago.

Which ig, Also raises the question:

IF, gojo were to sacrifice his SixEyes and Limitless in his pact of revival (details to be pondered upon later), would this count as a Legitmate "death" with relevance to the world's balance being re-altered, and Also resetting the cycle for another user to be born?

Or idk maybe I'm just tripping balls <3

Goodnight everynyan. Let's awaken to a day where Satoru Gojo comes to live amongst us once again. 🕊

[horce-divorce]

I managed to not get sick (not even a cold) for the last 3 years even though I LIVED in a house with 2 people who got covid, and everyone else I know has been sick multiple times. I'm really, really careful.

We've been staying here for less than 6 months and I've gotten sick twice. I haven't stopped being careful. But my friend's dad? He is THE most disgusting man I've EVER met. Hands down. I don't say that lightly, he is atrocious. He constantly has pneumonia and doesn't wear a mask because "it's not covid." He sounds like gollum. He can't stand up without passing out. He is constantly saying he's FINE and NOT SICK.

He has an open wound on his foot that he doesn't take care of and he bleeds all over the floor/rugs in common areas and then LEAVES IT THERE. He bled all over a roll of TP the other day and then just... left it like that for everyone to use! No big deal!! His wife scrubbed the bathroom floor the other day on her hands and knees to get his bloodstains off of it, and the NEXT DAY he bled all over it again.

He popped his dentures out of his mouth, with food on them, and LEFT THEM ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER. WITH FOOD ON THEM. FOR HOURS. The past 2 days, he's had a steak that is TWO YEARS out of date "thawing" on the counter for 10+ hours each day (it was not frozen!!!!!!). He always does this. He will leave leftover food out on the counter at room temperature ALL DAY before he eats it. And then he'll leave his leftovers on the counter knowing they have mice. (Four of the five of us have been trying desperately to get rid of the mice for months. Guess who's not helping!)

He also doesn't wash his hands. I don't mean "I've caught him doing that." I mean, he'll like, stick his whole hand in lasagna sauce and then open every door in the kitchen with that hand and just leave sticky handprints on everything like a toddler. This happens DAILY. There are FOUR other people who clean up after this man. You can clean everything in the kitchen spotless and go back in there tomorrow at 9am and he'll have fucked it up already. He dumps his old coffee cup into the sink OVER TOP OF THE CLEAN DISHES IN THE RACK. He does that OFTEN! Not just once! Like, regularly!!!

Like yes he's letting us stay here for free. The toll it takes is psychological. Truly I don't even think he notices that other people inhabit Earth with him, let alone his own house. He could not be bothered to care about anyone else if you paid him. We've told him repeatedly that we're staying here because we're disabled and thus homeless, and that we are immunocompromised, and he keeps going "oh, yeah!" And then insisting he doesn't have to change anything because it's "not covid." Like, buddy, I don't care if its covid, RSV, pneumonia, swine flu, or some yet undescribed mutation of a virus that melted out of the ice caps and flew up your nose. I DONT WANT IT!!!!!!!

Anyway I have really good reason to believe that it's either the conditions in the house and/or Pat's fault that Bel and I both keep getting sick, because we both had this shit on lock for YEARS before we came here. We cannot fucking wait to get back to the woods in no small part due to the personal space it will afford us from people

[starsarefire824]

Byler but they're snowed in and it's cold and they *haven't figured out* they like each other and they have to share a quilt and maybe it's quiet or they're watching a film and neither of them says anything until one of them just fucking snaps

Will shivers when an icy draft pours in from the thin glassed window of the new house his mom is renting. Well, new to the Byers family anyway. He thinks the house must be at least fifty years older than his other house, but it definitely looks nicer. It’s closer to the center of town and almost pretty with wood floors and intricate trim on the stairwell. There’s even a pretty brick fireplace in the living room, which made Will grin ear to ear when they first came to see it. However, the landlord told them once they moved in never to light it unless they wanted to burn the place down. And so it sits there taunting him with being cozy, its mantle still decorated for Christmas even though it’s February. Will thinks he should probably just take the stuff down himself. His mom has been working a lot to make up for the cost of Christmas, and he’s been helping out more around the house since Jonathan went to college to keep it in order.   

He watches the snow fall in heavy, round plops. It’s piling up unbelievably fast and the news said that it would continue well into the night. His mom already told him she was leaving her car at Melvaud’s and staying the night at Hop’s cabin. Her and El were going to watch A Room With a View. He could hear Hop already complaining about it in the background. Will frowns as a wind gust makes snow swirl around the side of the house and he can barely see to the end of the driveway. “I don’t know, Mike. I’m not sure you’re going home.” He eyes Mike’s bike that’s thrown haphazardly on the front lawn, quickly disappearing. 

Mike pops a piece of popcorn into his mouth, his eyes looking past Will out the window. He smiles out of one side of his mouth. “Yeaaaaah. I already called my Mom while you were in the bathroom. She told me she would come get me in the morning, but that she’s not driving in this.” 

Will nods and heads back towards the couch, staring at the TV as the credits to the movie they just watched float across the screen. There’s an ancient, ugly heater sitting next to it that keeps the living room a little warmer than the rest of the house. His Mom refused to turn the heat up past 66 during the day and a biting 55 at night. Instead she gets propane from Hopper and when Will complains she just tells him to get another sweater. He currently has his thickest wool socks he could find on and he can still feel the floorboards beneath his feet, his toes stiff with the cold. And he’s noticed that Mike hasn’t removed his knit cap from his head since he got here three hours ago. He’s also currently sitting under a huge old quilt his grandmother had knitted a thousand years ago. It’s thinned and frayed in some places, but still heavy and thick enough and…..big enough for them to share. 

Will folds his arms across his chest, plopping himself heavily onto the couch. He tugs at the blanket, sighing with relief as he feels Mike’s body heat beneath it. 

“Hey!” Mike complains, tugging it back towards himself. Will just smiles and then sticks his feet along Mike's thigh, gently pushing until they’re underneath him. Mike hisses. “Jesus Will! I can feel your toes through your fucking socks!” 

Will blushes, ears burning as he objects, his voice cracking embarrassingly. “What! I’m cold.” He pulls the blanket up towards his chin, letting it fall comfortably around his shoulders.

“You’re always cold!” Mike exclaims, but he doesn’t move away from his touch and something about that makes Will’s heart flutter. He shoves Mike a little with his foot. “Well we can’t all be furnaces like you, Mike.” 

Mike shrugs, “Yeah well—-” he starts  to argue, then trails off when he catches Will’s eye. He peeks at him after examining the mostly empty bowl of popcorn in his lap. 

An awkward beat passes between them and Will glances toward the television. “Soo—what do you want to do? We could play a game or watch another movie? We still have The Lost Boys and Full Metal Jacket. Robin said Full Metal Jacket is really good.” 

Mike lets out a little breath and nods gently. “Yeah. I’d like that.” But his voice is softer than before and his eyes dart towards him again and Will doesn’t understand why he looks so terrified. Mike’s mouth softens around something he wants to say, but then he freezes for a second. That’s when Will feels the air shift in the room—now grown heavy and his heart isn’t fluttering anymore. It pounds heavily in his chest when Mike’s gaze has grown serious and focused- just staring at his lap. Will's breath catches when Mike’s hand moves beneath the quilt and oh so tentatively lets his fingers slide up the back of Will’s calf. He bites his bottom lip and his eyes flash up to Will, as if he’s forcing himself to make eye contact. They are questioning and scared and—--wanting in a way Will has never seen before. Or maybe it’s just that Will has never let himself see that flush across Mike’s face before. 

Will sits frozen, pressed deep into the couch as he allows Mike to slide his fingers up and up further, excruciatingly slow as they flutter over his knee and towards his thigh. He breathes out heavily, “Mike—” his friend’s name hitches in his throat. It’s a question. It’s a warning. It says: don’t do this to me, unless you really mean it. 

Because this. This thing is something that has only ever lived in Will’s daydreams and late at night hidden under the sheets of his bed. This is something that’s only ever lived inside a glance that lasts far too long or a touch at his hip that is too tender. It’s only ever lived in their strange jealous arguments when one wasn’t paying the other enough attention or when they sat up late on Friday nights chatting about “When we” and “We’ll go here when we’re older” —talking as if they would always be together when deep down none of it was realistic. ‘Cause eventually there’d be wives (at least for Mike anyway) and mortgages and jobs that took them to separate states. Eventually—they’d be someone they called on the phone and got to see at the Wheeler’s Christmas party once a year. And maybe they’d drink a little too much wine on those nights and sneak into the old elementary school’s playground, maybe they’d hug too long and Will would allow himself the tiny pleasure of letting his eyes linger on the way Mike’s lips parted as they stared at each other, their breath a mixed up cloud between them.

And that would be enough. Will could let it be enough. 

But not this. If Mike did this. Then none of that would ever be enough. Will could never not have him. After this, his heart would tear in two and he'd shatter into a million little pieces. 

A heavy wave of unwelcome emotion floods over Will then. His eyes flutter shut as he sucks in a shaky breath. 

“Will–” Mike sighs. And then he’s shifting his hips towards him, the bowl of popcorn clattering loudly onto the floor. Will’s eyes shoot open and he watches in awe, in terror, in disbelief as Mike is suddenly reaching for him, blanket thrown half off and tangled between their bodies. He gently grips the inside of Will’s knee, making space for himself between his legs. A little wine catches in Will’s throat as Mike’s on top of him, his hands are in his hair and sliding along his  jaw and Will is so overwhelmed he can’t think of anything but him. He feels the tears sliding down his face and catching on his ears as he closes his eyes when Mike’s lips meet his. Will can’t help but smile into his mouth as he kisses him. His kiss is filled with all the things Mike’s never said. It makes Will’s heart swell with happiness and his entire body quivers in anticipation and he thinks that maybe Mike never really had to be good with words at all. He thinks that maybe he was saving it all for this very moment. And it makes Will think for the very first time that whatever this is between them, whatever has lived buried deep and warm beneath the surface of their friendship, might now be able to grow into what it was always meant to be. Maybe those “when we” and “let’s go here” dreams weren’t so unrealistic after all. The thought of that sends a happy warmth through him that spreads through his chest down to the tips of his toes like wildfire. Will relaxes into Mike, wraps his fingers around the back of his neck and pulls his best friend closer. 

[pollypenname]

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Self Control

[The Tinker, chapter 23]

"C'mon, faster, Tinkerbell," Bakugou demanded.

He was clutching the punching bag to keep it stable for Y/N as she jabbed it with all her might. It had been thirty minutes of nonstop boxing routines, and her muscles were screaming at her. Even with the boxing gloves the joints in her hands were aching for her to stop. She wanted to, so badly, but knew if she did that Bakugou would never let her hear the end of it.

He was a grueling teacher, but the progress she had made in only a few days was astounding; not just in her strength and agility, but her confidence too. She was more comfortable leaving her old scars unprotected-- Bakugou had drilled that out of her quickly. 

Knowing that her fighting abilities were improving was making her feel whole again. That emptiness from losing her quirk didn't feel quite so big, and though she'd never go back to the athletic prowess she'd had in America, it felt good to be able to take care of herself again.

Then again, it was also hell having to train with Katsuki.

"FASTER, DAMMIT!"

Y/N huffed at him. "I can't move any faster than that, asshole!" She tilted her head back from exhaustion and let her boxing gloves dangle at her sides. "Jesus Christ, you're gonna kill me, man."

"If it doesn't hurt, it's not working," he grumbled.

"I get it. No pain no gain. But God, I need a break," she begged, sitting on the ground and grabbing her water bottle. She popped the cap and dumped it into her mouth without putting it to her lips, and seeing the liquid drain into her mouth with her tongue out made Bakugou's stomach do flips.

"I'm gonna shower. Don't touch my snacks," Y/N warned, making her way to the bathrooms.

He stayed there, drinking from his bottle and watching her as she left. It had been a few days of this now, and her determination was impressing him. For the most part, she kept up with his pace-- and she let him know when he was pushing too hard with some swearing at him. It was a good dynamic.

Kaminari's words from before flashed in his mind. 

"Cause I'm pretty sure I saw you taking her clothes off this morning..."

He didn't know why it bothered him so much. Maybe he was mad it had been misinterpreted. He didn't do it to get her naked, he did it to show her that her scar was healed. Was that bad?

Or maybe it was bad because he did want to take off more of her clothes.

"I don't blame you, Bakubro, she's got a nice--"

That part had really pissed Katsuki off. Hearing Denki talk about her body lit an angry fire in his gut that he was still struggling to put out. He didn't want Kaminari knowing that part of her, or even looking at that part of her. 

Bakugou had heard his friends talking about Y/N and the other girls in their class. Kaminari was clearly into Jirou, even Bakugou could see that-- but there was no way he would ever be reduced to that blushing mess that Denki was. He was in control of himself.

But sometimes his thoughts wandered when he wasn't paying attention. They wandered into dangerous territory. Deliciously dangerous territory. This hadn't ever been a problem... until Y/N.

When his mind wandered to thoughts of Y/N with Hawks, his blood boiled with anger, but there was a different sensation too--something he hadn't felt since he was a teenage boy. 

What was Y/N like in bed? Was she loud? 

He could feel his pants getting tighter as he hardened in his workout pants, his breathing getting heavier. 

Fuck. 

No, this wasn't happening.

He snatched up his towel and bag, making his way to the boys' showers and throwing his things onto a nearby bench. After stripping down, he climbed into one of the showers and turned on the hot water.

Usually, Bakugou could ignore a boner until it faded, but this one was relentless. He washed his hair, trying to pretend it wasn't bothering him, letting the hot water wash over his body. He wanted so badly to ignore it, but blood kept rushing through his body when he couldn't help but picture Y/N in that swimsuit she wore.

Or her legs in those workout leggings.

Or her fake moaning in the closet.

At this point, he was practically throbbing. There was no way he was going to be able to ignore it. He was giving in as the seconds passed, the hot water only sending shivers down his spine and adding to the burning in his body. Was he seriously going to do this?

He had ignored the new dangerously sweet sensation for weeks now, not wanting to admit what it meant. He had felt lust for weeks now, shoving it down deeper, pretending it wasn't there. But his body was betraying him. Katsuki Bakugou, who prided himself on his self control, was giving in.

Katsuki didn't lust after people. It was something that separated him from his peers. He was always in control of his body and his emotions. Even if they came close to boiling over, he kept them from the breaking point.

But his breaking point had been reached with Y/N a long time ago.

His hand drifted down lower, lower, until contact was made and he practically moaned out loud. He bit the back of his hand to keep the noise from escaping and he started stroking himself. 

Bakugou had jerked off before, obviously, but usually to relieve stress-- not from lust. It was a completely different sensation. Chills were running up and down his body as the friction from his hand nearly made him double over in pleasure. 

Images of Y/N were flooding his mind, each thought making his dick feel harder and the stroking feel better. That need to touch her, lick her, be in her was growing. He had never felt desperation like this before. He needed to know what she felt like, what she sounded like. 

His hand was speeding up, the sensation building and building. God, it was addicting. He thought of Y/N underneath him, begging for him, nails dragging down his back. His body was tensing and tightening, carrying him higher and higher. If his hand felt this good, he couldn't even imagine what she felt like. 

He bit down hard on his palm as he started cumming, losing control of his hips as he started thrusting into his hand. It was pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt before, thinking of her. Fireworks were blowing up through his entire body, and when his body finished throbbing, he slumped against the wall, his head pounding.

Fuck. 

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[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 101, Replies Part 2

1) “YEAH BOY! THAT’S THE STUFF!

PLUS FUCKING ULTRA!

NOW AT LEAST REMEMBER TO BREATH, WE DON’T WANT YOU TURNING BLUE BY THE TIME YOU REACH THE HOSPITAL”- And here comes the big reveal that connects both Izuku and Koichi’s powers. All along, they’ve been limited by their users’ self-imagined beliefs and understanding of how they think they work. It’s when they let go of thinking and start using the powers on instinct, like it’s a third limb they’ve been born with, that the true potential finally shows. The centipede’s dilemma was capping off Koichi’s real strength this whole time, so when he stops thinking about what he can’t do, and focuses on something more important, like saving Pop, his power skyrockets, and his limits vanish. 2) “…Welp spoke too soon. Shame. Now with his death the fabric of reality shall begin to unravel and disintegrate.”-Only once he finishes Phelps off by shooting him with an actual bullet, “for old times’ sake”. 3) “Ah shit it was just Soga. Never mind then, keep moving koichi, there’s more important stuff to care about right now.”- Sadly, Soga is the designated “ideas man” for the vigilante group right now, which means any clever strategy they need to turn the tables on Nomura needs to be run by him first. Downsides of not having Koichi become completely independent and self-sufficient as a hero- er, Vigilante. 4) “Alright Mr. Strategist, do tell us what the counterattack will entail, since you’re apparently the brain of this whole operation.”- I will admit that for all his strengths as a protagonist, Koichi not having Izuku’s ability to think and plan on his feet, and thus being reliant on others for ideas, does majorly handicap his ability to heroically perform in action. 5) “Jokes on you Soggy, that’s been his life for the past three non-important years. You wouldn’t know, since they weren’t important and thus weren’t shown, but I’ll assure you, all that non-important stuff was building up to this exact moment right here.”- I’d say it was a joke, but it really was all leading up to this fight all along – and us being absent from the humdrum day-to-day does really make us feel the disconnect in Koichi’s journey as a hero compared to Izuku, who we’ve followed closely for an entire year of his life up to this current fight with Tomura. 6) “Also, where’s Midnight? Why isn’t she here? Her quirk could’ve put all of them to sleep, or at least she could try to do so.”- Would that even work on the drones? They have mouths, sure, but they don’t seem to have noses or such to breath with, and it’s unclear if their weird biology would even be affected by the normal cocktail of chemicals that Midnight uses to make others go to sleep.

7) “Again, how many of those fucking things did AfO gave McBee? I was under the impression that Nomus were, you know, difficult to make, even the less-powerful models, and it would probably be worse here considering that this is the early models, before the technology was properly mastered.”- Given the bomber cells have weird “growing” capacities, like we saw with how Nomura formed hands out of them in order to beat Knuckles, it’s possible that he just grew a big vat of the stuff and had it form under Nomura’s control into humanoid Drones to control with. The issue being is that this growth results in the cells being unstable and bad for long-term use, so they won’t work with a Nomu’s trademark durability down the line, but they’re useful for making a large disposable force for an assault like this- don’t even leave any traces behind with how they utterly eradicate themselves with each blast. 8) “So, the final clash is about to start for real. Even McBee himself is there to get his hands dirt, but my oh my, Koichi is right here, and as he showed he has unlocked the next level of his quirk, and if he was already fucking him over before, well, let us just say McBee doesn’t stand much of a chance right now…”- This fight is gonna be wild, let me tell you. @thelreads

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

Argentina’s New Presidente

Javier Milei Is a Phony

Stephen Jay Morris

11/12/2023

©Scientific Morality.

            You should know that it is bad enough that most Americans are geographically challenged. But when it comes to politics? A big, fucking, “Duh!” Conservatives depend on peoples’ stupidity. Thus, there are certain nouns not commonly used by them. When it comes to political vocabulary, Americans are Igonorantia. The Democratic party, for decades, never uttered the term, “fascism.” Now, in the year 2023, you can’t shut the cretins up! In the 50’s and 60’s, you couldn’t stop hearing the noun, “communism,” thanks to the idiotic Conservatives. They are alarmists and will always be alarmists. They are constantly trying to alarm the public. They also love those who suffer from misoneism. The name of the game is obscurantism. That is what anti-intellectualism is. Stupid people are easy to control. Why do you think conservatives are against public universities? They tell the white, working-class and white middle-class masses that being humble and docile to authority is the way God wants them to be. “Let authority do the thinking for you. Just take care of your family, pray to God, and leave the government to the experts.” I have stated this fact umpteenth times.

            The American people are inherent parrots. They repeat every new, trendy phrase they hear. How many times have you heard a Millennial use the phrase “I mean?”  Well, now there is a new term being introduced to the vast American people by corporate media. That term is “Anarcho-Capitalism.” It is abbreviated as “An-Cap.” Question: How many Americans will seek out the definition of “Anarcho-Capitalism?” Answer: About 2% of the population. I am one of the 2%.

            So, what does this have to do with Argentina’s new president, Javier Milei? Vocabulary is significant to him. It’s how he brands himself. When seen on news reels, he is gesticulating like a court jester. You’d think he was fucking, Abbie Hoffman, clowning around! It is all false imaging created to appeal to the plebeians of Argentina. Newsreels show footage of him campaigning with a chainsaw for a prop, and spouting the same, old, tired rhetoric heard decade after decade. “Cut government!” “Government is the problem!” “Don’t trust the government!” “The government is bad!” What the conservative’s message really is, is “We hate liberal government! We love conservative government!” Well, if they hate government so much, then why are they running for political office? If the conservatives really hated government, they would be true Anarcho-Capitalists. Why does Milei identify as that? Because of its esoteric appeal to the Millennial intelligentsia. Hell, he is not even close to being a Libertarian! When you say you are an Anarcho-Capitalist, you are saying that you want to abolish the government with the military and all its functions. Here is another fact: most An-Caps are atheists. When President Javier Milei says he is pro-life, he is taking a Theocratic position. Also, he wants Argentina to dollarize its monetary system; that is, convert to the American dollar. Now that doesn’t sound very anarchistic to me. Most anarchists want to abolish the monetary system.

            So, who is this Javier Milei, dumb ass anyway? He is another suck ass for American imperialism!  He is a flunky for Neo-liberalism. P.S., for centuries, the CIA has been supporting every Fascist regime that has popped up in South America! Every time the South American people voted for a Democratic Socialist president, the CIA overthrew the government. Now, the CIA has a new public relations scheme: they pretend to hate the MAGA movement. They pretend they are all classic liberals. They probably told Javier to call himself an An-Cap. Allegedly. I like speculating. In short, I don’t believe the media.

[savagenewcanaan]

Savage New Canaan The Magic Of Tuning Your Vehicle

I've been racking my brain on something to discuss this time around, and it simply slips my mind, oh author's block, the muscle mass for muscle mass cars and trucks has actually left the structure, hmm possibly a cup of coffee will repair it, perhaps warm water cascading over my noggin, need inspiration, require support, do not wish to dissatisfy, love muscle autos, I really feel just like a cavern male this morning ooo-oooo-- aww, well give an old man a break, just possibly it'll all return.

 Adjusting is an important part of making your car run right, and I'm not only talking about the engine adjusting, I'm discussing suspension and also chassis adjusting additionally, the engine in the very easy part, unless obviously you run a turbocharger or supercharger, either among these make the engine harder to tune, and it needs to be tuned perfect whatsoever times if you have either among these, or two fours on a tunnel ram, all of these points will certainly make it go much faster, however require precise tuning, you can no more tune by ear, it takes timing lights, vacuum cleaner gages, as well as computers, no more simply a screw motorist and a wrench.

 Say goodbye to simply going to the automobile components store and also getting your cap, rotor, wires, and plugs, and open up the plugs and also tossing all of it on, you will clearly do this additionally, today you will attach your computer, timing light, and also vacuum gage, you can not have any vacuum cleaner leaks, allow your cars and truck to over warm, or obtain lazy about your auto generally, it's a should to keep it in best running order at all times, or you can expect big troubles with it.

 It made use of to be in the old days that if your engine determined to backfire when it had a supercharger, you can anticipate the electric motor to scatter around the roadway, however there have actually been some developments, and straightforward ones, like pop off valves, that make this practically a distant memory, yet you would certainly much better await constantly you'll invest maintaining your auto after you add this sort of efficiency alteration to your car.

Michael Savage New Canaan

 Now the suspension adjusting part can obtain just a little engaged, and it's actually not my specialized, but I will certainly provide it the old college shot, when adjusting your suspension you'll wish to think of what it is your going to use the auto for, if you build a 1/4 mile vehicle, it clearly will not handle that well in the edges, as well as if you develop a car that deals with through corners, it'll still do alright in the 1/4 mile, however you possibly aren't going to win a great deal of races, so you really need to offer this some believed, so you get the right auto for you.

 The very first thing that I can think of here if you intend to be truly affordable in any type of kind of auto racing is the to consider the frame of your automobile, and the power of the engine that your structure for it, if you have a uni-body car, and also your developing an engine with even more then 500 HP, you may want to think about making it a complete structure auto, by either having a special structure constructed, by a company like Reher as well as Morrison, to guarantee that it can deal with the power, if you make a decision to choose below structure connectors to save money. then you must look in to the products that get on the market, contrast, as well as acquire the best that you can find, and bonded them on, do not screw them on the most effective outcomes.

 What sub structure adapters will provide for you, is fool your uni-body car in to assuming that it has a full structure, it will make the entire cars and truck a lot much more rigid, which naturally will make it manage much better, now I will certainly attempt to clarify the difference in between the two types of suspension, first of all, if you have actually ever been to the drag strip, you'll observe that when the drag cars and truck launches of the line it squats down in the back, this is the initial big distinction between the two suspension arrangements, with a drag auto you want to transfer as much of the weight to the back of the vehicle as you can when it launches off of the line, this is just how you'll make those hole shots, as well as win races.

Savage New Canaan

 In 1/4 mile auto racing they use ladder bars, as well as four link shock absorber to obtain the power to the pavement, and also getting the power to the sidewalk is nitty-gritty in 1/4 mile racing, you desire as much of the power from those back wheels reaching the pavement as possible, that is what the burn out is everything about, it's not just a phenomenon, it heats up the tires as well as develops adhesion to the tarmac surface area, it's an essential component of the getting the power to the pavement that I have been talking about, when you get your ladder bars, and also your 4 web link shock absorber tuned in perfectly, it will link, and also you will launch like a rocket.

 Things that I discussed above are specifically the important things that you don't need in a real road race car, in a roadway race vehicle your not mosting likely to warm up the tires to obtain grip, you'll depend upon walk patterns, and also tire compounds to develop the type of traction that you'll require to be affordable here, what your looking for below is the whole auto to stick to the roadway, you do not desire it to slide, so the majority of people will try to get the major part of the weight over the facility of the automobile, this is what is called a mid engined automobile, you desire that weight to be dispersed over the entire car ideally, by making it a mid engined automobile it goes a long method towards accomplishing this goal, you do still require to at least put weld on below frame adapters on the vehicle, here once again I would certainly recommend to have a specialist build a structure for your vehicle rather.

 Road vehicles utilize the rules of aerodynamics to create down stress on the car to assist maintain in when traveling, and to puncture the air to aid the automobile to relocate along the road much easier, as well as they make use of shocks, springtimes, as well as persuade bars to assist restrict the pitch and roll of the cars and truck body when it goes it to a difficult edge, the cars and truck requirement to stay as degree as feasible to maintain in on it's wheels, as opposed to on it's roof covering, and this is a highly specialized sort of adjusting, you must always have a professional to establish this up for you, it requires to be best if you desire the very best results from your work, time, and cash, the specialists will also do their magic on the guiding of your auto additionally, as well as they will do it ideal and safe.