#okie doke

[artzybumpkin]

With the follower numbers having steadily grown (which is highly, HIGHLY appreciated🙏 I feel so honored to have gained an audience like y'all, as well as having met so many cool people!), I may have to do a sweep soon!

Seeing a lot of ageless blogs, so I implore y'all to list anything from: age, age range, or in the very least confirm that you're an adult (18 or over)

I'll wait 3 days, so until Sunday, to give you a chance to update your bios. Otherwise I'll be blocking/soft blocking anyone I suspect to be a minor! PLEASE understand that it's simply for the sake of your safety and that it's in no way personal!

Take care, luvs❤️

[da-ill-spot]

Music Video: Okie Doke & Seefor Yourself- Mike Jack Summer

Ch-check it! New heat from the fam Okie Doke and Seefor Yourself with “Mike Jack Summer.” It was produced by Seefor and the video was shot and directed by Mike Griffen of Mike-n-Ike Studios.

You can stream and support with a download of the track here!

[mieczyhale]

so today on Things I Didn’t Know Because I’ve Never Heard Of It Before:: there are actually people who claim that jews were responsible for the death of jesus. as if it’s not Right There that it was romans, typically ones with some level of influence, like.. mob mentality-ing the shit out of other romans. the passion was read on sunday and jews aren’t even mentioned?? like what passion are you guys reading?? what the fuck is even going on at y’all’s churches??

sometimes i hear about other christians, just like.. in general, and i have to take a moment to thank god she did not put me anywhere near that environment. my church isnt perfect, and no religion is perfect, but at least i have never known a person who blames jews for anything; let alone the fuckin crucifixion

it’s our holy week. it’s a celebration. homie gave her only son, an innocent man, for our sins and you wanna take this time.. instead of reflecting on it or being thankful for it... to be even worse than usual to a whole group of innocent people??

every day i am presented with new information and i don’t understand

[wyllzel]

all right crazy detail w the dice i just noticed LMAO mildly not sfw and potentially spoilery for lae'zel act 1 romance line so i'm putting it below the cut LOL

all right so i (aka wyll) agreed to sleep w lae'zel at the tiefling party hehehoho but there are some interesting things at play w the dice!!!

lae'zel: Let me show you. Close your eyes - and submit.

and then u get the following options:

Close your eyes. You are hers.

[INTIMIDATION] This isn't how it's going to go. You submit to me.

Submit? What do you intend to do?

I've changed my mind.

if you decide to go with option #3:

lae'zel: I intend to take my pleasure. Say the word 'no,' and you'll go untasted.

and then you get the options:

Yes. Take me.

No. I've changed my mind.

[INTIMIDATION] You misunderstand. I will not submit to you, but you to me.

EXCEPT THIS TIME THE [INTIMIDATION] OPTION ROLLS WITH ADVANTAGE. HELLO

i am currently unsure as to why, but the difference is that you've asked her a question. she either likes that you're not going into it blind and are cool enough to question her, or maybe she likes that you're showing an interest in how she approaches/conceptualizes sex? bc she does approve when u ask her about githyanki culture and values etc when you're at the creche, which is really cool

anyway :^) ily lae'zel never change haha

[thecryptidbard]

“Oh fuck it these can’t all be clever” my girl. My beloved Guide. My sweetest blorbo who did absolutely 100% all of the crimes, who did so in the most elaborate dramatic way possible, who literally put on such an unnecessarily extensive show for…I can only assume the documentary crew and her own enjoyment and satisfaction?? Who sat kicking her legs, head propped up in her hands asking Laszlo if he’s *suuuurre* he doesn’t want any help??? Who came to see them all in their cages and LITERALLY said *teehee 😁* . Babygirl really said I am going to snap so goddamn fucking hard and completely, but I am going to do it with SHOWMANSHIP and PIZAZZ, she made SUCH a good murderboard (that says *OUCHY!* on it!!!) and then after all that just went….oopsie!! My bad!! Truly my hero you GO babe you’re doing GREAT please please never change

[prismaticpichu]

*inexorably returning to my old habits like Sephiroth returning to his place of birth without even noticing*

[r0tt1ng-c0rps3-69]

I <3 blowing up ppls phones :3

(I am very tumblr active 2day ig) (I'm srry for scrolling through ur blog and being like "YES." *hits like on all posts*)

[mlobsters]

can't recall if it was here or tiktok, but the prompt was oldest meme you reference and i don't know that it qualifies as a meme when only 3 people used it on the regular but i still use k-razy because of this comic from may 4, 2000

bonequest #586 (formerly jerkcity)

24 years ago *creak*

[fagsex]

this would work on me i hate to say

[thetalkingwave]

Happy last day of Autism Awareness Month!

My story is a bit of a long one, and I will be omitting some factors regarding upbringing, but I hope it's amusing, or at the very least interesting~

At 4 years old, I was considered near a full mute- I was social, playful, but I wouldn't say anything beyond a whisper or two to my sister and my folks. Many asked when I was a teenager why that had ever been the case and I could never find an explanation for it.

It ended up being a running joke to my older relatives that the reason it was the case was that 'talking is what starts trouble'. I stuck by that notion, but as this was the early 2000s, I understand why this wasn't scrutinized beyond a talk with a speech councilor as to whether or not I would be fit for a traditional school.

Adjacent explanations, the not quite answers, would be commonplace for any bizarre behavior to follow.

When I was 6 years old, my mom had taken me and my sister to a store to buy new clothes- the first time doing so outside of school uniforms since we had moved to Texas.

A few outfits- the catch being we both had to come out with at least two pairs of pants.

I hated pants. Shorts were the most I'd wear, but I couldn't stand how tight they felt, or how the fabric brushed against my legs. I could only go halfway on trying them on before I roughly tossed them aside, squirming and on the verge of tears.

I was just "an extreme girly girl". But pants are needed for messier outdoor activities, so I walked out with fabric that didn't make my skin crawl.

I caught pneumonia at 8 years old for a similar reason- jacket collars brushing against my neck made me feel like I was suffocating. I would wear them for a short while or forgo them entirely.

Unzipping just under the neck didn't cross anyone's minds, but the compromise was either a thicker sweater or a comfortable thinner one underneath so the jacket wouldn't be directly touching my skin.

When I was 15, I had unknowingly unmasked. I wouldn't have considered myself popular; charming would have fit more.

Revealing my analysis of others (in the love for linguistics) was a dire mistake.

At 17-19, anytime I was caught stimming, I would immediately stop.

At age 21, after a harrowing day at work prior, I reached a breaking point. My right hand wouldn't stop shaking.

'A seizure, A seizure!' Was heralded by near all surrounding me.

'Nothing wrong', said the brain scan.

A week passed. It slowed down. A few days passed after that.

It completely stopped.

I was left wondering why something so horrifying felt so familiar.

At age 22, I started a new job. Curiosity peaked for some, but for most...It was shrugged.

Suddenly, something clicked.

"Wait...am I...hired?"

"I...wouldn't be asking these questions if you weren't?"

No malice, no mocking intent behind any question.

Eye contact wasn't a requirement. I no longer felt nauseous.

Early on, I was halted by an older woman I had become friendly with.

"Que traes?" (What do you 'got'?)

"En general? Autismo." (In general? Autism.)

She elbowed another coworker, the blatant appearance of "I told you so" on her face.

"You're a little odd."

I laugh in agreement.

"You've become much more open since you've started here. I'm proud of you."

It's been over a year and I'm still at this job.

At my final day of being 23, I finally get to reveal one of my biggest secrets, the first person who knew being the man I love.

The other incidents were signs, but this is my favorite giveaway.

At age 6-7, I developed a hyper fixation.

The process intrigued me, the way the elements all came together to compliment each other. A meatball sub, a BLT, a torta, ETC.

The sheer amount of joy I experienced when I had tried a Reuben for the first time could only compare to my passion of drawing.

My childhood dream was to make sandwiches, and it was unfortunately denied of its existence when I realized then and there it wasn't at all common for a child to have that interest.

My current and most long running job?

A gourmet grocery store.

The position?

Sandwich Bar.

And now it's something that those I work with on there already know.

[ohgaylor]

soooo many thoughts!!!! alskfjala how are we doiiinnng!!!

[debbiechanclub]

Post from earlier this morning ironically relevant right now

[mieczyhale]

note: i spent quite a bit of time rambling, and it truly is rambling, so i have not gone back and re-read any of this.

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you can hate someone all you want and say whatever you want about them, but to attack their appearance and a speech impediment is gross. idc who the fucker is. his appearance has nothing to do with his behavior and making fun of the way someone talks?? really?? not only does that also have nothing to do with his behavior, but a lot of people have speech impediments and he's not gonna see your ~jokes~ but they will

go after him for shit that's relevant. go after his actions

anyway

dude needs a psych eval, therapy, and anger management at the very least imo. he's never really hidden that he isn't mentally thriving, but there is a lot more going on up there than depression.

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as someone who can react aggressively, even violently, when frustrated enough or angry enough - and has said some awful shit in the moment that felt out of my control (there is no brain to mouth contact in that moment) - i know there is shit that can be done to help that. medications, therapy, learning redirection, knowing when to exit a situation before you hit that point, and other shit.

i've been struggling with this again lately as my mental health is shit, but it's still better than it used to be years ago, and i'm aware of it and what a problem it is. bc real talk: i did not think it was an issue. it was like "yeah i'm yelling and screaming and throwing things and breaking shit (not all at once, thank god) but so what?? that's just how i am". you can truly be so unaware of yourself and your own shit it's ridiculous

not saying he's got the same shit in his head but from personal experience i wouldn't rule it out entirely. there are a lot of mental illnesses out there and things that can get messed up in you. nothing excuses his behavior, but there could be an explanation.

once again: explaining =/= excusing

and if there is something genuinely fucked up (well..) then he can get help. people don't like to think about or consider it for some reason, but even people who do abhorrent things can get better and change (if they want to) not that that would make up for anything but it would keep a repeat from happening with someone else. and idk i believe there is good in almost everyone. he fucked up a helluva lot but i don't think he's this unsalvagable evil demon. he's a human being

okay yeah editing one thing in and that is that there could be something mentally at play, or medically, or he could just be an asshole that needs to learn and do better (i'm not ruling it out entirely) or it could be a combination deal. idk. i'm just not a big fan of calling someone a piece of shit with the tone that that IS who they are. the end. that they've always been a piece of shit and they always will be and there is no hope for them.

and maybe that's one of the reasons i'm being so unwell about this. because, top 10 anime betrayals aside, i've seen bits of myself in his videos prior to all of this blowing up - the good and the bad. i've seen a bit of the worst part of me in the clips of his aggression and threats. but despite what i feel and say when i've gotten like that in the past i never meant it outside of that moment. you calm down and you genuinely hate yourself because what the fuck was that shit and you feel embarrassed (and for me getting embarrassed usually manifests as anger) and it's just shit

i dont tend to develop parasocial attachments but in the span of like.. a month maybe here we fucking are i guess. it's not great, i'm not thrilled by it - especially now - but it really got me out of nowhere and bc i have attachment issues (there are many reasons i'm in therapy thanks) that's.. probably also part of the unwellness i've been feeling (i keep calling it "unwell" bc truly i do not have the words to describe it beyond that)

there are people who say they "got a vibe" or "never liked him" or whatever but could not be less me. he quickly became a comfort channel and there was nothing that tipped me off that anything was wrong. his channels spark(ed) joy (serious videos aside, but even then there was comfort in seeing someone get so passionate about things that mattered)

i enjoy him and his content, both solo and joint, and - saying this bc i've seen more than one comment on it - i like listening to him speak and i like watching him speak. his lisp is cute and he has a nice voice. his humor is great, the fashion and vibes were immaculate before whatever the fuck happened that ended up in him removing color from everything he owns. and growing that mustache situation

he's someone who is seriously not well, he did and said godawful trash shit, and he should face consequences. none of this post is me saying he should be forgiven with zero punishment. people shouldn't push it aside just because they're fans

this was not a victimless situation, nor was it a first time, from what some people have said

you can be a fan and admit when the person you're a fan of fucked up / did something awful. being a fan does not mean excusing their every word and action. a*ex is a person. a human being. not a demon but also not a god. and he should be treated as such. stop putting strangers on pedestals. i might be incredibly unwell about things but at least i never thought he was perfect or whatever. anyone can let you down at any time, be it content creators or actors or whatever, so please be careful and be at least a little sane about them)

i'm sure i have more to say about this but my brain really said "we've done enough with serious words for now" and i can't remember where i was going with this - if anywhere. maybe this was just supposed to be a rambling vent - which, if so, mission accomplished. i know it was triggered by people attacking a*ex for the wrong things, bc going after shit like a speech impediment is so low and so not relevant to the situation, and then i just got my feelings and thoughts everywhere. eugh.

i've watched a couple videos on the evidence (sound off w/ captions bc reading vile things is easier than hearing them) (i do the same thing with my voicemails tbh. i never listen to them, i read them. not bc they're vile but bc i just get less anxious if i don't have to hear it. idk) and while each covered the biggest things (so far anyway) i certainly am not going to claim to know it all. but there have been video clips, audio clips, screenshots across them all - each video having some of the same pieces but also pieces the others don't show or touch on. so.. i've seen.. enough.

i really need to disengage from all of this, and i sure would like to, i'd love to not be aware of this level of "drama" regarding someone i'm a fan of as it's breaking, but i can't go back in time and stop myself from clicking on his channel and i can't undo liking his videos so here i fucking am

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"he's cancelled!" bitch shut the fuck up. canceling isn't a real thing. look at anyone with a fanbase who has done bad shit. they still have a fanbase, they still do whatever.

"his career is over!" maybe, maybe not, i for one can't see the future but i wouldn't place bets that it is. because again: look at what people have been accused of, and have done, and even if they suffered real consequences for their actions they came back from it.

maybe focus on what genuine consequences there could be

OR - better yet - focus on showing support for the victim. yeah actually maybe lets do that. maybe care about a victim more than you hate their abuser. just tossing that thought out there as an option

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i keep thinking i've reached the end of what i have to say and then some part of me, the apparently country part that stormed out the saloon doors, comes slamming back through a moment later - cowboy hat waving wildly - with a yell of "AND ANOTHER THING-"

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on top of everything else - and i know this is going to sound so shitty and so immature - i do not like being told what to do. to like.. a really aggressive degree. it's one of the traits i got from my mom. if you tell me to stop watching something or stop listening to something, to do or not do something, you have almost guaranteed that i am going to do the exact opposite.

and tbh... if we cut off content from anyone who ever did bad things there would be like.. no content left. which might sound fine to you, you weird purity culture angel fucks, but i personally like to find relaxation and joy where i can get it. i personally like to enjoy life when i can. mostly because it isn't an easy thing for me to do, so if some band's music is a vibe or some guy posts random videos that make me smile or laugh then brother i am in. not necessarily on a personal level but then maybe yeah on a personal level. i don't know. i'm just saying words at this point. not that i don't mean them, but they're a bit of a mess.

i've been awake for over four hours

it is 7:52 AM

i don't know why i'm still trying to get my thoughts and feelings out.

maybe because i want those things to get across as clearly as they can. i don't want there to be a misunderstanding if it can be avoided. i want it to be understood (as much as it can be) why i think the way i do about all this and what i don't think about it all (like no, i don't think a*ex is innocent. do i think we have the full story?? i don't know. probably not. even with evidence we've only heard half directly, but he certainly did more than enough wrong and there should be consequences. real ones.)

all this and i still don't feel like i've gotten out everything i wanted to properly, which is whatever. i can make another rambling vent post later if i have to. i just hoped unloading all of this would make me feel a bit better, maybe a little less anxiety-induced nauseous, idk. it kind of worked i guess

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wildly oversimplified and comically surface-level tldr: i'm not an empath but i can be intensely empathetic, as well as intensely sympathetic, to my own detriment and my brother in christ has all of this really driven that home

wildly oversimplified and comically surface-level tldr 2.0: person who is multiple mental illnesses in a trenchcoat and feels Too Much affected by situation Too Much at least partially due to mental illnesses

[sinfuleye]

Could You Believe This 👉🏾 I Told Yall ... OMG

[prismaticpichu]

Gives Sephiroth a Cuahl kitten. It's a kitten, it's a monster, they could spar and take sun-naps together.

Dhhdhxhzhdh YES!!!! JUST YES!!

*BOTW cooking theme as she writes*

Aight so this got dark quickly. Ain’t that fun <333 But I promise it’s only an uphill movement!

Sephiroth stumbled upon this little guy while on a mission. It is a monster extermination assignment—an easy, swift transition between Wutai updates and Avalanche sightings. The assignment itself went just as swiftly. The area was cleared within minutes, not a materia needed. It was over. Done. Time to return to HQ.

Until he heard the mewing.

What laid behind a rock, nestled in the grass like a feathery cradle, was a baby Cuahl. It couldn’t be any bigger than two fists side-by-side, its fur sandy and speckled with tiny black stars. And it was alone.

The color drained from Sephiroth’s face.

One of the monsters… it had been a Cuahl. It had been the most aggressive out of all of the monsters—and now for good reason. It had a kitten to protect. It had. Sephiroth gaze rattled down to the animal, hovering in his body. He had orphaned it. He had taken away its… its mother.

Oh dear Gaia… its mother.

The thought was so cruel, so unbelievably visceral in his chest. Sephiroth dared to look back at the kitten, into its eyes… two shining emeralds, two slit pupils that quivered in the water.

No… NO.

He… he had made a mirror of himself, had passed on his pain like a baton—if he didn’t he mean to, he did.

He felt like the monster.

No… no he had to fix this. He couldn’t leave this animal here, all alone and orphaned. Not as a SOLDIER. Not as a person. He knew that pain all too well—the hollow cavern in his chest whenever he walked through the city, the yearning call for protection that wailed and clawed at his heart. It was all he ever wanted as a child. Maybe he still did. The Cuahl’s mewing continued to ripple through the air.

Sephiroth lowered to his knees, scooping the quivering kitten into his arms.

“Shh… It’s okay. I will take care of you.”

…

(Can we, like, change the music around here? Ok? Ok cool!)

Sephiroth was unwaveringly protective of his new friend. He never let him out of his sight, collecting days upon days of vacation time in order to nurture him, keeping him sheltered in his room. A blankie sufficed as a bed for a few days, until Sephiroth ultimately had to bite the bullet and head to the pet store—to which he returned with the softest, squishiest bed they had, a little baby bottle, and a whale’s worth of toys. Something glows inside of Sephiroth’s chest as he sat on the edge of his bed, holding a bottle of warm milk in one hand as Kitty sips away. There’s a fondness in his eyes that had never been there, a ripple in the Mako-green that he didn’t know was possible. And when his friend curled up to him afterward, purring into his chest, the mews ebbing away like cinders… Sephiroth didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. Days melt by in a similar fashion, kitty sleeping most of the day while Sephiroth works from a laptop—although most of the tabs are dedicated to The Proper Care and Feeding of Monster Cats. It was time for wet food soon!

“Kitty… Dinner.” Sephiroth shook the bowl of food, trying to get his buddy’s attention away from… was that his book? He set the bowl on the floor and slid the book from under his feet, watching as Kitty plopped onto his bed as a result. As Sephiroth chuckled, stroking his head, it occurred to him that “Kitty” probably wouldn’t do forever. Kitty deserved a proper name. Just as anyone else. He glanced down at the book in his hands—The Art of War, of course, a staple for any self-respecting man of combat. One did not need to be Wutain to follow in the great geneal’s footsteps.

Sephiroth hummed thoughtfully, keeping his hand tangled in the velvety fur.

“Would you like your dinner, Sunzi?”

With Genesis and Angeal as friends, nothing is a secret for very long. Genesis came slamming at the door, demanding to know where he was, demanding to know why he skipped sparring on the Sister Ray, demanding—

Oh. Sephiroth’s standing in the doorway cradling a cat and smelling like canned fish and lint. They see.

Genesis initially cackled, while Angeal almost melts at an embarrassingly fast rate. And Sephiroth honestly just wanted them out there. He took a step back as Genesis came closer, clutching Sunzi tighter. No one had ever touched Sunzi besides him. He didn’t know if he was ready. Eventually, though, both his friends calm down, and they end up being a huge help to the kitty. Genesis found an especially glamorous collar for him to wear (with a bell, thank you!) and Angeal offered to make some home-cooked fish. There was still one thing nagging Angeal’s mind, however.

“Sephiroth… you are aware that this is a monster, right? Why not get a domestic cat?”

Sephiroth went silent. “Coming, Hojo!” he shouted suddenly, and left his friends to be with the cat.

More days go by, then more weeks, then more months. Sunzi grew at a rapid rate, growing from collar to collar, and it became apparent that he couldn’t simply be a housecat anymore. He needed more space. More adventure. And he was capable of it too! By the time a year passes, Sephiroth began training Sunzi personally—carefully sparring and battling simulations of other monsters. It wasn’t long until he is a skilled, trained warrior cat, who ended up assisting Sephiroth on every mission they go on. He was exceptional at scaling surfaces to find Materia stones and can chase down any spy they come across. Photos are flashed and articles are written, and Sunzi’s domestic class quickly escalated to that of a hero. ShinRa tried to capitalize on the fame, but Sephiroth STRICTLY refused. No one else would ever receive the cruel mascot treatment as he had.

One night, when Sephiroth is in bed, Sunzi smushed against him, he swore that he saw what looked to be the vague shape of a mother Cuahl. She was standing at the foot, all green and translucent, bowing her head. And if Sephiroth didn’t know any better, he would say that she was smiling.

Even if it was just a dream, the man smiled back. “Thank you.”

[teriyakiaqi]

Almost forgot to Tumblr post!! Here is a piece because I felt it VERY important to commemorate @effen-draws and our conversations.

Greyscale version + Sketch below