#have you guys heard swine

[kittyit]

I thought of this poll this morning when I woke up too early and needed to sleep more and the chorus to lady Gaga's SWINE was absolutely blasting in my mind. It was so loud and forceful and I was like. Can we please do. (Twists the dial) Your song by Elton John? That's a bit more restful And it was like. Kinda. Not that much though

I am aphantasic but have really excellent audio memory and imagination, I can listen to whole songs easily, but without focus the music in my head is intermittent and I kind of think of it as turning a large dial on the universal radio of every song I know. Any song can come up. And I can reach out and suddenly twist the dial to try to switch to a new song but without focus (like when falling asleep) it defaults back to what was naturally playing

I also used to be very disturbed by the music playing when I was trying to sleep and desperately trying to make it stop bc I thought it was keeping me up but it was actually that entire process that was keeping me up. So it's helped my sleeping a ton to just accept it and it's gotten way better with working on and improving my obsessive thinking

[doomsdaydicecascader]

What would you say was the thing that really shifted your opinion on postcanon stuff? I remember reading your long form posts about it and finding them pretty eloquent and interesting given the information I had (and I admit they did nudge me to me to end up not reading the epilogues along with the sheer length and my own squeamishness, though of course you also gave them their due when you felt it was fair)

if i'm being real, it's primarily interaction with other homestuck fans - my social media spaces tend to be pretty heavily curated, i basically only follow people i trust to be intelligent, since like. there is a level of comfort and complacency with social media? i don't like following new people, i don't like unfollowing old people. so i just dont branch out that much.

but i joined the mspfa discord in........ may of last year? while i really enjoy playing the role of like, i compared myself to solaire of astora once. guy who is there to help. i enjoy doing that, there is fun in that. i have spent many hours over the past months explaining homestuck plot points in ways that basically only i would and it is largely, pearls before swine, because the fact is that people dont want to understand post-canon, they don't want to like, pick at it critically, to understand why the decisions were made, they want to hate post-canon. and this is a very critical difference between me not liking post-canon and the majority of people hating post-canon.

and there is something to be said about experiencing homestuck as it is perceived by other people, to really solidify what i liked about homestuck post-canon, because there was stuff i liked to begin with. and seeing people who hate it without good reason frustrate me! genuinely, if you had to see the same "i heard jade has a dog penis" discussions every 2 weeks from some sprout who showed up only to be mad, you would start to defend it too.

like, i actually delayed that second blog post at the time because hatred for the team was flaring up again, for whatever reason, i don't even remember. but i remember putting it off because i didn't want to contribute to people who were blindly angry about homestuck^2

there are reasons to not like post-canon, lord knows there are plenty. i actually stand by basically everything i said about it not actually working and the times where it goes too far. in the second blog post, not the first one. but like, there is a total and all-encompassing difference in what the conversation is, "yeah, the meat and candy thing doesnt really work and dirks graphic suicide is ill-considered at best" doesnt matter at all when the level people are operating on is "say a plot point as a joke, make people mad, have fun circlejerking over how bad it is"

part of it is also that in the process of writing my own comic, it kind of comes with the territory to be less precious about the characters. like, team slime, my home discord server, watches movies every saturday. for a while, our theme was musicals, and eventually, we watched hamilton. and i realized that lin manuel miranda writes alexander hamilton in the exact way i am always afraid i am writing jane and vriska, like. just. truly relentlessly protective of them. and so being less precious about these characters means recognizing the flaws therein, not being afraid to write them just being kind of disasters. i still am pretty precious about them, but its a work in progress. you gotta get your hands dirty with them, and that puts it in context of respecting when others do the same

like, there are still a lot of really glaring flaws in post-canon, dont get me wrong, but theyre not insurmountable, and it helps to have spaces like burning down the house for me to express directly like. what i wanted out of homestuck. post-canon is not what i want it to be, but when has homestuck ever given anyone what they wanted without any complications whatsoever

and i think it is genuinely capable of being extremely good - this recent update (yiffy overlooking the rosemary drama) is extremely choice! i genuinely love how everyone involved is characterized, the panels are flashy, it puts to bed really stupid shit, like. its unbelievably fucking good how the problem kanaya has isnt "rose had another kid with jade in secret, our marriage is in shambles" but "jane knows about this kid", like. the absence of infidelity conflict is refreshing and says so much about everyone involved. and i have been thinking nonstop about how rose and jades daughters takes after caliborn of all characters. like. "you hope they eat each other alive" with the perspective of like, a caliborn grin is such an INSANE direction to take yiffy! holy shit! its awesome!!!!!!!!

[pleasantickles]

It's quite the sight.

You walk in to Pigsy's Noodles. It's not a place you frequent, but a couple of your friends recommended it. Not surprising, considering your love of noodles.

The place doesn't seem too busy. In fact, it looks like no one's even in there. But, the sign is glowing, so it has to be open. You step inside and—

You get an earful of laughter. It catches your interest, making you look over to the counter.

Behind it, you see the store owner, Pigsy. At least, you're sure it is, considering he's a pig demon. Though, he looks a bit different than how others describe him. A large, muscular pig with tusks sprouting from the bottom of his mouth. His eyes are a gentle blue.

He isn't where the cackling is coming from. It's the guy on his shoulder.

You recognize Monkie Kid, or MK, flopped over Pigsy's limb. He's being held up by Pigsy's hand on his stomach, which is tickling him. You hear a scolding tone in the swine's voice, much like one of a parent.

You inch a little further in and Pigsy takes notice of you. Immediately, MK is dropped on the floor. He shrinks down to the size you heard everyone speak of.

An apology falls from your mouth, feeling like you walked in on something private.

"No no no!" Pigsy says, flushed and bothered. "I should not have been doing that during work hours. Highly unprofessional."

MK, still giggling, stands up. "Don't worry about it! Did you want to order something?"

As you're eating, the scolding continues from the kitchen. The two voices are low. But, you catch words here and there. Something about "overworking" and "changing MK's training schedule." Then you realize that it's rude to eavesdrop, and start scrolling through your phone until your meal is done.

You wave goodbye to the duo, feeling warm in your stomach. You promise to swing by again when you can and leave a good review for Pigsy.

The look on both their faces causes your heart to grow warm too.

[helpimhorny2]

Looks can be decieving

Contains: Fem!Dom!Reader, nicknames (sweetheart, mommy, good boy, baby boy etc.), edging/orgasm denial, masturbation, cum swallowing, tying up, very little of oral m!recieving, swearing, mentions of Punz, Sapnap smut

NSFW BELOW, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Sapnap's demeanor doesn't at all match what he actually is into. You always thought of him as super dominant, spanking, choking kind of guy. And to an extent he was into spanking and choking, but not in a way you would think.

You were driving in his car after you went to the gym together like you always did (he was your gym buddy for the longest time), this time you had plans to have a movie night at his place, because he found out you've never seen The Lord of The Rings and after calling you uncultured swine he decided he will make sure you will fill your pop-culture knowledge gap. He was driving while listening to some song you didn't know and you were on your phone. You just posted a gym pic on your story with your new dead lift personal record. After a few minutes of it being up Punz replied with "Muscle Mommy 🥵" which made you giggle out loud.

"What's up?" Sapnap got curious at your giggles. You showed him the dms and laughed "Apparently I'm a muscle mommy, according to Punz." Sapnap blushed a little bit, it easily could have been your imagination before shyly replying "I mean he is not wrong...". You laughed it off and kept scrolling on Instagram.

After you got to his house he seemed unusually nervous. "Is something wrong Sap?". You were actually worried, because he was normally very laid back so if he was nervous, something could have upset him. "Uh...I'm just tired from the gym, nothing more." You smiled "You want me to give you a massage? I've been told I have magic hands." you offered. He blushed a bit again "A-are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything..." his voice trailed off. You giggled and pointed to his bed "Lay down and take off your shirt, you could never make me uncomfortable Sap" He smiled and did as you told him and you gently sat on the small of his back making sure not to crush him. "You good like this?" he mumbled in agreement and you gently placed your warmed up hands on his shoulders. As you pressed down on his stiff muscles he whined a bit in pain and relief. The sound was nothing like you ever heard from him and it made you smile.

Massaging his muscles down his back caused more sweet sounds to escape his lips and you decided to test your luck by leaning over to him and whispering "good boy, you're doing amazing." This caused more agressive reaction. He basically moaned and mumbled something you didn't catch. You gently rubbed his neck and smiled "What was that? I couldn't hear you." to which he shyly whispered "Punz was right...you are a...muscle mommy." You giggled again and whispered "don't tell me you, the flirtiest person I know, likes calling me mommy." You laid next to him and looked into his face which was red as a tomato. "I..uh.." he stumbled on his words.

You decided it's now or never, you gently turned him on his back and sat on his lap making him blush even more. Leaning in you whispered into his ear "Do you like calling me mommy? You wanna be a good boy for mommy?". That immedietly made his body react, you felt his already hard dick twitch in his workout shorts which felt very nice. "Oh excited are we?". He slowly nodded, clearly unsure if this is really happening.

Truth be told he always found you attractive. He spent countless nights stroking himself to the thought of you using him and making him beg for anything. Nights of moans muffled by the pillow, sweating and panting as he tried so hard to not cum immediately from the smallest touches. Moans consisting of some mix of your name, mommy, begging to be allowed to finish, pleading to the image of you in his head that he just can't take it, that he is so close and needs to cum so bad. And now you were on top of him, asking him questions that made his dick incredibly hard.

He slowly nodded "I...yes...I'd love to be a good boy for you...mommy." You smiled at that "Okay, ground rules baby boy, are you sure you wanna do this?" He nodded "And are you familiar with the color system?" He nodded once again. You patted his head "in that case, only rule is you aren't allowed to cum until I say so." He blushed again "and...if..if I can't hold it anymore?" You smirked at him and gently bit his earlobe "then I will milk you dry of everything you're worth."

His breath hitched in his throat before he gulped. He normally had high stamina, usually lasting through couple of rounds of his parter's orgasms, but being submissive was his weakness. He was usually the dominant one, because most of his partners were submissive (which he liked to some extent), but being ordered around like this, even without you even touching him, he felt like at any moment he was gonna cum in his pants. But he had to be a good boy for you and his determination was admirable.

You sat him up in the bed and took out the belt of his non-workout pants from his gym bag. At first he thought you will spank him, but you tied his hands behind his back smiling. You could clearly see the outline of his rock hard dick (and boy was it big) as well as the wet patch of precum on his shorts. With a gentle touch you made him whimper. "So precious for me, baby boy" He smiled, clearly proud of being called precious, but that smile quickly dropped as you took out a vibrator out of your bag. "Remember what I said, no cumming until I say so, but feel free to beg, maybe I will be merciful." with that you stripped to your underwear and slowly started rubbing your body enjoy the awe in Sapnap's eyes. "You like seeing mommy touch herself for you, baby boy?" he nodded furiously and you could see his dick straining against the fabric. You licked your lips and fingers and slowly slid your hand down your panties while moaning softly.

It was so difficult for Sapnap to not grind against the air, but he knew id he moved too much he would cum right there and then. He was so sensitive because of you, watching you touch yourself made him so incredibly horny. "Mommy..." he moaned clearly desperate.

"What is it, sweetheart?" "Can...can you touch me? I'm so horny, it hurts so bad." You shook your head "You have to be patient. Mommy wants to play with you a little!" with that you went back to pleasuring yourself. When he calmed down a little you decided to up the stakes and took off your underwear. You were really wet from hearing him being so desperate for you and that made him even more horny, if that was even possible. His dick leaked more precum and he softly whimpered resisting against his belt. "Nuh-uh, no escaping, I love watching you be a desperate mess for mommy." He cried out a little, clearly dying for any sort of touch. You smiled and turned on the vibrator. "A..Are you gonna pleasure yourself?" after a nod he sounded panicked "I...I don't know if I can take that...I'm already so fucking hard...." Instead of a response you started slowly playing with yourself making sure to start slow, you wanted to see him suffer, see him begging and crying that he can't take it anymore, the idea of it made you so wet.

As soon as you started ramping up the speed a bit and moaning he started begging. "Mommy...please...for the love of God just touch me, I can't take just looking at you, it's torture...I'm so fucking horny right now." You gently asked "color?" he whispered, sounding ashamed "green...so fucking green" "Good boy, Sap" you replied making his dick twitch even more and him moan. "Fuck..."

You also usually had a good stamina, but seeing him like this made you way more sensitive than just watching porn. It didn't take long for you to feel the knot in your stomach, which made your moans louder and more harsh. Sapnap was clearly struggling a lot. His muscles were tightening, his dick was pressing hard against his shorts leaking precum. His eyes were glued on your hands and his mouth open with desperate moans. "God, you're gonna make me go insane, I've dreamt about this for so long and now it's right in front of me and I can't even touch you or myself..." You giggled, enjoying his begging and kept on playing with yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. "Please...please I will do anything, just touch me...I feel like I'm gonna explode any second..." You felt like that too, but for different reasons. Your moans got louder and louder and when Sapnap realised what was happening he cried out "please, I don't know if I can hold it when you cum...it's too much please let me cum..". You weren't planning on stopping of course.

The orgasm hit you hard, arching your back, tightening all of your muscles and making you basically scream Sapnap's name in pleasure. He, on the other hand wasn't having a good time. He was clearly so focused on not cumming, breathing heavily, his dick twitching constantly, leaking even more precum. "God I'm so fucking close already, one touch and I'll explode...please...just let me finish, I can't take it anymore, it's so much, I'm so full for you." You looked at him as you were coming down from your high and smiled. "Don't worry, I will touch you...but still, no cumming pretty boy." He looked like he was about to cry "I'm so fucking close, I can't hold it if you touch me." You smirked and very gently took off his shorts making sure to not touch his aching dick. When the cold air touched him he cried out "fuck...I'm right on the fuckinf edge, please just touch me, I'm begging you, I just wanna let go for you..." After waiting for him to calm down a little you smiled "I wanna push you to your absolute limit, sweetheart, is that okay for you?"

He nodded, completely out of breath.

You observed his rock hard dick, wet with precum spilling out and gently touched the tip with your finger. "No fuck, I'm so sensitive there, please I feel like I'm gonna cum any second, the orgasm is so close...I can feel the cum in my dick...please...I just wanna cum..." You suddenly got an idea and smirked at him "alright, let's make a deal...if you can cum without me touching you in the next...10 seconds you're allowed to cum, otherwise I will continue to torture you."

His face dropped as he nodded slowly. You took off your hands and watching him desperately hump the air as he moaned "Oh god mommy, please make me cum I'm begging you...let your good boy cum."

You smiled and whispered "okay baby, you earned it...where do you wanna finish?" His eyes widened with surprise "re..really? can...can I finish in your mouth mommy?" You nodded and gently wrapped your lips around his dick making him insantly lose control. "Oh god I'm cumming so hard mommy, fuck!" It was mind numbing, reality shattering, back arching, screaming orgasm for him and he thought he saw God for a second as his warm cum spilled into your mouth. He came a lot, but luckily you expected that. You skillfully swallowed it all and smiled at him. "Did you enjoy that, Sap?" He was still out of breath, but nodded before coming back go his normal self. "If you tell Punz about this I am actually gonna eat your hair" You giggled "Don't worry, I doubt he wants to know how much of a whiny bitch you are in bed, Lord Of The Rings now?" He playfully hit your shoulder "Sure!"

[emo-gremlin]

Hey, you're cool! *hands you more MFN as memes/vines*

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Lenard: what's cooler than being cool?

Gordon: financial stability

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Lilianna: an octopus is just a wet spider

Ricky: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

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Lenard: SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA-

George: end on December 21, 2012. I bought all this fucking pasta as a way to celebrate the end of the world and now I'm $10,000 in debt, my taxi got towed and I have wet pasta everywhere in my house

Lenard: ...I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

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Ricky: swear words are illegal now, say one and you'll be fined

Handy: heck

Ricky: you're on thin fucking ice

Ricky: oh no

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Lenard: what if mayonnaise came in cans?

Lilianna: that would suck because you can't microwave metal...

Noir: *walking by drinking coffee* good morning to everyone except you people

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Noir: anyone wanna get into an argument with me?

Ricky: ok cream cheese isn't that good

Noir: I was kidding but you know what fuck you for real

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Unfriendly Lenard: I hate being high, why I hear footsteps?

Craig: are you walking?

Unfriendly Lenard: oh shit

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Junebug: vanilla soy latte is just 3 bean soup

Gordon: why must you do this at 5am

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George: a haiku for the bus drive who deliberately cut me off

George: *clears throat*

George: I swear to God bruh, let me catch you in the streets, bruh I swear to God

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Unfriendly Lilianna: I find the fact I will never experience a sword fight in my entire life terribly tragic

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Lenard: sorry, liberals, there's only 0 genders

Junebug: there's one gender ad we have to share

Craig: Gordon said its my turn on the gender

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Norman: I wanna jump off a building and not die. Just relieve stress by slamming into the sidewalk and then get up and go get a slurpee or something

Ricky: Norman are you ok

Norman: no ❤️

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Norman: *screams into jar* everything is fine :)

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Gordon: I saw your last report card

Noir: *not even looking up from his phone* congrats you can see

Gordon: oh so you wanna be smart?

Noir: that's why I go to school

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Gordon: hey Junebug how are you today?

Junebug: I swallowed a golf ball!

Gordon: uh- are you ok?

Junebug: I can't poop! :D

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Ricky: hey Lillianna

Lillianna: can you get in the oven and clean it?

Ricky: bye Lillianna

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Junebug: if it weren't illegal I would eat cereal for every meal of the day

Gordon: I have some wonderful news for you

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Gordon: Noir asked everyone at dinner what color Norman's new shirt was. After we all said grey, he turned to him and said, "Now tell them what color you think it is." And Norman just quietly replied, "Dark white."

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Lilianna: Lasagna is just spaghetti flavored cake

Fritz: I will pay you money to never speak again

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George: fellas is it gay to fall in love with another man and spend your life with him

Gordon: that is the literal definition of gay

George: :0

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Gordon: *texting the puppets* At airport! Bye guys! Love ya to the moon and back, you're the best! Bust a nut!

Noir: I'm not sure Gordon knows what that means

Tax: I Physically cannot breathe

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Lilianna: God released me into the wild and now he's hunting me for sport

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Fritz: where can I order a pretty face

George: from your mirror

Tax: WHEN DID EVERYONE IN THIS HELL STUDIO BECOME SMOOTH AF

Lenard: 2023: the year the Neighborhood learned how to flirt

Norman: oh my

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Noir: 1 universe, 9 planets, 7 seas, 7 continents, 809 islands, 204 countries, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you

Tax: THERE ARE 8 PLANETS YOU UNCULTURED SWINE

Noir: VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU

Gordon: I'm pretty sure 'viva la Pluto fuck you' is the best sentence I've ever heard

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Craig, Fritz and UF Fritz belong to: @gayfraggle

[love-on-mars]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a angst fic abt mick (80s,90s era) literally could be about anything i just never see anyone base a angst fic around him and its always based around the reader so i was wondering if you could write one around mick! Sorry if this request kinda sounds weird ☠️

Hiiii! I’m so sorry if this one is kinda short, it’s also more of hurt/comfort so I hope that’s ok. I set this in the 90s when Mick was having it rough in the band, therefore; angst! Enjoy!

Warings: swearing: talk of chronic illness, sad Mick, angst

Worthless (Mick Mars x Reader)

You heard to front door swing open followed with a grunt and a sigh. Immediately you went over to see your husband of 10 years treading in, looking just as defeated as he has the last few weeks.

Neither of you had to say anything, it was almost funny how intuitive you bother were to each other. It was like you could read each other’s mind, knowing if something was wrong. You looked up at him as you helped him take his coat off, he looked at you with sad, tired eyes. He looked like a kicked puppy.

You pulled him further into your shared home and brougham him upstairs, hearing some soft grunts as he walked up. It broke your heart to hear him in pain, and you knew the AS was getting worse than ever. The worst thing about it is there’s nothing either of you can do to help him.

You offered him some food but he shook his head, opting to take a shower. You offered to help but he said no, he’s always insisted he can care for himself. You know this of course, but offer anyways like how he helps you.

As he came out he got dressed and lays down, a disgruntled sigh escaping his lips. He looked over at you, knowing you wouldn’t sleep until he told you about his once again terrible day in the studio.

“What did they say this time?” You softly asked him, wanting to be as gentle as possible. Recording Generation Swine was hell for him, the producer Scott Humphrey was a real piece of work. Never satisfied with what Mick had to offer, and turning the guys against him. He even said Tommy was a better guitarist than him, Mick had never been so crestfallen during his time in the band.

“What do you think?” He spat, “all I heard today was no, no, no and no. Nothing I contribute to this damn album is good enough for those assholes! Nikki seems to think I can’t play anymore, and said that I’ve always been terrible! They want to use John Corabi on guitar, but what about me?! Don’t I matter?! I’m the guitarist! If this is how they’re gonna be then I might as well just quit!”

You stared at Mick sadly as he ranted, unsure of how to help him. Mick has never been a particularly emotional man, the only time you’ve ever seen him cry was when he shed a tear at your wedding. As he vented you that tears had begun to form in his eyes, and as he finished he sobbed. He didn’t want to quit, he worked too hard to accumulate his fame and fortune. If he quit he would fade into obscurity based on the direction music was taking.

“My damn back doesn’t help. It’s so hard to turn, just putting my guitar strap on is hell. The guys don’t give a shit. They never have.” He sighs. He pauses before looking back at you, “why the hell are you even with me? Im worthless! What do you want from me? Money? Fame? I can’t imagine what else I have to offer you at this point…”

You straddled him and took his face into your hands, wiping away the tears he had shed in his sorrow. “Mick. I could never and will never use you like that, You know that. I married you because I love YOU, Everything that comes with you is just a bonus. You always make me feel happy and loved, no matter what. You’ve proven to be loyal and committed, no matter how tempted you were on tour. You’ve always treated me like the most precious thing on earth, and you listen to me. You aren’t worthless Mick, not to me.”

As he looked up at you more tears fell from his eyes, despite feeling relief about your relationship he couldn’t shake the feelings of inadequacy in terms of the band. The damage the producer and his bandmates were causing was too much. All he wanted was to feel he was still capable as a musician and a member of Motley Crue.

“I feel and look so old though…so worn…” he sighs, placing his hands on yours as he leans into your touch. “I don’t know what to do. All I know is I can’t take this anymore.”

“I know you hate confrontation, but if they are pushing you to tears then you need to say something. If you don’t go down there and speak up I will. I refuse to let them keep abusing you like this, you’re hurting enough as it is.” You say as you kiss away the remaining tears on his face. He chuckles at your bravery, but shakes his head.

“No need for that, Love. I’ll figure this out, somehow.” He gives you a small smile, he’s been through worse. He’ll get through it.

You nod and turn out the lights before laying down next to him and getting under the covers. You lay your arm across Micks torso to hold him close, he wraps an arm around you pull you into him. “Thank you baby. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mick. Everything will be ok.”

[thethiefandtheairbender]

Excuse me for being an uncultured, uneducated swine, but I've never heard of "Spider Riders" before.

Would you mind giving me a basic rundown of the premise? I might go check it out

it is a fucking canadian-japanese 2006 anime that ran for two seasons that i have never seen anyone else watched but i loved it as a kid, remembered like 3 things (so i didn't have like, actual nostalgia, just distant memory of it), rewatched it as an adult last year and it wound up, i'm not kidding, in my top 5 tv shows with stuff like ATLA, the dragon prince, infinity train, and transformers: prime (in that order)

ok so the first two episodes (basically just the pilot) are Not Good and premise wise it's not anything that special, i.e. Boy gets isekai'd to a world where humans (??) and giant spiders exist and some form pair bonds, and fight evil Invectids (big insect people). Main bad guy has his council of four who are the main roster of villains, there are power ups, etc. It's like very basic

However

Series has a surprising amount of inversion (aka I totally thought main kid was gonna have a Rival in the main group bc that's the red-blue trope, isn't it? But nah they're all just big brothers to him and it's honestly pretty wholesome)

The world, lore, and history is so good?? For no reason??

Diverse array of villains in terms of arcs and personalities. Villains who are being manipulated; villains who genuinely love their people; villains who are honour bound even to their detriment. Villains who have realistic redemption(s)

Series has super interesting explorations of its concept of God (the Oracle) and what a relationship between mortals and god should look like that legitimately changed my own viewpoint on it?? Fucking wild

More than one female character with prominent screentime!! Pretty cool I think

There's a siege on a floating city at one point and that shit was baller

Some of the spiders have a backstory and it's fun and vaguely depressing

Stags. I just love Stags. Also Igneous is gay as hell and it's barely subtext

Really strong thematically and consistently? I remembered the end of the show going in and I was about 17/52-ish eps in when I was like "oh my god they're gonna thematically stick the landing" which is just lovely

Series is also obsessed with "Okay say we win the war? What then? How can we end the war without fully understanding why our enemies were driven to start it in terms of addressing the needs that make people inclined towards war in the first place" and then again stuck the landing, like that shit ate

Anyway I love it and it's so good for No Reason. Truly a 10/10 show

[trivialbob]

Sheila and I tried a new (to us) food truck and brewery this afternoon. We crossed the Mississippi and explored St. Paul.

The face of a teen with severe acne is smoother than any street in that city . Yeah, it’s been a tough winter for roads, but these roads are terrible by any standard, except Minneapolis or perhaps Havana.

The food truck offered three versions of smash burgers: Angry, Pig’s Eye (a reference to St. Paul, not swine), and Other. Fries are available too.

Sheila had the Other, I ordered the Angry, which was pleasantly spicy. The fries were excellent. The burgers were tasty, though a toasted bun would have been icing on the cake.

Only one problem though: The guys in the truck seemed to work one order at a time. With such a limited menu there should have been a dozen patties on the grill at any time, served within minutes of each request. After I ordered (number 55) I heard them call out number 50. That’s when a guy with number 49 stepped up and asked about his food. Good grief. I retreated inside the brewery to play cards with my wife and keep warm rather than standing in the parking lot with snow falling on me.

Everyone waiting was in a good mood. When I came back outside to check (again!) another customer asked me what number I had. When I told him he said, “Oh, OK. They just called 52 so I wanted to let you know in case that was you.” Brothers in arms.

The brewery was fun, nonetheless. One side of the room was stocked with old couches. Sheila and I had a table so we could play cards. I liked my beer, Sheila’s was just OK. The four carts of games was a nice touch. Sheila had a strong urge to go put all of them in order. I’d go back again.

On our way home we stopped at our local brewery to play more cards and, of course, have a beer.

We didn’t have any of our dogs. But I got to meet Bob, a St. Bernard. It was snowing, so I took it as a sign that Bob was there to rescue me from it.

His people had, just today, driven up from Oklahoma with him. Bob was a rescue from that state. He literally had never been inside a building or house until today. They  told us they had to put a trail of treats to get him to come in their house. Bob did really well at the brewery and was just fine taking a picture with me.

[localsky-enthusiast]

The chain as random things my classmates+friend group said

∆

Warriors: "Hey girl, I sure hope someone here knows cpr cause you" (heavy breathing)... "you really take my breath away..."

(Twilight sitting on the floor for some reason): "I've heard many things throughout my years, but that.. that was.."

/////

Legend: "Does anyone wanna play some clash royale with me-"

Warriors: "how bout you learn how to play some bitches instead, Legend."

Legend:

Warriors:

(Hyrule slowly pulling out his phone): ".. I'll play with you legend.."

////

Hyrule: "what does being in love feel like?"

(Time getting ready to sit down with him and have a whole talk): "well-"

(Wild appearing from the bushes): "Hey Hyrule.. willing to do something strange for a piece of change?" (eyebrow wiggle)

(Hyrule, completely serious): "If your asking me to breakdance in the middle of the street again it's a no."

Time: "what the fuck"

////

Four: "did you guys know that snakes can fly"

The whole chain:

Sky: "What."

Four: "yep, there's this one species that basically glides through the air, it moves as if it would while ok the ground and goes SUPER fast-"

sky: "WHAT."

////

Legend: "only losers are lactose intolerant, like just don't be lactose intolerant"

Sky: "but I'm lactose intolerant"

Legend: "Okay? Did you not hear what I just said"

////

(Warriors waving a corn dog in Times face): "Eat your corn dog Time, yum-yum.."

Time:

Warriors: "..yum yum.." (continues to wave corn dog)

Time: *slaps corn dog off stick*

Warriors:

Warriors: "Ungrateful swine"

Wild: *proceeds to walk over to corn dog, picks it up, and eats it*

Time: "Fuckin kids"

////

Sky (trying to bite into a cookie): "This cookie Hyrule baked is kinda.. hard."

Legend (dead serious): "You know what else is hard??"

Sky: ??

The chain:

Legend:

Legend: "My fucking life."

[bubblepopsims]

J: "oh shut it old dust fart."

There was a brief moment were both parties just death stared at one another. During this time Katrina finally came and brought the documents including a fresh cup of tea for each member. Trying to leave the high-tension room as quick as possible.

Juju gave the elderly woman known as Katrina a small smile and helped her pick up a fallen cloth. only to Hear Savrina's mouth once again going. S: "get away from her with your filthy disgusting hands. i don't want you tainting anything more than you already have!"

Juju tilted her head to the side as if to make sure she actually just heard what Savrina was saying but it didn't stop there. S: "It's people like you that defiled my sweet little girl! First that disgusting thing that I found in bed with my little girl! Having her think she likes women now and is dressing like a man! It's disgusting, you guys are disgusting. If i knew you were going to turn out like that i would have gotten rid of you long ago!"

J: “What did you just say?” juju couldn’t believe the words that spilled from the poisonous couple in front of her. Saying such things about their own child.. her love.. fists were beginning to form and before she knew it her feet moved step by step closer only to be stopped by Izzi.

I: “Ju.. Baby..no. It’s okay.. it doesn’t get to me anymore..”

Juju turned her head locking her eyes on pleading grey ones. Izzi was lightly shaking their head for her not to.

J: “baby im sorry but no. fuck no. are you serious? You really expect me to stand here and listen to them disprect you, the person I fucking LOVE so fucking much, be belittled, gaslit and beraded infront of me. Fuck no. absolutely fucking not. I love you, and you can be mad at me for this all you want, I will make it up to you for the rest of our fucking lives, but I can not stand here and listen to these swines, these disgusting, venomous, degrading, manipulative pieces of absolute everything I hate.”

Juju pushed Izzi’s arm out the way and approached Savrina, she was careful with her step yet confident. Standing a few feet in front of her.

J:“ You must feel really good about yourself don’t you Mrs. Ivanov, you “perfect” coldhearted venomous snake. who I have come to learn a lot, and I mean A LOT about. You see baby your mother is nothing but a good-for-nothing gold-digging bitch. -juju laughed-

J:"juju dared and rested her hand on the woman’s shoulder-But why am I even surprised. I mean you guys literally snitch on people to get to the top. Do you know what happens to snitches? They get fucking stitches and I am the one that is the cause of those stitches. I used to break faces of people like you, destroyed them and made them wish they were dead instead… so listen up buttercup”

J: You sat up here belittling everything that Izzi has built for themselves. Yes THEMSELVES. So You will address them correctly because quite frankly they are above you.” Juju spat with a devious laugh that followed. “You are nothing… nothing”

J: “Izzi didn’t have to play tricks, didn’t have to lie, steal or FUCK anyone to get to the top -her eyes staring directly through to Savrina- yeah let's talk about it shall we? How many did you Fuck Savrina to get you to where you are mmm… maybe 3… 5…. How about your whole fucking office build Lawson. Yeahhh your wife has been cheating on you continuously.. taking bits by bits of your money and stashing it in various accounts by people you work for… mmm”

Lawson's eyes shoot over at Savrina who for the first time showed any emotion in her face. And she was pissed.. Izzi only saw this face once and it was when they were caught with Ruby… and even now it sent shivers down their spine. Juju on the other hand seemed unphased even dared to get right up in Savrina’s face.

J:“you want to tell him your grand plan or should i?”

Savrina’s eyes widened as if there was no way juju would know of this. But by the expression on her face, that malicious and confident grin.

J: “You are going to die of a sudden heart attack Lawon. Just like… your grandfather.” Juju looks over her shoulder at Izzi whose mouth fell open.

L: “what?”

J: “Yes. She killed him, or more so had him killed off... You see your mother is an evil woman.. doesn’t care about anyone but herself.. and she craves power and money..”

S: “I had enough of you!” Savrina took her attempt to get her hands on juju, but something that had been forgotten in juju was that she was a fighter, a survivor, and not someone who was about to get beat on by a woman who quite literally she felt sorry for.

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[an0nfr0mth3d3n]

Wait hold on I don't watch BBH but you're telling me literally every negative thing I've seen said about him on Twitter for months has just been straight up misinformation except for him being friends with someone who said weird shit?

Xenophobia: "You uncultured swine" - popular american culture phrase I've heard him use before when talking to friends and I myself used a few years ago when it was most prominent. Said at an inoppurtune time and was apologized for.

Homophobic: Was the first person who Antfrost came out to, friends with so many gay people, respects all pronouns (ever heard of the good ole bbh they/them beam? He often uses it when he doesn't know someone's gender, most recently used for Chun-sik because Bad didn't know Chun is a boy) is fine with being called they.

Transphobic: haven't seen anyone call him this at all but in case they have there is no evidence for this. I dare you.

Racist: Back when he played "It Takes Two" with Skeppy he made a comment about a character with a thick Mexican accent reminding him of Skeppy. Not even hours later he heavily apologized for his comment and said it wasn't an appropriate one at all. Not to bring up past conflicts but I think his recognition of what is defined as a weird comment and willingness to change and adjust behaviour is pretty swag.

Racist Chat: The one guy who had monkey emojis Rurus uncovered that that guy just liked using the monkey emoji to portray their own emotions, and did not use it when referring to other cc's at all. As of now the mods are still waiting for evidence of these phantom chatters and are accepting clips and screenshots to find and ban these people if they even exist.

Hates Women: Never heard this either. This guy has an extremely positive relationship with literally every active female cc on the server. Green flag if you ask me.

Wanna throw some more at me? I've been watching this guy for half a decade, am I missing anything?

[allnighter8]

i bring you today another player character starring in the pathfinder 2e campaign im gonna dm soon: Ioma, the holy spider of Iomedae!

so why is it a spider? because the guy who will be controlling her watched that one isekai anime years ago (kumo desu ga, nani ka?) and hasnt shut up about it ever since. roleplaying a literal spider was his dream, so i caved in. then again, he worked really hard to come up with a way to make me accept the concept and i wanted to reward that. he wants his personality to be like power from chainsaw man, so this was really fun to write!! rly different mood from my other player (faraam)

BEHOLD HER MANY MIRACLES

You are awoken by pleasant sunlight coming through the window and into your chambers, the biggest in the entire Iomedaean monastery, where you have all the room you could ever ask for to stretch all eight of your magnificent legs. It has been a smooth ride ever since you saved the monks from an infestation of assorted vermin which were threatening to overrun their holy site, and boy, did those monks know how to reward you handsomely! Minutes after you awake, a novice shows up with a tray of different delicacies for you alone. Iomedae blesses you one more day! You eat them greedily, making sure to leave no scrap on the silverware, it will be a while until you can enjoy these pleasures again. Today your holy quest begins: you part in search for a capable doctor to save Andor, the abbot of the monastery, your loyal friend, and, why not, occasional teacher. Only when you feel like it, of course, everyone should be listening to you! The wisdom of The Inheritor guides your way and your deeds!

You have seen his health deteriorate slowly but steadily and, albeit lesser doctors are telling you his end is near and inevitable, you know better, as per usual. Iomedae works in mysterious ways, it’s not the fault of those poor doctors, they did their best, with their decades of study, practice and research. It’s endearing, really, how those not blessed by a higher power struggle fruitlessly to become enlightened. But alas, that’s why Iomedae herself sent you, to aid those in need, and thus, it is your responsibility to handle this. You imagine with great pleasure how Andor will one day get up from his bed, smiling at you with the candor and warmth you adore, and how he will proceed to praise you and scratch you in that lovely way that makes you fall over in bliss.

You peek one last time into his bedchambers to say goodbye with a little smooch as he sleeps. Well, it is similar to a kiss, as spiders don’t have lips, but you tried to mimic the action once and Andor laughed so hard he teared up. When he feels better you might give him another one, if the mood strikes.

And so, after a warm goodbye by the rest of the monks, you part ways, determined to complete your quest and, while you are at it, to do some sightseeing and allow others to sightsee you. Blessed be those who will gaze upon you! Such is the reason why first you get annoyed, then angry, then infuriated by the fact that most people throw rocks at you from a safe distance. Uncultured swine, ignorants, philistines! Have they not heard of the great Ioma?! Have they not been regaled by tales of your many miracles?! Do they not know the wisest of men pilgrimage to your beloved monastery to contemplate and spoil you?! You learn, begrudgingly, that only a minority recognize you, while most either run away or attempt to protect themselves as if you were some common beast. Or they scream. Or they cry. Especially children.

Fortunately, the route to Kenabres is short and straight, so you don’t need to put up with this disgrace for long. What is even better is that the last inn on the way is run by a family who recognizes you almost instantly, offering you the best of the place for free, as it should be. Maybe, once Andor is healed, you go on another adventure so that your holy exploits become greater, and thus, reach those unfortunate souls still ignorant of you.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

anyway, I was thinking about how you guys have never probably heard about the syndicated Australian kids tv cult classic-

"around the twist"

which no actual joke has

Mpreg

pisssssssss

werewolves

a fish that went up the main characters dick and made it like a propeller (no this is an actual episode)

skeletons

oh no ghosts

gender swap? gender swap.

horny pirates

you know that saying with swine and pearls?

nudity

body roulette???? in this economy???

v0re i think

and even more stuff that's usually relegated to fanfic

it's a fucking crazy show, that's fully for kids btw. it's amazing, genuinely just so out of this world crazy. it's so crazy, it would be banned x8 over in the USA or Canada or England.

it's purely vile and absurd, which sums up like half of Aussie tv lol.

you should check it out it's genuinely the craziest show you will ever see.

[natromanxoff]

Brian May live at the Fat Tuesdays in New York, NY, USA (with Les Paul) - March 25, 1991

The gig was played at Fat Tuesdays, a small nightclub that Les Paul played once a week for many years. On this night, they were filming part of a home video called Guitar, narrated by guitarist Jeff "Skunk" Baxter of Steely Dan fame. But the released video included only part of Early Morning Blues.

Fan Stories

“The gig was played at Fat Tuesdays, a small nightclub that Les Paul played once a week for many years. On this night, they were filming part of a home video called Guitar, narrated by guitarist Jeff "Skunk" Baxter of Steely Dan fame. Al Di Meolo also played that night and I believe Les Paul intros him at the end of Brian's set. It was a truly amazing night for me and the other people there. You can hear the excitement in the crowd, made up of an older, jazz crowd, including regulars that came each week to see Les Paul, and the Queen fans that had heard about it on the radio that afternoon and from friends. When we arrived at Fat Tuesdays, not knowing what to expect, there were only three other people there to see Brian. By the time he went on, though, another 50 or so people had shown up. Before the gig, I had the honor of meeting Brian, hanging by himself at the bar. I was even able to buy Brian a beer, as he had just finished the one he was drinking! Then the subject of live recordings came up (my friend blurted out, about me, 'he's got 100 live shows', to which I was a bit weary of having Brian hear. I mentioned to him that I thought he might not be too happy for fans to have unauthorized recordings, but he said no, as long as I enjoyed them, then it was fine. I even made sure to let him know that a decent portion were of excellent quality! We talked about Queen and other stuff. It was an incredible night and he was one of the nicest and most gracious people I've met. At the time, some of the Hollywood remasters had just been released. I know News Of The World was out (Brian even asked what I thought of the Rick Rubin 'remix' of WWRY... I said it was 'interesting'!)... well, I asked Brian if they had already started work on the remaster for Queen II and he said that it wasn't finished yet or they were working on it. So, I mentioned that if possible, they should include 'See What A Fool I've Been' as a bonus track, since The Game remaster had been released without 'A Human Body' (as I can remember!). He said something like 'you know, we hadn't thought of that' (what???)... and at one point, even took out a pen and paper and wrote down these ideas! Well, as we know, the Queen II remaster came out a few months later, with 'See What A Fool I've Been,' sure enough on it! Maybe it was already planned that way, but who knows! Brian also mentioned that the Queen I remaster would include an unreleased tune, which turned out to be 'Mad The Swine', but I couldn't understand what Brian was saying, so I thought he said 'Madness Wine'. After talking a bit with Brian, we realized we still weren't sure if we were even going to get into the gig, so we kindly asked him if there was somehow he might help us get in... he told us to follow him as he went into the club through the back entrance, down past the kitchen! Once inside the tiny club (where we dutifully paid our way), my friend Mike had a classic line, meant in jest (though I'm not exactly sure how Brian took it!)... he said to Brian: 'Not quite Wembley, huh Brian?'. I hope Brian took it as a joke! There was a guy after the gig that presented Brian with a homemade guitar... it didn't look like the Red Special, but supposedly sounded like it and on a subsequent in-radio 'live' performance from Brian's 'radio tour' for Innuendo, Brian wound up playing it! I can't remember which radio performance this was from, but I know he mentions it on the program. It truly was an amazing, magical night!” - Justin Leiter

(x)

[bishop-percival]

@monarchofmayhem

(prev) Hater heartily laughed at Bishop Percival’s impression. He was about to demand to hear more when he heard Peepers’ shrill voice from the other side of him and froze. “It’s soused gurnard you uneducated swine! You didn’t even use a single word in that sentence right!” Peepers snootily huffed before mocking Percy right back. “That hideous, gag-inducing, loathsome guy who smells like a cheap pickled fish will be nothing but nonsense once my toy gun spills his red zinfandel, a commonly pink bargain bin girly drink!” …Wow, Peepers could do that too!? Hater glanced between Percy and Peepers several times. Peepers’ impression was slightly off but that only made Hater realize how similar they sounded. How ironic! Hater couldn’t help but snort at both his impression and how funny it was that the two watchdogs constantly at each other’s throats had similar voices. Which, of course, attracted Peepers’ attention and if looks could kill he’d be dead on the spot. So he immediately threw his new “bud” under the bus. “I know right?” Hater said with a casual scoff. “I told him it was actually soosed ganard! And I totally knew it was gross fish food.” “Oh?” Peepers said as he tapped his foot like a feline stalking prey and raised half his eyelid. “And how, exactly did it come up?” “I- well-” Hater nervously glanced around before pointing an accusatory finger at Peepers. “It’s YOUR fault for always saying weird stuff!” Peepers’ eye briefly widened as he started to step back. After a moment he climbed up Hater’s cloak in a flash so he could grab a fistful of his hood and look him in the eyes as he yelled, “Weird? WEIRD!? You’re the one that calls yourself O.P! It’s overpowered you idiot! You don’t actually say each letter! And that’s not even half as bad as pronouncing laughing out loud like lull! Fucking lull!”

The commander’s Percival impression got one laugh out of the Glornist crowd; a single chortle from Reverend Mike that accidentally slipped out. Percival glared at him while Mike pretended not to notice he was being glared at. 

When Commander Peepers crawled up to grab Hater’s hood and started yelling at him, Percy leaned away and put his hands to the sides of his forehead. When he was done, he leaned back toward Hater to speak to him like a little shoulder devil. 

“Glorn’s grievances, how do you put up with this guy, Lord Hater? Insulting your intelligence, doubting your word? Don’t listen to him. Someone as important and busy as you doesn’t have time to pronounce phrases in full!"

[enkisstories]

Luther: "My Lord, a misplaced letter has been found! It's from your wife, announcing she and little Lady Elisabeth will join us in Fort Detroit next spring!"

Todd: "Did you hear that? Ralph? Kara? My wife and daughter are coming! That's the best news! You'll like them."

Ralph: "You want us to still come over when your lady is in the house? A trapper, an escaped slave turned soldier and a convicted highwayman... woman?"

Todd: "Of course! You guys are so much more cultivated than the friends I had in England, Laura will love you! A woman likes it when her man improves his habits just for her, you know!"

Luther: "There's another letter, from Belle Isle."

Todd: "From John Phillips? Then it's probably about funding the new ferry station. Read it to us, Sergeant!"

Luther: "The usual pleasentries... blahblahblah... ah, here it starts."

Luther (reading from John's letter): "It has come to my attention that two of the indentured laborers currently in my employ plan to sell minerals and crystals to the Simsonian Society to pay off the debts that led to their conviction in the first place. They expect paying back their creditors to be sufficient to let get off their seven years of servitude early, the moment the debt is no more, precisely.

I respectfully ask you not to let this come to pass, Lord Governor. These convicts cannot just cut short their sentence, undermining the court's verdict. There has to be adequate punishment for wrongdoing, both to teach the perpetrator better in the future and to discourage others from leaving the straight and narrow.

Again, I implore you not to let Reed and O'Malley get away with this!"

Luther: "More niceties and end. Many words to say little: Ot appears Phillips is afraid to lose two of his unpaid workers."

Ralph: "I've heard of Reed, he has a decent reputation. And Jacques once mentioned O'Malley in passing, also quite favorably."

Kara: "Yes, but consider: Paying off two debts that warrant a transportation sentence, that's no longer just a crystal here and there, that would require large scale excavating!"

Todd: "I mean, why not?"

Kara: "Huh?"

Todd: "Two convicts equal four hands to develop the colony, do we really care whether these men herd swine on Belle Isle or work as miners? If Phillips' enterprising spirit has rubbed off on Reed and O'Malley, we should cherish that. I will grant them a mining license!"

Luther: "This wouldn't in any way be connected to nobody wanting to work in mining, Sire?"

Todd: "The motherland wants iron and we have found two idiots who are willing to provide it. What's not to like about that?"