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FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU FOR BURYING A DECLARATION OF WAR IN SOME FUCKWIT SALTBAE WIFEMAXXING STRIDER'S COMMENT SECTION. YOU WANT TO COOK A LUSUS SO FUCKING BAD? GAME ON, ASSHOLE. YOU. ME. TROLL IRON CHEF. I WILL TELEVISE THE FUCKING THING. YOU ASKED FOR IT, YOU SOGGY LITTLE SHIT. YOU WANT EVIL, I'LL SHOW YOU EVIL.
https://cdn.imgchest.c0m/files/60a23f4a0d13.png ask and y0u shall receive
i'd punch you square in the face
Florid ſeems to think ſo.
FROM THE MOMENT THE NAME "CHALKBOX" WAS SEARED ONTO MY CHITTR PROFILE LIKE A DIGITAL BRANDING IRON, I HAVE CHAFED BENEATH IT. SOME OF YOU KNOW ME BY THIS TITLE AND NOTHING ELSE. TO SOME OF YOU, I STOPPED BEING "KARKAT" A LONG TIME AGO. AND ONCE UPON A TIME, I WOULD HAVE TOLD THOSE JACKOFFS TO KISS MY HEMOANONYMOUS ASS. BUT THAT OFFER IS NO LONGER VALID. THIS ASS HAS SINCE APPRECIATED IN VALUE BEYOND WHAT YOUR POCKET CAEGARS CAN AFFORD. IT'S BEEN THROUGH THE MOST BRUTAL AND CUTTHROAT OF ALL WORKPLACE RELATIONSHIPS — THE PRIME TIME SOAP OPERA OF COWORKERLY PLOT TWISTS. A MERGER. A MERGING OF ALLIANCES. PUBLICLY. IN THE TOWN SQUARE. PLAIN AS THE STUPID ON YOUR FACE. A FIRM, MEATY PRONGSHAKE BETWEEN TWO SHITBAGS FROM DIFFERENT WALKS OF LIFE WHO HAVE SOMEHOW ENDED UP IN THE SAME COSMIC LANDFILL, ANYWAY. TWO FUCKWITS WHO HAVE MORE IN COMMON THAN I OR ANYONE ELSE MIGHT HAVE THOUGHT. TWO FECULENT NOOKSTAINS WHO KNOW THAT IF WE'RE GOING TO BE PRESS-GANGED INTO SERVICE IN THE WORST JOB IN EXISTENCE, WE'RE GOING TO DO IT IN STYLE. TO THE FELT. TO *ALL* OF THE FELT. YES, INCLUDING YOU, @handMaid. BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO SEE THIS, PERSONALLY. MAY THE GLOWING-HOT PROD OF MY ENMITY REND ITSELF UPON THE MEMBRANE OF YOUR GANDERBULBS WITH SIZZLING, BUBBLING AMUSEMENT. BECAUSE, AND I QUOTE, "ALL MEN KNOW HOW TO DO IS LIE AND STEAL AND FUCKING BETRAY." AND MOST OF ALL, TO MY COWORKERS. TO MY TEAM. TO THE FECKLESS, MISERABLE SHITHEELS WHO EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO GET THE JOB ALONGSIDE ME. TO THE ONES WHO NEVER GAVE UP. THE ONES FOR WHOM "CHALKBOX" WAS NEVER A BAD WORD. @comedyGold. @gullibleColumnist. @terribleFate, YOU TOO, YOU FUCKING WEIRDO. AND WHY THE FUCK NOT — @veritysGleam, MY LOYAL MAIDLING. @terminatedRegalia WANTS YOU TO REPORT TO A LEADER? YOU'RE SURE AS FUCK GOING TO GET ONE. SO HERE. FOR ALL YOU ANNOYING CHUTEMAGGOTS WHO EVER BUSTED MY GLOBES ABOUT NOT "COMMITTING TO THE WORKPLACE TEAM SPIRIT. FINE. YOU WIN. THIS IS THE PATHETIC, MICROSCOPIC CRUMB OF MY CONCESSION. @scratchDoctor. SINCE THE MOMENT YOU SIGNED MY EMPLOYMENT CONTRACT, I ONLY EVER WORE A SHRED OF THE COLOR TO SPITE YOUR DUMBFUCK ANTIQUATED DRESS CODE. EVERY TIME I YANK THE TIE OFF, IT'S WITH MY MIDDLE PRONGSTUB. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT DIRECTION I POINT IT IN — I KNOW IT'S ALWAYS FACING YOU. I HAVE IMBUED THAT TIE WITH ALL OF MY HATE. ALL OF MY RAGE. ALL OF THE BITTER, FULMINATING CHAGRIN IN MY EVERY PULSING LIFE FIBER. I PLAN TO DO THE SAME WITH THIS ONE, FOR THE RECORD. SO FEAST YOUR SMOOTH, BALD HEAD (IN PLACE OF ANY DISCERNIBLE GANDERBULBS) ON THE COLOR YOU SO CLEARLY WANT YOUR COVEN OF INTERDIMENSIONAL RAINBOW DRINKER COSPLAYERS TO WEAR. GO AHEAD. GLOAT LIKE YOU WON ME OVER, EVENTUALLY. LIKE I DECIDED TO REP THE COMPANY COLORS, FOR ONCE. IT IS MY HATE-FILLED, SPITE-FUELED, IRONIC GESTURE OF PROTEST TO YOU AND THE MALDING GREEN MANLET @caliBorn HIMSELF. YOU TWO, BY VIRTUE OF SIGNING MY CHECKS, HAVE SUFFICIENT CLEARANCE TO KISS MY ASS. THE FELT IS MORE THAN A NINE TO FIVE. MORE THAN A HIVE WHERE I KICK UP MY FRONDS AFTER A GRUELING ETERNITY OF TOIL, WHETHER IT'S IN THIS TIME PERIOD OR IN AN ISEKAI TO THE FAR-FLUNG PAST. MORE THAN A PRISON TO CONTAIN A HATRED THAT PARADOX SPACE ITSELF HAS BEEN TRYING TO SQUASH FOR AS LONG AS I'VE BEEN WEARING GRAY, AND IT STILL HASN'T CULLED ME YET. THE FELT IS WHERE I BELONG. FOR BETTER AND FOR WORSE. SO GO AHEAD. FUCK IT. WHO CARES WHAT YOU CALL ME. KARKAT. CHALKBOX. CHALKY. OR ANOTHER TITLE THAT I'LL UNVEIL IN ANOTHER, SEPARATE CHITT, RELATED TO HAVING FINALLY PUT A CERTAIN CHICANEROUS PURRBEAST IN HER PLACE IN REGARD TO WHO THE *SUPERIOR ROMANTIC CINEASTE* IS. IT DOESN'T MATTER. IF I'M HERE FOREVER, I'M DOING IT MY WAY. OR IN THIS CASE, A SORT OF JOINT-PARTNERSHIP WAY. BESPOKE NEW UNIFORM COURTESY OF @charmeuseCaressing. TAILORED BY THE FELT, YES, BUT ON *MY* TERMS. BECAUSE YOU DRESS FOR THE JOB YOU WANT, NOT THE ONE YOU HAVE. AND MARA. IF YOU'RE READING THIS. AND I KNOW YOU ARE, BECAUSE YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO HELP YOURSELF. I WANT THAT PAIR OF NEEDLES YOU VANDALIZED OUT OF ROTTING GREEN COMPANY PROPERTY. NOT BECAUSE I GIVE A SHIT. BUT BECAUSE I KNOW AN OBNOXIOUS, OMNIPOTENT DIPSHIT WHO DOES. HOW MANY ZEROES WILL BE ON THE CHECK HE SIGNS WHEN I BRING BACK HIS SISTER'S THORASSIC BONE CURVATURE, I WONDER. ESPECIALLY WHEN I PRY IT FROM YOUR HOT, WHORELY HANDS. WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU AND EVERY OTHER POMPOUS, JACKBOOTED SHITHEEL WHO KEPT ME DOWN HERE, I'LL STAB THEM STRAIGHT THROUGH YOUR WORKPLACE ORGANIZATION CHART AND TEAR IT A GAPING NEW WASTE CHUTE. THERE ARE GOING TO BE SOME FUCKDAMN *CHANGES* AROUND HERE. DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME LAMENTING THE LOSS OF YOUR UNDERLING, *MANAGER.* BECAUSE THAT PROMOTION. IS #ALREADYHERE.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME. NO WONDER I'VE BEEN GETTING THESE CONFUSED, SPIRALING PISSANTS IN MY DMS. THE SITE'S SHOWTIME HAS BEEN WRONG. COME THE FUCK ON, MAN. WAY TO MAKE US LOOK UNPROFESSIONAL. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. I'LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER. LET ME SEE IF I CAN FIX THIS.
THIS COMING FROM THE SHITSPONGE WHO FORGOT ABOUT HIS OWN WRIGGLING DAY UNTIL HE UPLOADED THE PICTURES A FEW DAYS AGO. MAYBE YOU'RE ENTIRE DRACULAS OF SWEEPS OLD AND YOUR SOGGY, GERIATRIC, DEMENTIA-RIDDLED THINKPAN JUST FORGOT.
he's a very good 8uge when he isn't MAKING FUN OF ME
wails and sobs and rolls around and kicks my feet but when you actually look at my face its completely neutral and tear free
LIC HER I HARDLY KNOW HER x
It's another race that will have to be called early, Candy Corn appears to be quite popular among the populace. It advances on. For this next matchup we have Swedish Fish (Red Reacts) VS. Percy Pigs (Black reacts)
i knew there was riggory afoot some motherfucking japery up in this bitch
Who Who is it Please dm it to me.
He is going to flip when he sees this LMAO
Casper I'm not going to lie, this is really fucking funny.
There is literally a member of the Lollipop Guild vying for my spade in dms rn.
Okay, short stack.
I could probably pin you and take it myself tbh
@creaticGoeticist you small lol
Literally yes hello
D --> Hn D --> I apologize D --> It isn't that you are unattractive D --> Far from it D --> You have an e%cellent jaw structure D --> I simply have a preference and the Karkat that I know has features that I enjoy much mare D --> As well as a style of dress which does mare for me D --> If this disappoints you you are allowed and encouraged to berate me for my rudeness
wvhat an honor to 8e the featured model on the front page of cosmo crush! feast your eyes on a real stud, they evwen hawve a centerfold #cowver8uoy
:)
I am only reporting the truth, Karkat.
At lea2t II’m good at 2omethiing unliike you, foiid
to my haters who hoped and prayed 1 d1ed for real th1s t1me:
hey so
i cant believe you would let me fall, and you wont stand up with me forever, dude you wont even be there for me through it all
IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME. BEFORE FuCKSTuPID SLANDER HIT THE TIMELINE. SO CALLOuSLY STuPID IN FACT. SO VACuOuSLY DuMBFuCKERY RIFE. SO INSIPID AND TERMINALLY IDIOTIC. SO. PREDICTABLY AND PATENTLY OFFENSIVE. THAT IT WOuLD MERIT A RESPONSE. FROM THE HIGHEST AuTHORITY IN ALL THE FELT. BLAME IT ON THE DRINKS. BLAME IT ON THE #SuBSTANCE YOu CONSuMED. BLAME IT EVEN ON THE SPINE SHEDDINGLY TERRIFIC TIMOROuSNESS THAT MY LOOMING. ALL INSPIRING PRESENCE AFFORDS YOu. BuT DO NOT DARE THINK FOR ONE SECOND I WILL ALLOW THE LOT OF YOu. TO BLAME IT ON uNAPOLOGETIC AND uNAVOIDABLE IGNORANCE. AS WE ALL KNOW. KNOWING THINGS. IS ONTOLOGICALLY MORE GOOD THAN NOT KNOWING THEM. WALLOWING IN THE PITIABLY PuTRID MINES OF MORONIA. OF KHAZAD-DÛMBASS. AS THE DWARVES SAY. IS NOT A VERY GOOD WAY TO LIVE. IT IS NOT A WAY TO LIVE AT ALL. REALLY. TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST. FuLL DISCLOSuRE. ALL CARDS ON THE TABLE. CORPSES OuT OF THE BASEMENT. SKELETONS EVACuATED FROM THE CLOSET. IT IS AN AWFuLLY GOOD WAY TO GET KILLED. VERY VERY PERMANENTLY. BuT IN THE INTEREST OF FAIRNESS TO THE LESS THAN FORTuNATELY BRAIN ENDOWED. AND AS A PART OF AN ONGOING REPAYMENT TO THE STuPID PEOPLE OF SOCIETY. WHO CANNOT BE HELD ACCOuNTABLE FOR VICTIMIZING THEMSELVES WITH THEIR OWN STuPID. I OFFER A CRITIQuE. WHILE NEEDLE NECKED HARPIES. AND OuT OF TOuCH YOCKEL DIPSHITS. RALLIED AROuND MY LOYAL SERVANTS. TO GAWK AND GLOAT. @comedyGold AND @carbolicGalvanologist BOTH HELD THE LINE. THEY PREACHED THE TRuTH. AS THEY WERE MOCKED AND DRESSED DOWN. FOR THE CRIME OF BEING MESSIANIC. BEYOND THEIR WISE ASSS MORTAL LIFE-LED YEARS. AS ALPHAS-IN-TRAINING. WHEN EVEN A DECEIVER. A SEWER OF DISCORDS. A *TYPICAL* WOMAN. @therapistofThedeepone TRIED TO TAKE CREDIT FOR A MAN. AND A FuNNY WOMAN. BEING RIGHT. IN A MAN'S WORLD. ABOuT A MAN. AS DESCRIBED. BY A MAN. AND A FuNNY WOMAN. WHICH IS MAN ADJACENT. AS ALL OF THIS TRANSPIRED. FuCKED uP AND GuTSY MOVE PRESENTED WITHOuT PROOF. MY MEN. MY SOLDIERS. MY INFINITE INFANTRY. ARE NOT THE HELPLESS LITTLE EMPTY HEADED NINNIES INCAPABLE OF GREAT IDEAS AND VALuABLE INSIGHTS. WITHOuT YOuR OVIPOSITIONING LITTLE IDEA EGGS TO HATCH ON TOP OF THEIR FuCKING CONCAVE ASS INWARDLY BOWING HEADS. RIGHT INTO BIG SPARKLY LIGHTNING IN A BuLBOuS BOTTOM BOTTLE. IDEAS ARE NOT PLANTED. THEY ARE SHARED. AND YOuR SHARE. IS TWENTY FIVE PERCENT. SO *TH* ROSE. THAT IS YOuR TWENTY FIVE PERCENT OF A THANK YOu. MY MEN WILL BE COMPENSATED. MuCH GREATER. IN BOTH RECOGNITION OF THE MERITS OF THEIR ANALYSIS. AND AS CONSIDERATION. NEVERTHELESS. I AM PLEASED TO INTRODuCE. AS WAS SPECuLATED. ONE OF MANY CHARACTERS IN MEDIA. WHO ARE LITERALLY ME. MORIARTY. FROM THE HuMAN MASTERPIECE. KNOWN AS SHERLOCK GNOMES. IGNORE THE KISSY FACE PREDECESSOR. GNOMEO AND JuLIET. uTTER HORSESHIT. uNWORTHY OF DISCuSSION. BuT THE SEQuEL. MuCH LIKE MORIARTY'S MACHINATIONS FROM THE MOVIE PROPER. IS ART. THE DESIRE. NO. OBSESSION. WITH COMPLEXITY. WITH A REVENGE THAT PREYS ON THE WEAKNESSES OF OTHERS. THE WILLINGNESS TO ABSTAIN FROM KILLING. PuRELY TO SHOW HOW CLEVER WE ARE. THE THEATRICALITY. HIS PLAN MAKES PERFECT FuCKING SENSE. AND WHILE HIS AMBITIONS. OF SMASHING GARDEN GNOMES IN LONDON. IS NOT AS FAR REACHING AS. SAY. CONSuMING uNIVERSES. AND MuRDERING ROVING PANTHEONS OF DIPSHIT LOSERS. THE JOuRNEY OF ONE THOuSAND BODIES. STARTS WITH A SINGLE STEP AND SHANK. THE FIRST DEATH I EVER CAuSED. WAS MY SISTER. AND I BET. IF MORIARTY HAD A SISTER. HE WOuLD KILL HER TOO. JuST. LIKE. LITERALLY. ME.
I’m breaking out 108,333,333.33 years early. I’m only doing an hour.
@creaticgoeticist Fixed, As Requested. #positive #larkdoodles https://i.ibb.co/d06hpvrx/illustration-20260918-1.png
tj eckleberg looking ass
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The cha1ns j1ngled as Hayaah occas1onally struggled aga1nst the b1nds that held her legs together and arms beh1nd her back. Her ha1r dangled past her head 1n a messy bra1d that nearly touched the floor. Even though 1t was a short t1me, she was def1n1tely worse for wear, sk1n not1ceably pale w1th sunken eyes and match1ng dark c1rcles under them. The area around the cont1nuous 1V l1ne was bru1sed a deep, tarn1shed gold w1th two small streams of blood leak1ng out from the puncture wound. Hayaah was t1red, much more so than she had been 1n a long t1me. Desp1te the hot-as-hell desert planet, her cell was cold and wet, mean1ng she was e1ther 1n a cave system or underground. Hayaah eyed her removed jacket and sh1rt that sat 1n a p1le 1n an unreachable corner as she felt a sudden draft send a ch1ll down her mostly exposed sp1ne. Somewhere down the l1kely hallway, a door opened, chang1ng the space’s a1r pressure system, 1nd1cat1ng that Hayaah was about to have another v1s1tor. A short, scrappy 1mp sauntered down the hallway, keys jangl1ng at 1ts h1ps as 1t carr1ed an empty gas can 1n hand. Sett1ng the cans down, the 1mp unlocked the cell door, lett1ng 1tself 1n w1thout a care 1n the world. 1t sw1tched out the now blood-f1lled gas can w1th the empty one, 1gnor1ng the daggers Hayaah glared 1nto 1ts head wh1le wh1stl1ng a l1ttle tune to 1tself. 1t was about to turn around and leave before not1c1ng that the 1V l1ne had started leak1ng. Hes1tantly, 1t looked back to the open door, th1nk1ng about not1fy1ng a h1gher-up, but shrugged to 1tself, com1ng to the conclus1on that 1t was better off just chang1ng the 1V cannula by 1tself. The 1mp started towards the cha1n w1nd1ng lever before snapp1ng 1ts f1ngers and produc1ng a syr1nge w1th clear l1qu1d content. Hayaah’s yellow and blue mono-colored eyes w1dened as she attempted to sh1ft 1n her restra1nts before the needle p1erced the sk1n at her neck and 1ts contents empt1ed. Hayaah let out a small cry, and a moment later she became notably lax, the tenseness eas1ng out of her muscles as her eyes became half-l1dded and breath1ng slowed. The 1mp returned to 1ts prev1ous path plan, reach1ng the lever and started to turn 1t. When Hayaah was f1n1shed be1ng slowly lowered to the ground, the 1mp locked the lever and returned to the capt1ve troll. Choos1ng between the keys, the 1mp found the correct one that unlocked the troll’s hand and arm restra1nts that connected to the ma1n cha1n l1ne. Lay1ng her flat on her back, the 1mp f1shed out of 1ts pockets another fresh 1V cannula and l1ne, keep1ng an eye on the sedated capt1ve w1th half a care on 1ts m1nd. After prepar1ng the new 1V, the 1mp removed the old, result1ng 1n a pa1ned moan and clutched f1sts but l1ttle movement otherw1se. That was, unt1l the moment the 1mp attempted to 1nsert the new 1V. Hayaah’s eyes snapped open and the closest free hand grabbed the 1mp’s wr1st of the hand hold1ng the cannula. The 1mp yelped 1n surpr1se, but was unable to do much else, as Hayaah’s movements were too qu1ck for 1t. Tw1st1ng the 1mp’s arm, she forced out the 1V out of the captor’s hand and subsequently sp1nn1ng 1t around to face away from her. Us1ng her ps1on1cs, Hayaah unlocked the lever and spun the w1nder, caus1ng the cha1ns to cl1nk rap1dly and fall 1nto a mound on the ground. Us1ng ps1on1cs aga1n, she brought the cha1ns to her free hand and wrapped 1t around the 1mps neck, yank1ng both ends 1n oppos1te d1rect1ons. The 1mp had no t1me to cause alarm as 1ts neck was crushed and 1ts body d1ss1pat1ng 1nto a small p1le of gr1st and a clamor1ng keyr1ng. Hayaah sat up for a moment, heav1ly breath1ng before allow1ng herself to ease forward to snatch the keyr1ng, try1ng key after key unt1l she freed herself from the metal b1nds. Attempt1ng to stand, the blood rushed from her head back 1nto normal flow, caus1ng her to momentar1ly stagger. She put a hand on her chest over the blood-dra1n1ng wound, 1t tak1ng 20 seconds to completely heal closed. Too slow for comfort. Hayaah cl1cked her tongue 1n frustrat1on as she went to the corner of the cell to retr1eve her sh1rt and jacket and redressed herself. Hayaah momentar1ly paced 1n the cell, attempt1ng to undo the glar1ngly obtrus1ve metal muzzle’s hold on her to no ava1l. Dropp1ng the keyr1ng, Hayaah d1dn’t bother to l1nger 1n the cell any longer. Creep1ng to the open cell door, she looked left and r1ght to case the 1mmed1ate surround1ngs. Empty. Noth1ng. No one. Just a d1mly l1t hallway that curved away from the cell block. These 1mps really were *that* stup1d after all. W1th that, the ex-capt1ve troll took off 1n a spr1nt through the stone-carved halls. Confused 1mps of d1fferent shapes, s1zes, and ranks stared dumbfounded as she breezed past them. Some 1mps gathered the1r w1ts and followed Hayaah, yell1ng and brand1sh1ng 1mpromptu weapons beh1nd her. From the perspect1ve of the not yet not1ced SCARAB drone, the rema1n1ng uploaded footage looked l1ke a scene r1ght out of a h1gh-octane Altern1an act1on mov1e*. Hayaah used anyth1ng w1th1n arm’s reach, rang1ng from handfuls of nuts and bolts, g1ant fuck-off automot1ve wrenches, and even other smaller 1mps. She shrugged off stab wounds and punctures, us1ng the embedded makesh1ft and very real weapons to plow through 1mps 1n her wake. Although her charg1ng seemed 1n1t1ally d1rect1onless, 1t becomes obv1ous to keen-eyed v1ewers that she was mak1ng a mental map of the 1mp-1nfested structure. 1t took a broken, rusted p1ke skewer1ng Hayaah through the back and out through the stomach to recogn1ze she needed to call 1t qu1ts. Tak1ng rap1d breaths, she pulled the weapon through and out ent1rely w1th a yell. Sober1ngly, 1t took notably longer than normal for the hole to heal. She had to get out of there. P1vot1ng, Hayaah headed 1n the d1rect1on of revv1ng 1mpact dr1lls and crackl1ng sparks of 1n-process weld1ng. The space she ran 1nto w1dened drast1cally w1th h1gh ce1l1ngs lead1ng to a tunnel lead1ng outs1de. She was surrounded w1th more dangl1ng cha1ns and d1fferent veh1cles at d1fferent states of repa1r or decay. Desp1te spott1ng the broken s1lhouette of her scuttlebuggy from across the space, Hayaah pa1nfully left 1t beh1nd, a1m1ng for a just-parked su1cycle close to the ex1t tunnel. The mad dash was dramat1c and successful, but barely. The su1cycle’s eng1ne revved and echoed as 1t sped through and out of the tunnel. Hayaah was met w1th the fam1l1ar mounta1nous desert landscape, h1tt1ng the wall of 1ts unrelent1ng dust and heat. For a spl1t second, she gr1maced at the env1ronmental change, almost m1ss1ng the hold1ng cell. Almost. Hayaah sped off 1n no part1cular d1rect1on, just anywhere away from wherever she had been. After a few m1nutes of dr1v1ng away as fast as the lanc1ng back, she saw the shr1nk1ng mass of a steep, vert1cal, mounta1nous structure l1ttered w1th cave ex1ts at d1fferent places and elevat1ons. At the very top and droop1ng down the sheer edges was uncharacter1st1c greenery. 1t cl1cked for her then why the 1mps attempted to dra1n her empty of L1FE BLOOD, but 1t wasn’t the t1me to dwell on 1t. She turned to focus on speed1ng ahead to the closest canyon range to lose any attempt1ng chase. Anywhere but here. 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ayo i got 67 followers six seveeeeennn ... okay yeah just take me out the back and shoot me now i deserve that one
Watch out for the spider pit.
Some of you mfs have guys in you that are scary as fuck bro. Keep that shit inside, I don't wanna talk to it.
if youre wwerent makin at least ten million a light at six swweeps old you lost the battle
y0u w0uld watch ben stiller's creepy gaunt face willingly w0uldn't y0u. g0g the humans have twisted y0ur pan, kk.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @creaticgoeticist it’s Not Like It Is In The Movies, You Know. Someone Dies In A Violent And Terrible Way, And They Play A Soundtrack Snippet. Maybe They Add In Some Foley, A Bit Of Dialogue For The Villain, The Lamentation Of The Onlookers As They Mourn A Sudden Loss Of Their Beloved Companion. It’s Cacophonous In Its Chaos, A Constant Echo Of Itself, And Perhaps That’s For The Best; It Masks The Scent Of Death In A Way That Maintains Its Palatability. The Audience Is Sad, But They Are Cradled. They Can Shut Their Eyes Or Look Away, And Are Seduced By The Notion That What They Have Just Witnessed Is Not Real. you Cannot Afford Such Luxuries. The Reality Is The Stillness Of A Corpse, And The Rhythm Of Your Own Breathing. the Absence Of Any Sort Of Fanfare Is Not Something You Are Expecting. All You Can Hear Instead Is The Agonizing Silence Of A Life Given In Exchange For Yours. There’s No More Screeching Metal As It Clashes With Itself, No More Grunts Of Effort Or Calls For Backup. There Is Nothing. Nothing At All. Wait, There Is One Thing. The Drip, Drip, Drip Of Blood Slipping From Where It Clings To Lord English’s Cane And Onto The Ground Where He— What’s Left Of Him, That Is— Lay At His Feet. A Cruel Addition To The Otherwise Hollow Fucking Nothing You’re Already Plummeting Downward Into. You Stare At The Unmoving, Eviscerated Mass Of Limbs And It Reminds You Of The Tumor You Afflicted Their Universe With All That Time Ago. The Red Miles Of His Blood Seep Into The Jagged Cracks Of The Rocky Surface You Stand On, Reaching For Something To Infect. Reaching For You. You Look At Him Like This. Drip, Drip. He Does Not Look Back. He Can’t. There Are No Eyes For Him To Do So. how Can It Be Over, Just Like This? There Are Supposed To Be Final Words, A Last Cry Of Passion, A Kiss Goodbye. Like You Are Reminded Coldly, You Cannot Afford Such Niceities. Your Lover’s Brain Matter Is Currently Being Smeared Across The Bottom Of A Green Scaled Heel. You Do Not Have Time To Think About The Last Time You Saw Him Smiling, Or What His Last Words Happened To Be, Or If They Were Even Addressed To You. You Will Scramble To Cling To Them Later When You Have A Moment To Comprehend The Immense Loss That You Face, But All You Are Able To Do In This Moment Is White-knuckle Your Sickles And Listen To The Stick-drag Of Heavy Footsteps Clodden In Viscera. damn Him, For Being A Hero. you Knew That This Would Be The Ruling From The Moment He Stepped In Front Of You. The Grandfather Clock, Though Not In Your Field Of View, Tolls Once, Twice, Again. The Pendulum Agonizes Over Its Choice As You Agonize Over Cutting Superficially At The Lord Who Took From You Your Last Bastion Of Hope. You Don’t Want To. You’re Tired. You Can’t Strike Aptly When All You Can Think About Is The Tip Of The Cane You’re Battling Against Being Driven Into The Knight Of Time’s Throat. You Cannot Beat Him When He Already Knows Your Next Move. You Cannot Overcome Him. He Is Already Here. heroic. you Slice Away A Sizable Portion Of Thick Skin. just. you Constrict The Flow Of Lord English’s Blood, Tightening His Capillaries To Singularities. heroic. you Ignore Your Aching Heart As You Accidentally Slip In Some Of The Knight’s Blood. just. you Feel Like You Are Going To Die As You Drive Your Sickle Into The Writhing Bulk Of Scales And Sinew And Filet Him Where He Stands. heroic. you Miss Him Infinitely, And You Will Forever. the Rest Of Them Have To Drag You Away From Him. Your Nostrils Are Filled With The Stench Of Iron And Your Lips Taste Of It Too. It Was Uncouth To Bury Your Face In His Caved-in Chest, But You Just Couldn’t Help Yourself. You Wanted To Provide Him One Last Comfort. It Is The Least You Can Do. His Last Glimpse Of You Was The Way You Looked On In Terror. You Wish It Hadn’t Been. You Wish Instead It Was Of The Kiss You Shared Before Turning Your Backs Against Each Other To, As He Would So Eloquently Say, “kick Some Green Ass”. Or, Perhaps, Of The Sweetness Of The Pastries You Had Five Mornings Ago, Or The Light Of The Nearest Stars Bouncing Off Of Your Face And Making Your Eyes Sparkle Like You Had No Idea They Did. anything But This. the Stillness Will Cease, One Day. Sweeps Later, When You Meet The Lord And You Become His Knight. But You Don’t Know This Yet. For Now, You Force Loudness, You Surround Yourself With It, And You Try To Carry Your Heavy Soul From One Place To The Next. You Insert Yourself Into Places You Likely Do Not Belong Just To Feel As If You Do. You Write Reviews Instead Of Talking To Him About Your Favorite Films. And You Live, Because Of A Sacrifice That You Will Always Be Angry With Him For Committing. you Will Live. heroic. just. heroic. #death #gore #grief 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 Just. ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
IT’S FuCKING BLASPHEMY.
Peach turnovers, then.
I was never the cameraman of the group, but the view was simply too good to pass up.
D --> I am restrained D --> Not even my great STRENGTH can free me from this earthen bondage D --> It is tight D --> Restricting D --> Hm... D --> I cannot pull myself free D --> I will need the assistance of a STRONG highb100d to free me from this earthen bind #fantasy #entrapment #mud bondage
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I Disagree.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @tranquiloutcast the Ending Of A Solo Session Is A Lonely One, No Haggard Team Celebrating A Battle Hard Fought, No Confetti, And Most Importantly, No Genesis Frog. No Perfectly Bred Universe Waiting To Receive Its Creator. No, A Session Built For A Lord Was Never About Creation. It Was Always About Command And Conquer. in The End, Though, Zeke Did Have Everything He Needed To Build His Cosmos. He Just Needed To Think A Little Outside Of The Box. he Had His Canvas, The Dead Earth That Followed Him Into The Medium, And He Had His Brush, The Colossal Life Force Of Yaldabaoth. there Was Nothing On Earth That He Cared To Preserve. He Was The Last Of The Last, Surviving In The Post-apocalyptic Wasteland Just Long Enough To Be Shoved Through The Cosmic Meat Grinder Of Sburb Entirely Against His Will. And Now, At The End Of It, Standing At The Precipice Of His Hollow Victory, Anger Poured Out Of Him Molten Hot. the Unrelenting, Absolute Resentment Of A Man Who Never Asked To Be God Bled Out Of Him In An Unyielding Flood Of Raw, Blinding Emotion Carried On Thousands Of Iridescent Strings That All But Burst From His Skin, From His Core. The Strings Snapped Into The Blackened, Ash-choked Soil Of The Dead Planet Like Hungry Power Lines, Carrying With It His Fury And The Volatile Essence Of The Denizen That Gave Him The Ultimatum In The First Place. it Never Occurred To Him, Not In That State, That His Rampaging Vitality Was Cannibalising More Than Just The Life Force Of Yaldabaoth. Maybe He Would Never Realize That His Friends And The Handlers Alike, Fallen To His Blade, Were Being Dragged Into The Primordial Mixture Just The Same. Violently Pulled Into The Epicenter Of His Wrath Run Wild. would He Have Stopped? If He Knew That As The Planet Was Subjected To This Cataclysmic, Reality-bending Change, That Their Genetic Blueprints And Lingering Life Sparks Were Being Torn Apart At The Molecular Level And Woven Directly Into The Fabric Of Space-time? probably Not. Nor Is It Like That He Would Ever Have Been Able To Forgive Himself For That Fact. the Dead Earth Condensed Into A Single, Infinitely Dense Point Of Condensed Matter And Energy. The Universe Held Its Breath. then It Exploded Outward, A Microscopic Singularity Of Ruin, Divine Blood, And The Left Over Dredges Of Humanity Detonated Into A Violent Cosmic Expansion, Frantically Rushing In To Fill In The Void. the Crust And Mantle Of The Repurposed Planet Widened Into A Vast And Hallow Abyss, Stretching Across Billions Of Miles Of Newly Minted Void To The Tune Of Zeke’s Heartbeat. Continents Tore Apparent Into The Thin, Translucent Cosmic Membranes That Would Become The Walls Of This Reality, And The Molten Iron Core Shattered Into A Shower Of White-hot, Self-sustaining Stars And Swirling Newborn Galaxies. humanity Became The Bedrock Of His New Creation; Cara’s Quiet Resilience, The Heavy Gravity Wells Pulling Newborn Worlds Together. Milo And Nico’s Spirits Combined To Ignite The Core Of A Thousand Burning Suns Across The Tapestry. The Memory Of Humanity, Of Earth, Dissolved Into The Cosmic Background Radiation, A Living Breathing Universe Made From The Core Of The People He Failed To Save. hodgepodged Together With The People He Failed To Save Them From. his Creation Immediately Settled Into A Violent, Hyper-accelerated Soup Of Existence Driven By His Spite. Within The Newly Opened Expanse, Secondary Planets Began To Erupt Into Being, Ignited By The Sudan And Heavy Pressure Of The Rogue Life Energy Cooling Into Matter. Countless Stars Flaring To Life Did So In Brilliant, Neon-green Flashes And Burned With An Unnatural And Aggressive Heat That Warped The Space Around Them. eventually, The Bitter God Entered His Creation And Descended Onto A Planet That Saw The Cosmic Cooling And Evolution Of An Entire World Sped Up And Compressed Into A Matter Of Days. The Sky Ignited Violently With Atmospheric Gasses As Massive Flora Detonated Outward From Tectonic Fractures In The Planet's Crust, Breathing Oceans Worth Of Oxygen Into The Atmosphere. At The Same Time, The Seas Filled With Viscous, Primordial Amniotic Fluids That Gave Life To Entirely New Ecosystems In The Span Of Hours. zeke’s Frantic, Angry Pulse, Combined With Yaldabaoth’s Monstrous Legacy Forced Accelerated Evolution In Real Time. the First Organisms Didn’t Crawl Out Of The Seas, They Erupted From Them. Bones Splitting, Cells Mutating, Reforming In Seconds As The Planet’s Forced Vitality Dragged Them Screaming Into The Future. The Local Fauna Sprouted Jagged Bone-armor And Lethal Talons Just To Survive A World That Was Living Too Much, Too Fast. Just To Mutate In A Different Direction With The Next Breath Zeke Drew. exhaustion Caught Up To Him, Swiftly Taking The Place Of His Unchecked Wrath, So He Sought Out The Absolute Heart Of The Deepest, Oldest Jungle That Violently Conquered The Hemisphere He Occupied. the Environment Reacted To His Presence Immediately, A Sudden Terrified Hush Falling Over The Overgrown Jungle The Second His Shoes Touched The Soul. The Colossal Trees Froze, Their Bark Groaned As They Seemed To Bend Forward To Shield Their Angry God From The Still-volatile Sky. Thousands Of Eyes Blinked In The Undergrowth, Aggressive Wildlife Grew Rigid In A State Of Absolute, Submissive Paralysis To The Passive Aura Of The Lord That Invaded Their Veins. zeke Stood In The Dark, Damp Center Of The Jungle, Staring At His Hands Where The Glowing Strings Of Life Slowly Began To Slacken, Draping Like Heavy Cobwebs Into The Overgrowth. He Hated It. the Responsibility Of Conquest. Of Godhood. It Was All Too Much. he’d Not Even Thought About The Species' He “saved” From His Own Domineering Of An Entire Universe, The Planets Of Theirs That He Slotted Into The Black Hole That Lived In The Center Of Yaldabaoth’s Ultimatum. he Didn’t Want To Think About Them. The Members Of His Sanctuary Cabinet Knew What They Were To Do With Relocation. the Lord Of Life Just Wanted To Rest. For The First Time In His Life. with A Heavy Sigh, Zeke Knelt Into Dirt, And With A Single, Quiet Thought, Urged The Roots Beneath Him To Weave Together And Slowly Grow Into The Foundation Of The Isolated Cabin He Would Inhabit For Centuries To Come hilarious. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
VERY TOUCHING. NOW SCISSOR.
ATTENTION, FECKLESS INGRATES OF THE ADORABLOODTHIRSTY CINEMASSACRE CLUB. THIS IS YOUR LEADER SPEAKING. I'M PUTTING IN MY TWO WIPES. AS IN I NEED TWO WIPES OFF WHERE I'M NOT EXPECTED TO DO JACK MAGGOTY SHIT SO I CAN TIDY UP THE MOTHERGRUB OF ALL LOGISTICAL MESSES ON MY END HERE. THIS IS, IN FACT, AN OFFICIAL #ABCCLEADERSHIP REQUEST. OH, COME ON. IT'S LITERALLY JUST TWO MORE WIPES OF PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. WHAT, LIKE IT'S FUCKING HARD. MAKE A CHITT. COLLECT RSVPS. 7 PM PST. RAMBLE A LITTLE TO ANNOY CASPER. PIRATES FOUR AND FIVE. PLAY SOME DUMBFUCK GAMES AFTER, BECAUSE NOBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THE POST-MOVIE DISCUSSIONS, ANYMORE. PASS GO AND COLLECT TWO HUNDRED CAEGARS. IT'S THAT FUCKING SIMPLE. I DON'T EVEN GIVE A SHIT IF ONE OF YOU HOSTS, TWO OF YOU HOST, OR, IF FOUR BARELY-RESPONSIBLE ASSHOLES MANAGE TO CRAWL THEIR WAY OUT OF THE WOODWORK AT *THIS* MOMENT FOR SOME REASON AND NOT A MOMENT BEFORE, THEN JUST GO FUCKING CRAZY WITH IT. THE POINT IS — I NEED A BREAK, AND #ABCC NEEDS A SUBSTITUTE LEADER(S). IF YOU WANT TO DO YOUR WORTHLESS, ASSPANNED COMMUNITY A FAVOR AND HOST A #WATCHPARTY OR FOUR (OR IF YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT, THEN HEY, YOU GET TO PUT THIS ON YOUR RESUMÉ AND I'LL GIVE IT MY LEADERLY SEAL OF APPROVAL, WHOOP DEE FUCKING DOO), THEN INQUIRE BELOW. I KNOW, I KNOW. DON'T ALL #GETIN AT ONCE, ASSHOLES.
You're in love and it's lowkey kinda cute
DON'T ANY OF YOU SAY A WORD ABOUT THE FUCKAWFUL TIMING OF THIS CHITT. THERE ARE TIME DILATION DEAD ZONES HERE ON THE MOON LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE. BE GRATEFUL THAT YOU'RE GETTING ONE OF THESE AT ALL. AHEM. ATTENTION, WORTHLESS CINEMANIACS. THIS IS KARKAT VANTAS, LEADER OF THE ADORABLOODTHIRSTY CINEMASSACRE CLUB, HERE TO ANNOUNCE THAT THIS WIPE'S #abcc #WATCHPARTY (TO THE SURPRISE OF ABSOLUTELY NO ONE) WILL BE: PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: AT WORLD'S END (2007). IT'S STILL PIRATE PERIGEE, MOTHERFUCKERS. IT'S STILL GOING. REALLY, WHAT THE FUCK NEEDS TO BE SAID. IT'S THE TRUE CULMINATION OF THE SERIES. IT'S THE FINAL SWAN SONG TO ONE OF THE BEST NAUTICAL ROMANCES PUT TO THE SCREEN. IT WAS THE MOST EXPENSIVE FILM EVER PRODUCED AT THE TIME OF ITS RELEASE. IT'S GOT TROLL FUCKING KEITH RICHARDS. WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT. LET'S GET THIS STONE ROLLING, AND #GETIN. THIS FILM IS RATED PG-13 (PUNGENT GRUBSAUCE STRONG ENOUGH TO KILL A 13 WIPE-OLD). SHOWTIMES ARE AT 7 PM PST (PLACIDIC STANDARD TIME) EVERY WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY AT [ https://hyperbeam.com/v/abcc ]. REMEMBER THAT FRIDAYS ARE OPTIONAL SUBSTANCE NIGHTS. GMT (GHASTLY MIST TIME) SHOWTIMES ARE HOSTED BY CO-LEADER AND CINEMA BALL-KNOWER @creaticGoeticist, SO FOLLOW HIM FOR THE GMT SHOWTIME. RSVP BELOW WITH WHAT DAY YOU WANT TO RESERVE A SEAT FOR. GRAB THEM NOW, WHILE YOU CAN. THESE THINGS FILL UP FAST. REMEMBER: ABCC HAS A SUGGESTION BOX. IF YOU HAVE A MOVIE THAT *YOU* WANT TO WATCH THAT DOESN'T SUCK MAJOR SHAME GLOBES AND CAN BE EVEN *TECHNICALLY* CONSTRUED AS A ROMANCE IN LITERALLY ANY WAY, IN ANY CONCEIVABLE QUADRANT, THEN SUBMIT IT HERE [ https://forms.gle/7anjoq22cFsipBMS8 ]. SEE YOU THERE, ASSHOLES. #GETIN.
8=D < I am very pleased with this limo service 8=D < I have asked @arachnoidGrimorium to accompany me to a restaurant tolight.
Hm~ If only you knew a spot..
KARKATS. KILL THIS GUY.
ARE WE?! I DUNNO, MAN, YOUR INTENT SEEMS PRETTY GOD DAMN CLEAR TO ME!
fuck it i will! im hAvIn a grEAt tImE! gOgglEs on, 50 pOInts if yOU crack em hAhahA
pfffft hAhahaA no it is i was just fUckIn with a buddy of mInE. much lIkE how i'm fUckIng with yOU. dIggIn IntO my pAgE for this shit is a rEAl funny lOOk by the way.
ah cOOl, and i get to bring the net? pawn shop pArachutIng, OnE of my fAvoritE gAmEs? yOU shOUldn't hAvE.
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Cute.
THAT IS HIS HYDRATING SHEET MASK. YOU BITCH.
ENDURE TO OBTAIN. ENDURE TO OBTAIN. ENDURE TO OBTAIN. ENDURE TO OBTAIN…
I am a big fan of lavender, but candy red is growing on me as of late.
:33 < Rumeowr has it that a high ranking Befuran politician was caught with his pants down at a purrty recently! :33 < The anyanymous conaggressorman was allegedly spotted being bent ofur his desk by his top security guard! Talk about a furbidden trist!! :33 < The conaggressorman has stated himself to be in a very loyal and ringbound Matespurritship, so his sudden infidelity comes as quite the surpurrise!! :33 < His secretary is the one that discovered the scene, and has since b33n fured after she refused to sign a hush agr33ment. :33 < She was allegedly offured 40k boon bucks, which she refused, and was purromptly let go of furom the redacted company. #OfficeDrama #infidelity #cheatingScandal #caught #suggestive #politics #befuranpolitics #gossip #drama #PoliticianXSecurityGuard #IShipIt
I KNOW. IT'S LAST-MINUTE. FUCK OFF IF YOU'RE MAD ABOUT IT. I'VE HAD A HELL OF A WIPE. ATTENTION, WORTHLESS CINEMANIACS. THIS IS KARKAT VANTAS, LEADER OF THE ADORABLOODTHIRSTY CINEMASSACRE CLUB, HERE TO ANNOUNCE THAT THIS WIPE'S #ABCC #WATCHPARTY WILL BE (BY LOUD AS FUCK POPULAR DEMAND): PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: DEAD MAN'S CHEST (2006). I KNOW WHAT SOME OF YOU ARE THINKING. "IS ABCC JUST GOING TO BE ALL PIRATES, NOW. HAVE YOU FULLY SOLD OUT, KARKAT. IS TROLL BOB IGER BEHIND A CURTAIN SOMEWHERE, SLIPPING YOU A BOONBUCK TO JUST PLAY EVERY SINGLE MOVIE FROM THIS FUCKASS FRANCHISE." MY ANSWER IS THE SAME ONE I ALWAYS GIVE. HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME. AND ALSO, NO. DESPITE THE CHEERS OF THE THRONGING CROWD FOR "PIRATES, MORE BLOODY PIRATES," THIS MOVIE STANDS OUT IN PARTICULAR. REMEMBER HOW I SAID THAT THE CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL WAS A ROMANCE? WELL HOLD THE FUCKING PALMHUSK, PEOPLE. YOU WANT TO TALK ROMANCE? THERE'S NO ROMANCE LIKE A *TRAGIC* ROMANCE. AND LET ME TELL YOU. THIS IS A MOVIE THAT SPEAKS TO THE VERY DEPTHS OF MY BRINY, PICKLED, BARNACLE-ENCRUSTED BLACK PUSHER IN A WAY THAT ONLY THE MOST HATEFUL YEARNERS ALIVE COULD UNDERSTAND. IT HAS LONGING. IT HAS SORROW. AND YES. IT HAS THE LEGENDARY FUCKING DICE SCENE. IT'S TIME TO TWIST THAT KEY, CRACK OPEN THE CHEST. AND #GETIN. THIS MOVIE IS RATED PG-13 (PUNGENT GRUBSAUCE WITH ENOUGH SPICE TO KILL A 13 PERIGEE-OLD). SHOWTIMES ARE AT 7 PM PST (PLACIDIC STANDARD TIME) EVERY WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY AT [ https://hyperbeam.com/v/abcc ]. REMEMBER THAT FRIDAYS ARE OPTIONAL SUBSTANCE NIGHTS. GMT (GHASTLY MIST TIME) SHOWTIMES ARE HOSTED BY CO-LEADER AND CINEMA BALL-KNOWER @creaticGoeticist, SO FOLLOW HIM FOR THE GMT SHOWTIME. RSVP BELOW WITH WHAT DAY YOU WANT TO RESERVE A SEAT FOR. GRAB THEM NOW, WHILE YOU CAN. THESE THINGS FILL UP FAST. REMEMBER: ABCC HAS A SUGGESTION BOX. IF YOU HAVE A MOVIE THAT *YOU* WANT TO WATCH THAT DOESN'T SUCK MAJOR SHAME GLOBES AND CAN BE EVEN *TECHNICALLY* CONSTRUED AS A ROMANCE IN LITERALLY ANY WAY, IN ANY CONCEIVABLE QUADRANT, THEN SUBMIT IT HERE [ https://forms.gle/7anjoq22cFsipBMS8 ]. SEE YOU THERE, ASSHOLES. #GETIN.
:33 < Purreaking!! We have an update on the #Situation concerning Karkat Vantas and Damara Megido's arrests the other night!! :33 < The pair was arrested outside of the Rusty Spade the night of the 16th on multiple counts of aggravated assault and resisting culling. :33 < Mew leaked photos show their arrest outside of the Rusty Spade bar!! :33 < Karkat Vantas was bailed out the following night, and is now on hive arrest, while Damara remains at large after having vanished furom her cell! :33 < Her whereabouts are currently unknown, and the Cull Brigade is searching fur her. :33 < Unfurtunately I could not get my paws on the uncensored version of Mistfur Vantas's arrest photo, so all those juicy details about what may be hidden undfur that censor bar are left up to the imagination... #BefuranCulling #KarkatVantas #MissingPersons #PersonOfInterest #Drama #Gossip #JailBird #Leak #LeakedPhotos #Arrested #CensoredGills?? #WhatIsHeHiding!!! #JailedCuties #MogShots # LeakedImages #CullingStruggle #YuriBait #NipSlip [images submitted by @chelifurmGyves and @handMaid <3]
A portrait of sorts.. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c8930926734f.jpg ((c: @creaticGoeticist))
ANYTHING @creaticGoeticist SAYS A8OUT ME IS LI8EL 8TW
HHOLDSTILL. DON’T MOVE. I’M GOING BACK IN TIME. TO THE MOMENT THIS PICTURE WAS TAKEN. TO LICK YOUR SNAIL TRAIL OFF THE FLOOR.
ALRIGHT, I'LL KEEP THE GORMLESS SAPPY SHIT BRIEF. #STARWATCH WENT PRETTY WELL, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED. NOT A WHOLE LOT OF LIGHT POLLUTION ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE GREEN MOON, IF YOU CAN TRAVEL ALL THE DAMN WAY. YOU KNOW, LIGHT POLLUTION IS THE ONLY KIND OF TROLL-MADE WASTE THAT GOES AWAY INSTANTLY IF WE ALL STOP DOING IT. IF I COULD TAKE A FUCKING HATCHET TO THE ELECTRICAL GRID OF EVERY GENERATOR ON THE PLANET AT ONCE, THE SKY WOULD LOOK LIKE THIS EVERY NIGHT. BUT HEY. EVEN IF YOU CAN'T SEE IT OVER THE GLOW OF YOUR PALMHUSKS AND ISLABS AND YOUR TERRORVISIONS AND FUCKASS LIGHT-MODE CHITTR, IT'S ALL STILL THERE. BEHIND THE GLOW. FULL OF FALLING STARS. GOOD LIGHT, CHITTR. REMEMBER TO LOOK UP, ONCE IN A WHILE.
GOOD. KEEP THAT STUPID EMBARRASSING EMOJI HIDDEN BENEATH THE GRIMY FLAGSTONES WHERE IT BELONGS.
DUDE. COME ON. NOT IN PUBLIC.
OH, YOU SPAWN OF A WHORE.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THIS PEAL OF VILLAINOUS LAUGHTER WAS WELL-EARNED. I'M FILLING THE BESPOKE, WING-TIP SHOES THE FELT HAD FITTED FOR ME MORE AND MORE EACH DAY.
SEE YOU ON 10TH PERIGEE, KARKAT. #GETIN. #YOUWONTHAVEACHOICE. #YOUREMYCOHOST. #WHATAREYOUGONNADO. #CALLINSICK? #HEH.
REMIND ME TO BRING UP THAT QUOTE ABOUT "NEEDLING" EACH OTHER WHEN THE ABCC MOVIE OF THE WIPE IS FUCKING "SAW." WE'LL SEE WHO NEEDLES WHO, THEN.
ATTENTION, WORTHLESS CINEMANIACS. THIS IS KARKAT VANTAS, LEADER OF THE ADORABLOODTHIRSTY CINEMASSACRE CLUB, HERE TO ANNOUNCE THAT THIS WIPE'S #ABCC #WATCHPARTY WILL BE: PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: THE CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL (2003). LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT PIRATES OF THE FUCKING CARIBBEAN. IT IS MORE THAN THE RICH VEIN OF MEMEABLE CONTENT SO MANY HAVE MADE IT OUT TO BE. MORE THAN HUMAN DISNEYSLOP. MORE THAN THE AGREEABLE, PALATABLE, FUN FOR THE WHOLE HIVEHOLD SHIT IT MIGHT SOUND LIKE COMPARED TO SOME OF OUR OTHER PICKS. AND AS IF IT NEEDED ANY MORE ENDORSEMENT, IT'S FAR MORE THAN A FLICK FULL OF HOT PEOPLE IN FLOWY OUTFITS DUELING IT OUT IN SWORD FIGHTS CHOREOGRAPHED BY THE SAME POET OF THE BLADE WHO DID THE FIGHT SCENES IN THE PRINCESS BRIDE — THE LEGENDARY HUMAN BOB ANDERSON. IT IS MORE THAN ALL OF THESE THINGS. PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN IS ONE OF THE MOST EPIC ROMANCES EVER PUT TO THE SCREEN. IT'S ABOUT FREEDOM. FREEDOM TO MAKE YOUR OWN CHOICES. TO CHART YOUR OWN COURSE. TO HEAR SOMEONE TELL YOU TO "KNOW YOUR PLACE" AND GIVE THEM THE FAT, FLAMING MIDDLE PRONGSTUB AND A WELL-DESERVED "UP YOURS, ASSHOLE." ABOUT THE FREEDOM TO BE WHO YOU REALLY ARE, AND TO LOVE WHO YOU LOVE, NO MATTER WHAT THE RULES SAY. HANG THE CODE, AND HANG THE RULES. THEY'RE MORE LIKE GUIDELINES, ANYWAY. THE ONLY RULES THAT REALLY MATTER ARE THESE — WHAT A TROLL CAN DO, AND WHAT A TROLL CAN'T DO. AND WHAT YOU CAN DO IS RSVP RIGHT FUCKING NOW. THIS FILM IS RATED PG-13 (PUNGENT GRUBSAUCE WITH ENOUGH SPICE TO IT TO CULL A 13 SWEEP-OLD). SHOWTIMES ARE AT 7 PM PST (PLACIDIC STANDARD TIME) EVERY WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY AT [ https://hyperbeam.com/v/abcc ]. REMEMBER THAT FRIDAYS ARE OPTIONAL SUBSTANCE NIGHTS. GMT (GHASTLY MIST TIME) SHOWTIMES ARE HOSTED BY CO-LEADER AND CINEMA BALL-KNOWER @creaticGoeticist, SO FOLLOW HIM FOR THE GMT SHOWTIME. RSVP BELOW WITH WHAT DAY YOU WANT TO RESERVE A SEAT FOR. GRAB THEM NOW, WHILE YOU CAN. THESE THINGS FILL UP FAST. REMEMBER: ABCC HAS A SUGGESTION BOX. IF YOU HAVE A MOVIE THAT *YOU* WANT TO WATCH THAT DOESN'T SUCK MAJOR SHAME GLOBES AND CAN BE EVEN *TECHNICALLY* CONSTRUED AS A ROMANCE IN LITERALLY ANY WAY, IN ANY CONCEIVABLE QUADRANT, THEN SUBMIT IT HERE [ https://forms.gle/7anjoq22cFsipBMS8 ]. SEE YOU THERE, ASSHOLES. #GETIN.
Venturing into hostile territory. #FeltOpening
Uh-oh.
DON'T LOOK AT ME 𓂃۶ৎ [ I saw Nep ask if The #FeltOpening had a dress code! So. I made a graphic! https://file.garden/ZaNs35zqMBk7KeGf/dresscode.png https://file.garden/ZaNs35zqMBk7KeGf/alt2.png ]
ATTENTION, WORTHLESS CINEMANIACS. THIS IS KARKAT VANTAS, LEADER OF THE ADORABLOODTHIRSTY CINEMASSACRE CLUB, HERE TO ANNOUNCE THAT THIS WIPE'S #ABCC #WATCHPARTY WILL BE: SINGING IN THE RAIN (1952). YES, I'M AWARE THAT THIS ONE IS FAR, FAR MORE DATED THAN ANYTHING WE'VE SHOWN THUS FAR. THE IPAD WIGGLERS AMONG YOU MAY THRASH AND WRITHE IN UNDERSTIMULATION. BUT NOT ONLY IS THIS FILM ONE OF THE MOST HIGHLY ACCLAIMED MOVIES, MUSICAL FILMS, AND BONA-FIDE ROMANCES IN CINEMA HISTORY — IT'S ALSO AN AUDIENCE REQUEST FROM A SUSPICIOUSLY WEALTHY PATRON WHOSE NAME RHYMES WITH CACAO. AND HERE AT ABCC, WE RESPECT THE AUDIENCE SUBMISSIONS. THIS IS *YOUR* MOVIE CLUB, SHIT-FOR-SPONGES. USE IT. SHOWTIMES ARE AT 7 PM PST (PLACIDIC STANDARD TIME) EVERY WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY AT [ https://hyperbeam.com/v/abcc ]. REMEMBER THAT FRIDAYS ARE OPTIONAL SUBSTANCE NIGHTS. GMT (GHASTLY MIST TIME) SHOWTIMES ARE HOSTED BY CO-LEADER AND CINEMA BALL-KNOWER @creaticGoeticist, SO FOLLOW HIM FOR THE GMT SHOWTIME. RSVP BELOW WITH WHAT DAY YOU WANT TO RESERVE A SEAT FOR. GRAB THEM NOW, WHILE YOU CAN. THESE THINGS FILL UP FAST. REMEMBER: ABCC HAS A SUGGESTION BOX. IF YOU HAVE A MOVIE THAT *YOU* WANT TO WATCH THAT DOESN'T SUCK MAJOR SHAME GLOBES AND CAN BE EVEN *TECHNICALLY* CONSTRUED AS A ROMANCE IN LITERALLY ANY WAY, IN ANY CONCEIVABLE QUADRANT, THEN SUBMIT IT HERE [ https://forms.gle/7anjoq22cFsipBMS8 ]. SEE YOU THERE, ASSHOLES. #GETIN. LEADER'S NOTE: DUE TO A FUCKMASSIVE INCREASE IN RECENT ATTENDEE NUMBERS, WE'RE TRYING TO OVERHAUL THE WAY WE ACTUALLY HOST THESE. WE'RE *STILL* HOSTING THEM, BUT AN EXPANSION IS IN THE NEAR FUTURE. STAY TUNED, STAY ADORABLOODTHIRSTY, BUT ALSO GET OFF MY FUCKING ASS IF WE'RE EXPERIENCING SOME GROWING PAINS. THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION. NOW RSVP, STUPID.
D --> I w001d like to apologize that I must post an image I have posted before D --> However as it is #MaidMonday I am compelled to participate D --> I enjoy dressing up as a maid servant D --> Although I do not do it often
8==D < Happy #MaidMonday everypony. 8===D < I am e%cited to participate. 8====D < How hay I serve you? #MaidServant #Service
IT'S THAT TIME OF WIPE AGAIN, YOU NEEDY BASTARDS. AND BY THAT, I MEAN I SHOULD HAVE CHITTED THIS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE WIPE AND DIDN'T BECAUSE WORK WAS GRINDING ME INTO CULLPASTE. IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER #ABCC #WATCHPARTY. HELL YES. HELL FUCKING YES. THIS WIPE'S FEATURE IS GOING TO BE ANOTHER PAN-BOGGLER. ANOTHER SPONGE-WRINGER. A PHANTASMAGORIC BULB-CANDY BUFFET FROM TROLL TERRY GILLIAM OF MONTY PYTHON AND BRAZIL FAME. A ROMANCE THAT'S GOT SO MUCH GOING FOR IT, I WON'T EVEN BOTHER TRUNCATING MY WHOLE SPIEL HERE. THIS WIPE AT ABCC, ON 7/15 AND 7/17 AT 7 PM PST, BOTH DAYS, WE'RE WATCHING THE 2009 FANTASY FILM "THE IMAGINARIUM OF DOCTOR PARNASSUS." THE BURDEN OF CHOICE. THE FLEETING BETRAYAL OF FREEDOM. AND THE MOST INCREDIBLE CASTING DECISION EVER MADE — HUMAN TOM WAITS AS THE FUCKING DEVIL. RSVP BELOW, OR TASTE THE BITTER STING OF MY MIDDLE PRONGSTUB WHEN THERE'S NO OPEN SPOTS LEFT. REMINDER THAT EVERY ADORABLOODTHIRSTY CINEMASSACRE CLUB NIGHT HAPPENS AT 7 PM PST [PLACIDIC STANDARD TIME] EVERY WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY, PLUS AN ADDITIONAL (TBD) SHOWING FROM @carcinoGeneticist@2443 WHEN HE'S AVAILABLE. IT'S IN THE IMAGE. ALWAYS. IT'S GOING TO BE THE SAME FUCKING THING FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, UNTIL I CRUMBLE INTO A DESSICATED HUSK. #GETIN.
@carcinogeneticist#2443 is streaming the thing right now, which basically tells me he’s too much of a scaredy cat to watch it alone. ha!
TIME IS A FLAT CIRCLE. BECAuSE OF ME. I HAVE STOMPED ON THAT CIRCLE uNTIL IT IS AN EXSANGuINATED BLOODLESS LINE. NOW TIME ONLY GOES FORWARD. TOWARD MY INEVITABLE VICTORY.
WHOEVER SAID. YOu CANNOT GET BLOOD FROM A STONE. CLEARLY WAS NOT CLENCHING HARD ENOuGH. FOR MANY OF YOu. IF YOu ARE TRuLY LOYAL. YOuR WEAK SKIN WILL BuRST OVER MERE ROCK. AND THAT BLOOD WILL BE FuRNISHED IN FuCKING EARNEST. FOR ME. THE ROCK WOuLD YIELD FIRST.
Read Carefully, Good evening. I was satisfied to Observe the comings and goings of the userbase of this platform for some time yet, until it was brought to my Attention that my Presence was sorely sought after. And with an egotistical jab to my honor, I am forced from my dwelling to make myself more apparent. This is counterintuitive to my efforts, but who am I to deny a man his showmanship? I am at, the end of the night, a duelist myself. So, hello, Chittr. I am Lavell Mirith, Captain of Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations. Violet, of course, in blood. From my brief time watching you all mill your free time away on this platform, I am well aware that my decoration, manners of discipline and testimonies, interests you all very little. So I will not waste my time on them. Know that the decorations are many and my position well earned. There are many of you, flippant in your use of this application and arrogant in the ways that you choose to share your location with any troll that happens to ask for coordinates. Carry on in this way as you would like. The reports will be penned all the same. The appropriate visits, made. Back to the matter at hand. Perhaps I should be flattered that scent alone could make you ache in such a way. If truly you used your deductive capabilities to pin me with such ease, why then was this matter not addressed on that very balcony? Is it truly a trick when the intended "victim" was keen on sharing that drink? The holes in your accusation have cropped up just as quickly as you were to remove the stained shirt. It was hardly a splash and the buttons of your uniform jacket were undone before I could take one quivering breath. It was in that early morning light that you bared your skin to me out on the balcony. I waited with baited breath for you to utter my name in challenge, this is true, and yet, our blades remain sheathed. Tonight I drink to you, First Officer Marech Veylor, in belated celebration to the honor you have yet to bring challenge to me for. May these words deepen your curiosities. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
ouch. 8th seed, scored 18 to beat aranea. meenahs just putting the hurt on the serket name in the #cronusbabeoff. next one, this should be interesting. a lovw seed upset wversus a site obsession. vwewve got jane crocker up against aradia megido! nowv, if you could believwe it, there aint a vwhole lotta creator fandom art wvith just these tvwo together, so youre gonna hawve to accept the real #nsfvw one i found. ignore the other broad, just pretend jane got to keep her after that last wvictory. <3 or <> for aradia <3< or c3< for jane
YES. HELL YES. HELL. FUCKING. *YES.*
to summarise: punk troll kid gets his bad opinions shat on by superior intellectual.
ah shit i thought it was #fuckoveryourfriendsfriday thats my bad on preparing to do terrible things im seeing my own confusion here
hate this chitt im bored
we should all spit on karkat
Someone come get into an argument with me
there's no bulbr0ll react, and be thankful there isn't one that just sends y0u to the recycling bin dimensi0n.
it’s true what they say about karkat’s blog, you know. it is pretty good. except he has shitty opinions about nic cage movies, which means his talk is cheap.
yup. nothing gets me hot and bothered like clam vwrestling. as long as there arent any boy ones, they ruin it, and jennifers body CERTAINLY doesnt make that mistake.
8=8 > can not have a kismesis, they would die by my hand.
could. could. i'll ask and come back with an answer.
you're acting like that fuzzy angry thing right now.
...yeah, i see it.
No, I just thought it'd be funny.
Saw lol
KULT AND KULL IS MEANINGLESS. WE SHOULDN’T BELITTLE OTHERS BASED ON INTERNET POINTS. #LIEPOSTING
haha, holy shit. you guys have to read this. karkat has gone off the rails. https://letterboxd.com/cgeneticist/film/sweet-bro-and-hella-jeff-the-moive/
Crimes complete.
youre welcome i know you really wanted and needed it not many people know the difference between whack and wack
now you get me make sure that shits written in gold ink and sealed with a kiss to boot
over 15k characters over crash and only a piddly post of a chit for my whole ass multi trillion earning franchise i hate it here
my ego aint even up to half mast yet keep talkin
And to think I tuned my eyes up for some fresh material only to discover this is the same review J and I read over call last night. Tsk, tsk. I'm all for moving untouched product, but to perk me out of my chair and get me excited for another cinematic flaying, only to show me Better off Dead AGAIN? If anyone has recommendations for your purview, it would be me. I've been saddled with more titles than an overencumbered librarian at Jake's behest and enjoyed almost none of them. ... And the scathing reviews DO score better numbers, if that's your angle.
they wwant all that fuckin money an for wwhat jus to tell you youre the problem im tellin you man its a scam agh wwhatevver <3<
yeah i am pretty sure id throww up actually if some fucker showwed up and tried to treat me all tenderly or wwhatevver keep your fuckin wweirdass fantasies to yerself an quit projectin it makes you sound moronic
as if you dont already make it painfully obvvious the shit yer into wwe all been knowwn dumbass