#get fucking rekt

[superbnutnight]

AFO bullying week day 2. TFW your son forces you to dress up in your mortal enemy’s merch.

[marthafanaamay]

Demisexual Alastor is pretty entertaining to me.

Like, he spends his whole life and his afterlife not being sexually attracted to anyone, even falling out with Vox over his lack of attraction, only for Lucifer to show up and suddenly Alastor is all like:

Based on this meme I found:

[destielmemenews]

"Trump Media ended the trading day at $16.98 per share, a 6% decline on the day.

The stock has fallen more than 75% from its intraday peak of $79.38 per share, which it hit in its Nasdaq trading debut in late March following Trump Media’s merger with a special purpose acquisition company."

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[loosesodamarble]

Lucius: I calculated the state of the future but FUCK! Asta's presence added a new factor to the equation that I never planned for.

[ink-blot-thoughts]

Okay for a while my genshin bio was "Arlecchino simp, Childe stan, Dottore apologist" and while that was my bio, someone joined my world and asked me why I liked Dottore? At the time I just said heeheehoohoo man funny cause that's true but thinking about it, I've realised why I like Dottore.

So, picture this. I joined genshin in around 3.2ish. I didn't do any events that I hadn't unlocked the story for and I wasn't really in the fandom. So lil old me was just playing through the story, and having the time of my life in Sumeru cause it was so fucking weird.

Then. You defeat the big boss. You cry about Rukkhadevata. Nahida is gonna give us some lore now, right?? Nope get fucking flashbanged.

So this was already shocking enough then out walks Mr Doctor, who had seemingly left Sumeru in a boat. Okay weird, guess he came back. WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAS CLONES?!?! And then his clones get merked the second I find out about them?!!?!?

So I'm reeling from that when he promises knowledge not even the god of wisdom knows. And I perk up cause lore!!! I like lore!!! Then. Then the motherfucker. He says "Sky's fake."

Remember, I knew none of this. Bitch just dropped sky's fake on my head out of nowhere. And while I was going "THE SKY IS FUCKING WHAT?!?!!?" Man just casually faded to black. Like he hadn't dropped the most batshit insane lore possible.

Now if you're normal and you knew the background genshin lore, that would make sense. You already know about the fake sky and Dottore's segments and all, so the casual delivery totally tracks.

But I didn't. So to me this man walked up, drugged us, revealed he had clones, murdered said clones, then dropped one of genshins biggest lore bombs before fucking off. In the space of one conversation. Fucking iconic.

So that's why I like Dottore :)

[syn4k]

mianite s1: ianite vs dianite

mianite s2: ianite vs mianite

mianite season ITS NOT MIANITE BRO ITS ISOLATION ISLAND ITS NOT S3 (s3): ianite vs the server connection

[i-like-rocks22]

Paul, I am coming to your house and feeding you the raw components of a fucking treacle pudding. I hope you like raw flour, ya wankbadger.

[im-so-normal-for-jax]

huh? What was that? You want me to make more Jax angst edits?? WELL OF COURSE I WILL TEEHEHEHHEHE

[lordcryosrealmoftrash]

Just had a thought

The last Zelda saw of Link before she got sent back was him jumping after her into what seems to be a pit with a fucked up arm. Zelda literally had no confirmation that Link had survived. She just knew. She, in her heart, knew that Link is too resilient to let something like corruption and a bottomless pit stop him. There was never a moment where she doubted Link surviving.

[c0pper0tter]

Spoilers for xmen 97 ep 5, if you somehow havent seen it dont keep scrolling

Don't cry if you didn't listen to me

I am NOT OKAY

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHY DO ALL MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS DIE FUCK THIS SHIT MAN IM TOO CURSED FOR ANY FANDOM

[inbabylontheywept]

Healing+Lightning=

Wizard Launcher

Avalahn was already halfway through the anti-lightning sigil when he realized that the hedge wizard's spell was continuing. Surprising. Dual element spells were rare enough amongst polished circle elves. For a backwood self-taught like the human in front of him, they were signs of a prodigy.

Still, it was hardly worth worrying about for someone with his centuries of experience. He simply relooped his hand instead of closing his fist, preparing himself to charge his sigil with a second element in turn.

Or, so he thought. His almost bored counterspelling was replaced by consternation.

The first spell he’d identified clearly enough. Aerothurgy of the third ring, a lightning blast designed to cripple warriors by overdrawing their muscles. Atypical for wizard duels, but perhaps the hedge wizard was trying to avoid lethal options. He would be disappointed if he expected the same courtesy from Avalahn himself.

But the second spell, he’d never seen used in a duel before. It was a biomancy spell, but far more intricate than the lightning spell. At least sixth ring. He’d seen something like it used to reattach severed tendons.

Why would he try to heal me, right after harming me?

The hedge wizard maintained focus as he traced the last symbols through the air, completing the cast. Avalahn closed his fist and finished his sigil, protected from the lightning part of the attack. If there was a look of trepidation on the hedge wizard’s face as he finished, Avalahn assumed it was fear from fighting a superior mage.

He assumed wrong.

There was a sound like the rigging of a ship tearing loose, like a mighty cord breaking under unimaginable strain. The hedge wizard howled in pain, but more important than that, he flew. Avalahn had no time to cast a physical barrier. He’d been prepared for lightning and thunder, not for the filthy half-feral man to cross the thirty foot gap between them in half a second. His brain was still trying to process how healing plus lightning resulted in a wizard launcher.

The wizard slammed into him at waist level, a dagger sharp shoulder aimed perfectly at his diaphragm. The sound he made as every fragment of air left his body was similar to the noise a rat would make while getting run over by an oxcart.

The two bounded down the road, a knot of limbs and robes. Avalahn may have been caught unprepared for the dive tackle, but he wasn't completely useless in a scrap. His reflexes were still top notch, and even when he couldn’t tell up from down, he could still cast a ward against blows.

The hedge wizard was definitely slower and smaller than Avalahn himself was, but if nothing else he was in his element. Avalahn managed to throw a few sharp elbows into his ribs, but when the scramble stopped the human was the one on top.

The sigil was not focused enough to full stop the first blow, but it softened it. His head still bounced back against the grass, but it was hardly the crushing blow that the hermit had clearly hoped for. The second blow was also warded, but still went hard enough to draw a trickle of blood from one nostril. He tracked the recoiled fist of the human wizard and was surprised to see a large rock clutched in its palm. He must’ve snatched it off the path some point during the tumble.

Clever little bastard.

He did have an ace of his own, a little trick built into every ward he cast. Wrapped in all of his defensive casts he always threw in an energy trap, a way to turn the enemy's strength against them.

Between the tumbling and the punches, the physical ward was practically shimmering with built up charge.

He released it with a snarl. The hedge had no time to react, one second he was trying to pummel Avalahn to death with a rock, the next he was physically thrown ten feet back. If he’d landed on his back, Avalahn would’ve had enough time to finish him off with an ice spear, but the stupid, grimy, wicked little beast landed on both feet and charged foward like a bull.

Centuries of knowledge, analyzed in fractions of a second. Spells, wards, sigils, none could be cast before the human crossed the gap.

Only one choice.

He swung a haymaker at the humans jaw. His mind worked faster than his arm could alter course and he watched in slow motion horror as the human twisted his head and ducked, taking the blow on the forehead instead of the chin.

Avalahn’s punch had more power than sense behind it, and decades of sedentary life had made him soft. He barely had time to wince at the boxer's fracture he gave himself before he felt the little man’s arms wrap around him, surprisingly from behind. He must’ve managed to slide under his leg.

As he reached down to break the vice grip that the human had, he realized that the humans fingers were twitching the same lightning spell that they had before. He’d been too busy fighting for his life to process what the hell that opening move was, but in that split second, he realized what was about to happen.

The human didn’t use lightning spells to attack directly. He used them on himself, as a way to overload his muscles and gain a temporary and painful burst of superstrength.

The healing was just used to fix whatever horrible damage he did to his own muscles in that moment.

The twitching stopped and he knew that the convocation was complete. He could only sit in silent horror as he felt every muscle in the humans body bunch together in one powerful pulse.

The arms around his waist crushed together like a vice, harm enough to snap at least two of his lower ribs. He felt his feet lift off the ground as the muscles in the humans back pulled taut, saw the ground rush up to meet him as he was flung carelessly over the human’s shoulder.

It wasn’t a clean knockout. It was a filthy, vicious, visceral knockout, and in the human’s eyes, that was far better.

The hedge wizard spent a few seconds on the ground, quietly contemplating his choice to pull every muscle from his hamstrings to his shoulders. He didn’t have enough mana to fix himself right as rain, but he could work up enough to at least get himself onto his feet again. He took a moment to drag the unconscious elf into the shade under a tree before rummaging around the finely tooled leather bag the traveler had brought. There was a bag of candied nuts that he helped himself to, as well as a small bottle of brandy, but the rest he left be. He liked his creature comforts, but he wasn’t a bandit. He’d just wanted to make a point about what happened to people that tried to barge through his woods, only to threaten violence when told to leave. He couldn’t tolerate bullies, but he especially couldn’t tolerate bullies blessed with magic.

Still, he felt a little bad for his petty theft, and slightly impressed with the physicality of the fight. He hemmed and hawed for a few seconds before fishing through the pack again, this time pulling out a quill and some parchment. Using one of the hardbacks in the bag as a desk, he wrote a small note to leave on the unconscious elf's lap.

Nyce heighmayker. You can travil thru, provyded you bary your shits. When you retern to your Very Fancy Sercil, try to reed a book on how NOT to get suplecksed. Haha!

Syned,

Tom Bug

Ps. Your desent enuf for a book wizard. I gess you can stop by agen, if you behayv. Bet your frends are pricks tho. Tell them to stay away or I will kill them with a rok.

[specialagentartemis]

My favorite genre of sci-fi is “small research team goes to a distant plant/star/space station/black hole/etc to study something weird there, and then the weird thing there Wrecks Their Shit.” Can’t get enough of it. “Small research team goes to a deep undersea research station” and “small research team goes to a deep Antarctic research station” are also very good variants of this as long as they get completely rekt by a weird mysterious alien thing there. I love it every time.

It is also important to note that these stories can range from “TPK” to “lone survivor” to “a few losses but most of the main characters come out of this harrowing ordeal alive, if changed” to “everyone survives this harrowing ordeal and they have a new friend now!” but the more characters survive the better the story better be. If it’s a TPK/lone survivor I eat this up and will love it no matter how bad it is (Underwater (2020) starring Kristen Stewart I am vaguing you here. Stupid movie. Saw it on the big screen and loved it). But if most/all of the cast survives, the writing and the story and the characters better be goddamn amazing (All Systems Red by Martha Wells and Wolf 359 by Gabriel Urbina and Sarah Shachat I am vaguing you here <3 )

[tenitchyfingers]

Honestly I’m still so baffled by that person who shamed me for being a John Lennon fan and hating on Yoko because

1. I’m not a John fan, and he’s my least favorite Beatle actually

2. But at least John had actual real talent and he didn’t fuck his way to fame, because if you don’t think that’s exactly what Yoko was all about you are Delusional

3. Also, John admitted to his faults and actively took steps to be a better person and take care of his mental health however he could. Yoko never did - and never gave a fuck about improving as a person.

4. “Yoko was not an abuser!” Well, she pushed him to get addicted to heroin, manipulated him into not talking to Paul and into abandoning Julian, which is arguably worse than anything John ever did.

5. Everything Yoko does is for her own benefit and she’s ruined several projects because she needed to be at the center of it, and I’m not talking about her being in the studio for Let It Be. I’m talking about her meddling into all the business post-breakup and after John’s death. Not to mention how she didn’t allow any of John’s family, Cynthia and Julian to be there for his funeral. That is unforgivable. She fucking FORBADE HIS FAMILY not just from seeing him, but also even from saying goodbye. Fuck Yoko and fuck you if you defend her.

That person also called me a misogynist… no, I’m just an enemy to narcissistic abusers, which she absolutely is. Matter of fact, I’m team Cynthia, Julian and Sean first (because it’s not Sean’s fault that his mother is a fucking evil cunt), team May Pang second, team John third and I’m not team Yoko at all. I love and care for John’s wife, children and fling more than i love him. Is that still misogyny, fucker? No it’s not. Fuck you. And you can’t call me racist either because May Pang is Asian just as much as Yoko is, and I have a lot of respect for May. She did more for John’s mental health in a week than Yoko might have done in 10 years, and she was the superior choice for him. Unfortunately he was so hooked on drugs and on the harmful “therapies” she got him into that he became unable to be himself for a real long time. That’s manipulation at its finest.

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

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[tumblingxelian]

One of my more screwed up RWBY headcanons is that Adam figured out Blake and Yang were in love about a second or two before Blake did, and that Blake didn't realize she was in love with Yang until Adam said she was going to be the first of Blake's loved ones he was going to kill.

Honestly I can see it. I think Blake was either unaware or in denial up until that moment whatever the case.

[certified-cvnt]