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faeriescorpio · 2 months

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Mission Impossible Dashboard Simulator

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Why is it called the Impossible Mission Force if we've succeeded at almost every mission we've done? Impossible mission? More like possible mission

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she mission on my impossible til i task force

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this was an unnecessary addition to my post. i have your IP address.

#im going to tell Bravo Echo 11 what you wrote

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I can't believe that they decided to tell the public that it was a gas leak. how many gas leaks per month will the public accept??? theyre so gullible smh

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dude... don't know how to tell you this. it was really a gas leak this time.

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oh my god?! you're joking. well i guess one of them had to be real

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ha! got you. you're just as gulible as the general public it seems.

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BLOCKED.

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guys can we not reblog this. can we stop reblogging please

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i hate it here. let me resign.

#officelife #imissbeingafieldagent #workingforkittragefuckingsucks

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Hey guys. I'm new to tumblr. My partner told me to make an account. He also said to tell you guys some stuff about me but that seems like a breach of information.

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Dude. I promise no one's going to know it's you. You can share something, like, what's a hobby of yours?

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i climb things.

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...no. That's what you do for work.

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hello? did you just delete your account???

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guys talking to some of my peers and im encountering some strange opinions. just want to clear things up.

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jeez. reading the tags and some of you need a raise in morale. sure this was the only option that left you alive or free but after a certain amount of years most of you should be allowed to retire to a civilian life. couldn't be me though. i fucking love shooting people.

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sometimes a workplace rivalry is just as good as a workplace romance

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guys OP let his team leader give real nuclear launch codes to a terrorist. dont follow him

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I can neither confirm nor deny details of any operation without the Secretary's approval.

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you guys will not believe how insane my team is guys. the mask machine broke again and my team leader decided we would just go without masks. does anyone else have this problem?

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omg yes!! we always keep TWO mask machines on hand for all of OUR missions because one of them is always breaking! ive complained to the tech team so much but apparently its 'our fault' and we need to 'be more gentle' with the machines

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what do they mean, "be more gentle"?? i mean my team once had a guy slam the mask machine against our targets face and it broke. but i cant imagine other teams doing that

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yeah no that's.... why did you use the mask machine as a weapon? i... our problem is that we've been 'making too many masks at once' according to the tech. what.... how have your other mask machines broken....

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well now i don't want to say.

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#goodlord #imscared

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so was anyone going to tell me that the prisoner ive been transporting to america was actually the most wanted terrorist of our times. or was i supposed to find out when i dropped him off and the CIA congratulated me for keeping him contained.

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It wasn't your buisiness to know. especially if you're going to be talking about it on social media.

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im so sorry please dont fire me

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day 78 of saying FUCK THE CIA

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FUCK THE CIA

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HELL YEAH! day 1 of saying FUCK THE MI6

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HELL YEAH

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good evening everyone. you probably could figure out already by my manner of typing, but I am in fact the person who voices all your mission dossiers. I just want to say that I'm also responsible for gathering and summarizing all the information you need. and let me just say. you all have some serious shit going on. jesus christ.

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...and?

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and what? I'm glad I'm not a field agent. LOL

#my average day is me reading papers out loud #your average day is 'if your team is caught or killed you will be disavowed' LOL

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guys why is Lane kinda.... 😳

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??! no he's fucking not

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politely i disagree with you.

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YOU'RE looking at dossier photographs. *I* saw him IRL

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omg you met him?! can you get his autograph for me please

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what is wrong with you?!

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do you guys ever just sit in a local coffee shop and try to profile random strangers for fun

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no? wtf

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what? theyre civilians. its fun

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girl.... in D.C.? ain't no one a civilian

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Official IMF Heritage Post

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0 days without a disaster

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WHAT HAPPENED?!

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dude... you don't even want to know....

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thats all for now ^w^ i have more ideas

#unreality #dashboard simulator #this is fun actually what #mission impossible #ethan hunt #benji dunn #ilsa faust #william brandt #they are all there if you can find them ^w^#poll #polls

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yantalia545 · 4 months

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Yandere America who fell in love with a nation reader who's his perfect match/equal. She's as cunning as him, as influencial as him and as powerful as him, with her as his partner he knows that they'll be unstoppable together. The he sees in her is that she doesn't like him, like at all. Because a part of being as inteligent as him, is knowing who he really is. Due to her being his equal match, trying to get her in his usal way doesn't really work because she always has a plan to render his own useless. And her own government is not only aware of her capabilities, but is also extremely nationalistic so bribing them is a no go. So what is a man gotta do to get his girl?

To say you hated America would be an understatement. You loathed this man. You hated that you were equally matched. To be grouped with that man.

You hated how you could clearly see the kind of person America really is and how he blatantly reminds you of yourself no matter how much you'd like to deny it. What pressure for greatness can do to a person, or better, what horrible things you willingly did to achieve it. You won't deny it, you can't get power by having a world peace-giving mindset. There is no unlimited or anything in this world, someone must lose what they have if another is to gain anything.

America takes note of it though. Nothing gets through him. He may seem like a gullible goof to many, but behind the mask he uses, he can be quite calculating.

At first, his interest in you was purely out of conquest. America couldn't stand the thought of someone at the same raking as him. You were a threat. What if you teamed up with his greater enemies like Russia or Germany? He couldn't have that. America needed to take you down now before anything like that could happen.

You guys will go at it for years. Always trying to one-up the other in your own versions of the Cold War. Your ideologies, economics, and even preferences will debated and compared to America's. The two of you will be at each other's throats whenever possible. Often having to be pulled apart from each other during meetings.

However, over time, he got to see just who are and saw right through you. You're just like him. Someone who has to hide their true selves. The pain of it all. The pain of knowing who you really are. The constant fear.

He was in love. Finally, there was someone who could understand him. Truly understand who he really was. America never felt so exposed yet free before. It was addicting. And he wanted more.

No matter how many times you rejected him too, America always seemed to come around again. Always blabbering about how the two of you should join together and become the strongest alliance in the world. (Much to everyone's fears to mention). He does this all while his eyes glint in his eyes. It never fails to send a shiver down your spine, but you stay strong and try to seem unfazed.

America was painfully aware of the fact that he couldn't just take over your country like he could with nearly anyone else. If shady trade deals or political marriage is a go, then he'll just have to try the backway.

Anyone should know that brutality is only a display of power; A cover. True strength is the power to band the majority together under a common goal or interest.

America has already done it before, but he'll begin to spread more lies or just expose your true nature to others. This, in turn, will begin to spread seeds of doubt and fear of you in others. Hesitation will begin to build up in those around you as you try to make deals. Even Russia seems to second-guess himself before making decisions that involve you.

From there, America only has to wait.

History repeats itself. As everyone knows. It will only be a matter of time before another war or economic crisis erupts. Except this time, no one will be there to help you. You'll be exposed and alone. Forced into the hand of your greatest enemy. Much to his glee.

#hetalia #yandere hetalia #yandere #yandere america

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elevatortheory · 11 months

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barry being autistic is just really funny to me its like a joke but also the idea of him being real rep is very special to me too i have talked about this a lot SORRY i like discussing it . i like saying things . barry as an undiagnosed adult makes perfect sense because obviously john sr. and fuches would not know or understand any of that and would not bother to really look into it further than "hes shy" -> "hes depressed" . and also him being genuinely really dumb when the mainstream Consumerized autistic character has to be exctremely smart and catty and quick-witted and sarcastic . they have to still function in society and still be extremely intelligent to make up for it and theyre obsessed with science and cars and whatever the fuck . <- i know there are characters who arent like this in media but i specifically am talking about the MainStream CONSUMERIZED form of quirky cute uwu autism thats gotten popular the past few years . the kind where all you have to do is be a bit awkward and be a bit obsessed with something . while barry is sincerely dumb and doesnt understand simple questions and doesnt comprehend relationships and is so gullible and so stupid and the only "skill" he has that "makes up for it" is the skill that also results in him being alienated and In fact is a trait we as the viewer dislike him for . barry being awkward and nervous and oblivious is a very specific part of his personality most noticeable in s1 but as time goes on and he starts to seem more "normal" it can still be viewed as masking via the scenes where his "mask" (version of himself he tried to build) cracks and hes just as awkward and weird and oblivious again . his behavior from tricky legacies to the wizard is one specific moment of that to me . functionally hes a "savant" in that hes extremely dumb with one specific skill/interest that hes exceptionally talented/knowledgeable about. though i dont know if id consider that FULLY because he isnt like. his special interest isnt guns lol but he does have lots of odd little fixations and traits and those fixations are also heavily linked to his PTSD and father issues/abandonment issues and his need for validation . well anyways barry being very messy and fucked up and flawed and his mental illnesses/disorders contributing to it and they create lots of real long-term problems in his life which , though exaggerated or shown in different metaphorical ways, can be very accurate to what real people w/ those illnesses/disorders and even real veterans and survivors of war and stuff go through . but even then we get direct proof that barrys awkwardness and shyness wasnt caused BY the war or by john sr. or fuches because he was already like that as a child. and also i just like to use him as an example of how things can be canon by being inferrable and implied in the text without having to be directly stated . you make a character who is extremely awkward, terrible at relationships, cannot understand tone, rhetorical questions, or metaphors, who is extremely gullible to the point it gets him into serious trouble SEVERAL times , and who is finally again i keep bringing up the rain man comparison AGAIN he is compared to raymond from rain man, possibly the most well-known autistic character (and movie related to that) in america i would think . so like . at that point its canon without them having to explicitly state it at all . what was the point of this. oh barry is just good representation of a severely mentally ill person and a good commentary of how society and organizations can fail mentally ill people . and sally also i would like to talk about sally one day but i need to rewatch early s4 for that probably .... . i am very mentally ill and i like talking about how it can be shown in media (thumbs up emoji) . i dont know if any of these words form a coherent sentence

#rio rambles #i am also genuinely stupid and gullible and dont have any friends and cant navigate relationships . so he is special to me #like just seriously fucking dumb . doesnt understand references or rhetorical questions or metaphors .#will look up at the ceiling if you say the word gullible is written there .#no friends LOSER!#sorry this is the only “headcanon” i have for the show that i actually “care” about . with actual detailed reasonin g .#the rest (bisexual barry) (nonbinary barry) (lindsay being lesbian) are all just jokes to me . lighthearted #barry #<- sorry. saving it for myself

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belacqui-pro-quo · 11 months

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In this atmosphere of the breakdown of class society the psychology of the European mass man developed. The fact that with monotonous but abstract uniformity the same fate had befallen a mass of individuals did not prevent their judging themselves in terms of individual failure or the world in terms of specific injustice. This self-centered bitterness, however, although repeated again and again in individual isolation, was not a common bond despite its tendency to extinguish individual differences, because it was based on no common interest, economic or social or political. Self-centeredness, therefore, went hand in hand with a decisive weakening of the instinct for self-preservation. Selflessness in the sense that oneself does not matter, the feeling of being expendable, was no longer the expression of individual idealism but a mass phenomenon. The old adage that the poor and oppressed have nothing to lose but their chains no longer applied to the mass men, for they lost much more than the chains of misery when they lost interest in their own well-being: the source of all the worries and cares which make human life troublesome and anguished was gone. Compared with their nonmaterialism, a Christian monk looks like a man absorbed in worldly affairs. Himmler, who knew so well the mentality of those whom he organized, described not only his SS-men, but the large strata from which he recruited them, when he said they were not interested in "everyday problems" but only "in ideological questions of importance for decades and centuries, so that the man ... knows he is working for a great task which occurs but once in 2,000 years." The gigantic massing of individuals produced a mentality which, like Cecil Rhodes some forty years before, thought in continents and felt in centuries.

Eminent European scholars and statesmen had predicted, from the early nineteenth century onward, the rise of the mass man and the coming of a mass age. A whole literature on mass behavior and mass psychology had demonstrated and popularized the wisdom, so familiar to the ancients, of the affinity between democracy and dictatorship, between mob rule and tyranny. They had prepared certain politically conscious and overconscious sections of the Western educated world for the emergence of demagogues, for gullibility, superstition, and brutality. Yet, while all these predictions in a sense came true, they lost much of their significance in view of such unexpected and unpredicted phenomena as the radical loss of self-interest, the cynical or bored indifference in the face of death or other personal catastrophes, the passionate inclination toward the most abstract notions as guides for life, and the general contempt for even the most obvious rules of common sense.

The masses, contrary to prediction, did not result from growing equality of condition, from the spread of general education and its inevitable lowering of standards and popularization of content. (America, the classical land of equality of condition and of general education with all its shortcomings, knows less of the modern psychology of masses than perhaps any other country in the world.) It soon became apparent that highly cultured people were particularly attracted to mass movements and that, generally, highly differentiated individualism and sophistication did not prevent, indeed sometimes encouraged, the self-abandonment into the mass for which mass movements provided. Since the obvious fact that individualization and cultivation do not prevent the formation of mass attitudes was so unexpected, it has frequently been blamed upon the morbidity or nihilism of the modern intelIigentsia, upon a supposedly typical intellectual self-hatred, upon the spirit's "hostility to life" and antagonism to Vitality. Yet, the muchslandered intellectuals were only the most illustrative example and the most articulate spokesmen for a much more general phenomenon. Social atomization and extreme individualization preceded the mass movements which, much more easily and earliet than they did the sociable, nonindividualistic members of the traditional parties, attracted the completely unorganized, the typical "nonjoiners" who for individualistic reasons always had refused to recognize social links or obligations.

The truth is that the masses grew out of the fragments of a highly atomized society whose competitive structure and concomitant loneliness of the individual had been held in check only through membership in a class. The chief characteristic of the mass man is not brutality and backwardness, but his isolation and lack of normal social relationships. Coming from the class-ridden society of the nation-state, whose cracks had been cemented with nationalistic sentiment, it is only natural that these masses, in the first helplessness of their new experience, have tended toward an especially violent nationalism, to which mass leaders have yielded against their own instincts and purposes for purely demagogic reasons.

— Hannah Arendt, The Origins of Totalitarianism

#Quote #Hannah Arendt #Culture #Politics #History #Nihilism

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mightyflamethrower · 8 months

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Top O’ the Briefing

Happy Tuesday, dear Kruiser Morning Briefing friends. Caprinia was exceedingly adept at helping Walmart strangers believe that they could touch their toes even in their darkest moments.

Anthony Fauci — the chronic STD of tyrannical bureaucrats — is back to bother the nice people again. Worry not, faithful readers, I won’t spend too much time on the worm. Yesterday was a slow, federal holiday news cycle though, and I needed a foil for us patriotic, freedom-loving types.

I had zero hope that Fauci would fade away in retirement. He was beyond tedious when Donald Trump first weaponized him. He became the most insufferable human on Earth after Biden and Co. elevated him to secular cult god status. It wasn’t difficult to figure out that the guy would be polluting every spotlight he could find for the rest of his life.

The question is whether Fauci has staying power in the short attention span era. There are, after all, a seemingly endless supply of aspiring tyrants for American leftists to worship in lieu of Dr. Masksalot.

A recent television appearance by Fauci got interesting when an interviewer from CNN veered perilously close to journalism while talking to the not-so-good doctor. Michael wrote about it yesterday:

Modern-day journalism has transformed into nothing more than a progressive propaganda machine, so much so that when folks who work for big mainstream media outlets like CNN actually perform their duties as real journalists it’s so shocking it actually becomes the headline for other news content creators and aggregators. In other words, when a progressive media company suddenly adheres to old school standards of journalism and attempts to reach the truth and hold people in positions of power and authority accountable for their actions, it in and of itself becomes news. That’s how bad the media is right now. This is precisely why I’m writing this piece to discuss CNN host Michael Smerconish and his recent confrontation with the notorious and mostly hated Dr. Anthony Fauci, the former director of the National Institutes of Allergy and Infectious Diseases who headed up the government’s COVID response during the thick of the pandemic.

Smerconish is one of those kinda/sorta former Republicans who, upon the arrival of His High Holiness the Lightbringer Barack Obama, realized that he could make gobs of money by being a turncoat. This path to big paychecks still exists for conservatives in media; some of us have principles and integrity and weird stuff like that though.

As you have no doubt surmised, Fauci is making the rounds to join the COVID panic parade chorus that conveniently began rehearsals just as the Republican primary debates got underway. I’ve been at this far too long to believe that there’s any coincidence involved there.

Not surprisingly, Fauci reflexively began to babble about masks, which did prompt Smerconish to push back a little. It was… different.

Look, we know that Fauci and his ilk are going to try to revive the COVID freakouts whenever they need them, but I don’t think it’s going to work out that well. Many of my friends and colleagues think that people in extremely blue parts of the country are going to quickly fall back into their 2020 habits if told to do so by their government overlords and I disagree.

Read the room, tyrants, even your gullible lefties have moved on from the COVID protocols madness. Sure, the occasional “ZOMG WHY AREN’T PEOPLE WEARING MASKS?!?!?!?” loons will show up on social media, but it’s tough to keep the crazy cousins from wandering into the reunion in a big family. (I’m not sure where I was going with that either, but it makes sense if you ponder it for a while. I think.)

It’s a given that we right-wing nutjobs aren’t going to be big on compliance with any new COVID rules they might try to roll out. What’s going to be interesting is seeing which parts of America offer up the first signs of resistance from the Left.

Because it’s gonna happen.

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kramlabs · 10 months

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Hi I’m running for President.

I’m famous and my family is famous.

We never have worked at a fast food restaurant or cleaned our own house. Not even once.

Listen I need to level with you all. This has gone on way too long.

Politely.

My campaign and my fake opponent’s campaign do not give a solitary fuck about you.

At all. At all. At all.

Listen, personally I think some of you are super, but most of the people that we work for view you as just dumb gullible marks and it sucks that we have to come out here and do a song and dance with these jackals with the microphones and cameras and Ivy League thought police and World Economic Forum sociopaths.

We are all actors on a stage and sometimes we get the nod and prance out here and perform. We are all vetted by the Men Behind the Curtain who own us, they own you, wherever you work, wherever you live, wherever you bank…they own us all.

Everybody’s got a boss.

We have to come out here and do this stupid song and dance and emote and we hire PR douchebags from Yale to tell you stories, but the real story is Fuck you.

We don’t care if the military ran a live exercise and tested out toxic drugs on you, we don’t give a rat’s ass if your grandma was suffocated in the hospital or your newborn was born dead.

We don’t care if we murder thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions or billions. In Ukraine or the Middle East or in Ohio or Florida or Texas or New York City, in America or in Kanada or Aussie or Fraahhhnnncee or China or Korea or who gives a shit.

We just don’t.

We need you to worship us and make excuses for us and you will because you are useless eater gullible hapless dolts at our mercy and we are elites.

Some of us think there are too many of you and are aligned with our real bosses and some of us just stick our heads in the sands and go along because whatever. What do you care? Said Rockefeller to Aaron Russo.

We have minders and bankers who have arranged everything in advance, and we don’t give a fuck if our minders set trains on fire or push jabs into your precious little useless eater kids, or make up rules where Grandpa gets to die with a warm glove of water on his hand, again, we just don’t give a fuck. At all. At all. At all.

We are not going to investigate anybody, nobody is going to jail, we are going to parties and our Yalies and our Harvards and Stanfords and our MITs and our Gleaming Talking Heads are going to look at you with fake sympathy and “feel your pain” like that Stanley Tucci character in Hunger Games and then we are just going to keep murdering y’all because again…we just don’t give a fuck.

Maybe some of our True Believer minions do give a fuck, but they will sell your ass out in a heartbeat if we just give them the charismatic song and dance at a private dinner and make them feel pretty and look in their eyes and say, “we did the best we could”.

Dumbasses.

We will be unveiling new injections soon and we’ve already paid off or threatened your fake resistance to spin this as a positive and they do so as instructed. We will be dropping the hammer soon with a new fake pathogen and a banking collapse and probably a cyber attack and some new cancer causing vectors because we have to get rid of most of you.

We have satellite phones and bunkers and stuff. Most of our Middle Managers will get a rude shock that they don’t get the golden ticket into the bunkers. Maybe you all can tear them to shreds for us as we watch on the monitors and fine dine and clink glasses.

We will also probably need to escalate world war with Russia and then China, but we’ve got the elites of those nations on board as well. The fun part is all the saber rattling and watching all those jackals with the cameras salivate for war.

In the meantime, we have prepared some Tucker Carlson and Russell Brand and Kim Iversen and some good old Pfizer Bad rah rah, and for those of you truly stupid dolts hanging on for dear life, the old legacy media favorites.

There may be some race riots and food shortages and we may try to swing a trans-riot for shits and giggles and we are definitely monitoring you everywhere, so don’t think that you can run some kind of resistance.

I feel like it’s important to say honest things because Truth is like a lion.

Now go out there and vote harder!

Just kidding, we’ll give you whoever we feel like and if you don’t like it, that’s too bad.

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cloudstrifing · 1 year

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Let’s Purify ✩ Body & Mind!!

rating: T

relationship: geto suguru/gojo satoru (jujutsu kaisen)

chapters: 1/2

words: 7,000~

tags: friends to lovers, modern au (no curses), reunions, the one where geto runs a wellness scam bc you know he would

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“I missed this,” Satoru says. “Just … hanging with you.”

Suguru’s heart throbs against his ribs.

“Wow. America must’ve been a lot less exciting than I thought.”

Satoru punches him in the shoulder. There’s no strength behind it.

“Shut up, dude. I only had one best friend, and he wasn’t there.”

A vortex of emotions opens up in Suguru, tugging and swirling until he feels dizzy. Sadness for the years they lost. Regret for not treasuring what he had. Fierce joy at the chance to have it again.

“Yeah, well.” He swallows. “I missed you too.”

Suguru makes a modest living selling crystals and vitamin powders to gullible suckers online. It’s not much, but hey, a man’s gotta eat.

Then Satoru waltzes back into his life. It almost makes him want to do better.

>> on AO3 here <<

#satosugu #goge #my fic #im having fun w this one hehe #risa to me displaying interest in geto a few months ago: dont get attached #me alrd putting on my clown shoes:#anyway pls enjoy :3c

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shotofchinaco · 1 year

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Offering up a “little update” on Friday night, Fox News host Laura Ingraham admitted that the story of homeless vets being displaced by migrants was a hoax, adding that she had “no clue” why a group would make up a story her network stoked days of outrage over.

A week after the New York Post reported the sensational tale of 20 “struggling homeless veterans” getting booted from upstate New York hotels to make room for asylum-seeking migrants, the story fell apart. In reality, Sharon Toney-Finch, the CEO of a veterans’ advocacy organization, had concocted the tall tale and apparently even recruited men from a homeless shelter to pose as the displaced vets for the media.

#make america gullible again

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So Sean once again is doing his stupid "Thankmas" *Charity* event on Dec 10th. His stannies are losing their minds and licking his boots so much because "He care's about helping people and he is so generous all the time!"

Y'all... Are you? Are you serious?!?!?! This man doesn't give two shits about ANY charity he uses (It's the same with every rich person YouTuber or Not. Including Markiplier and MatPat!) They don't do these Charity Livestreams to help anyone but themselves! Haven't you noticed they wait until the last moment at the end of the year to suddenly give two shits about raising money?

IT'S FOR TAX PURPOSES! These events are planned by their lawyers and accountants to make sure they owe nothing to the government and can write it off as a tax break.

Y'all ever even stop to think WHY they use Tiltify instead of having the donations go directly to the Charity's website?!?!?! It's because that money they guilt out of their fans that is collected by Tiltify is donated IN THEIR NAME ALONE! (Yes, you can claim any money you give on your own taxes) but the kicker here is all that money raised is then donated in the person's name who ran the campaign! Sean literally is using his fan base to pay his taxes for him! He got a tax credit for 5.3 MILLION DOLLARS as a write off because he was the one who gave it to the actual charity!!

I'm losing my god damned mind over how stupid and gullible fandoms are! It's not about doing the most good. It's about pressuring and guilt tripping people with less money then they have to donate as much as they can so the person who runs the campaign won't have to pay taxes. It's DISGUSTING!!!

Remember that Cloak "Donates".. Oh wait. Omfg. Okay I just looked at Cloak's website and they removed the mention of them Donating 10% of sales to the Trevor project. They now claim they are working with "Feeding America" and that "A portion (not disclosed) of proceeds from *Select* purchases will *Work towards* donating 1 Million meals to the charity. (1 dollar is 10 meals). This is absolutely bonkers!

So they have the unspecified amount of money from their Merch/Brand sales also working to give them that sweet tax write off.

Sorry about the rant. I just needed to get that out of my head. 🖤

WHY DOES LITERALLY NO SINGLE FAN UNDERSTAND THIS. We sound like broken record each and every year simply because these stans are the literal definition of 'dumbass bitches' and not in a good way.

do NOT donate ANY money to thankmas. if you want to help, Go volunteer at a shelter, Donate your money to actual people that ACTUALLY need it and not jack motherfuckin septiceye. Donate to trans people. Donate to ukraine, Donate to people living in poverty and people that will have the hardest winter ever. Give THEM your support. Not to some rich ass dumb millionaire that wants your clout. Be SMART this holiday season. Don't be an asshole. Actually help other people instead of your own need of ego inflation. Anyone who doesn’t signalboost the everloving fuck out of this PSA is in my opinion a giant fucking asshole.

#jacksepticeye #markiplier #matpat #thankmas #cloakbrand #cloak

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surprise-nikki · 1 year

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The Sweetest Thing (ns.tl.oc)

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WORD COUNT: 2481 WARNINGS: 18+ (minors dni) , mentions of drugs/alc,

Brandi swirled her tongue against the pink cocktail straw, slurping up mainly melted ice and lime garnishes. She rested an elbow on the bar, looking out at all the people that staggered from one room to another. She hardly recognized half of them. Actors, musicians, comedians. You name it; they all filled the walls of this beachfront home. Brandi turned to face the tender and looked at all of the different selections of liquor on the wall. "Can I just get another vodka tonic?" The man nodded, preparing the items. "And for you sir?"

"Yeah, I'll do a jack and coke." Brandi looked the man up and down, strangely admiring his long dark curls and lanky, tatted body. "Some party, huh?" He looked down to the blonde, sporting a sloppy grin. Brandi gave a slow nod as she picked up her drink from the counter. Her lips pursed at the bitter taste. "It's a nice pad, but I've heard the owner is kind of a bitch." He laughed, nudging her with an elbow as they both faced the waves of people that crashed through.

"This is my house." She looked up at him with a flattened expression of disgust. Whoever he was, he was gullible.

The man froze, proceeding with caution. There was no coming back from a comment like that. He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand as a lump grew in his throat. "I'm sorry. I'm not good at-"

"I'm kidding." Brandy laughed, swirling her drink with a new straw. "Fuck, you're mean!" He shook his head, flashing the same grin that left her with a flutter in her chest. "Sorry, I had to. I'm Brandi, Brandi-" she held out a hand before being interrupted. "Brandi Wilson! America's Sweetheart. I remember you from MTV." She nodded in embarrassment as he waved his hands to her nickname. "I will pay you to never call me that again."

"We'll, I'm Tommy. Tommy?" He laughed before waiting for her to finish his equation. Only, she had no idea who he was. Brandi winced at the forthcoming awkwardness. "Tommy?"

"Lee. Boy, you really are mean. Aren't ya?" He folded his arms, with a snarky half smile. "I wish I was." Brandi covered her face and shook her head with a laugh. "I know you're in a band... Is it Motley-"

"Yes it's Motley Crue." He was so chatty, never giving her an opportunity to talk. Normally, she'd be frustrated with this and talking over him. But she was utterly enamored with his charisma and ability to make interrupting so charming. "So have you never listened to us?"

Brandi slowly nodded, "we'll I've heard you on the radio, does that count?"

"No it fucking don't." The musician laughed and stood from the barstool with his eyes pressed shut, smiling in her direction. "What's so funny?"

"I just think that's cool. Y'know that you like, don't give a fuck about us." Brandi forced her drink down before laughing. "It's not that I don't care, I just have more things to do than obsess about boys in a band." She gave a flirty glance, snaking her way closer to him before turning back to the bar. This many drinks made her far more generous with conversation and bolder than she truly was.

"Thank you, please tell Ms. Thomas that this was a lovely party. And that I'll catch up with her soon." She left a tip on the counter and grabbed her bag, only to be stopped by Tommy's hand. "Wait where ya going?"

"Home, the last thing I wanna do is congratulate Heather on another casting." She rolled her eyes in the success of her previous costar. After working together last year, it seemed like she was getting roles from every direction while Brandi was trying her best to stay relevant. Her star was burning out before it even lit.

"Well, can I walk you home?"

"I drove, but thank you." She turned away, swinging the keys around her finger, noticing the lanky musician following behind her. "I told you I drove!" Brandi laughed, as he grabbed her hips, directing her outside of the crowd. "Don't worry. I'm just making sure you get to your car safely." She stumbled over her feet, realizing how much alcohol she'd really had that night. She rested her weight against him, letting him do all of the heavy lifting as she trudged her feet in front. As much as she wanted to focus on the walk to the car, the feeling of his lower body against her tore threw her mind like a bulldozer. "Maybe I should drive. Where's your car, anyway?"

"I'm not letting a stranger drive me home." The blonde shook her head, growing more nauseous as they approached her car. "This is me. Is it hot out here?" Brandi fanned herself with one hand while the other rested against her forehead. The two stopped at a kinetic blue '72 Camaro with two white stripes down the hood. "No way this is your car, Wilson." She nodded, folding her arms while Tommy scoped the car out. "It was actually my brothers. When he passed away, it was the only thing I wanted. I couldn't let it go to someone who didn't know how much it meant to him, y'know?"

"Even more of a reason that I should drive you home." Tommy smirked, taking steps closer to her. Inches from each others faces, Tommy dug in her coat pocket for the keys before turning back to the car. "Hop in, princess."

They pulled into the complex, neither of them wanting to part. The ride home was full of laughter, a laugh that Tommy could hear for the rest of his life. "Listen to that." He grabbed her hand as they waited for the elevator doors to open, placing it over his chest. "That's my fuckin' heart, dude. I think I'm in love with you."

"Oh shut up." Brandi giggled, rolling her eyes. They took the lift up to her floor, stepping immediately to her living room. "We'll this is where I leave you, huh?" He glanced around from the four walls of the private elevator. Brandi nodded leaning her dead weight against a table, in attempt to untie her boots. "Let me help you." Tommy walked to the couch, sitting beside her as she laid with her back to the seat cushion. He untied the first boot, pulling it gingerly off of her velvety skin.

God, he could see this being a nightly routine. So many times did he fall in love but this was different. This was that fairytale shit. He slid off the other boot, running his free hand up her bare thigh. The blonde looked up at him over thick lashes. "I should probably go." He stumbled out. He closed his eyes in disbelief. He was blowing his shot. "I mean, I'd love to stay but I-"

"It's fine, I'll see you around. Okay?" Brandi propped herself on her elbows with an affirming smile. Tommy nodded, cramming his hands in his pockets as he rose to his feet. Brandi stripped from her jean skirt, letting her white Calvin sweater fall over her upper thigh. Tommy sighed, licking his lips as threw his head back. "Goodnight, Brandi."

"Goodnight, Tommy." She smiled, deviously, as the elevator doors came to a close.

She stumbled down the hall and to her bed, in full disbelief of what happened. Or what almost happened. She pulled the covers over her head, trying to convince herself it was a dream. But still, she couldn't stop from thinking about him. His smell, his eyes, everything was so mesmerizing.

"Brandi? Playboy is on the phone again. Should I tell them you're out of town still?" Brandi nodded, cracking one eye to the daylight. "Ugh, please." She sat up with a yawn, noticing she was still in her clothes from the night before. She walked in her bathroom and began brushing her teeth. "Hey, Jess? How did I get home last night?" She called to her best friend, toothbrush still in her mouth, with no response. "Jess?" Brandi tied her hair in a bun before walking into the living room in awe.

dozens of roses filled her coffee table, end tables, hell even the floor. "What the hell is all this? Are these for you?" She asked as Jess cooked at the stove top.

"What kind of question is that, B? No one falls in love with the Americas Sweetheart's agent." Brandi laughed grabbing the card from the largest arrangement.

In case you needed some band to obsess about -T

She looked down at a small rectangular package in silver wrapping. "So what is it?"

"It's a cassette tape for Motley Crue's new album."

"Motley Crue? When'd you start listening to them?"

"I don't. It's from Tommy Lee."

"The drummer?" Jess snatched the note from her friend's hand in shock. "What does this mean?"

"I don't know, Jess. We met at Heather Thomas' party last night, he must have took me home." Brandi moved a bouquet off of the couch and took a seat, blushing at the amount of effort Tommy'd taken after one day. "Are you gonna call him?" Brandi shrugged, looking at the phone number on the card.

"One on One Recording, how can I direct your call?" "Oh! I must have the wrong number, I'm so sorry."

"Is this Ms. Wilson? You have the right number, one second."

"It's a recording studio." Brandi whispered to her friend and listening to the jingle playing over the holding period.

"Brandi? It's Tommy. I'm so glad you called. Did you get my gifts?"

"Yeah, I did. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with all these flowers. But they are lovely. Thank you, Tommy."

"I didn't wanna miss your call. We're down here doing some bonus tracks for the deluxe album. I'm gonna be stuck down here all day. You wanna swing by? Give that new cassette a listen?"

"He wants me to go there!" Brandi covered the speaker to the landline, whispering to her friend. "Don't! They're crazy." Jess looked in disgust to her friend for even considering the possibility.

"Uh, sure! I'll be there in a little while." Brandi shrugged in fear of turning the drummer down.

"Kick ass. I'll see you soon." And with a click, Tommy was gone. "Ugh, I mean, he was pretty cute."

"I guess, but it's your reputation on the line!" Jess yelled as Brandi walked down to her room. She pulled out a pair of acid washed jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. Tying her hair into a messy bun, she ran a curler through her bangs to make them look a little more styled. Her makeup, near the same as yesterday, only needed a quick sprucing.

Brandi stuck the cassette into her player, putting the car in drive. She winced at the hard rock blaring through the speakers. Only recognizing it's title track throughout the whole drive.

She walked into the studio, looking in each room for the boys. Only to find them in the loudest room with someone banging Tommy's head against the crash cymbals while everyone laughed. She knocked lightly on the door as it slid open. Tommy looked up at the man and pushed him off. "Brandi! You made it! Guys, this is Brandi. Brandi, this is Sixx, Vince, and Mick."

Everyone gave a polite welcome, leaving an uncomfortable silence in front of her. It was clear, she wasn't welcome and they were having fun before she showed up. "We can just hangout another time, Tommy. It's not a big deal." Brandi slung her purse back on her shoulder with a hand on the door. "No, stay. Please. We're just about to play. You 'gotta hear this, babe." The pet name took her back, but not in a bad way. It was cute, just like him. Only, when they started playing, Brandi pretended as best as she could to enjoy it.

"How was that, Blondie?" Nikki asked with a smirk. Brandi hit the P.A button and smiled. "Good! You guys sound amazing."

"She hated it, drummer." Mick mumbled. Brandi blushed, shaking her head. "No, I didn't. I swear!" Lies.

"Relax, he's just playing." Nikki chuckled, pushing his bangs from his eyes that glowed. "Let's wrap this up. I think we should take Blondie out."

"It's 11am." Brandi interjected, following the boys as they left the room. "Perfect timing." Tommy smiled, dropping an arm on her shoulders. "Just leave your car here. I can take you to pick it up tonight." Tommy hopped on his motorcycle, inching forward to make room for Brandi.

"You want me to get on that thing?"

"Or you can get on mine." Nikki called from across the parking lot. Brandi shook her head, hiking one leg over Tommy's bike. "Please don't kill us."

"Have a little faith, princess." He laughed, looking over his shoulder. They took the longest way possible, ending up at the Rainbow. Camera's surrounding them as soon as they stepped off. Tommy took her hand, walking into the bar. They took their orders, Tommy insisting on ordering for her.

Brandi pulled the lime from the side of her glass, giving it a suck. "That's my girl." Tommy smiled, sitting beside her in the booth. "So is this what you guys do? Just hangout and drink? I'm not judging or anything-"

"That's only the beginning, Blondie." A waitress handed them a tray full of white powder, making Brandi's heart race at the sight. "I- I have to use the bathroom, could you let me out please?" She asked pushing harder and harder against Tommy's side. "What? Yeah. Move, Sixx." Nikki took his bump before rising to his feet. "Yeah, I'm gonna go look at those magazines. Think I saw one with your dick on the cover." Nikki grabbed at his bulge with a laugh, pinching his nose as he followed in Brandi's direction. They turned the corner away from the group that seemed to pay no mind.

Nikki grabbed her hand as she reached to push the door open, spinning her around to face him. "What are you- Let me go." He walked against her until her body met the wall. He licked the corner of his mouth and shook his head. The smell of Jack Daniels and stale cigarettes trailed to her senses. "Whatever you're doing to me, Blondie. It's fucking working."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Brandi questioned. It was rare for her to get mad enough to curse, 'America's Sweetheart' could never. He grabbed her face between his thumb and forefinger, cramming his tongue in her mouth. Brandi's knees quivered, tongue fighting back passively. Nikki pulled away, putting a finger to his lips before walking away.

I wish I could tell you this was a love story. Sure there is love, but this is about deceit, betrayal, and blind unadulterated lust.

#motley crue #motley crue fanfic #tommy lee #nikki sixx #mick mars #vince neil #80s fanfic

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INTRODUCING - ALISON CLAIRE CHAMBERS.

GENERAL INFO.

- Preferred name / nicknames: Alison for acquaintances and professional peeps, Allie & Al for friends & more, and Chambers for whoever’s willing. - Age: 27. - Birthday: June 13th, 1995. - Zodiac: Gemini. - Gender and pronouns: Cis-female & she/her. - Sexuality: Bisexual. - Relationship status: Single. - Hometown: Bradford Springs, Colorado. - Current residence: South Side. - Length of time in Bradford Springs: Born and raised for 18 years, moved to Los Angeles, CA for 7 years, been back for 2 years. - Occupation: Waitress at the Little Goat Diner. - Faceclaim: Zoey Deutch.

BIOGRAPHY SUMMARY.

Trigger warnings: mention of death and mental illness.

Born on a summer day in Bradford Springs, Colorado, Alison Claire Chambers opened her brown hues to a loving mother, two older siblings, and no father in sight. Quickly learning that her father passed away shortly before she was born, it affected her enough, but luckily, she had three amazing family members to look up to. In her young eyes, she saw her sister as an incredible role model and her brother as her hero.

Being the little sister to Branden and Riley Chambers was truly amazing, but the age difference between all of them made Alison feel more than left out. She was playing dress-up with friends while they were learning how to drive, so the setback hit home for the baby of the family. Exactly ten and eight years younger than her siblings, she had a hard time connecting with them on shared similarities. This was when she picked up a hobby that quickly turned into the love of her life - singing. When she opened her mouth, an angelic, unforgettable tone was heard and many words followed.

Alison grew into a large personality that shined bright and had an impact on people around her. Aside from being passionate about singing, she was outgoing, overly friendly, trusting, lovable, and most importantly, chatty. She was a firecracker with a piercing voice, and due to this, most people labeled her as annoying. People could take away her happiness by being annoyed with her, but they could never steal her voice.

After graduating high school, Alison was ready to take her talent for singing to the next level. Like any other vocalist in America, she said farewell to her family, companions, and Bradford Springs before she moved to Los Angeles, California. She was a prepared vocalist, but everybody she tried out for thought otherwise. Rather than seeing a youthful lady with an adoration for singing, they saw an irritating, as well smiley, gullible young lady who they didn’t want to be around. Once the numerous failed tryouts got to be too much, she got in contact with her family and moved back home.

Arriving back to Bradford Springs, Alison wasn’t her regular happy-go-lucky self any longer. She felt pitiful and sad most of the day, and singing didn’t bring her pure delight like it used to. Many weeks afterward, she was diagnosed with depression and learned that her father battled with it before he passed away. After weeks of treatment and beginning her medication process, she got out of her bed, put a grin back on her features, and chosen it was time to live her life again. Beginning to sing once more, her bright identity started to sparkle once more as she kept her voice to herself and started to work as a waitress at the Little Goat Diner, taking one day at a time.

PERSONALITY TRAITS & FACTS.

Traits:

(+) Friendly, energetic, and outgoing.

(-) Annoying, loud, and outrageous.

Facts:

Alison has no filter whatsoever - she says things people often think and loves every second of it.

She believes to be the life of the party and makes sure everyone is having a great time.

She has an incredibly loud laugh - her laugh makes others laugh and she loves to make others laugh in any way she can.

She loves to talk to strangers and is incredibly generous whenever someone is in need of anything.

She doesn’t handle rejection well - she shuts down and if she’s around others, the tension is easily felt.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Ages 0-18 - Bradford Springs, Colorado.

Childhood friends

Childhood best friend

Unlikely friend(s)

Ex-boyfriend

First girl she experimented with (possible ex-girlfriend)

Party friends

Age 18-25 - Los Angeles, California.

Craigslist roommate

Fellow aspiring singer friends

New friend(s)

Drinking buddies

Blind/Bumble/Tinder date(s)

Flings/exes of any gender

Age 25-Present - Bradford Springs, Colorado.

Bad/good influence(s)

Current best friend

Good/close friends

New friends

Therapist

FWBs

#bsco.intro #( trigger warnings. )#( trigger warning | death. )#( trigger warning | mental illness. )

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lesmiserablesabridged · 1 month

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The Terrible Thenardiers: What Really Happened on the Battlefield

Narrator: In...

Thenardier: Hold on, this is my backstory to tell!

Napoleon: No, it's mine!

Thenardier: Mine.

Napoleon: Mine! Anyhow, what do you have for me, Lafayette?

Lafayette: Um...Vive le Republique!

Napoleon: Precisely. Now bring in the Colonel. I need his loyal ass right here!

Georges: You called for me?

Napoleon: Yes, I need you to show the Austrians who is boss!

Georges: I'll try my best.

Napoleon: Right. You'll find some expendable soldiers outside. Now go.

Georges: I'll start right away!

Napoleon: Now I heard these boots will make me taller...can't hurt to try them on.

Thenardier: If you thought this was about Napoleon, you are mistaken! Brace yourselves, for it is...

Georges: Exposition time! My name is Colonel Georges, and my loins made a human being who would be relentlessly mocked. By everyone.

Thenardier: And I am Thenardier, first name unknown. Come to think of it, that seems to be a trend.

Georges: Right, here we are. On the battlefield. Now we just need to win in the name of Napoleon...Oh...I've been shot...

Thenardier: Stealing money from dead soldiers is profitable! Oh, this one is alive...crap...he'll get me arrested...

Georges: Thank you, kind Sir, for saving my life. Are you a Sergeant?

Thenardier: I am. I am.

Georges: Thank you for saving my life. I won't forget. Should we meet again, I will be sure to help you.

Thenardier: Man, that guy sure was gullible. I wonder what happened to him.

Narrator: Let's find out.

Georges: Oh, look, I got married! My wife is pretty.

His unnamed wife: I popped out a baby. It's a boy. I shall name him Marius!

Georges: A pretty name.

His unnamed wife: And now I die.

Georges: I need someone to raise my child because I cannot do it myself!

Fantine: Omg, you are like me!

Both: And our children get married! *they finger-gun one another*

Gillenormand: I'll take him! I need someone to lavish all of my grandfatherly love onto! Also, you're forbidden from seeing him again, ever!

Thenardier: There are no coincidences in this narrative. *chugs a glass of milk, but it's actually brandy disguised as milk* I love drinking. I turned my passion into profit by opening an inn! Oh, and I too have a wife and five kids, who are all important, though some more than the others.

Narrator: Well, by the end, you'll only have one.

Thenardier: Well, by the end, your boys will all die and I will win!

Narrator: NOOOOOOO...!

Thenardier: Children roll call! Eponine!

Eponine: I am cute and I have morals. I die at the barricade.

Thenardier: Azelma!

Azelma: I end up in Americas where I abuse the native folk.

Thenardier: Gavroche!

Gavroche: I am likeable. I also die at the barricade.

Thenardier: And the other two, whoever they were.

Madame Thenardier: I could have married a bourgeoisie. Instead, I got this guy.

Narrator: Yeah, well...at least yours isn't dead! Speaking of which, come here, boys! You all get a hug!

Les Amis: Gladly. *They come over and are given a hug, each*

#les miserables abridged #monsieur thenardier #madame thenardier #eponine #azelma #gavroche #georges pontmercy #marius pontmercy #gillenormand #fantine les mis #les amis #sillyposting

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rpgse7enx4 · 3 months

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All that glitters is not gold - The realities behind the image/story/object (a real life aspect): Canal 5 Mexico, Al servicio de la communidad (At the service of the community) and missing person Selene Delgado Lopez - By RPG.

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(Above) Segment from Canal 5's "Al servicio de la communidad", airing to provide insight on missing people from various areas in Mexico throughout the early 1990s until the 2000's.

A notable name in this broadcast was one 18 year old "Selene Delgado Lopez", a woman who had apparently disappeared from Delegation "Alvaro Obregon" (District "Alvaro Obregon") on the 22nd of April sometime 30 years ago.

The case of Selene interested the minds of true crime enthusiasts, and those willing to find missing people in a heartbeat; though with endless researching and outreach, there were no leads or any proof that she had even existed in the first place. People in Mexico started to make up theories that she was kidnapped and used in human trafficking, but without any proof their claims came to no avail.

Selene's missing persons case soon started to dissolve into a mystery, and as time went past more and more people started to conclude that she was either dead or hadn't existed and that it was just a PR stunt made by Canal 5. Theories of her disappearance, and the involvement of organised crime came after a slew of other high profile cases sprung up in Mexico involving missing women and girls; who had succumbed to unimaginable fates. A note, and fact, to make about Central and South America is that countries in that region are a hotbed for crimes related to the exploitation of women; for example, Honduras and El Salvador to this day hold the highest rates of Femicide (honour killings involving the "sacrifice" of women to apparently "stop misfortune within the family")...and the sad thing is that cases like these aren't usually concluded due to the influx in police corruption and extortion.

In 2020, the case was amplified again; with people announcing that the apparent missing girl was found alive, and rumours of a social media account began to show up. An account called "Selene Delgado" began to be shared around to people with a warning attached, stating that this person was "friends with many people on Facebook" and that there was no way to block her; turning out to all be a huge hoax to scaremonger those gullible enough to believe it.

September 2nd 2021. Youtuber "FlorecitaDreams" uploads a video of themselves attempting to disseminate the likeliness of her even being a real person by using photographic evidence and advanced software to prove that it was just a collage of pictures put together. Doing this, they collated the supposed picture of Selene Delgado Lopez and the Baton Rouge killer Derrick Todd Lee:

A note: The picture of Derrick Todd Lee is a computer rendered E-Fit of the murderer and not an actual photo of Derrick.

E-Fits are superimposed images made by collating various facial features often given in witness testimonies to make a somewhat over-exaggerated face; faces are made exaggerated for one sole reason, so that they are recognisable even by identifying someone based on one facial feature. E-Fits are commonplace in use in both criminal cases, trying to catch a murderer or unidentified suspect, or in hopes of identifying a unidentified corpse (in this case, laboratories like FACES Lab will use exhumed skulls and 3d imaging software to produce a look-a-like to what their facial structure might have been; this of course depends on the severity of structural damage to the body part).

With this investigation done by FlorecitaDreams, they made the argument that the Selene Delgado Lopez face was just a manipulation of Derrick Todd Lee's; going over sophisticated mathematical explanations just to try and prove that the face wasn't real in the first place.

FlorecitaDreams uses a graph make-up to show the likeliness and familiarity between inanimate and unrealistic beings to a healthy human. It goes into extensive depth exposing whether or not the being in question accentuates movement like a human does.

As a summary, the case still remains unsolved; though multiple sources have attempted to debunk potential fallacies to do with both the missing persons case itself and the rumors around it. Its illusive to whether or not the person existed, or if they were just a figure of someone's oddly creative

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