#shut up mark rober

[adz]

new mark rober glitterbomb video where he talks about how street markets have sprung up in San Francisco where people can buy stuff (like cheap toiletries and baby formula) and that shutting them down is the obvious solution to car break-ins and package theft because it eliminates a place for people to sell stolen goods, "removing the incentive." instead of like, removing the incentive by providing these things to desperate people. hate it when im a youtube millionaire and my tesla's window gets smashed and i make it my mission to worsen the lives of the poorest people in my city

[winterpinetrees]

The Carnival (Gap Years Part 8)

June 17th 2019

Union County, OR

Once again mustering the strength to post oc stuff on the cringe oc site. This doesn’t get easier. The events of this part were inspired (years ago) by a Mark Rober video where he recruits a friend that is also a professional baseball pitcher to help him win carnival games.

…………………

There’s an old cliche about how war is 99% boredom and 1% terror. This isn’t war. This is the survivor of a coup and his three teenage allies driving across the country on a circuitous path going nowhere. It’s still boring though.

When Brian and his friends began driving after their first fight, he’d hardly expected to survive until morning. Now, the sword slash across his chest has healed and they still haven’t seen an elf other than Marin. He knows he should be happy about this, but the anticipation is killing him. Brian has always been good under pressure, and he has a lot of awards to prove it. He’s never been good at the waiting though. At some point, that one percent of terror will come back and they will need to fight for their lives. It could be any moment now. Yesterday, Clay and Sierra went off to investigate a town and only Sierra came back. They spent four hours panicking before finally remembering to call Clay on the same satellite phone that they’d all mocked him for carrying. Without it, he probably never would have come back at all. It’s a horrible reminder of the stakes after a week of nothing. Brian feels like he’s going to explode.

They’re driving through northern Oregon. They could have been all the way across the continent by now if they’d wanted to be. However, with nowhere specific to go, they’ve instead chosen to take a winding path up and down California, stopping literally anywhere that catches their attention (They did eventually make it to Redwoods National Park). Today, Brian is taking all of them to a fair. He’s justified it by saying that crowds are safe, but he really just needs to throw something. Also, Marin is really getting on his nerves. Elves always act superior in the movies, but it’s different to spend a week in a car with a ‘teenager’ who clearly thinks that the three of them are moderately better than dogs. It’s not that this sort of talk is new to him. His father is the California governor and solidly on the liberal side of things, but the Whitakers have been in politics since before the Civil War. They all have opinions about his bisexuality and about Sierra’s first-generation mother and certainly about Clay’s habit of running off to the bad parts of town. He’s really sick of it.

Specifically, Marin keeps talking about how elves are just more evolved than humans. Brian’s a humanities kid, but he knows that isn’t how it works. Evolution doesn’t make better animals over time, it just makes things that survive. Marin may have magic and live for a while, but he isn’t any better than Brian just because his bones are hollow like a bird. That’s the other half of the reason for dragging him to a fair. It’s stupid, but Brian wants to challenge him to games until he beats him at something. Maybe it’s foolish and this graceful magic prince will win everything, but Brian is a varsity baseball player with a stack of wrestling metals and a black belt. He killed a nobleman (noblelf?) with a crowbar. He’s confident that he can pick Marin up and throw him. Unfortunately, that’s not a common carnival game.

Marin also keeps dancing around the idea that humanity would all be better off under elven rule anyway, which is just, not something Brian is willing to discuss.

He puts the car into park and they all step outside. He can tell from the fact that the parking lot is just dead grass that it will all be dissassembled by the end of the summer. Clay kicks his door shut with his foot. His sunburns are pretty bad, and he’s not in any shape to carry the sci-fi rifle he loves so much. It would be too conspicuous anyway. Instead, Brian takes a pistol with emerald detailing from Marin’s bag. He doesn’t have all of the right qualifications to concealed carry in Oregon, but the group agreed that Marin should just brainwash anyone that gets suspicious. Hopefully they won’t need to. Sierra takes her magic measuring device and Marin swings his bigger-on-the-inside messenger bag over one shoulder. They’re just four teens going to a carnival. No one will notice the magic, or the weaponry, or the huge amount of cash that they’re carrying because Clay pointed out that someone (elves or their parents) could track their credit card information. They’re three billionaire’s kids and a prince. Things were never going to be any more normal than this.

………………

“I went to something like this with my mother once. It was in the early 60s. Georgia, maybe?” Marin says casually as they walk towards the ticket stand.

“Really? Your mother? I’m surprised that the Apex had time to kill around us simple humans” Clay replies.

He ignores the insult. “Well, my mother was an exception. She didn’t have enough magic, so they sent her away for a while when she was a kid. She spent a lot of time along the Gulf Coast, in both worlds,” He pauses. ”I think she was happiest here. Here meaning the human world, not here”.

Brian has a thought, tries to ignore it, and then decides to follow it anyway. “Wait, when was your mother young?”

“This was the early 1700s”.

Marin is a prince of the elves. You can tell from his pointed ears and silent footsteps and the way that his eyes shine in the dark. However, from a distance, he looks like any Black teenager. His mother almost certainly had the same features. There’s got to be a story here, but Brian isn’t comfortable asking. They buy tickets and stand in the grass.

“Marin, I challenge you to a duel”.

“What in Lazarus’s name is that supposed to mean,” the elf replies.

“It means that we are going to go around this place and try a bunch of tests of skill until I beat you at something”.

“This is about how I said humans are less evolved, isn’t it?”

Brian smiles. “Also I really need to throw something”.

They shake hands. Marin doesn’t have a very strong handshake, which Brian decides actually makes sense, because strong handshakes are probably not an elf thing.

Clay offers to be the referee. “We already know this, but Marin, all of these are rigged”.

He nods, but doesn’t turn his eyes away from Brian. “Where I come from, the challenger sets the terms of the duel”.

“Wait, you have an actual dueling code?” It isn’t that surprising, to be honest.

“Several. Where should we begin?”.

Brian looks around. Should he start with a game he’s sure to win by physical strength alone? Or is that just playing into elven logic? Maybe he should choose one of those nearly impossible throwing games, but maybe there’s some sort of elf baseball and Marin has played that too. Maybe he’s just not good enough. That’s always how it always goes with his older brothers, and Marin is eighty-six. Brian might be in over his head. They walk to the milk-bottle toss. Brian hands over a ticket in exchange for a baseball and turns back to his opponent. The bottles are metal and bottom weighted, and the staff certainly won’t give an athletic eighteen year old one of the stacks that are rigged in favor of the player.

It won’t matter. Brian’s the starting shortstop on his team. He can throw a ball. He tosses the ball in the air, catches it again, and throws it with perfect form at the stacked bottles. It hits the center of the base and the whole thing collapses. Brian takes a stuffed elephant for the trouble. He’ll give it to some other kid. There’s no room in the car.

Marin looks around at the many-colored decorations of the stand and hands the staff member a ticket. The elf mimics his action, throwing the ball into the air and catching it as well. He throws, and the ball strikes almost the exact same place as Brian’s. The top bottle falls, the other two wobble, and Marin does not win a prize. He shrugs and moves to tie back his locs.

“You are just proving my point. That wasn’t about accuracy. That was a strength game”.

“Brian has one point, Marin has none” Clay winks. “Don’t kill each other”.

……

They keep walking. Both boys beat the basket toss, Marin wins a cute pink wolf at darts, and both of them, against their better judgment, try and fail the stupid little game where you throw the rings over bottles. They play against each other, against little kids, and against the rigged games themselves. After over an hour, the group pauses for a moment by a shooting game and Clay mutters something under his breath before grabbing a bb gun with his burned hands and getting shockingly close to a win.

“Brian, you still have that pistol?” Sierra laughs.

“Very funny. At least I didn’t get knocked over by recoil last week,” Clay replies.

Brian, Clay, and Sierra give all of their prizes to other kids (Well, Sierra keeps one), but Marin keeps slipping his into his messenger bag. He’s won a wolf, a snake, and a fox. Eventually they all come to the two games that aren’t even competitions. With his strength, Brian will win the hammer-swinging strongman game. Marin will win the ladder climb with his perfect balance. There’s nothing to do but play it out.

Brian not only gets a higher score than Marin, but actually beats the strength game. (It’s all about leverage, he’s done this before). He’s going to lose overall though. They’re tied now, and Brian doesn’t have a chance at the ladder climb. He’s not even the most coordinated human of the group. The older man running the game glares at Marin when he approaches. Brian chooses to think that it’s because he can tell that the elf is going to win, instead of something far less palatable. And Marin does! The disguised tightrope that sends Brian flailing to the inflatable floor after three steps hardly shakes when Marin climbs it, and he claims an orangey-brown cat half his size.

Brian shrugs. He’s lost by a point. “I think that’s everything! Good game, man! Or elf? How does that work?”

Marin doesn’t react. The prince of the elves just looks into the cheap plastic eyes of this big cat, unblinking.

“Marin, are you okay? You won! I was being sort of mean earlier”.

The elf looks back at Brian. His bright hazel eyes are very wide. Is he about to cry? He blinks and composes himself. It’s gone.

“Thank you. I needed this”.

Marin does not elaborate on what he needed.

It’s only a few hours later, as Marin leaves a message in an elven language using Sierra’s phone, that Brian realizes the cat has fangs. It’s not just some oversized ginger cat, it's a saber-toothed tiger, a smilodon. Wasn’t that the symbol of Marin’s house? Genus Sondaica, represented by a sabertooth in emerald green?

He brings this up to Clay and Sierra. What were the symbols of the other elven families?

“His betrothed is a fox, I think. That might have been a metaphor though. Smart women are foxes a lot,” Sierra explains.

Clay adds something. “I remember a snake. We had to explain your dumb joke afterwards”.

Brian remembers that too, now that it’s been mentioned again. “Marin chose those animals as prizes. A wolf, a snake, a fox, and a sabertooth. He didn’t give them away”.

“You think they’re gifts for other elves?”

Sierra looks back at him, “I mean, is anyone else even left?

Brian watches Marin out of the corner of his eye, “Coups are never easy. There’s got to be someone”.

“The question is whether we’ll be alive to meet them”.

………

Next time, Ishtar and her High Council start to figure out what in the worlds is going on. I was going to include a scene of the council here, but this is long already.

[tinogiehd]

they need to let it die so much. i understanding them liking a project that’s low pressure like they don’t have to be careful like they do on stream because they can edit but people have not only lost interest because they cannot be consistent with it but the episodes feel awkward and the dynamic just doesn’t work and everyoneeee would love regular streams from snf or more consistent YT videos. i hate that they are shifting to focus on it again because the problems that have always been there with it are still going to be there. these damn studios are a waste of time and money

it's srsly so spectacular to me how it seriously seems like banter enjoyers are the minority here like they need to put her (banter) out of her damn misery. I think they thought it would be more chill but they kept going bigger and bigger with guests and shit and it's literally just an interview podcast now with zero banter like girl shut the fuck up about mark rober and neil degrasse tyson and do a fast food tier list or something actually fun 😒

[mlobsters]

supernatural s6e9 clap your hands if you believe (w. ben edlund)

oh no. a cheeky and obvious knockoff of xfiles, my expectations are subterranean. even the titles. oh lord. (the fake xfiles music is awful. and the knockoff version of the titles. ack. watching this show does make me appreciate mark snow, the xf composer, even more)

(i watched xfiles while it was airing back in the 90s and it was my favorite show, very formative. i have many squishy feelings about the xfiles and my otp. and! my first impression of sam and dean, season 1, without really knowing much about the show, was s4-5ish mulder and scully)

okay, probably mostly everyone would say star trek voyager for robert picardo, but he was also in china beach! which came up back in s2e19 folsom prison blues with jeff kober.

china beach (1988-1991) rober picardo as dr dick richard

picardo was also in the wonder years AND he was the johnnycab voice (and the "robot" was modeled after him too) in total recall. resident actor of my childhood.

total recall (1990) robert picardo (voice and likeness) as johnnycab

(really pretty natural lighting, and pleasantly populated feeling street)

DEAN Hey, you wanna be a real boy, Pinnochio, you gotta act the part.

SAM I was faking it Dean! Ever since we got back on the road together, I was picking every freaking word. It’s exhausting.

DEAN Okay. All Right. But until we get you back on the soul train, I’ll be your conscience, okay?

SAM So you’re saying you’ll be my… Jiminy Cricket.

DEAN Shut up. But yeah, you freaking puppet. That’s exactly what I’m saying.

again, the soulless banter and bickering we were missing! thank you

another nice little detail. sam is itching to push this guy and dean has to nudge him out and they made him like. audibly grumble a little, it's very loud and clear for such a likely quiet sound. but it was a cute touch. him being visibly different is fun

SAM Close encounter! What kind? First? Second?

DEAN They’re after me!

SAM Third kind already? You better run, man. I think the fourth kind is a butt thing.

DEAN Empathy, Sam! Empathy!

again, cute

good grumpy dean content

DEAN Our reality’s collapsing around us, and you’re trying to pick up our waitress?

SAM Yeah. Okay. Look. Brings up a question. So, say you got a soul and you’re on a case, and your brother gets abducted by aliens—

DEAN Yeah, then you do everything you can to get him back.

SAM Right! You do, but, what about when there are no more leads for the night? Are you supposed to just sit there in the dark and suffer, even when there’s nothing that can be done at that moment?

DEAN YES!

SAM What?

DEAN Yes, you sit in the dark and feel the loss.

SAM Absolutely! But couldn’t I just do all that and have sex with the hippie chick?

DEAN No!

SAM It’d be in the dark.

makes a good case!

breaking news, we're back to the black desktop background

MARION Mmm. There is much theory and little fact. We know they only take firstborn sons, just like Rumplestiltskin did. Personally, I think they’re taken to Avalon to service Oberon, the King of the Faery.

SAM Dean? Did you service Oberon, King of the Fairies?

all right they'd been hitting with the humor for me so it's only fair they take a bit way too far with this whole tackling the rando guy and having dean call him a fairy repeatedly, obviously so people can think he's doing a hate crime. oh, great. and you know it's going to be some ableist joke because it's a little person too.

also the effects for the watchmaking elves is... not great lol

nice end of episode scenic chat,

SAM Dude, I do still have all my brain cells. If anything, my brain works better now.

DEAN Just making sure that’s where your head’s at. That you’re not having second thoughts about getting your soul back.

of course not!!!

considering it started out so painfully, it was overall a fun episode! kind of cracky but still dealing with the main plot. and not pushing the awkward humor buttons nearly as much as they did in the earlier seasons

[collisioncoursewithnoplace]

Hey friends. There's a livestream charity event on April 30th with proceeds going to NEXT for Autism.

I'm here to tell you, please DON'T support it.

NEXT for Autism is yet another goddamned Autism Speaks clone, where they advocate for ABA (applied behaviour analysis, basically teaching kids how to mask traits with methods that border on abuse) and advocate for a "cure" because they think autism is a disease.

Boycott the event, and if you feel the need to donate to an autism charity, put your money towards charities like the Autistic Self Advocacy Network that actually have autistic people on their committee.

It's 2021, and there are people out there who still think we're these broken, unemotional burdens on society.

[stimmingandstruggling]

funny how all the “omg this is so heartwarming i totally resonate” comments on mark robers video are from people who have “friends/family with autism.”

funny how actual autistic people are angry.

real funny.

[anomenofdarkness]

http://chng.it/BVQBpXcN8F

Hey so I haven't really talked about it on tumblr yet, but I'm Autistic and also a subscriber to Mark Rober's You Tube channel. If you've seen his latest video, you can probably understand the problem here, and for those that don't, I'll explain.

So Mark's latest video basically started as a fcking announcement to his subscribers that his son is Autistic and from there he (a Nuerotypical) went on to talk about the challenges we face just. In general.

He had almost all of it wrong.

First he described Autism purely as a sensory processing disorder, then proceeding drown himself out with background noise. In other words, he made a (very perfomative) video in which he claimed to be an advocate for Autistic people, and then made it less accessible for us halfway through.

Next he went on to talk about what his son is like as a person. Overall this section was fine but it was the next section that was really bad.

This is also the section that leads me to believe his son (who, as far as I know, is less than 11 years old) was his only Autistic consultant in making this video. The reason I say that is because throughout this section he describes Autistic people as if we're all exactly like his son, saying we're here to bring joy to those around us. To contextualize this more, the reason he believes this is because his son loves seeing people smile. That's it. You know what else that is? Fucked up and fucking stupid.

And finally he ends off the video with an announcement that he and a bunch of other celebrities (none of which are Autistic) will be hosting an event for charity (que the studio audience "aaww"). But what charity, you ask?

The 'charity' in question is Next for Autism, which has ties to Autism $peaks and a type of therapy meant to erase Autistic characteristics, and has traumatized a lot of the people that went through it. Oh yeah, and they also directly say in their mission statement that they want to 'cure' Autism.

Do not donate when the time comes, and sign the petition. With any luck we can shut this shit down before it starts.

And for those who haven't seen the video, here's a link: https://youtu.be/ybPgmjTRvMo

One last note; take to Twitter if you want to really get some attention brought to this issue. Let's be honest, no one with enough influence is on Tumblr

[tenntennz]

can i tell mr beast fans to block me. because i want to. rambling under the cut i’m so fuckin mad

the way i’m now the only person talking about the autism eugenics charity now. LOL.

now that autism month is over people see no reason to care about us i think

normally idc whos content someone enjoys, if your cc is a dickhead in my opinion i won’t hold it against you

but this isn’t being a dickhead. it’s Eugenics

mr beast donated thousands of dollars to wipe me out and no ones condemning it

no one cares! everyone stopped talking about it days ago! i reverse searched both here and on twitter and no ones talking about it! and the ones that are are Defending ABA against actual autistic people

LEMAO just a little oopsie from mrbeast !!! little fucky wucky!! /s

anyways i hate him and i will not shut up about this. being an mcyt fan means a lot of creators i like are aligned with mr beast and they. don’t even know what he did. and i am constantly hearing about him and no one who actually knows about the charity is saying Anything fuck off

fuck mr beast, fuck mark rober, fuck jack black, fuck EVERY donator.

[coolstudentsandwich]

The Prince And The Dragon

(Previous Part Here)

When Jorland woke up, he was in some bed. 

He looked around, and saw that he was in a pretty nice room - everything here from the bed he was lying on, to the doors, just screamed “Luxury”. There was even a pretty nice painting of a tree on one of the walls. 

- Ugh, what a scary dream... - he said to himself, standing up. - She’s not gonna believe it when I tell her. Nobody will. - he laughed to himself. - When I think about the fangs of that dragon looked a little funny. I didn’t think reptiles cared about their teeth! And his guard... what kind of a name is Robert? A stupid kind, I must say. - He tried to laugh it all off, even though he was still scared of darkness, dragons with sharp teeth and giant rats.

- Well, I think I should start my day already. What time is it anyway? - the room was pretty dark because curtains blocked any light from the windows. Jorland decided it’s time to pull them.

He looked through the window.

He expected to see the beautiful gardens of his palace, filled with colorful flowers and trees.

Instead, he saw a swamp. There was a river, and some trees, that looked like they were completely dead for a long time, but were determined to stay in this world despite their horrific looks. 

He was still in the castle of the dragon.

Jorland quickly noticed that one of his arms was bandaged. He remembered it. The last night the dragon bite him, and then... well, then he lost memory and fell on the ground. 

- Ha! He tried to kill me but I survived! The poison of the snake is no match for my royal blood! - he said quietly to himself.

- Are you sure about that? - He heard someone talking right behind him.

Jorland couldn’t recognize that voice. It definitely wasn’t the dragon, but the voice still scared him.

He quickly grabbed the closest thing to him, an old vase that somebody painted dragons and, and turned around preparing to attack. 

Behind him there stood a man, not much older than him with black hair, and clothes like a servant. He looked very tired and didn’t even flinch when Jorland was preparing his attack. He only pointed to the vase.

- It’s very expensive. - he explained calmly. 

- And? - Jorland wasn’t sure what the man meant by that, He still held the vase tightly ready to strike at any moment.

- You broke, you pay. - the stranger started to explain. - House rules.

- And who are you? 

- I’m Robert. 

Jorland was a little surprised. THIS was the guy who was able to keep him on the floor last night? He didn’t look very different from the servants he had at home. None of them could hold a sword for long, much less fight.

- How long have you been here? - he asked after a moment of hesitation. 

- I was the one who got you into this room. Master’s Orders.

- Master? You mean the black dragon?

- Yes. - he shortly responded. - Master wanted me to explain to you the rules.

- The rules? - Jorland was even more surprised. What rules? What happened? What was that dragon thinking?

- You’re gonna be staying here, right? 

Jorland thought for a second. He spent his last coins to get to that city, hoping that after he kills the dragon, he will get gold and ride home... somehow. His plan wasn’t really that complicated. 

- Well... I guess I could stay. - he looked through the window again. The room looked comfy, and the outside... well, most of the outside will be giving him nightmares for the next few months. 

- Good. Here are the rules: Don’t destroy anything. Don’t get into fights. Don’t go into parts of the castle where you shouldn’t go.

- To which parts of the castle I shouldn’t go? - Jorland didn’t know any part of the castle beside the cell and even then, it was so dark in there that he couldn’t see much.

- Good, you asked. - Robert gave him a piece of paper. 

Jorland looked at it. It was a map of what looked like the whole castle. Almost everywhere there were drawn skulls.

- Skulls mean “Don’t go”. - Robert explained. 

Jorland quickly understood that almost every room, corridor and corner in the castle was marked with some sort of skull. Whoever drawn it even decided to give it some variety so among human skulls there were a lot of cat skulls, bird skulls, and even some dragon skulls. All of them were drawn with extreme details. 

The only place without bones was his room. 

- Well... I must ask... Am I a prisoner here? - this situation didn’t look too nice for Jorland. A Prince locked in a castle? What kind of a tale is that?

- Technically, no. You’re not forced. But if you leave, the master will be angry.

Jorland thought for a moment should he go against the wishes of that reptile?

- Why he doesn’t want me to walk around the castle anyway? - he asked. Surely he won’t make a mess or anything.

- Master doesn’t want to be disturbed.

- And if, let’s say I want to disturb him? - Jorland smiled. 

In one short moment, Robert pulled out a knife and showed it to Jorland.

- No. - he said loud and clear.

The blade looked incredibly sharp. It didn’t look like an ordinary kitchen knife. Jorland could tell that this was a serious weapon, made with the purpose of killing quickly. 

- Okay, okay... - Jorland put his hands in the air as a sign of giving up. - I’m not gonna disturb him. You win. Congratulations, you are an expert. Nice knife? Where did you get it? It looks nice... - he tried to spark a conversation, but quickly found out that Robert was not responding. He just sat on a nearby chair. And just... Stared into the distance. 

Jorland wasn’t sure if this was some sort of tactic to scare him, or if it was just something Robert was doing normally, but it looked like he shut off completely, and Jorland DEFINITELY didn’t want to disturb him in any way. He learned a lot on his many journeys, and one of the things he learned was “Never piss off a guy with a knife”. So he just awkwardly sat on the bed and waited on his fate.

From time to time he looked through the window, still not being able to belive he was still in this absolute mess of a place. 

- It will be okay. - Jorland thought to himself, trying to calm himself. - The dragon will help me with finding that evil snake, I rescue my bride, and then I come back home...

The moment he thought that the dragon came into the room.

- Oh, my favorite dragon! - he smiled. - How are you doing?

- I have some news for you. - dragon also smiled at Jorland, but he could tell, this was more of “You’re screwed” smiles than “I’m so happy to see you!” smiles.

Rober quickly stood up from the chair without saying anything, so the dragon could take his place. 

- First... - The dragon started. - I’ve sent a letter to your father, about our little meaning. Does he even know you’re here?

Jorland paused for a moment. Well... He left home in quite a hurry, his dad probably didn’t even notice that he was away... 

- I hope he takes it well. We wouldn’t want a war, wouldn’t we? - Jorland wanted to ask what the reptile meant by “war”, and then he noticed something.

On top of the dragon's head, there was a fairly small, silver crown.

He was a pretty important royal. 

- Well, we wouldn’t want to start a war, you know. I just want to find my beloved, that’s all... You will help me, right? Right? - He was ready to fall on his knees and beg. He heard a lot of tales about love causing fights and wars, but he knew deep down, that causing a war with dragons, would be a bad decision. Very bad decision. His father would probably kill him for it.

- Nah, I’m just kidding. I forgive and all that. - Dragon nonchalantly waved his hand, like nothing happened. - You just need to not cause any trouble and I help you with your bride problem. 

- Do you know where she is? - Jorland asked immediately.

- Well, your description wasn’t that helpful honestly. They are around twenty if not more dragons that fit the story you told me. I don’t think you’re gonna visit each one of them personally with a sword in your hand, right?

- So... - Jorland quickly stopped himself. He wanted to ask where exactly was his sword, but this probably wasn’t the best moment. - ...what should I do now? 

- Well, how about going for a walk? - reptile pointed at the window. - Maybe it will refresh your memory?

Jorland thought for a second. He couldn’t walk around the castle, and staying in his room with Robert wasn’t probably a good idea. On the other hand, the outside didn’t look that good.

- Well... why not? - he knew he will be regretting that decision later, but he had no idea what else he could. 

- Okay then. Robert will escort you to the exit door. It would be best if you would come back before it gets dark. - the reptile really didn’t need to say that. Jorland already kinda saw the town, and he knew it was the kind of place that wouldn’t be kind to him after sunset. - I think I should go now. - The reptile added, getting up from his seat. - Important business, you know...

- Wait. - Jorland stopped him at the door. - What’s your name? - it was kinda weird, he didn’t ask about it before. - Like... how should I call you?

- You can call me the black dragon, lord of the castle, your highness, etc. - The dragon answered smiling, as he left the room.

- Well, okay then, your highness. - And so, the dragon left Jorland once again.

He now understood he was in a completely new city, that he didn’t know much, at the mercy of a dragon. Well, what could go wrong?

[vicbartons]

73 and 2. 😘

excuse me; stay here tonight

“Never seen those, to be honest.Is there nothing else on?” Aaron asked, looking up at Robert over the car magazine that his nose had been buried in for the past half an hour. 

Robert, who had been hunched over the kitchen table, shot up at Aaron´s admission, eyes wide. ”Excuse me?“ He huffed, sounding genuinely offended.

Aaron only raised an eyebrow upon hearing the tone of his voice, fearing that he was in for yet another one of Robert´s lectures concerning his lack of knowledge of popular culture. (Or culture in general, if you asked Robert.)

“Never seen those,” Aaron repeated stolidly, his glare daring Robert to go off on one of his tangents.

It was an early friday afternoonand they were in the back of the pub. Aaron spread out on the sofa, bone-tired after a week´s work at the scrapyard, and Robert at the kitchen table with his eyes focused on his phone.

Up until a moment ago, he´d been scrolling through the listing forthe cinema in Hotten. He´d heard that they were doing some kind of throwbackevent and showing nothing but 80´s movies all week, which obviouslyhad Robert interested, giant nerd that he was. 

So he´d brought upthe idea of an impromptu date night.

Work had been busy for both of themthe past week, which had lead to them not seeing nearly enough ofeach other for their tastes. 

That, and they were still trying tonavigate this new phase of their relationship - the one in which theyweren´t reduced to stolen kisses in dark corners and secret meetingsin barns that smelled of hay and farm animals any longer. 

Dating, according to Robert, had toinclude proper nights out for just the two of them, wining and diningmore than a stone´s throw away from either of their bedrooms. (If hewas feeling extra confident, he´d even go as far as to try and getAaron into something other than a black hoodie for the occasion.) 

It´s not that Aaron disagreed per se, he just didn´t see anything wrong with makinguse of the pub right next to his living room and the free pints thatcame with being the owner´s son. 

But no matter how much he loved to tease Robert over his posh ways, if he was being honest, part ofhim enjoyed the nights out of town where it was just them spending time together, away from the eyes of all the gossip-lovingvillagers and the death glares of the Whites. 

It made this thingbetween them feel more real. And given how long Aaron had playedsecond fiddle to Chrissie - never in his wildest dreams allowinghimself to believe he would ever actually have Robert all to himself- just being out and about together in front of strangers, withRobert´s hand reassuringly pressed against the small of his back,was something that Aaron valued more than he could put into words.

Still, he wasn´t going to spendtwo hours of his life watching a sequel to a film he´d never seen.

Normally, he wouldn´t be toobothered by it. If it was up to Aaron, they would pick seats in thelast row of the cinema and he could spent his night leisurely letting hisfingers run up and down Robert´s thigh and maybe snog him senselessduring the boring bits. That way, they´d be too distracted to reallypay attention to whatever was happening on the big screen in front ofthem anyway.

He´d never have thought that thatwas an idea he would have to convince Robert of all people of.

Not when the man had spent most oftheir affair unable to keep his hands off of Aaron even atthe most inappropriate of times. (Aaron´s cheeks still went brightred when he as much as thought of that afternoon up at Home Farm, whenRobert´s hand had shamelessly found its way to his crotch under thetable during a business meeting with Lawrence.)

But as it turned out,now that they were getting used to the luxury of being able to touch whenever andwherever they wanted to, Robert had no qualms about shoving him offand shushing him in favour of some geeky film that Aaron had usually never even heard of, which was more often than not down to the fact that it had come out years or sometimes decades before he was born. Instead, Robert was perfectly happy just to intertwine theirfingers and lean into Aaron´s side, while letting himself beengrossed by spaceships, cowboys or superheros for an hour and a half. He was still Robert Sugden though, which meant that just to put Aaron more on edge than he already was, ever so often Robert would whisper teasing promises into Aaron´s ear that made himthankful for the darkness of the cinema. (Otherwise,the colour of his cheeks would surely have given away to the peoplearound them exactly what Robert´s evening plans for them were.)

So if he was going to spend twohours in the dark, actually having to pay attention to the filminstead of making out with his gorgeous better half, it would have tobe something he´d at least be able to enjoy.

“How?” Robert started, still in an obvious state of shock, “How can you never have seen Star Wars?”

Aaron couldn´t help but smirk upon seeing the look on Robert´s face. “Mate, it´s just a film. Noreason to go all-” he started, rolling his eyes in annoyance, but Robertcut in before he could finish his sentence.

“Just a film?” he mocked, ”Are you kidding meright now?” His voice almost jumped up an octave at that, while hishands were gesticulating in the air wildly, “ ´The Empire StrikesBack´ isn´t just a film! It´s a flipping classic, Aaron. It´s one ofthe greatest films of all time. How did you have the time to make your way through Michael Bay´s entire atrocity of an IMDB page, but skip over Star Wars?”

Aaron pushed himself up off the sofa then, scuffling over to the kitchen table. “Will you just get over it?” he sighed, leaning against Robert´s chair from behind. 

Secretly, Aaron loved seeing Robert get all animated when discussing these things he loved that Aaron himself knew nothing about. 

Whether it were comics, movies or books or even articles from one of the endless number of scientific magazines Robert had subscriptions to. Whenever Robert got talking about these things, his eyes lit up with childlike wonder and Aaron couldn´t stop himself from falling a little bit more in love with him at the sight. 

That was, unless Robert´s usual excitement turned into more of a geeky wreath that he chose to focus directly on Aaron. 

“None of them? Really?“ Robertinquired again, turning around slightly so he could look up at Aaron and wondering if perhaps, unbeknownst to him, Aaron had in fact spent all of his life living under a rock. “Noteven the prequels?“

“The what now?“ Aaron asked, letting his head fall to the side, frustration clear on his face now. 

“I feel like I need to reevaluatethis whole relationship now,“ Robert muttered under his breath, but there was a small grin tugging at the corners of his face. Aaron took it as a sign and -  since he was already well over this nonsensical tiff they were apparently heaving - leaned down and pressed a kiss against Rober´s lips.

“You can be a right drama queensometimes, you know that?“ he said, only pulling away an inch.

“Shut it, you,“ Robert countered, a bit of fire still left in his eyes, but his mouth already pliant under Aaron´s touch, “My boyfriendhas never seen Star Wars! This is a perfectly fitting reaction tothat kind of information.“

Boyfriend. It had beenalmost 6 weeks now, but Aaron hadn´t gotten used to the word yet and it would take him a while still. Though that didn´t change thesmall tingling feeling in the pit of his stomach whenever Robert usedthe term. In fact, he had noticed that Robert used it quite often and the smile on his face when he didso told him that he wasn´t the only one who savoured the term andeverything that came with it. Not that there hadn´t been acertain thrill to their affair, but this, this hadthe potential to be so much better. Thrilling in a wholenew way, because it was real. Because Robert wasn´t going to run offback to Chrissie after a quick screw anymore. Because this timethey were doing things properly, getting to know each other in awhole new way, quirks and all.

“I know about the ´Luke, Iam your father´ twist,” Aaron teased, couldn´t help himself really, ”There can´t be much more to it than that.”

“That´s not even the quote,Aaron,” his tone was harsh, but his eyes betrayed him.

“Course it is.” Aaron kissed him again.

“How would you know? You´venever even seen it,” Robert´s hand curled around the back of Aaron´s neck, pulling him closer. “Makes me question what other red flagsyou´ve been hiding from me,“ he pondered as their noses rubbed against each other.

“Guess you´ll have to stickaround and find out,” Aaron muttered, pressing a kiss in the space right below Robert´s ear, leaving a small mark there with his teeth.

“Though it´s good to know you´re finewith the criminal record, but draw the line at 80´s sci-fi movies,weirdo,” he whispered, feeling Robert´s laugh against his lips, rather than seeing it.

“Nothing wrong with having yourpriorities in order.” 

Aaron pulled back then to look at Robert, a playful, self-satisfied grin plastered on his face. “Let´s stay heretonight.“ 

Robert wasn´t the only one in this relationship whohad his priorites in order.

“You sure?” he questioned, one eyebrow raised, ”We could always-” Aaron shut him up by bending down, there lips once again meeting.

“Mhm,” he hummed, letting his tongue slide over Robert´s bottom lip, “I´m sure.” He let his hands, that had been playing with the hairs at the back of Robert´s neck for a while now, move down along the collar of his white dress shirt until he was tugging on his boyfriends maroon tie. Pulling it lose in one swift motion.

Robert was grinning against him, determined to have the last word eventhough he had clearly already given into Aaron´s plans for their night. “I´m going to have to take Finnto see ´Rogue One´, won´t I?” he whispered against Aaron´s skin in a mock sullen tone, peppering kisses down his boyfriend´s neck, “The guy is such a-” 

Suddenly, he was stopped by a palm pressed flat against his mouth, a mischievous look on Aaron´s face. “If I were you, nerd,” Aaron growled lowly, one eyebrow raised high, “I´d shutup now.”

And Robert did. Mouth too busy with activities far more entertaining than banter anyway.

(Obviously, Robert still made Aaron sit through all seven films a few weeks later. Both of them spending almost the entirety of a long weekend tugged under a blanket on the sofa at Victoria´s together, cuddling close and living off of nothing but pizza and thai food. Aaron didn´t actually end up hating them. Well, the prequels were a bit shite, but according to Robert, watching and hating them was a right of passage. Still, Aaron spent most of those hours watching Robert out of the corner of his eye rather than the telly, enjoying that fluttering feeling that found its way into the pit of his stomach whenever Robert´s face lit up and his cheeks grew pink in excitement.)

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Sarah Palin blasts ‘DC assclowns’ at ‘pathetic’ Correspondents’ Dinner

New Post has been published on https://kidsviral.info/sarah-palin-blasts-dc-assclowns-at-pathetic-correspondents-dinner/

Sarah Palin blasts ‘DC assclowns’ at ‘pathetic’ Correspondents’ Dinner

http://twitter.com/#!/SarahPalinUSA/status/328346466567479296

Boom! Best tweet ever? That tweet win was a follow-up to this one:

Yuk it up media and pols. While America is buried in taxes and a fight for our rights, the permanent political… fb.me/2k9uYFQ5j

— Sarah Palin (@SarahPalinUSA) April 28, 2013

Full tweet via her Facebook page:

Yuk it up media and pols. While America is buried in taxes and a fight for our rights, the permanent political class in DC dresses up and has a prom to make fun of themselves. No need for that, we get the real joke.

Double boom!

Ah, yes. The White House Correspondents’ Dinner, better known as “nerd prom.” While journos squeed, Sarah Palin called it like it is. As always, she is unafraid to call out the lapdog media.

Truth doesn’t suit: Haters gotta hate, natch.

So @sarahpalinusa is totes jelly she wasn’t at #WHCD: twitter.com/sarahpalinusa/…

— patrick oshaughnessy (@p_oshan) April 28, 2013

@sarahpalinusa YOU’RE working your ass off? That’s ironic. (I’ll pause so you can go look up the definition of the word “ironic.”) #WHCD

— NoFucksGivenSince88 (@The_Johnny) April 28, 2013

@sarahpalinusa Umm… In what way are YOU working your ass off?

— Rober† Scott (@iheartcarrie) April 28, 2013

@sarahpalinusa Have another reality TV show, dingbat

— Space Marine Ian (@iboudreau) April 28, 2013

@sarahpalinusa Didn’t this bitch quit her job?

— Mark Clark(@DubyaMDeez) April 28, 2013

.@sarahpalinusa Really?… Suggesting you are ‘working hard’ given your record as a quitter… sit the fuck down & stfu Ms sour grapes.

— Healthcare Activists (@singlepayer) April 28, 2013

Bitch where the fuck do you work? Get out your feelings. @sarahpalinusa

— Dizturb’d Wun (@dizturbdwun) April 28, 2013

.@sarahpalinusa sour grapes, you old cow.

— NoDeuces (@nodeuces) April 28, 2013

@sarahpalinusa girl, shut the fuck up. Shit!

— Stacey (@HBQIC) April 28, 2013

@dakgirl Yep, that sounds like sour grapes. I’m sure the “DCassclowns” remark will endear her to them.

— Cathy(@66Betty) April 28, 2013

Sigh. Unlike the current occupant of the White House, Sarah Palin does not rely on being “endearing” to the drooling press.

Those who don’t bow at the altar of Hollyweird and who don’t chase lapdog tails loved Sarah Palin’s remark. Call it like it is, baby!

lol #assclowns.@sarahpalinusa. read.bi/ZPDcmY

— Tabitha Hale (@TabithaHale) April 28, 2013

Sarah! you are amazing! Saying what we all want to @sarahpalinusa … LOVE you girl!

— Reid McLain (@colocelt) April 28, 2013

LOVE!!!! –> RT @sarahpalinusa twitter.com/sarahpalinusa/…

— GayPatriot (@GayPatriot) April 28, 2013

.@sarahpalinusa‘s latest tweet may be my favorite of the month.

— Jedediah Bila (@JedediahBila) April 28, 2013

Yep. It’s a good one! RT @jedediahbila: .@sarahpalinusa‘s latest tweet may be my favorite of the month.

— Rschrim (@Rschrim) April 28, 2013

New word of the day…..assclowns….thanks @sarahpalinusa !!!! #tcot #ProLife #teaparty

— Cheryl Laughlin (@OhastoGo) April 28, 2013

@sarahpalinusa That’s your best status update yet. Love it!

— Carol Greene (@Carol_Greene) April 28, 2013

@sarahpalinusa I’m in Love……

— Chuck H (@rustydog71) April 28, 2013

@sarahpalinusa I love you for always standing up to these #ASSCLOWNS in DCyou are what makes America great

— Phillip (@PhillipG76) April 28, 2013

Bravo @sarahpalinusa for ticking off the Obamadrones . Almost 2,000 retweets . The pathetic assclown libs are in meltdown mode. Love you.

— Michael (@CoolChange80) April 28, 2013

I. Love. Her. >>>>Palin Slams DC ‘Assclowns’ for Throwing ‘Pathetic’ ‘#nerdprom‘ shar.es/l0FIc

— Gabe Kin (@Gabe_Kin) April 28, 2013

@sarahpalinusa Love You Sarah! You fight for hardworking America! Thank you!

— Thuma Newslink™ (@ThumaNewslink) April 28, 2013

Best. Tweet. Ever. @sarahpalinusa

— votermom (D) (@votermom) April 28, 2013

@sarahpalinusa This is why I love you. Guts to tell the truth .

— TheAngelMoRomney (@AngelMoRomney) April 28, 2013

@sarahpalinusa Tell it, sister!

— Kensington (@NYKensington) April 28, 2013

Amen. Fight, and tweet, like a girl, baby!

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Twitchy coverage of the White House Correspondents’ Dinner

Mama Grizzly boom: Sarah Palin slams MSNBC’s ‘you didn’t birth that’ spot with awesome photo

Can we take them hunting? Sarah Palin slams MSNBC: ‘If our kids belong to you, do yours belong to us?’

En Flipping Fuego! Sarah Palin blasts MSNBC’s ‘All your children belong to us’ spot; Calls out CNN’s ‘Crossfire’ hypocrisy

Marc Lamont Hill meets Sarah Palin at airport: ‘Wondered if I would’ve been that nice’

Sarah Palin: Americans ‘need to get outraged’ over green energy losers like Fisker

Pitiful: Sarah Palin continues to live rent-free in Tina Fey’s head; Politico swoons

Aww: Sarah Palin shares ‘Happy Birthday, Piper Indi Grace!’ photo album

Sarah Palin zings Karl Rove at CPAC; Karl Rove whine-attacks, ‘I’d serve out my term’ 

Awesome: Sarah Palin sips Big Gulp during CPAC speech; ‘Bloomberg’s not around’ [pics and video]

Read more: http://twitchy.com/2013/04/28/tweet-like-a-girl-sarah-palin-blasts-dc-assclowns-at-pathetic-correspondents-dinner/

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It has come to my attention that ASAN plagiarized work from an autistic Indigenous writer and refused to apologize or give reparations. The event organizer of the counter-stream for April 30 has cancelled the event as a result. This, combined with the fact that Mark Rober is actively deleting comments from actually autistic people telling him to pick another charity that doesn't support ABA, is absolutely heartbreaking to find out and a disappointing way to begin wrapping up Autism Acceptance Month.

If you are looking at supporting an autistic charity, please check out the Autistic Women and Non-binary Network instead.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

"Gina Carano will not be returning to The Mandalorian or the Star Wars galaxy after sharing a post on social media implying that being a Republican today is like being Jewish during the Holocaust."

Yes, because being a politician who makes a six figure salary is the exact same as being sent to concentration camps. As if her transphobia wasn't bad enough.

17 notes • Posted 2021-02-11 13:17:45 GMT

#4

My Pokémon OC Lauren "Serenity" Beck has a Corviknight on her team. Sometimes, Corviknight likes to give her an alternative to flying around on his back. Commission by @jisatsu-draw.

24 notes • Posted 2021-08-16 07:21:03 GMT

#3

Full Gear was incredible, but there's one thing in the main event I absolutely loved.

The past year, the Elite has been bolstered by Don Callis, Adam Cole, Brandon Cutler, the Good Brothers, and Michael Nakazawa. Running wild, cheating to win, the numbers game, the outrageous outfits, etc etc.

When Don Callis got knocked out and the Young Bucks came down to ringside, it was just the four of them. No overwhelming numbers, no arrogance, no Callis. Just Omega, Page, and the Bucks, with whom the story began. In that moment, reality seemed to slap the Bucks in the face and show that maybe - just MAYBE - they lost sight of why this all started, and it finally came back to bite the Elite.

I had to rewatch the main event this morning, because I was too tired to properly enjoy it last night. But goddamn, what a match. Page absolutely deserves it.

25 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 17:01:24 GMT

#2

CM PUNK AND MJF IN A PROMO BATTLE

CM PUNK AND MJF IN A PROMO BATTLE

CM PUNK AND MJF IN A PROMO BATTLE

CM PUNK AND MJF IN A PROMO BATTLE

CM PUNK AND MJF IN A PROMO BATTLE

25 notes • Posted 2021-08-21 04:44:41 GMT

#1

Hey friends. There's a livestream charity event on April 30th with proceeds going to NEXT for Autism.

I'm here to tell you, please DON'T support it.

NEXT for Autism is yet another goddamned Autism Speaks clone, where they advocate for ABA (applied behaviour analysis, basically teaching kids how to mask traits with methods that border on abuse) and advocate for a "cure" because they think autism is a disease.

Boycott the event, and if you feel the need to donate to an autism charity, put your money towards charities like the Autistic Self Advocacy Network that actually have autistic people on their committee.

It's 2021, and there are people out there who still think we're these broken, unemotional burdens on society.

89 notes • Posted 2021-04-19 12:32:20 GMT

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