#geekboys

[geekgirl750]

I came home drunk from a Pride event but I need the Internet to know that Owen Harper is the Character™️

[doomthegloom]

Early morning baby boy Frederic

[yaoimancer]

Prompts for day 1-4 of YGORarepairweek 2023!

Magical Girl/Emo; Rain; Roleswap; Angel/Demon!

[madmadmilk]

lol i'm pretty sure i'm gonna be a frothing fangirl for life but i hate that i wither inside every time someone asks me what i'm into rn 💀 like, girl, i cannot speak my delusions aloud

[kibeebaribe]

Fan art-Brief P and S.

[zmediaoutlet]

@spn20fest a cocktail menu for the bunker's bar.

Descriptions and recipes below the cut:

The Winchester

2 oz. whiskey (Kansas brand on-point but not necessary) 1 oz. amaro (Montenegro will be spicy & sweet, but other amaros would be reasonable; amaro sfumato would lean into bitter smoke for early seasons; amaro nonino would be much sweeter for s11 vibes) 0.5 oz blood orange syrup (50 percent blood orange juice, 50 percent sugar, heat until dissolved and let cool to room temp) 0.5 oz lemon juice Shake over ice; strain into glass over large ice cube. This cocktail was smoked with hickory chips using an over-glass smoker.

Whiskey, bitterness, spice, tartness and smoke: this is the Winchester way. A balanced, easy-to-drink experience. Geekboy's All-Nighter 2 oz. cold-brew coffee (I used Chameleon brand) 1 oz. bourbon whiskey (Maker's, but Woodford Double-oaked would be better) 0.5 oz cream (could also do whole milk/oat milk; would not recommend coconut milk) 0.25 oz cointreau (triple sec not recommended; you want the drier orange flavor) 0.25 simple syrup (I used a demerara but any sweet would work) dash orange bitters (go heavy if you want, coffee & orange is great) garnish with burnt cinnamon stick (mostly for aroma)

Shake hard over ice to create a coffee & cream foam; double strain to avoid ice chips in the drink. Serve over large ice cube, or over full glass of ice to dilute further.

Sweet, strong, and caffeinated -- this is Sam when he's at his best. Orange and cinnamon lends a gratifying and natural complexity.

Path of the Righteous Man

2 oz. rye whiskey (Rittenhouse Bottled-in-Bond is higher proof and extra spicy) 0.75 oz sweet vermouth (I used Carpano Antica for the nutty chocolate vibes; Punt e Mes would be more bitter if you want to lean into s9/10) 0.5 oz apricot liqueur (pie) 2 dashes cardamom bitters (seriously, pie)

Stir with ice in large glass until very cold; strain into rocks glass over large cube.

Sweet and complex and surprisingly strong: Dean's cocktail will go down very easy and you'll immediately want another. Drink responsibly, but let's be honest -- he wouldn't.

[prophetofnothing]

"hes bland" the most conventionally attractive boy in the world rolls up to a school on a motorbike in a leather jacket. you ask him what he likes to listen to and he quirks his face a little and responds with "oh... i dont really listen to music..." doesnt that make you tingle. doesnt that fill your brain with lumps.

listen i completely understand any scott criticism ever levelled against him. and i would be inclined to agree. but have you considered that hes still my specialist little boy? that hes the specialist boy in the world?

[rabbitmotifs]

i remember being 12 and not knowing anything about xmen besides the fact all the geekboys in my classes all thought rogue was so hot with a body like wow and i always used to be like. whatever. this is just some random woman NEXT. but now i get it. rogue is and has been and will forever continue to be That Bitch

[deadboydetectives-confessions]

It's the same person that talked about the season 1 fight scene hi, I just want to say again it was such an epic scene that represented their dynamic really well. We have definitely glossed over it and missed it because of everything else that happened.

Also unrelated, I love how Edwin is all serious when he answers the CK he and Charles are best friends when the CK asks him if they're special friends. Like yeah the CK is trying to tease him but Edwin is so serious answers they're besties and Charles is his most important friend in the world, I just love this little Edwardian getting really serious about his connection with his best friend.

I ship Payneland a lot, but also their dynamic as friends comes before anything else and I fucking adore them for it. This is why they work so well as a ship, they are friends who are also in love with each other, not in love and also happens to be friends.

They are best friends forever and ever really. I love how serious they are about it. I Iike prim and proper Edwin saying "yeah Charles is my best friend and what about it!" He's so fucking cute. All my love for Edwin and Charles.

Anyway yeah just blurting out random thoughts.

Also this is extremely random but I'm a fencer Edwin truther and there should be more fics about it. Also I love everything with artist Charles- whether he draws, plays, any type of artistic hobby or even stuff like gaming, star wars, and other movies and stuff, he's such a geekboy, so fanfics writers keep everything up. I love it

Okay bye 👋

And keep streaming the show!

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[pawberri]

are you talking about stuff like high-strung professional businesswoman or model or something who hates her life becomes nerdy loser geekboy and is much happier

Yeah that would be cutie... also like just any kind of girl becomes neet gamer boy bc nerd boys are cute... nasty dirty men are meow meows

[totaldrama-showdowns]

Round 3 Match 4

Propaganda

Zee: I think we’ve all just collectively decided Zee is nonbinary

World's most nonbinary-looking character, come on

What if the world was made of soda

The most a total drama character has ever gendered in the history of the show

They are all of the genders AND none of the genders

the milk is a gender?

My guy has no gender, Zee is way too powerful to be bothered by this kind of social constructs. Soda is way more important than any gender

No gendar

Damien: Transmasc autistic swag!!!

he got that t-boy swag

his tboy swag

just look at him, he has trans swag like no other‼️‼️‼️

Are you kidding me, that dude just has the strongest vibes.

Chris picked the reboot cast and threw in some normal guy named Damien just to traumatize him

Come on man look at him. The bomber jacket over the sweater. The absolute geekboy swag. The blatant need for at least 50mg zoloft. He's got it all

THE tguy of all time for realz

his weird pencil moustache is giving "ive only just started growing facial hair and im just trying things out"

[yaoimancer]

Geek Boy's spidersona heheee

[knaveofpentacles]

tell me more about your lovelife, geekboy. i love to live bicuriously through you

[lawlznet]

Calico took longer than she normally did closing the door behind Chris. She didn't need to, but the finality with which she did the gesture gave her a distinct sense of peace. She took a deep breath... and didn't get to enjoy the rest of said peace as a familiar hand placed itself on her shoulder.

"The answer is still no," She said as she pulled down one of her sleeves and made to pull it off of her. The hand didn't budge. It gripped, gently but firmly, onto her shoulder. She looked behind her with a scowl, but found not just the Gary Stu's deadpan expression looking back at her, but those of others as well. The youth in the simple clothes, his shirt and cargo shirt, stared at her with his arms folded- Shep stood next to him with a similar expression, his filled with an annoying amount of condescension.

Out of the corner of her eye, Delora's eyes flitted between the small group of upset looking characters and her, uncharacteristically perturbed. Apple had made her way over, too- away from her and in full view of the crowd.

Calico sighed.

"Okay, out with it-" She began, before the Gary Stu interrupted her.

"We need to talk. Now." He said, pulling her back toward the meeting room where she had hid during her earlier suffering. "You've gone too far this time," he explained.

"The hell is your problem?" Calico said, trying to pull herself out of the Gary Stu's grip to no avail. She thought about elbowing him out of the way as she passed Apple and Delora, the latter looking more miserable than she had any right to be. Calico raised her eyebrow at Apple, but the taller woman didn't respond except to follow behind the line of men and women as they pulled her into the room.

Once the door was shut- with an audible locking noise, she noted- Cargo Pants seemingly spearheaded the interrogation. He moved to the front of the group as Calico leaned against the table, scowling as she made a mental note of every face available.

"You've been too lenient with the Geekboy," Cargo Pants started, eliciting an eye roll from Calico. "He didn't need to know half of what you told him. Even if you lied through omission on some of it."

"The man's been through hell and he's always suspected something like this anyway." Calico said, fiddling with her walkman beneath her hoodie. "It's not like I explained the nature of the universe to him."

"You might as well have. You think that being 'genre savvy' or whatever is an excuse to tell secrets?" Why are you upset, dude? Calico thought as she looked away from Cargo Pants. Seriously, you're like one of the last people who should care- "You might as well have told him the name of god while you're at it-"

"Whoa whoa WHOA!" Calico blurted out, her temper rising. "Where the hell did that come from? The guy was pulled from his reality, got shoved in some pocket hell hole that was birthed like yesterday, and all he wanted was to go home. What the hell is your problem?"

"Our problem is that ever since you got defrosted by that loser, you've been obsessing over him and his life." Cargo Pants said. He straightened some glasses on his face that Calico was sure weren't there seconds ago.

"'Our' problem?" Calico said, looking incredulously from him to Shep to Apple and some of the others. There were a lot more people in the room than she had realized, slowly surrounding her and only separated by the long meeting table she was leaning on. A girl in a serafuku pulled a palm sized shard of glass out of her skirt and began to carve it into the wood, her dark eyes watching Calico closely.

"You mentioned it before, did you not?" A shock of pastel pink hair flitted dangerously close to Calico's face- enough that its wearer, the recently named "Bubblegum," could have reached up and kissed her on the lips. She was still chewing the namesake given to her by Chris. "You need to know what happens next."

Calico ground her teeth together.

"What about it?" She said.

"Bubblegum" closed her eyes, stopped chewing, and smiled.

"An avatar's life is not ours to control," came a gruff voice from behind the crowd. The wolf/vampire hybrid towered over everyone but kept his distance, only illuminated by his blood red eyes and beast like face.

You too? Calico thought to herself as he continued.

"They influence us. We do not influence them." He continued, snorting as he did so. Calico bit her lip and opened her mouth to retort before another voice continued for him.

"W-we're like uh, characters in a v-video game..." Squeaked a young teen behind her. He was standing on the table with a pair of worn sandals and a long white poncho. He shrunk and jumped off the table when Calico turned to him.

"And that... is a duty reserved for those of the Flesh." The humanoid monster completed, sighing. "Not us- not the Unbound." He gave her a once over. "Not one without a Story."

Calico gripped her fists tightly under her hoodie. Cargo Pants's expression softened.

"You got a Name, toots. That's more than me, and I don't sweat it." As he said this, he twirled one of his fingers in an upward motion- a man sized corkscrew made of black stone, covered in green, glowing ruins pierced out of the ground and formed a spiral in front of the entrance to the room, blocking its entry. "But big furry has a point. We all agreed to just watch things unfold and not get involved because you know what happens when a tale doesn't make sense."

He looked over to the Gary Stu; he was polishing the shaft of his key blade with a corner of his wizard hat. He looked up and locked eyes with Cargo Pants for a brief moment.

"Sorry, did you need something?" He asked.

Cargo pants rolled his eyes.

"You don't know that." Calico said, "No one knows what happens when an Outside Context runs into a Discrepancy."

"It can be inferred." Shep said, breaking his silence, "And ah reckon the fact that a bunch of us exist is proof enough, there's a whole lot of discarded trash an' nobody knows how da 'ell it actually all works." He sniffs.

"...you hypocritical piece of shit." Calico said, glaring daggers at him and getting off the table. She marched toward the door blocked by the life sized obsidian corkscrew.

"So many bad words tonight." The Gary Stu said as he holstered the key blade. "Cali! Shep's just upset! He has a whole world and it's not very long!"

Calico raised her middle finger and pointed it at the Gary Stu, who proceeded to blink and crane his head. "I don't know what that means. Is that a kind of peace sign?"

"UGH!"

Calico angrily pulled her hoodie over her head and started to pull at the obsidian corkscrew. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't make it budge, even as the stone dug into her fingers.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, and was about to snap again until she looked up and saw Apple's concerned, frowning face. The taller woman gave a reassuring squeeze.

"We..." She started, choosing her words carefully, "...we, can't always choose our path. Sometimes, it's not for us." Apple's voice barely sounded like she believed herself. "We... make best of what we have. And accept the rest."

Calico stopped pulling at the corkscrew and looked from Apple to Delora, who was pressed against a corner wall. The girl was anxiously twirling one of her bangs.

"...make sure you tell that to her the next time shit happens." Calico said bitterly, "...when shit happens next." She looked back at Cargo Pants.

"Are we done here?" She asked.

Cargo Pants scratched his head, then snapped his fingers. "Yeah, I guess."

The obsidian corkscrew unwound itself, leaving a manhole sized hole in the ground. As soon as there was room, Calico ripped open the door, lock be damned, slamming it against the wall. She trudged out and immediately made for the tavern doors; they closed shut behind her just as Apple cleared the hole and reached out to stop her.

"Well." The Gary Stu said, "That was awkward. Why did we do all this again?"

"You know, for someone who knows better than most of us how things work, she sure has an attitude problem." Cargo Pants said, ignoring the Gary Stu. "She's even seen tv shows."

"She says she has," The monstrous human growled as he cleared the hole back to the tavern. "But she says a lot of things. We know she is just a Muse, not unlike us." He snorted. "A character on paper."

Cargo Pants folded his arms. "Yeah, so am I. But I don't know anything unless its explained to me." He scratched his head. "And for the record? She doesn't even have that going for her. Paper, I mean." He paused. "Well, whatever. Guess I'll go piss around."

The party in the meeting room dissolved as quickly as it had formed, leaving only Delora and Apple alone. After a few moments, Apple went to Delora and, after leading her gently over the manhole sized... hole in the ground, lead her back to a bar stool. The younger woman was still anxiously fidgeting with her hair, but this time with both hands; and what's worse, she picked and prodded at a circlet with broken gemstones that sat below her bangs.

Apple took Delora's hands in her own and gently pulled them down to her lap. Her hands trembled.

"...you were right, this is... I... even if I don't understand what's being discussed, this is too much for me." Delora said, biting her lip. She sniffed.

Apple looked away, and continued holding the bard's hands with her best attempt at a reassuring grip. She looked toward the doors that Calico had just disappeared through.

"...you looked in the Book." Apple said matter of factly.

Delora nodded. She bit her lip tighter, and glanced at Apple's profile before looking away again, this time toward Springfield. The Tactical Doll stared back at her unemotionally.

"...will it hurt?" Delora said, blinking tears. Apple just squeezed her hands tighter. Delora smiled, causing a few stray tears to roll down her face.

"...We've... we've had this conversation before, haven't we?"

Apple gripped her hands even tighter.

"I... I'm sorry I asked to come." Delora said, sniffling. "That... I've asked to come, every time. You- you must be getting tired of- of the repetition-"

Apple let go of Delora's hands and embraced her tightly. Inside her head, a voice chortled; she tried to push it out of her mind but she knew that it couldn't be helped.

All she could focus was on the person in front of her, here and now. And who would continue to be.

Until her story was written.

[mistfunk]

Mistigram: this newschool #ASCIIart logo for Geekboy's BBS "Stupidmop" was drawn by Dead Soul in the style of his Mist ASCII colleague Weird, and was released in the MIST0897 artpack collection released 26 years ago this month.

[bbwmilfhntr]

Actually geekboi, KamelToe just Bombed a simple Interview on the Communist News Network and sounded like an alcoholic crack whore that needs to retire very fast and get into rehabilitation . Wake up people lmao 🤣😂

Trying to mostly stay away from politics on this blog, but today there’s something I just need to say.

Kamala Harris just defied DECADES of inside-the-Beltway “wisdom” by picking Walz as her running mate instead of Shapiro. The gray-hairs were probably all telling her she had to go with Shapiro to court the independents. Instead of picking the moderate, staunchly pro-Israel guy, she went with a full-on progressive with a strong LGBTQ+, pro-choice, pro-union record.

She’s making a leap of faith here. She’s betting that progressives, young people, and marginalized people will show up for her if she shows that she’s listening. As someone who lived through several decades when progressives didn’t have a voice even in the Democratic party, I can’t begin to tell you how huge this is.

In the coming months, you will no doubt read/hear things about Harris or Walz that you won’t like. Some of it may even be true. There may well already be things you don’t like about her.

Unfortunately, the choice isn’t between a perfect candidate and an imperfect candidate. The choice is between an imperfect candidate and possibly the most disgusting man on the planet, a guy who isn’t even trying to hide his plans to destroy the US. If Palestine is your #1 issue, know that he will do everything he can to pour gas on the flames until there’s nothing left.

Harris made the choice to listen to progressive voices. If she loses because we didn’t show up for her in huge numbers, we’ll likely be wandering in the wilderness for decades more while the planet burns around us.

(Oh, and we’ll need to show up again in ‘26. Let’s not make the same mistake we made in 2010, when the left stayed home after electing Obama and Republicans won big everywhere, which led to the extreme gerrymandering we’re still dealing with in many states.)