#just... disgraceful disgusting and despicable

[melanieph321]

Can you please write more of Robin Le Normand fluff,smut anything that man is not appreciated enough🥲

Of course, love ❤️

Robin Le Normand x Reader - Break Up Sex

+18

It's so nasty 🤭

When Reader and Robin go through an ugly break up, that can only end in one way.

Enjoy!

"How long have you felt this way?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for how long have you thought about breaking up?"

He had changed. Both you and Robin had changed during your years together. And when he finally got pick up to play with Real Sociedad's first team, that's when the two of you really grew apart.

"I cheated on you, Robin. Isn't that a good enough reason for us to break up?"

It wasn't your proudest moment, and in your defense, you were drunk and sad on your birthday. Your birthday, which Robin forgot. Hooking up with his teammate was the biggest mistake of your life. However, owning up to it was the right thing to do.

"You made a mistake, Y/N. There's no reason why we should...."

"But you don't want me, Robin!"

The room fell silent. Robin sat before you in a chair while you were on the bed, arms wrapped around your legs. He seemed to think carefully about what to say next, not wanting to lose control. But for once, why couldn't he just lose control?

"You don't want me, Robin. At least not like you wanted me before."

"I'm not sure. I know what you mean?"

"Sex Robin. We don't fuck anymore."

His eyes widened, a slight blush to his cheeks.

"And somedays go by without you kissing me. Do you know how that makes me feel not to be touched? It makes me feel disgusting and unwanted. You make me feel disgusting and unwanted, Robin. "

"So you cheated on me?" He stood. Robin stood but did not seem to know where exactly to go.

"Yes, I cheated on you. It was a mistake, but..."

"With who?" He stood back regarding you like the despicable human being that you were.

"What does it matter, Robin? What's done is done. "

"You told me that it was with one of my teammates. But with whom exactly?"

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter."

"It does to me. TELL ME WHO!"

You flinched, the motion rattling the mattress below you. "Robin." You rose to your feet approaching him slowly.

"Stay back." He shook his head. "Stay the fuck away from me!"

It was inevitable. Through the highs of falling in love to the lows of falling out of it, your relationship had at one point turned toxic. As toxic as it could be when there was no pleasure involved.

"I'll get my things." You said and made your way out of the room. However, Robin lunged towards you, grabbing your wrist, forcing you to face him.

"Robin." You gasped. The desperation, it was very uncharacteristic of him. Same thing for the tears in his eyes.

"Was he better than me?" His hand trembled holding onto your wrist.

"What?"

"Don't act stupid. Ander, was he better than me in bed? Is that what this is about?"

"Y...you knew?"

"That you fucked that idiot, of course. How could you expect a guy like to keep his mouth shut. He is a disgrace of a player and even more so of a man. But perhaps that's what turns you on these days."

It was a valid reaction to slap him. There was no doubt that Robin saw it coming as he squinted his eyes with the impact, the impact that left a mark on his right cheek. You went for a second round. However, Robin was quick and caught you in the motion, pinning your hands above your head, backing you up against the wall.

"I hate you." You hissed.

"No, you don't. You love me, which makes it even harder for you to let me go."

"Robin, let me go."

He shook his head. "I can't. I love you."

You fought him, and he fought to keep you pinned against the wall, arms above your head, his leg between your thighs.

"Robin." You whispered. "Let. Me. Go."

His lowered his head to the crook of your neck, his lips against the lobe of your ear. "No. I want to fuck you."

You sighed. Robin's knee edged closer between your legs, up your naked thighs.

"I want to fuck you. Hard and fast."

"Robin...please." You were begging him to let you go. To let you leave and move on. But at the same time, his voice, his touch...it's all you ever wanted.

His breath was hot against your skin and your face. When he pressed his lips against yours, it felt like the stars in the sky had plunged right through you, allowing you to feel the greatest force of nature, gravity, to edge you closer to him. To Robin and the way his hand had slid down your stomach and up your skirt.

"God, Robin."

"You like that don't you?"

"Yes."

You were in a dase. Robin's fingers traced along the lace of your panties, his knuckles knocking against your folds.

"You're wet." He pulled back, lips plump from kissing. "You're already wet for me."

You wanted to tell him to wipe that fucking grin off his face, however, all you could do was nod you head. With the heavy pulse between your legs all you wanted was for him to touch you, anywhere, anyhow.

"Can I use two fingers?"

"Stop asking for permission and fuck me already."

He chuckled, voice rough and seductive. Nevertheless, he did as you pleased, inserting two fingers where it ached the most.

"Fuck." You eyes squinted with the seamless sensation. You had to grab onto his shoulders not to lose your footing as his fingers edged deeper inside of you.

"Don't be shy, baby, tell me how much you need this."

"I need this." You cried.

"Louder, I can't hear you."

"I need this, Robin! Please...I need you."

It stopped. With abrut motion, all movement inside you stopped.

"You need me?" His gaze was narrow, staring you down as if he demanded your answer.

You nodded your head. "One last time. I need you, I need—"

He kissed you. He kissed you breathlessly, knocking your head back against the wall. His tongue moved eagerly inside of you as his fingers slipped out of you, leaving a missing feeling. However, not for too long as Robin moved you over to the edge of the bed, bending you over in a way that offered you to him.

He made you spread your legs and praised your compliance by taking himself out of his pants, rubbing his tip down your folds.

"Robin, please." The teasing, it was also uncharacteristic. It was vengeful, a punishment.

"One last time baby. You'll have me one last time."

It was break up sex for the books. A memory that might get you wet just thinking back to it. Robin was merciless, pushing himself inside of you like an animal in heat. He held you pinned by the hips so that every backshot felt just like that, a shot, sending shivers down your spine. He grunted with every thrust, cursing your name and the man he believed to have stolen your heart. However, it was impossible. No matter how high and how low your relationship got, the love you had for each other was real, perhaps the realeset it had ever been.

As the grunting stopped, Robin pulled himself out of you just before erupting. The two of you then fell back on the bed, reaching to hold each other if only for one more night. It was a moment true but sad. It was true love. True love at its breaking point.

[thechaddyengine]

Indignation but it's my AU Engines

Gordon: "You two are absolutely useless!"

James: "The fuck?!"

Henry: "Jesus Gordon, harsh much?"

Gordon: "These two rats are an annoyance to this railway! IT'S DISGRACEFUL, DISGUSTING AND DESPICABLE!!!! YOU WANTED A RAP BATTLE YOU BLUE HAIRED MIDGET?! WELL I'LL GIVE YOU THE PRIDE OF THE FUCKING LINE!!!"

BF: "boop...😭"

Gordon does not like Boyfriend in the slightest.

James doesn't give two fucks.

Henry is just curious on who this blue haired kid is lol.

Gotta love this song lol

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

In a sign of just how depraved society has become, the case immediately became a racial issue despite Anthony, who is black, being the one who allegedly murdered Metcalf. Donations poured into Anthony's GoFundMe campaign for his "legal defense," and posts like this were made calling for "justice," not for the boy who was killed, but for the alleged killer.  Now, we know what Anthony and his family did with a good portion of the money they received. According to a new report, they bought a new car and moved into a $900,000 home in a gated community. No, I'm not kidding. They took money intended for his "legal defense" and hit the upgrade button with it. 

This is disgusting and infuriating. Remember how pretty much every Kyle Rittenhouse crowdfunding campaign was shut down because these platforms "don't support criminals"? This piece of shit not only got the money, but bought a new house and car with it. This is the epitome of hoodrat mentality. No morals. No self-awareness. Just run towards the money and spend it as soon as you get it. There's a term for this that I can't say here or I'll get banned, but it rhymes with "bigger itch" and it absolutely applies here. What a disgraceful thing. I hope everyone who donated to him gets some sort of karmic payback because they're just as despicable as this "person".

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

An attempt to express my thoughts about today.

(under the cut because it's long)

Well, I'm still speechless. I keep thinking about what word best describes how I feel after this fiasco (and that may be the understatement of the century), but I'm not sure that there is a suitable word for it. Which even begins to describe what I feel. Anger, even rage, disgust, humiliation, ... none of them feel like they even begin to describe what this feels like.

Today is one of the darkest, most shameful, most pathetic and most disgraceful days in American history. And somehow in the world, too. The sad thing is that, considering current developments and today, it cannot be ruled out that even darker days may follow. NEVER before have the walls of the White House been defiled with such audacity and impudence as they were today - and these walls have seen and experienced a lot. And I'm not talking about, like Trump says, Ze's actions. But about what Trump, Vance and their minions did today. A democratically elected leader of a country is sitting there, a country that has been courageously trying to defend itself and survive in a genocidal war of aggression for years. And he has to put up with insults and being shouted at, with humiliation and degradation, is showered with propaganda and then thrown out on the street like a dog. A man who has been going through hell in both his work and private life for three years and every day, who is traumatised beyond belief and has basically given up his whole life and everything and makes sacrifices every day. A man who sacrifices himself for his country to the very last bit of himself. And does all this not out of greed or a craving for recognition or because he wants to go down in history as the greatest, but because he is a man of honesty and integrity, of morality and humanity, of characer and deceny and because he deeply believes in what he stands for and fights for. He believes in his country and its people. He believes in democracy, freedom, sovereignty, peace.

And then there is Trump, who could hardly be a more despicable and odious person. And he has the audacity to treat Ze like that. They deliberately let him walk into a trap and then, in front of the entire world, they tried to take him down like the worst kind of schoolyard bully. And they did it in a language that he, mind you, doesn't even speak perfectly.

If I were Ze, I wouldn't have had even 10% of the patience and composure that he showed in that situation. I would be dead right now because the Secret Service would have shot me for punching those two assholes.

Ze responded to the absolutely insane, completely unjustified, shameful and deliberately destructive attack with admirable restraint. He tried to explain, he remained human, he tried to focus on the matter at hand, to stick to the topic. He is the strongest person in the world for having endured this whole shit show with absolutely unique self-control, without punching them.

Ze travelled to Washington, into the lion's den, with honest intentions and a firm interest and desire for cooperation, partnership, future and peace. Not Ze betrayed Ukraine today. Not even in the slightest. Today, Ukraine was betrayed by America, definitively and somehow unsurprisingly.

And it was right that Ze did not just sit there silently, nodding and smiling obediently. Ze is not a small child who has misbehaved and is now being scolded in front of the adults and has to accept it.

He remained steadfast and firm. As he should be. He did not back down. He did not allow them to intimidate him. He did not allow them to bully him. And by doing all of this, he did not allow them to bully Ukraine either. He stood his ground like he always stood his ground - on the day, when they told him to flee and form an exile government. During every hard moment in the past three years. And now. And he showed very clearly that he will NEVER allow Russia or the US or anyone that he gets pressured into surrendering Ukraine or giving up on his country or betraying it.

As much as I understand the fear that is now in the air and the big question of ‘what will happen next?’ - both of which I also feel. Of course I am now just as concerned and anxious as everyone else about whether we have seen the end of Ukraine today. But I REFUSE to give up hope. I refuse to give Putin and Trump and Vance and Elon the satisfaction of simply giving up and having no hope. Ukraine has surprised the world so often and turned seemingly hopeless situations in its favour. What they need more than ever is the whole world standing behind them and supporting them and not giving up hope.

Ze's reaction was absolutely right and if there is one person here who cannot be accused of ANY wrongdoing - neither today nor in the last few weeks and since Trump took office - it is Ze. He deserves all the respect in the world for fighting back and not surrendering. Trump and his assholes were NEVER interested in doing anything for or in the interests of Ukraine. That was a tender shoot of hope and a beautiful pipe dream, but far too many people have forgotten what kind of person Trump is. And what he has already done in the past. He withheld important support. He constantly spoke badly about Ukraine. He considers Putin a genius and has the best relations with him. We KNOW that Russia has bought him and that Trump is a Russian agent and that he has so many dead bodies in his cellar that you could fill entire cemeteries with them.

In summary, let me say: the day will go down in history. Just very differently than it should have been.

Today could have been a historic day, with the US taking a new powerful position in world history, standing up to Russia and creating a unique peace that would benefit Europe and the whole world for decades to come.

Instead, it has become one of the darkest days and chapters in American history.

A US president, a US vice president and their team have unjustifiably and in an unprecedented, shameful and disgraceful manner attacked the democratic leader of a country at war in front of the assembled world press and sided with a terrorist state and a dictator.

The world must support Ukraine. Ukraine MUST win. Ukraine must achieve a JUST peace, including ALL its territories. Otherwise, what we have seen today will merely be a harbinger of what is to come for us all in the future.

[gsirvitor]

1. Support our Veterans. 2. Support the politician who dodged draft 5 times and called soldiers killed in action "suckers" and "losers". You can only pick one.

I support our Veterans, I also understand that the statement you're quoting is a lie.

A White House email from a U.S. Marine Corps official proves a “bad weather call�� was the reason for President Trump’s canceled visit to Aisne-Marne American cemetery in 2018; further evidence refuting Biden’s claim includes U.S. Navy records obtained via a Freedom of Information Act request — and even John Bolton's book.

Unequivocal denials came from virtually every official on the trip:

Zach Fuentes, former deputy to Chief of Staff Gen. John Kelly: “I did not hear POTUS call anyone losers when I told him about the weather. Honestly, do you think General Kelly would have stood by and let ANYONE call fallen Marines losers?” (Breitbart, 9/7/20)

John Bolton, former National Security Advisor: “I didn't hear either of those comments or anything even resembling them. I was there at the point in time that morning when it was decided that he would not go Aisne-Marne cemetery. He decided not to do it because of John Kelly's recommendation. It was entirely a weather-related decision, and I thought the proper thing to do.” (Fox News, 9/4/20)

Sarah Huckabee Sanders, former White House press secretary: “The Atlantic story on @realDonaldTrump is total BS. I was actually there and one of the people part of the discussion - this never happened … I am disgusted by this false attack.” (X, 9/3/20)

Hogan Gidley, former White House deputy press secretary: “These are disgusting, grotesque, reprehensible lies. I was there in Paris and the President never said those things … These weak, pathetic, cowardly background ‘sources’ do not have the courage or decency to put their names to these false accusations because they know how completely ludicrous they are. It's sickening that they would hide in the shadows to knowingly try and hurt the morale of our great military simply for an attack on a political opponent.” (X, 9/3/20)

Dan Scavino, White House deputy chief of staff for communications: “I was with POTUS in France, with Sarah, and have been at his side throughout it all. Complete lies by ‘anonymous sources’ that were ‘dropped’ just as he begins to campaign (and surge). A disgraceful attempt to smear POTUS, 60 days before the Presidential Election! Disgusting!!” (X, 9/3/20)

Jordan Karem, former personal aide to President Trump: “This is not even close to being factually accurate. Plain and simple, it just never happened.” (X, 9/3/20)

Johnny DeStefano, former counselor to President Trump: “I was on this trip. The Atlantic bit is not true. Period.” (X, 9/4/20)

Stephen Miller, former senior advisor to President Trump: “ A despicable lie ... The president deeply wanted to attend the memorial event in question and was deeply displeased by the bad weather call." (Washington Examiner, 9/3/20)

Derek Lyons, former staff secretary and counselor to President Trump: “I was with the President the morning after the scheduled visit. He was extremely disappointed that arrangements could not be made to get him to the site, and that the trip had been cancelled.” (X, 9/4/20)

Dan Walsh, former White House deputy chief of staff: “I can attest to the fact that there was a bad weather call in France, and that the helicopters were unable to safely make the flight.” (White House Press Briefing, 9/4/20)

First Lady Melania Trump: “@TheAtlantic story is not true. It has become a very dangerous time when anonymous sources are believed above all else, & no one knows their motivation. This is not journalism - It is activism. And it is a disservice to the people of our great nation.” (X, 9/4/20)

Jamie McCourt, former U.S. Ambassador to France and Monaco: “In my presence, POTUS has NEVER denigrated any member of the U.S. military or anyone in service to our country. And he certainly did not that day, either. Let me add, he was devastated to not be able to go to the cemetery at Belleau Wood. In fact, the next day, he attended and spoke at the ceremony in Suresnes in the pouring rain.” (Breitbart, 9/7/20)

Mick Mulvaney, former acting White House chief of staff: “These claims are simply outrageous. I never heard the President disparage our war dead or wounded. In fact, the exact opposite is true. I was with him at the 75th Anniversary of the D-Day invasion in Normandy. As we flew over the beaches by helicopter he was outwardly in awe of the accomplishments of the Allied Forces, and the sacrifices they paid.” (X, 9/4/20)

Trump very much respects the armed forces, and those who gave their lives for those who live today, now, this is not a day for politics, this is a day of Remembrance, respect.

Don your poppy and pay your respects to the fallen, and those who serve.

[lillystarshine]

TW: Rant post. If you're uncomfortable with people ranting then I suggest you not to read this for your own well being.

Do people on this site not know what boundaries are? Or do they not know how to follow basic ones?? I just had to block two people last night because apparently, boundaries are something that aren't meant to be followed! /sarcasm One of the people I blocked was being pissy at me all over something in my DNI banner. Seriously?! How about you appreciate the actual art I posted instead of throwing a fit at me over Karkat holding a 'proship dni' sign in my DNI banner. Speaking of, what part of "proshippers dni" and "radqueers dni" do you not get?! I have a small DNI banner posted on ALL on my posts clearly stating those! I have anxiety issues. I have a DNI list for a REASON, and I personally find it insanely disrespectful when people intentionally violate it. I never bug you, so why do you bug me? I just find all of this to be disgraceful, disgusting, and despicable. /ref

I hope any of this doesn't happen again.

[inhuman-obey-me]

👻 | Lucifer | No MC, please

"I'm the creature that haunts your mind." - Lucifer

“P-please, Lord Lucifer, c’mon – you know I didn’t mean anything by it! This is just a big misunderstanding! We’re buds, aren’t we?” With a toothy yet nervous grin, Casbriel looks up and tries to catch the gaze of his soon-to-be tormenter. The moment he does, however, he feels his heart leap into his throat as cruel crimson bores into his very soul. 

“Buds?” The word is spit out in disgust, though soon a sinister smirk graces Lucifer’s lips. “Oh, silly me. I guess I must have forgotten. Why don’t you remind me?”

“Oh, uh, well – yes. R-remember at His Highness’ party the other week?” Casbriel begins to sweat, grasping at whatever memory he could to hopelessly convince the other. “How we were just having a grand ole’ chat over some Demonus? You remember that, don’t you?” 

“Ah, yes!” The Avatar of Pride feigns surprise, eyes widening slightly as a gloved hand comes to hold his chin as if in thought. “I think that must have been after you and Buriel had your little chat, hm?”

Casbriel’s nervous smile falters. 

“I believe you two were talking about what a disgrace it was, that Lord Diavolo had a fallen angel right by his side as his closest aide. How you couldn’t wait to enact your plan to be rid of those despicable beings and, what was it?” Lucifer pauses, taking in the sinking features of his prey. “Get a proper ruler in place.” 

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! We said no such thing, surely you wouldn’t believe we would discuss something so t-treasonous!” With a hysterical laugh, Casbriel waggles his head. 

“Oh? Then what about three weeks ago, when you were meeting at Buriel’s to discuss the intricacies of your plan? You sure had quite a bit of Demonus there as well, didn’t you?” Lucifer’s brow raises. “A favorite vintage of mine, actually. I’m sure it must have been delicious. In fact, it seems you certainly did find it to be absolutely delectable.” 

Dread sinks into the lesser demon’s belly as realization dawns. 

Lucifer was reading his memories. 

“Caught on, have you?” It was chilling, the way Lucifer’s voice could hold joy and ire at once. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you have a rather unhealthy obsession with me, with how you think of me so often.” 

Casbriel shifts in his restraints, deciding that all attempts at pleasantries were now futile. So he glowers, hissing at the demon towering over him, “You deserve every bit of contempt. Creatures like you don’t deserve to be here, and that damn prince is a fool for welcoming you with such open arms!”

“There it is.” Lucifer snickers, though his demeanor quickly turns cold. His wings whip out, extending to a frightening degree – as if they are about to eclipse the room and swallow it in shadow. “You really are pitiful. Is that all it took to get you to confess so willingly?”

The defiant fire that momentarily took over Casbriel was quickly extinguished, fear beginning to creep into his eyes as Lucifer circled him once again, like a vulture ready to feast. 

“Oh, Casbriel.” The Avatar sneered, coming to a stop right behind the other and lowering himself so that his breath could be felt on the lesser’s ear. “Us creatures don’t deserve to be here, hm?”

He places one hand on each of Casbriel’s shoulders, his gloves transforming to reveal long, sharp claws that begin to pierce flesh. “I suppose I’m the creature that haunts your mind most of all. Though, don’t worry,” Another menacing chuckle as his claws sink deeper, earning a pained cry.

“I’ll make sure to make all of that haunting a reality for you tonight.” 

[haveuevermetme]

tw: mentions of grooming, pedophilia, rape, no explicit descriptions.

famous rapper from my country got accused of being a pedo. he groomed 2 girls when they were 13 to 15 years old (he was around 25) and when they turned 16, he raped them. they were his fans so they “wanted it”. to one of the girls he was a person of trust. all of this was happening when they lived in the uk so to those who don’t understand what it means (i also didn’t), person of trust is a person who has authority over a minor, who is responsible for that minor, so basically functions as a parent in legal sense. since rape happened when they turned 16, his fans are crying it was consensual as girls were already of the age of consent.

when the news broke down, i read through the post of one of these girls (who is now an adult, if i remember correctly, it was happening in 2008-2012), saw his messages, saw what she was describing. they went to a podcast to talk about it but i cannot listen to it.

he was my favourite artist. i don’t usually have favourite artists or actors or whoever but he was the only one who i was listening to for 10+ years. this is the first time the celebrity who i actually liked and whose career i was following turned out to be a creep if we say that lightly. now i am getting a full experience of what it means to be a fan of a man.

of course everyone started discussing that. a lot of people support these girls, a lot of people express their disgust towards him, a lot of people defend him. now the whole twitter consists of people arguing if sexual messages to minors is alright, if grooming is alright, if grooming even happened (“you’re denying their agency, they wanted that”). i am just doom scrolling, going through all the posts, reading and reading and reading. trying to understand why some people want to defend him, why some people genuinely think it’s not a problem to have relationship with a minor.

people remembered lolita and some mentioned my dark vanessa. i tried reading the first one long ago, i felt so disgusted by it, i couldn’t finish it but i remember that since then everyone who ever said the book was a “story of the great love” became a monster in my eyes. as an escape from disappointment and as a way to better understand what grooming is, i felt like reading the second book.

it was devastating. that book resembled what happened now a bit too much. i read a book like i read personal story, like i was there with her too. so many similarities, one of those being “why didn’t they say anything back then? why now? why so many years later?”. i understood why before but it was hard to explain, however now this question seems so out of place, so disgraceful. i lived through all those years with her, i survived everything with her, i cannot explain how despicable you have to be to ask that.

i am still reliving this book, i am still thinking about it, looking from all the angles. i want to try find some essays about the book, want to get more of it. also later i want to try listening to that podcast even if it’s hard (it’s much harder to listen to something that is real, not just a fantasy, after all vanessa doesn’t exist even if girls like her do). i also want to believe this will change something in my country and people will be much less accepting (i would want it to become completely unacceptable but i take what i can) of “relationships” between 13-15 year old girls and 25+ year old men, i don’t want it to just disappear in the everyday life as many of the crimes against women do.

the last thing i want to mention. on one hand i am upset my favourite artist turned out to be a creep, a criminal, a pervert. on the other hand, i am a little bit relieved to hear those news. now i don’t need to listen to him and think “what if he is like them?”, now i know he is, now i can stop listening to him and fully live by the phrase “every famous man is either a creep or has not yet been exposed”. no more favourite man-artists, man-singers, man-actors.

[unpopularvivian]

Incorrect Ttte Quotes 358:

Gordon: It's just.... DISGRACEFUL!!!!!

James: DISGUSTING!!!!!

Henry: DESPICABLE!!!!!

Edward: DOGSHIT!!!!!!!

Rebecca: Downer......

*Gordon, James and Henry all stare at Edward and Rebecca as they realize something*

Rebecca: Hey Ed? Did we-?

Edward: Wait.....

[kim-deadja]

[ Constellation “ Observer of Lifetimes” is looking in disgust at the anon h◼◼r◼]

[ One of their “eyes” has started to twitch]

[ Dear blocky anon , stop being such a piece of shit and stop terrorizing our dear reader you have no goddamn right to say all those things .

Yes I’m going to refer to you as blocky anon because I have not enough respect for you to even call you by your proper name.

He does things that you couldn’t even do if you tried , those self sacrificial tendencies? They’re blessing for other people because that proves that he cares about their companions so in return they form deep relationships and connections.

You are a disgrace , what did he ever do? What even are you? A monster who feeds on another’s feelings of vulnerability ?? Stop being such a piece of shit and recognize what Kim Dokja has gone through.

He may seem manipulative, but he isn’t , he lies to other so they can live , not him , he is not a hypocrite, well sometimes he is but who the fuck cares it’s for a good reason.

He is the Kim Dokja who has devoted himself to others , who is loyal to his friends , and who I would kill my self for so he could live a little longer .

He has been through too much to deal with your bullshit so stfu nobody wants to hear your jealousy.

He is willing to do so much for his companions, you have no right to criticize him when you wouldn’t even dare throw your own life on the line for another.

Everyone has self preservation instincts , but he throws them away in favor of keeping people alive , that don’t something you find in everyone , in fact quite the contrary , everyone would throw you just to save themselves.

You call him a hypocrite because he says that he isn’t a protagonist yet acts like one , well that’s his own opinion, he doesn’t think of himself as a protagonist, but everyone he saved does , because he is one . He has saved so many lives you have no idea what type of hell he’s gone through .

You dare bring up his trauma and flaunt it in-front of his face and push on his wounds , and you still hide behind that fucking anon disguise , seems sort of pathetic, no?

Get a grip and realize you have no right to say anything to him , he is someone who deserves the world yet chooses hell for others , you are someone who selfishly preys on another’s wounds just for entertainment.

You can’t bring up things of the past when you don’t know how much they hurt . You can’t bring up things that are clearly a soft spot and laugh at his demise . You are such a pathetic thing in this lifetime i wonder would anyone actually read your story? No .

Also , do you think you’re some sort of special entity or something? Using those black squares to fill up spots in words? If you’re trying to be one , you’re failing . Miserably . I wonder if your just using them to clean up gaps in words you can’t spell?

Kim Dokja is called the ugliest king , but the whole fandom can agree he isn’t . So if he’s the ugliest king , then what are you? A fucking roach? I think so .

Stop being such a sore loser that you couldn’t be as smart and loyal as him , and stop being such as piece of shit saying that he’s making his companions suffer , MF he might be terrorizing them by dying but without him they would’ve died by now .

get a grip and read the fucking book and understand instead of just picking up some lore from Reddit , like genuinely, stop being so stupid giving out incorrect information .

Oh and don’t even get me started on you . You . You’re such an ugly , pathetic, hateful, sore, resentful, terrible, horrible, ungrateful, crummy, cruel , disgusting , despicable person . I don’t think there’s a word in any language to describe your ugly disrespectful ass

Honestly instead of wasting your time trying to get Kim Dokja scared and vulnerable, how about you go buy a new life or personality ? Or wait you can’t , the soul will be so repulsed by you that it’ll try leave . But while you try , mind buying a dictionary to find a word that describes you! Oh wait , right , you can’t because you’re so stupid and pathetic, oh well might as well try!

It’ll be a good thing for you to finally go outside instead of being the depressed little pathetic loser you are huddled up in your room waiting for a reaction! And please do stop with the black squares , it’s just making me cringe thinking about you trying to be some special entity .

Ooh!! I have a great modifier for you! How about… “ The ugly lazy ass roach who’s disgusting as fuck and needs to fuck off to a dumpster.” That describes you perfectly!!!

And honestly , if you died I don’t think anyone would give a two fucks about you , it’s clear that you have no social life , no mother , no father , they all left you because they could t deal with your shitty ass attitude.

Like , the second you came out of the womb and cursed everyone with your scratchy , terrible voice your parents were contemplating about sending you to an orphanage. They only raised you because they felt pity for you but couldn’t take it anymore so they ran away from the pathetic thing that’s you.

Go die in a fire , or wait even better! Drown in an ocean or burn yourself into ashes or hop into a volcano or eat eaten by vultures! That way nobody will ever have to see your pathetic, useless, ugly body again!!! Though I feel bad for the vulture about consuming you.

Like who would want to eat your bones that reek of filth and pathetic life.

Like there’s a reason why nobody likes you and why your such a fucking pathetic excuse of a person , like I think you’re mother wanted to list you down as mistake for your name.

You reek of a pathetic 10 ten old who has no life , needs some help , perhaps therapy but probabaly not the therapist would leave in a heartbeat, maybe a psyche ward or solidarity confinement, it might help but probably not. That’s how hopeless you are.

Hmmmmm I wonder if a new word could be created that can describe you , honestly I think there could be , your just such a pathetic, disgusting, ignorant, arrogant person that a new word needs to be created to define you!! But probably not , I think someone would vomit just thinking about you.

You are the definition of “mistake” they created an eraser to try erase any evidence and existence of your life but they failed and died trying to, truly , could you ever be born??

Anyways have a terrible rest of your life you stupid pathetic motherfucker!!! I don’t regret anything!! ]

[ Constellation,” Observer of Lifetimes” is stunned by the language that was just spouted out , but agrees wholeheartedly]

… … …

*speechless & is lowkey afraid of this constellation (one of the eyes to be exact)*

[weirdowithaquill]

What are Sir Topham Hatt’s (and the engines) opinion on how privatization was handled? When I read about it, I always think how absurd it was to keep the track nationalized, but let other companies run the goods trains, then different run the passenger trains. It is a spaghetti mess. Sodor had the right idea to yoink the old Furness mainline.

Thank you for your ask! (and I'm really sorry for the long wait). This is actually going to be really fun to potentially answer, so let's see...

Officially, the NWR regards privatisation as: "an important milestone in Britain's railway history and the beginning of cooperation between the NWR and our partner railways throughout Great Britain." It's a very prim and proper way of saying "the only thing that changed was the name of the idiot company that keeps delaying our trains." In private however, reactions were very, very different.

For a few engines, it meant very little: Thomas in particular barely cared at all. "What'll change? Not my branchline, that's for sure!" he once snapped at Duck when the Western engine tried to goad him into ranting with him about privatisation. Duncan said something very similar to a visiting diesel, only his version was far too inappropriate to be put in writing. Ever.

In stark contrast, a lot of the engines had very loud opinions about the entire thing. Duck spent most of one night trying to tell anyone who would listen that it was "disgraceful, disgusting and despicable" that the GWR hadn't been reformed after privatisation. (Henry, James and Gordon had to be physically restrained by BoCo and Bear before they tore Duck a new funnel for stealing their catchphrases). Donald and Douglas both tried to convince the Fat Controller to send them to London to 'politely make a case for a fully independent Scottish network'... multiple times. They also managed to say such inappropriate things that Oliver had to double-head all of Douglas' trains for a month to act as a censor for his language!

Gordon decided to offer the press his own solution to the privatisation issue, which went something like this: "What we need, is four companies to look after trains in different parts of the country - like we used to." "Like the Big 4?" "Indeed!" "We can't do that, such a system is considered to be a monopoly, and the government won't allow it." "Alright then, how about this: we have one railway that runs in the North and the East... and down to London perhaps. Then we can also have one railway that runs in the Midlands, and in Scotland... and also down to London perhaps, so you have your competition. Then we could have a railway that is in the West, and one in the South-" "Like the Big 4?" "No! These companies would be completely different!" "Look, Gordon, the government has made it very clear that the Big 4 will not return." "Well then FUCK JOHN MAJOR AND ALL THE TORY PARTY! [...] There would be competition anyway, with the roads, don't those blithering idiots understand?! [...] If any of them took a train for once, they'd realise just how bloody stupid the whole thing is, the bunch of------" (About twenty minutes worth of ranting has been omitted, due to various constraints...)

It was no surprise to anyone that Gordon personally campaigned for the Labour Party in 1997.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Sir Stephen Hatt and his sister Bridget were frantically pouring over the old charters of the NWR, hoping to be able to keep the new companies off Sodor - and indeed they found they could, as a 1925 Government deal originally intended to keep the NWR independent of the LMS also (entirely by accident) meant that no private, standard-gauge railway company other than the NWR could operate on the Isle of Sodor. Sir Stephen happily shoved that document in parliament's face when they tried to privatise the NWR's various assets, and then got his deal for the Furness Line from a different parliament committee before anyone could cross-reference him. By the time anyone managed to question why exactly they were selling an entirely railway line to a man who had very loudly told them to 'shove off and leave my railway alone', Sir Stephen had already taken control.

Their opinion: "Why treat a railway like its an airline? Honestly, it'll just wind up causing more problems in the end. A railway is a public good - yes, it makes us a lot of money, but we still run it for the people of Sodor, not for - no, we don't know why they divided British Rail like that, it makes no sense to us either - please stop asking more questions before we can finish our thoughts."

Also, a small rather large side note - Britain's railway privatisation is a complex and very unique affair that really showcases how exactly not to privatise a railway network. For example: for around seven years, the railway infrastructure was owned by a private company called RailTrack... which was terrible at doing its job and caused a number of major railway accidents (See Hatfield, 2000; Southall, 1997; Ladbroke Grove, 1999) and then panicked after the Hatfield crash and basically shut the network down, leading to questions over its competence and the finally its re-nationalisation because - surprise surprise - a private company trying to produce profits really shouldn't be in charge of the safety of millions of people with almost no proper accountability. Worse yet, the monopolies that the Tories wanted to avoid by breaking up the system happened anyway - see EWS, which bought up almost all the freight franchises and created a monopoly, only to be bought by Deutsche Bahn, which created an even bigger monopoly as it also owned (at the time) Arriva (they sold Arriva in 2024). To worsen the spaghetti, the system was divided into three basic sections: the infrastructure (RailTrack), Train Operating Companies (who owned the trains) and Franchises (who ran the trains and hired staff). In other words: a ticket in the UK is so expensive because you are paying for: the train crew, renting the train, renting the track, renting the platforms and producing profits for shareholders.

Oh, and suddenly freight and passenger trains owned by different companies are all competing to have priority at every. single. signalbox. in the country.

Now, I am not an expert in fixing extremely broken railway systems, but even still, I feel like I could probably do better than this mess!

Thank you for reading!

[oh-my-damn]

There's something about his facial expressions, his gestures, in his eyes that reflects a kind of sadness, fatigue or even sadness. But - and please don't take this the wrong way - it doesn't necessarily have to do with her. Maybe - and I say maybe - this love is real, maybe it is not.

As for Alba: I don't want to defend anyone who is racist or makes fun of minorities. Absolutely not. I'm just trying to be neutral. She's a young thing and maybe has the wrong friends. We all have or had friends like that at one time or another and we all did things in our 20s that I'm sure were wrong.

But what is fact is that he can't please anyone right now. If he posts his "happiness" it will be torn apart, if he takes some time off it will be torn apart, if an interview of him appears it will be torn apart - everything he says, doesn't say, does or doesn't do will be put on the gold scale and that does something to people. Let's assume that Chris is the sensitive guy we think he is.... His "fans" are currently cyberbullying of the worst kind and it hurts my soul - for him as a human being! He is not stupid and gets the certainly everything somehow with.

What I want to say is: If Chris really loves this woman, then it surely has its reason and then it surely hits him deep in the core when his wife and his love for her are torn apart so much. We don't have to like her - he does.

If it's all just PR after all, then that's his decision too. Right or not.

But I don't think it gives anyone in this world the right to trample so much on one (or two) people as is currently the case.

Hopefully we all know from the many suicides of celebrities how quickly a human soul can be overwhelmed. I ask everyone who reads this, but the next comment or the next post to think about what it might do with the people around it.

How often have others disagreed with your decisions and how would you have felt?

You reap what you sow. If you want pity then don't present yourself as a political activist who cares about minorities and racial/gender issues only for you to go back and marry someone with a clearly racist and even anti-semitic past and ties. Are you forgetting that these people are still actively in her life? And have even stayed at Chris' house, AKA with Chris? Chris is friends with them too. He let them into his house, knowing their history. She describes one of them as her fucking "soulmate". I am certain they were at the wedding. This isn't "the past". This is the present, and no matter how you guys will excuse it with "it was years ago" no it fucking wasn't. They just stopped putting it on the internet for the world to see. Don't you fucking get that? People like that don't change, and if they do, it takes a lot of work and acknowledgement. We have seen NONE of that.

This ask is bullshit. Stop trying to push the blame onto people reacting to this despicable shit that's happening right now. None of this would be happening if he hadn't "fallen in love" with someone who is a fucking racist? Or who is 16 years younger than him?

Him refusing to work on himself and going to therapy at 42 YEARS OF AGE is not my fucking problem. It is not my fault.

I can react how I see fit because I am outraged and disgraced that someone I supported would turn around and do this. It feels misleading, it feels like I dove in head first into supporting this man BASED ON WHAT HE PRESENTED TO THE WORLD and giving him my time and money only for him to pull back the curtain and yell "SIKE!"

Now I just feel ashamed for doing that shit. I hate the fucking Cap shield hanging above my TV now because none of it seems genuine or pure or lovely anymore.

It's all gross and tainted and disgusting and laced with shit I want nowhere near me.

We have every right to be angry.

What he does is up to him, but he put himself in this situation. He chose that person and he chose that person over and over again, pushing it out into the world KNOWING how people felt about it.

He's made his bed and it's time to fucking lie in it.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.15

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

I walk through the crowd with my chest swollen with endless pride. Even if they don't like me alone, my presence forced them to make room for me, most likely so that none of them would have to touch such a despicable person as me.

Saladin watches all this with a horrified expression. However, before things got too bad, he hit his staff on the ground. The magical wave that courses through everyone draws everyone's attention to him. It quickly relieves me of the feeling that I've done something despicable when I was only trying to enter my new school.

Just as the elderly headmaster of the Red Fountain Academy began his speech, something else caught my attention. From the side of my field of vision, the building suddenly attracts my interest like a magnet.

The building is made of red brick and yellowish sandstone, with small and large windows that reveal the dark brown interior. The entire house is trembling with anticipation. It's been a long time since anyone has been here: the old academy building, which looks like a small castle. Like everything else my family built, this building was made with our magic, through which it has a mind of its own. Inside is a magical core that beats as if it has a heart that keeps it alive. There is not a single crack visible on the entire exterior of the building, even though no one has taken care of it for so long.

My gaze slowly wanders up to the second and third floors. There in a window stands a man in an old suit. A monocle hangs from his left eye, and his right ear is covered with a bandage.

But soon, the man moves away. As soon as he is gone, my gaze goes further up the building to the bright blue roof. Furthermore, I could see two towers, one behind the building on the left and the other in front on the right. While the tower on the back is much taller than the one on the front, the smaller one strikes a feeling of terror in my veins.

Cory's tight grip on my shoulder draws my attention back to him. This time, I even turn slightly to look into his disapproving eyes.

“They’re trying to get in,” he whispers to me.

Shocked and annoyed, my mouth opens without me doing anything. Not to say anything. It just happened. Sometimes, I wish people would stop trying to invade our territory. There is no magic in the universe - except perhaps the Empresses or Emperors - that makes our magic listen to anyone else.

Taking a step forward, the hand on my shoulder slowly falls off. Even though I could still feel him walking behind me, he gives me enough space to do whatever I want.

“Have you ever tried knocking?” I know the sarcastic tone in my voice is audible because almost everyone groans in disapproval. The same woman who called the specialists on me gives me a sideways glance so full of venom that I only want to slap it off her face. Instead, I push past these moral hypocrites and straight to the door.

As I suggested, I knock on the door quite forcefully. But even after a few minutes, nothing happens. I could hear people whispering, calling me “disgusting” and “disgraceful.” They laugh at me everywhere and surely think that I am not only a creep but also stupid. I completely ignore the two principals who couldn't open the door themselves. I could force the doors open if I wanted to, but it would damage the already troubled house. The spells haven't been renewed for a while.

Out of nowhere, the large double doors open. Honestly, it wasn't all that sudden because the door squeaked loudly as someone opened it from the inside. But it’s obvious that the door is difficult to open. When the doors were finally opened, the same elegantly dressed man I had previously seen in the window stood before me. 

"Welcome, ho-" I could barely shake my head before he would say anymore. The man seems to understand immediately. He clears his throat, puts a hand over his mouth, and looks down for a second. When he looks up again, he shows a small smile. “Welcome, guests! Please state your intentions.”

One of the specialists suddenly pushes me aside. I immediately lost my balance and couldn't avoid falling into a group of girls. They scream and call me a pervert once again. The group even went so far as to walk away from me and let me fall to the ground. As the dirt covers my clothes, many people stand around me and laugh loudly at me.

Anger slowly grows inside me. I have never been treated so disrespectfully! I had to use all my energy to keep my temper under control so as not to explode. Just then, someone extends their hand to me. As I follow the long arm with my eyes, I immediately look into the smiling eyes of the only one of these disgusting people who treats me like a normal being.

Without hesitation, I take his hand and stand back on my feet in one swift move.

“You are not welcome here!” The same voice of the older man who opened the door from the inside echoes across the castle's forecourt. As I look around, all eyes were on me. Most of them look very happy. Because, of course, everyone believes that the man means me. Who else could he be referring to?

But I only grin back at the people. I know these words are not meant for me.

I ignore the other people and wander over to the guy who pushed me to the ground. The butler-looking man stands before him and does not allow him to enter the building.

"You have no right to keep me out! I am Artheon Papalgio, and I'm-"

“Unimportant,” the man replies before the young man can finish his sentence. Shocked, the dirty blonde stares at the man as if he had seen a ghost. “The House of Papalgio, a minor noble house of Eraklyon, known for their loyalty and skill in administration. Notable Members-"

“Stop,” the young man whimpers. He seems ashamed of his family, which he shouldn't do since most specialists don't come from aristocratic families.

Saladin desperately tries to get Artheon into the old academy building. But the other man didn't let a word get to him. Looking straight forward, without looking at anyone, the man speaks again.

“It's not me who has to let him in. He did not insult me, but another student,” he told Saladin in a hard and cold voice.

“I forgive him this time,” I say slowly, as I can feel everyone’s eyes on me again. I look sharply at the guy. Who still seems to think he is better than me.

The smartly dressed man nods at him and opens his arm to let the first person in. But when Artheon tries to be that first person, he gets pushed back.

“You will be the last one,” said the man, still standing in the doorway, harshly. Only to open his arm again so I can walk through. After me, the man lets in all the others. Even the teachers had to enter before Artheon was allowed to enter. I silently thank the man again and again.

Neither headmaster even waited for Artheon to be let in before walking further into the building. Saladin, in particular, mutters something under his breath about the size of the building, as he remembers it being much larger.

He tries again every spell he knows to make the building the way he remembers it, but nothing works.

Cory's hand grabs my shoulder again.

“What is it today with you touching me?” I ask him quietly, hissing. He doesn't back down. He only gives me a knowing look. With both arms in front of me, I finally give in after he stared at me for about a minute.

But before I do anything, I snatch his hand from my shoulder and walk away from him, leaning casually against one of the walls, mostly away from anyone's attention. The inside of my hand pressed against the cold stone of the house.

I close my eyes and let my magic flow into the house, searching for its core because the building didn't respond to my call immediately.

“Master,” an indescribable voice calls to me.

A smile even grows on my face. The voice sounds just like the one that echoes through the palace at home, which I listened to on silent nights. It has helped me a lot, from helping me out while playing hide-and-seek to giving me tips while studying.

“Can you expand?” I ask the house happily.

But the magic didn't answer me. It just left me feeling empty. Unwilling to let the house slowly die, I pump magic into it. Luckily, since I've been full of magic for so long, the reproduction happens quickly as it needs to return to a normal flow.

Soon, I could hear the interior space expanding, feel rooms being added, and even hear water splashing in a distant corner of the building.

When I open my eyes again, smiling even wider after the magic thanks me, I glance over to Cory. When our eyes meet, my body shakes before I can understand what is happening. I stumble to the side. Cory catches me barely in time, his face full of panic, so worried I could almost believe it.

But I remember he's just my grandfather's lap dog, so I push him away as soon as I'm calm enough. For a second, I even imagined I could see a hurt glint in his eyes. 

I quickly turn away from him. But I still can't concentrate on what Saladin is rambling about. His voice to me is like a Toggo - a small round animal, unable to move in warmth - that my old teacher hit on the head to bring my attention back to him or to torment me.

With my mind blank, I stare at the old man, trying to find anything special about him besides his staff in the shape of a snake, even with a snake's eyes as the centerpiece.

“Are you ready to go to your room?” A sudden voice robs me of my inner silence. It even startles me a little. When I turn to the person, I see the same woman who called the specialists on me, speaking to me again like some vile creature. Her voice is so fake-sweet that I want to hit her.

With a sweet smile as fake as her voice, I look her disgustingly up and down and say, "No."

"What? How dare you talk to me like that?"

“I'm waiting at the training field to the right of the building. You have to go past some trees as the place is overgrown because no one cared about it for so long,” I tell the old headmaster, ignoring the woman's outburst. 

My voice comes out in the same sweet tone, only with an underlining accusatory tone.

Before any of the teachers could answer, I walk past everyone. On the way out, I meet Cory again. As soon as I'm next to him, I suddenly stop. I look into his eyes intently. He holds my gaze and doesn't even flinch.

“Who broke the spell?” I ask him, whispering in his ear. He remains silent, his gaze never wandering anywhere else. “It was Saladin, wasn’t it?” Suddenly, he swallows hard and answers my question with it. But instead of getting angry, I smile. “The old man is more powerful than I thought.”

Now that I know what happened to my silencing spell, I walk past Cory. To the front door. The elegantly dressed man is still standing at the door, watching me with a longing in his eyes. When no one was looking, I winked at him with a half-smile. He looks at me slightly questioningly, almost sadly. I'm sure that if I had stopped right before him, it would have been a happy reaction because he and the other servants seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

But I don't want to blow my cover just yet. I'm waiting for the perfect moment to do it, and when it happens, I will apologize to the servants for my behavior.

[Masterlist]

[peresephoknee]

finished the article and I don’t know anymore. the disgust is bottomless. what a despicable man.

the ease is the worst part of being raped. he just did it. like it was a commonsense way of doing it. fucking disgraceful

[whatamidoinghere777]

Maleficent 3 has been released so HERE IS MY OPINION ON BOTH MALEFICENT MOVIES

Maleficent: AASAAGGGGGHBHH YOU PERFECT ANGEL YOU BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF WORK MWAH MWHA I LOVE YOU.

Maleficent Mistress of Evil: *distant cry and sobbing* AURORA YOU USELESS PIECE OF SCUM WHY ON GODS GREEN EARTH WPUKD PICK PHILIPS PARENTS OVER YOUR OWN MOTHER MALEFICENT?? when aurora was visiting philips crusty father (I forget his name, and I'm proud of it) and maleficent told aurora to leave with her, AND SHE REFUSED????????????? WHAT?!?!?@?!!? YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THE RAGE I FEEL. AURORA. This woman found you in the forest as a baby. She made sure you were safe from the dangers. Her birb servant played games with you. Then she showed you the beautiful and magical moors, AND MADE YOU THE DAMN QUEEN. Then this nasty crusty dusty ugly disgraceful worthless boi Philip pulls up, and you fall for him. (I would never do that but u do u ig.) And then you MARRY him. (still a horrible move but I can still undterstand it.) And then you want to get maleficent involved and you KNOW how she feels about humans. (....your really toeing the line here.) And you give her some material to cover to horns to 'make everyone more comfortable' WHEN HER HORNS ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PART OF HER AND SHOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS BE COVERED UP. Then your at a lame dinner party party that DISGUSTING HAG OF A QUEEN says she considers aurora to be her daughter. EXCUSE YOU?????? DOES SHE NOT ALREADY HAVE THE MOST AMAZING BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL DROP DEAD GORFEOUS MOTHER ON THE PLANET??? And aurora doesnt even say anything!! Then, maleficent rightfully gets angry. (how would YOU feel if your beloved daughter, the one person who doesn't fear you or despise you just up and accepts another mother, who by the way, you HATE??) And then, like the queen she is, maleficents curses philips father. OH WAIT???? WHATS THIS??? MALEFICENT NEVER TOUCHED THE KIND, AND IT WAS PHILIPS WRINKELY HAG KF A MOTHER WHO KILLED HER HUSBAND BC OF SOME UNSOLVED FAMILY ISSUES OR SOMETHING??? AND THEN AURORA HAS THE AUDACITY TO BLAME HER WONDERFUL GOOD KIND INNOCENT MOTHER.FOR SOMETHKNG SHE NEVER DID????????? AURORA YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY HOPELESS AND DESPICABLE. I actually cannot stand the movie past here. and then as malefocent is flying home after losing her daughter and being wrongly accused SOME RANDOM PEASANT WOMAN SHOOTS HER?????????????? ?????????????? WHAT DID SHE DO!?!?!?!?@?@?@? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE HER A BREAK. okay I'm just gonna stop here now 😭 all in all AURORA IS A NASTY DISGUSTING HORRIBLE CRUSTY DUSTY PICK ME TRAITOR AND I DONT LIKE HER. ok bye :)

[damnea]

Christopher Awdry's annual stories 1989

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I think I mentioned this story in the tags of my last post.

This is one those annual stories thats been adapted quite a bit, but its always nice to be able to read the story itself.

Old Square Wheels

The Fat Controller had borrowed a diesel. He told Duck to show the new engine round, but Diesel made mistakes, and the trucks began singing cheeky songs about him.

Trucks are waiting in the Yard: tackling them with ease'll.

"Show the world what I can do." gaily boasts the Diesel.

In and out he creeps about, like a big black weasel.

When he pulls the wrong trucks out. Pop goes the Diesel!

Duck was cross, and told the trucks to stop, but Diesel thought the song was Duck's fault.

"I'll pay him out," Diesel said to himself, but he couldn't think how.

"It's not fair," he complained to Henry, Gordon and James. "I never get a moment's peace from these rude trucks, and it's all because of that Duck!"

"Nonsense," said Henry. "Duck would never do that. It would be des...des..."

"Disgraceful!" put in Gordon. "Disgusting!" said James.

"Despicable!" finished Henry.

Diesel was not convinced. He spent the rest of the day wondering how he would get his own back.

Next day, Henry's trucks chattered amongst themselves, and paid no attention to him. They were very full and wanted to take it out on someone. "Why not Henry?" they whispered to each other.

"Wait until I give the word," said the front truck. At last the signal went down. "Come on you." Henry ordered shortly.

Reluctantly, and still chattering, the trucks followed him out of the yard.

All went well until they reached the top of the hill. "Steady," Henry warned the trucks. They heard, but they took no notice.

"Now!" Shouted the front truck.

"Go on, go on!" Yelled the trucks as, surging against Henry's tender, they pushed as hard as they could.

"Stop, stop!" Wailed Henry, and his driver braked as hard as he dared. But Henry couldn't hold the heavy trucks properly - his wheels locked, and he slithered, out of control, down the hill with the stupid trucks cheering and shouting behind him.

"Help, help!" Whistled Henry despairingly.

Thomas, waiting in the branch line platform, saw Henry coming, but could do nothing to help. But the hill ended before reaching the station, and Henry was at last able to bring the silly trucks under control.

Gradually his driver eased off the brakes. When he was sure that the trucks were behaving themselves, Henry came to a controlled stop. "Phew!" he said. "What stupid things trucks are- they could have caused an accident."

"Never mind," said Thomas. "They didn't, that's the main thing. You did well to stop them."

Thomas puffed away, and after a while Henry set off again. But something strange seemed to have happened to his wheels. Each time they went round there was a 'clunk' when they reached a certain spot. "What's that?" he asked after a while.

Illustration pulled from wiki

"You've got a flat tyre," said the driver.

"What?" objected Henry indignantly. "Engines don't get flat tyres. Only cars and lorries - and buses like Bertie - get them." His driver laughed.

"It's the trucks' fault," he explained. "All that sliding on the hill, with your wheels locked in the same place, has worn a flat place on each of your driving wheels. You'll have to go to the Works, I'm afraid."

They clunked to the end of the line, and Henry went crossly to the Shed. Duck was there, and Diesel. "What's the matter, Henry?" asked Duck. "Those trucks been playing you up, have they?"

"Yes, they have." snorted Henry. "Pushed me down the hill, and now Driver says I've got flat tyres."

"Ah," said Duck. "Bumpy, that. But you can't trust trucks, can you. Ah well, I hope you get your 'flats' sorted out all right." And he puffed off to see about the next train.

Diesel snickered. He'd just had an idea. Next day he spoke to the trucks.

"That was a good trick you played on Henry," he said. "He's got flat tyres now, and has gone to the Works to have them replaced." He paused.

"I shouldn't really tell you this," he went on quietly. "but! know you won't pass it on. Do you know Duck's new nickname for Henry? Old Square Wheels.

Good isn't it? Don't tell anyone I told you." The trucks promised, but as Duck had said, you cannot trust trucks.

When Henry came back from the Works the whisper went round. "Here's Old Square Wheels," it said. "Old Square Wheels is back."

As Diesel had expected, it was only a matter of time before the trucks told Henry that Duck had invented the nickname.

"I'll give him Duck," Henry said furiously. "Just wait till I see him again!"

The trucks snickered, and Diesel smirked with satisfaction.

"That worked well," he said to himself. "Now, what can I think up about Gordon?"