#my basedness

[edraculation]

i think about your blog title like daily

thank yewwww

[pterrorgrine]

journalists do this shit very deliberately -- laying out your own view about which of these screen-dehumanizations is actually sympathetic is editorializing, but presenting the facts in a way that invites the reader to make the comparison is just reporting. which makes it sound like i'm criticizing the potential for doing this deceptively, but in many cases, such as here, it's honest, effective, and hella based.

It is really disturbing how people can lose their humanity and threaten you just because you *checks notes* sentenced their child to death :'(

[millionsknives]

in the basedment straight up conc’ing it. and by ‘it’ haha well let’s justr say. my clave

[guard-en]

been in a hankford mood. also. constantly getting cooler and baseder with my designs I think. huskier buff dadbod sanford is a good way to go methinks.

[spolew]

so far I agree… I have had to wiggle aggressively every time I wanted to be more than myself. You are responsible for forming who you are into who you wish you could be. It makes more sense when you get around to it, trust me…

You ever seen those videos of little baby reptiles hatching from an egg, opening their eyes, and immediately getting on the move with the full confidence that they know what they're doing? Like "hello, I have been aware of this world around me for 25 seconds and I have just decided that the best place for me is on the other side of this desk, which is the only surface I've ever known."

When you get old enough, that's how very confident newly adult teenagers start to feel like. They're like "hmm yes I'm 19, I have been a legal adult for a whole year now and I know exactly what I want to do with my life." And then they wiggle away real fast to that direction.

[visualmemoryunit]

wanna see a huge fucking spider in my basedment

[luke-shywalker]

Teenage Kylo Ren AU living in my brain rent-free

General Hux being ordered around by a literal child

General Hux not realizing Kylo is a 13yo until he stops wearing the mask, but Hux cannot show his reaction to this (inside he is like Ah. It explains so much.)

Rey is equally shocked when Kylo takes off his mask in the interrogation chamber and he is 13 and covered in zits. Kylo is sweaty and awkward and smells like Space Axe but keeps trying to rizz her up. It is absolutely disgusting.

Rey feels sympathy towards Kylo because she sees herself in him, how lost she felt as a kid (and still does) when she was abandoned on Jakku.

Everything with Kylo and his parents just becomes 10x more sad

Everything with Kylo and Snoke becomes 10x more disturbing

(Non-serious memery below)

*Kylo and Rey in the interrogation chamber* “So, uh. While I have you here. Can I interest you in a dramatic reading of my manifesto?” “No, thanks.” *choking back tears* “Well then can I read you my Minecraft FNAF crossover fanfiction”

“Supreme Leader…you said I could come to you with any questions about becoming one with the dark side…so…is it normal to have…” *whisper whisper* “No, Ren. That is not the dark side. That is puberty.”

*Finn sees Kylo maskless in the snow* “Awww hell no!!! THAT’S who we’ve been serving under this whole time??? If I’d’ve known THAT, I would’ve defected LONG ago. I almost feel bad now, beating up a little kid!” *Kylo screams and freaking bites his leg* “Welp, feeling bad over. It’s bullying children time”

*Kylo in tears* “Supreme Leader…you have showed me the ways of the skibidi…but I feel it again, the call to the sigma…give me the basedness to resist the gyat…to be a chad rizzler and dark-side-maxxing mogger…” *pauses to mew behind his mask* “Child…what the FRICK are you saying”

[supercomputer-lizard]

Loyalist basedness poll

I did the same thing for the traitors, so I’ve decided to make one for the loyal ones

edit: I’m going to use temp mail to make many alt accounts to make shitty reviews of my school, because fuck their sorry asses

edit 2: few hours later, I had a few complications and couldn’t do it

[tinkerbitch69]

Is wanting to get the psychohazard symbol tattooed on me a red flag?

Secularist society that takes the cigarettes approach to religion and it's totally legal but all religious texts require a big sticker thst says "THERE IS NO EVIDENCE FOR GOD" or whatever. And at the start of every sermon you have to give a disclaimer thst you're making it all up. Etc. Kinda based

[codename-sleuth]

you're becoming more based by the day /ref

In my experience basedness grows exponentially.

[moe-broey]

HUGE difference between "I never finished Three Houses" (🏘️ wait hold on. Wh. Why is there a Three Houses emoji. That is so specific.

Anyway HUGE difference between "I never finished Three Houses" (the story is probably good but my fuckinh god the calendar based gameplay wants my head on a pike. Missing important events/interactions due to the time based nature wants me DEAD. The general inflexibility when it comes to whatever cast of characters you're stuck with for what run like YEAH you can recruit dif students school arc but. The options still feel soooooo limited and if there's a house of characters you just don't vibe with but that's the run ypu have to do. Fuck your entire life. And then there's the time basedness of it all. The arc basedness of it all. The structure of it all IS DESIGNED VERY SPECIFICALLY to fucking Kill Me. You can't even fuck around and give yourself little side quests. The Fucking Time and Structure.) vs "I haven't finished Engage yet" (I have commitment issues 😔 I don't wanna let go.... 😟 I don't want it to be over 😢😢😭💔💔💔)

[jugemusequencer]

LALALALALALALA i cant HEAR you over my own BASEDNESS

[toy-sitting-anon]

what if the bridge on the river kwai but instead of POWs building a real bridge its a kid building a model bridge painstakingly and instead of [spoilers ig] alec guiness dynamiting it in horror as the 1st train is about to cross its aq hot girl delightedly crushing it right before the virgin rail-assage i meant to say rail-passage but the freudian slip is too good

~~more like the bridge on the river kawaii~~

hmm this gets at the most difficult tension at the heart of crushing toys

because it's really uncomfortable if it's crushing toys belonging to a character who's present, especially if they're a child. and adults who own toys (and play with them, or at least display them in a more interesting way than the funko pop wall of death) are based, and i don't want them to be punished for their basedness. but the scoundrels who look down on toy ownership, who truly deserve to have their toys crushed, well, they don't own toys.

(i suppose iot and similar rubbish is more likely to be owned by normies than cool nerds who know about security risks and can spot a scam, and small appliances are generally second to toys in terms of hotness to crush. but i'm not the juicero sitting anon am i.)

so the owner of the toys can't be a character whose despair is visible, and they can't be my toys (i like my toys! i don't want a girl to crush them.), or rather an observer-standin's toys. if you're importing assumptions from other kinks it's easy to round off to a this being something i want visited upon me or something i want to visit upon others. but that's not really the case and leaning into that can ruin it.

(well, if i really really hated someone maybe i would not mind seeing their toys eaten/crushed, because i am a bad person. but you don't generally, you know, do your kinks with people you really really hate and who don't want your kinks done with them. that's a separate thing and generally frowned upon.)

but it is generally hotter if the toys are like. owned, and she is vandalizing/stealing them. and it's hotter if it's burglary than if it's shoplifting. for unknown reasons.

idk a lot of the time it really is just "don't think about it too much," and then i do think about it and feel very guilty about all the fictional characters whose most treasured possessions my ocs have destroyed and it bums (ha) me out for a while.

i can loophole this somewhat by making the girls like. not understand the implications of ownership for some reason. like a time traveler from a post-scarcity future where people can trivially replicate new toys so telling someone "it's so fun to crush your toys!" in her origin culture is sort of equivalent to complimenting someone's cooking. or making her just kind of dense, or have a very weird value system.

idk it is very hot but like any true tumblrina it is difficult to keep the finger-wagging-geist from interrupting my imaginating.

anyway uhhhh what were we talking about? a model bridge? yeah it's hot if she sits on a model bridge

[yurisorcerer]

You find yourself grocery shopping and all of a sudden a french gentleman with a rapier approaches and throws one of his glove at you. "Have at thee" As you look around you, a crowd of eager onlookers have completely surrounded you two in ring made of peoples. What do you do in this situation?

I smirk. He smirks back.

"Pierre." I say. "It's been a long time."

He adjusts his cap with the tip of his sword looking very elegant and french as he does so. This, of course, is Pierre Le Franchgais, the legendary Eiffel Swordsman and one of the 27 Great Sword Lords of Europe. As one of the Great Sword Lords of North America, I am of course unable to decline his challenge, and I raise my arms to the sky, and begin the sacred chant to summon my own sword.

"Ihre Übersetzungssoftware ist nicht korrekt installiert!" I intone, as black rainclouds begin gathering within the grocery store itself, and rain begins to fall, drenching the fresh produce. "Bitte kontaktieren Sie so schnell wie möglich einen Techniker."

In my hand, in a flash of black lightning appears the magical zweihander known as The Owl-Killing Sword, so called for its ability to slay an owl, even if the owl is at rest or sleeping. It is a blade black as the night itself, as tall as I am, and covered in glowing blue runes from a forgotten tongue once spoken by the Headbanger Giants of Nebulous-13.

"The battle is joined." I say to Pierre.

"Hon hon hon." He responds.

We step forward toward each other at almost the exact same moment, a beautifully synchronized dance of singular super-sonic motion---so super-sonic one might mistake either of us for hedgehogs at a glance---and as we pass by each other, one of us cuts the other. For a moment, no one is sure who has cut whom, but in a single midnight-black flash of thunder, and with the sound of a clap of lightning, a massive split opens on Pierre's chest. He coughs up a glob of a deep red substance. Not blood, of course, as a true Frenchman, his bodily fluids are 100% pure wine.

"Sacre bleu." He chokes out. "You have come far from our last bat-tel in the War of le Sun Lords."

I grin. It's cocky and I know it is, but when you've bested a swordsman who challenged you in a single stroke and he doesn't know that you've been fucking his wife on the regular for 3 years, it's hard not to be. Still, better to let the man die with dignity.

"You've improved too, Pierre. Don't be hard on yourself."

The crowd begins to hoot and holler at my display of vast basedness and humility, but then, Pierre grins again.

"Indeed, mademoiselle….I have!"

Suddenly, the gushing wound running up the length of his chest explodes into four nimble tentacles of pure elemental wine-energy.

"Mon dieu!" I exclaim, for there is no other response to such an overwhelming display of Frenchness.

Thinking fast, I parry the first of the wine-tentacles, but a second lashes me on the shoulder as I deflect the third and fourth with my body, diving in front of an innocent bystander who happens to be an almost ontologically sexy older woman. I grin through the pain and she swoons in gratitude.

Turning back to Pierre, I regard him with disgust. "So, you too have sold your soul to Marshall Macron and his Vested Order. What did he offer you? Just this paltry command of wineblood? Did he promise you a share of France once he's fully conquered it? WHAT DROVE YOU DOWN THIS DARK PATH, PIERRE?"

"MON CHERIE....IT WAS YOU!" He points, accusingly, in my direction, both with his finger and with one of the wine-tentacles. "I know that you have slept with Bella-Marie all these years! I know that my child is not my own! What else would drive a man to such depths? You think I care for Monsieur Macron? NON! I care only for your HEAD, on a SILVER PLATTER!"

With fury, he wraps one of his wine-tentacles around his rapier, and wildly hurls it at me. I deflect only barely by invoking my Pennsylvania Dutch Golden Finch Technique---drawing a hex sign in the air to repel the blade---but this leaves him an opening to lunge at me with all four tentacles.

He has me pinned down! I'm on the ropes! But of course, fury is its own weakness, and I invoke the Ancient Southeast Pennsylvania High School Self-Defense Stance, and knee him in the balls, which causes him to reel back in pain.

This opening is enough. I invoke my ancestors; the great Keenich Amos Amos, the witchy swordmistress Lady Iron-fig, and call out to the spirits of the Headbanger Giants of Nebulos-13. I throw my sword; it impales Pierre through the throat and vintage Brunello floods the produce section, mixing with the thund'rous rain. Disgusting; he wasn't even honorable enough to replace his blood with a French wine.

As Pierre lay defeated, many beautiful women in the crowd including but not limited to the one I saved earlier swoon over me. I have defeated one foe, but know many more battles lay ahead....

[romanianslav]

Hey fraierilor !* 😎

This is Monu, pure product of Balkan basedness and Westoid cringe (sadly).

Daco-Roman by blood, stepping in the tracks of the great Burebista and Decebal. For normies, Romchadnian. For even more normies, Romanian. For Ameritards, vampire. Exilated in Fr*nce since... 10 years, if I remember well? Anyway, point is I've assimilated. So despite my own will, I'm half-Westoid by culture. I hereby apologise for all the shit I'll say. (yes, this is Western behaviour in itself)

I'm the admin of this page, and also of the amazing :

🎉IG : @balkantalia_memes🎉

So you may know me from there ! -> Say hi if you do, I don't bite! (on second thought... 🧛)

This is going to be a messy spam page, so here's a list of fandom I am/was in.

Yugotalia

(The one I'll spam the most, basically 90% of the content revolves around it)

Minor ones I "used" to be in (can always return):

Hetalia

Mystic Messenger

Ikemen Vampire / Ikemen Revolution

Bungo Stray Dogs

Saiki K

⚠️Before you leave ⚠️

Check out The Eastern European Project. It's a Hetalia / Yugotalia inspired AU where I created Eastern European country OCs, with the goal of them being the most accurate possible. It's a big mess and WIP for now, but I'll compile everything I have and hopefully make it justice one day.

*very nice Romanian word meaning "sweetheart"

[megamangx]

SCP EMERGENCY: a scp story

read other scp fics i did to get comntact on story of Might jenkins my originel scp oc

SCP EMERGENCY

MIGHT was in the lab with doctor shaw and gotted massage from o5 councel "might you must go to the basedment and milk the head lice" said 05 6 and might gotted downstairs with the bucket where a giant scp headlice anmoly was chainwed with a barn

"milking time" might said and squeezed milk from the head lice "help me" screamed a d class as the other gaint headlice pulled into back into the barn to lay nits on his back witch would burst out for sciantists to study "i do not liking that but it is to save millions of lifes so greater good is it what it is" might seid and wented to the lab again

doctor Clef comed and pointed to the map on wall "we have a mission in russia the flesh that hates has ecaped again from its olden days village,

Might got in helichopter and went to the mission in russia and there was fleash monsters "kill them they are not like us" they said picking up pichforks and ak478s but might used a laser machine to kill tons of them "we will protect the human race die evil monsters" and he lasered some more giving them laser.

doctor Clef jumped down with his ukulely witch turned into a machine gun as he opened fire on the flash "we need to find out how they got out of containment" said cleg "oh it" might said.

suddanly they notced there was russian army and gru bases everywhere with labs pumping flesh into people body "what is this depraved oparation" clef said and a big russian stong man picked him up and thorwed him out window "HE WAS MY FRIEND YOU BASTADRD DIE!" might opened fire but the big guy turned into flesh that hates and got real stong real fast "i will break you will russia power" he said but then doctor Kondraki was there with flamethrower "eat fire yeha!" he laughed burning the big bad russian guy.

Might was happy to see him "you got here slow haha" but then the leader og bad guys came in he was buff and half hate flesh IT WAS VLADMIER PUTIN "i am stronged now power and mighty with evil flesh and soon i will infect all russians with it even the childran to make them big and manly and stong and we will invade uklraine unstoppble then world will know power OF MASETER RACE!!" he said and punched might real hard through the brick wall.

some masked cultists with z banners kneeled to putin "we love you our great god are you better than jesus" said the cultist as putin grabbed his mouth and pumped flesh into it infecting him as he growed big with mustles and flesh "I WILL BREAK ENEMYS OF PUTIN!" said flesh cultist.

"russia people are my slaves and will die for me when order i own them" said putin

"YOU ARE MONSTER DO NOT BELONG ANYMORE IN WORLD!" Might sa9id powering up as he opunched into putin 1000s of times as he coughed up blood "HOW YOU STRONG I HAVE FLASH!" he said as might round house kicked him with super and Doctor clef and Kondraki combined attacks with power to blow putin away.

"We are the scp foundation we have power entrusting to us to stop threats like you" said might as he finished Putin off.

the flesh escaped underground as the cultists where arrated and sent to a special prison in space for study.

Might gotted back playing his steamdeck at the lab "what a day that was at least i didnt have to fight the sun this time" might laughed and the alarm camed on and it was 05 2 "might we need you a town has vbeen bnrainwashed by the christmas scp and everyone is christmas controlled"

might sighed "duty never ends haha"