#fat rat fuck supreme

[kael-writ]

calling people "whales" to insult them for being fat is kinda silly because whales are beautiful and awesome.

I mean, most of our animal insults are unfair. Rats are dope, dogs are sweet, pigs are smart as hell and adorable, like its kinda fucked up how we will use a whole species as a mean stereotyped insult when like, idk it's hard to hate some group of animals, even if some species really are mega-assholes, among which humans truly reign supreme anyway.

[allisstupidnow]

Oxford University: Nazi Death Cult

Did you know that Oxford University has a Nazi Death Cult? It’s true. And it’s funded by racist Nazi rich people (like that car company moron). Being in academia is the best way to lose any illusion about academics being “smart”. This philosophy guy here can use big words, but is just stupid (and evil). And Oxford University lets him run a Nazi Cult on their dime. Fucked up swedish nazi. Bald little rat faced asswipe. Imagine “doing philosophizingings” like this little weasel. Imagine. Can you? Privileged asshole shitface wants a pure race, just like the Nazis.

So I guess we learn A) Don’t take the philosophy department at Oxford seriously in any way (if they hire this guy, they are all shitweasels) B) Nazis run Oxford university (only Nazis hire Nazis) C) Academics are mostly stupid. D) This guy is so fucking stupid and confused (and thinks he is hot shit) E) He is also a racist, obviously. F) At Oxford racism is the game. 

Also the supreme court in the US is controlled by billionaire Nazis, so basically the US government is also (for all intents and purposes) Nazi. So they are everywhere, I guess. Fat clown in his black dress sucking off rich people who love Hitler is so stupid wouldn’t even work as a superhero villain character.

#Oxford University: Nazi Death Cult #nick bostrom #oxford university #philosophy #stupid #longtermism #eugenics #nazi death cult #frauds #charlatans #news #current #all is stupid now

[foodratwork]

itz fat rat fuck supreme aka piss baby aka my chinchilla's bday 🥳🥳🥳

#i dont even know how old she is 🤨🤨🤨 #possibly 3 🤔🤔🤔 #fat rat fuck supreme #food artwork #not food network

[abusivelittlebunny]

Since I like causing trouble, favorite body part of each twink and why? 😉

Tits ass tits ass tits ass tits ass

Oof this is a difficult one there's so much there to appreciate honestly it would be very tough to choose but I'll try my best! Let's separate face & body though & examine them separately. Also we are not taking hair in this because truly i will be doing the actors instead of their characters as these features apply to any role they've played even though it feels weird to rate a real person ...

With Mr Murphy, when it comes to face I know many would say eyes, I know I know I know, they are just so perfectly shaped but if I'm real Too blue eyed people freak me out a bit but he has such nice lashes to contrast it and incredible makeup worthy eyelids and a hauntingly hollow eyesocket with those strangely shaped and actually very long brows that are scarce enough next to that endless hollow that they sometimes seem nonexistent so he gets a flying pass. But. But. I'm going to have to say cheekbones because they are honestly one of a kind and you can cut a man with them they're just so incredible; if I was one of those artists that drew little to no actual facial details like the hollow of cheekbones and just a simple smooth face I'd have the hardest time trying to draw Mr Murphy they are just so essential to his face.

It's hard to choose between ass and tits and thighs and waist when it comes to him because truly he's gifted in all of these areas but I'll say waist because he looks so milfy with how hourglassly his figure is; so mommy.

Special shout out to: his hollow eyesockets giving him that iconic look.

Mr Cole has such incredible eyes and honestly their shape mesmerized me; it has this cat-like curve like his pretty plump pink lips that is so seductive and effortlessly charming; if John wasn't such a rambunctious little dude up for mischief he could easily be a fucking Bond boy with those lovely eyes holding so much mystery and elegance.

For him it would be a sin not to say how hot his ass is i just want to eat the whole entire thing, its so round and plump and bitable.

Special shout out to: the beauty mark on his lower lip giving a good target.

For Mr Dickinson it would be an actual crime against humanity if I didn't say lips, those lips oh my God, such pink pillowy perfections they are borderline insane they are so sexy. All the boys mentioned above have that born for blowjobs lips but him him he fucking has the supreme slap a dick in his pretty princess mouth lips like I would pay real money to see the Beach Rats cut where we actually witness from the homeless dude's perspective how those lips can work a cock for real.

In the butt department I'm afraid I've even spoiled by the other twinks because his one is nearly fat enough for me but he makes up for it in the most beautiful tits with rosy nipples and a cute beauty mark right beneath that's begging for a lick.

Special shout out to: his insanely long elegant fingers.

Mr Mackay has such an interesting face it is truly very hard to draw it is just so irregular and intriguing and its mystery draws the eyes in and keeps you captive but my favorite facial feature on him has to be the nose it just has such a unique profile, so sharp yet elegant and it compliments the whole face really, what a pretty boy.

Also he has a very unique body as well very fit and trim with the longest most shapely legs that end in a tight pert butt so I'll go ahead and say his pretty ballerina legs.

Special shout out to: his very protruding veins all over his body.

#ask rambles #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #cillian murphy #john shelby #joe cole #beach rats #harris dickinson #1917 #william schofield #george mackay

[rapuvdayear]

2000: “Ghetto Qu’ran (Forgive Me)” 50 Cent (Trackmaster Ent./Columbia)

It’s been over a year since I teased the idea of doing a post about my favorite 50 Cent tracks, so I guess now is as good a time as ever to get around to it! 

With the exception of maybe Kanye, I can’t think of another rapper with more raw talent whose career has been more disappointing. Obviously both Ye and Fiddy have been monstrously successful, but IMO they either burned brightly before descending into white supremacy apologia (Kanye) or never achieved their best possible trajectory (50). It’s not an accident to put them together in this way, either; just 12 years ago next month they faced off in what turned out to be a very underwhelming battle over whose album would sell better (this was back when album sales, not streaming numbers, still meant something). In many ways, it was a crossroads for each artist: Kanye dropped what I believe was his magnum opus, then followed it up with his fourth-best album, third-best album, and second-best album, before dropping off a cliff, while 50′s release basically removed him from the conversation about who was relevant in rap (“My Gun Go Off” and “I Get Money” are honorable mentions for the list below, but otherwise Curtis is entirely forgettable). 

These days, 50 has gone the Ice Cube route and is probably more recognizable as an actor than as a rapper. So, it’s hard to remember that once upon a time he was the savior of gangsta rap and (co-)author of one of the 25 greatest albums of all time. He beat the odds to survive a shooting, link up with the two heaviest hitters (at the time) in the rap game, and even be included on some GOAT lists. He also essentially established the “flood the streets with mixtapes before your album drops” strategy of self-promotion that Gucci, Weezy, and even Drake would follow in the days before Soundcloud was the go-to resource for building a rep. He singlehandedly destroyed a rival’s career, launched a clothing line, video game, and music label, and made a halfway-decent biopic. And then... he just sort of petered out. 

But! 50 is also responsible for some of my all-time favorite raps, which is why it’s so frustrating to me that he never lived up to the buzz surrounding him back in 2003. These are my five favorites, listed chronologically, with some commentary:

1) “Ghetto Qu’ran (Forgive Me)” (2000) Before the G-Unit days and before Eminem and Dre helped launch him to superstardom, Curtis Jackson was an up and coming rapper from Queens who had attracted the attention of another rap legend, Run-DMC’s Jam Master Jay. A mutual friend introduced 19 year-old 50 to Jay back in 1996, and the veteran producer/DJ gave him a crash course in how to write songs and signed him to his fledgling label. The business relationship didn’t work out, but it helped lead 50 to Columbia Records’ Trackmasters imprint where he recorded Power of the Dollar in 1999. However, this debut album would never see the light of day after 50 was shot nine times while sitting in a friend’s car and subsequently dropped by Columbia. In the wake of the shooting--and then later, after 50 blew the fuck up in 2003--it became a sort of “lost cult classic” among rap fans. “How To Rob” got the most attention at the time, a funny-yet-vicious song demonstrating 50′s hunger through fantasies about sticking up famous rappers and R&B stars (the song was also clearly an homage to Biggie’s unreleased “Dreams,” and provoked an oblique diss from Ghostface). But “Ghetto Qu’ran” has had a more lasting impact, primarily because of how it was rumored to be the source of 50′s shooting, Jam Master Jay’s murder, and the Ja Rule/Murder Inc. beef. While all of that intrigue is important to rap lore, it distracts from the fact that it’s a near perfect rap song from a technical perspective: a catchy hook, a fantastic beat and sample, an effortless flow, and a well-crafted story that is equal parts celebration of the Queens underworld and subtle shots at street legends. Seriously, this is akin to what traveling bards used to do in medieval Europe, what poets in Ancient Greece wrote, what west African griots did/do, and what narcocorrido artists do now. If you want to learn about the Supreme Team, Pappy Mason, the Corley Family, and the Rich Porter/Alpo crew in Harlem, then this is a good place to start; as 50 puts it, “consider this the first chapter of the ghetto’s Qu’ran.” The secondary title to this track--“Forgive Me”--has a double meaning now. It was initially a plea to forgive 50 for the pain he caused in his criminal life but in retrospect an appeal to the figures whose names he drops. Also, it’s interesting to listen to this first and then compare 50′s voice with the next four tracks: this was recorded before the shooting, which left a bullet fragment lodged in his tongue that affected his speech and gave him his now-distinctive flow.    

2) “Heat” (2003) There are several standouts on Get Rich or Die Tryin’ (“Many Men,” “Back Down,” “What Up Gangsta,” “Patiently Waiting,” and “Poor Lil’ Rich” spring to mind, and I will always love “21 Questions” for the “I love you like a fat kid loves cake” line alone) but this one has always been my fave. It’s a perfect distillation of the image that 50 was trying to project when he burst onto the scene: a hood-hardened gangster who wouldn’t hesitate to do his enemies harm. And given his recent history, you could believe him, too! There’s really nothing about this song that should be praised in any way, but I’ve been thinking about the gravity of the following line a lot in the past month or so: “The summertime is a killing season/ It’s hot out this bitch, that’s a good enough reason.” Also, 50′s boast “the DA can play this motherfucking tape in court” *has* to be one of the inspirations behind this great Key & Peele sketch, right? 

3) “A Baltimore Love Thing” (2005) The Massacre was incredibly disappointing on the whole. I can remember clearly sitting around with my friends in a dorm room at the Shoreland listening to it all the way through the day that it dropped, wanting to love it but slowly realizing that it wasn’t going to live up to our expectations. “Ski Mask Way” could be an honorable mention on this list, and “Piggy Bank” is kind of funny, but otherwise it’s a steaming pile of shit. “Baltimore Love Thing,” though, is a masterpiece. It’s incredibly dark, rapped from the perspective of heroin itself (sort of like what Nas’s “I Gave You Power” does for guns) in order to detail the destruction that addiction--and, by extension, drug trafficking--leaves in its wake. Even more fucked up, 50-as-heroin voices an abusive partner addressing a woman, threatening her should she ever try to leave him. For my money, “You broke my heart, you dirty bitch, I won’t forget what you did/ If you give birth, I’ll already be in love with your kids” is one of the coldest lines in the annals of rap, full stop. In the second verse, he switches to the flip side of an abuser’s mindset: “I never steer you wrong, if you hyper I make you calm/ I’ll be your incentive, your reason for you to move forward.” All in all, it’s a great concept song that shows off 50′s range as a rapper... and is a testament to what he could have been.

4) “Hustler’s Ambition” (2005) Goddamn, I fucking love everything about this song! The beat is fantastic (great sample, btw), prefiguring the sound on a future great mixtape from the G-Unit crew. 50′s flow here is flawless, arguably the best, smoothest he’s ever been. This was basically the “theme” for 2005′s Get Rich or Die Tryin’ film, and tells the story of his come up in the drug game (or, at least, 50′s version of his carefully constructed hagiography). The lyrics are the true gems here, so I’ll just let a few of the standouts speak for themselves:

“Check my logic: fiends don’t like seeds in they weed, shit/ Send me them seeds, I’ll grow ‘em what they need”

“I sell anything, I’m a hustler, I know how to grind/ Step on grapes, put it in water, and tell you it’s wine”

“I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state/ Now I can invite your ass out to my estate”

“Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake”

and finally

“The feds watch me, icy, they can’t stop me/ Racists pointing at me, ‘Look at *****race’: Hello!”   

5) “Ghetto Like A Motherfucker” (2011) I remember first encountering this track on a Tumblr compilation (I think?) called Don’t Fuck This Up, Curtis! and allowing myself to get excited that the old 50 was back! As the compilation’s name implies, around that time 50 had been releasing a string of online-only singles that were better than anything he’d put out in five or so years, and so there was some hope that he’d soon be making a triumphant return to the rap game. Sadly, this was not to be. But I still bang this track every month or so. The idea here was that 50 had written something, set it to a very sparse, stripped-down beat, and posted it online as an invitation for DIY rap producers to play with it and layer their own compositions on top of it. In that sense, it represented a melange of rap’s earliest roots--dudes spitting over vinyl cuts in basements and parks, just fucking around and having fun--and the possibilities afforded by the digital age and rap’s embrace of online platforms for mixing and remixing material (on a side note, I like to think of this as part of 21st century rap’s “punk rock” aesthetic, and would argue that this genre has done it better than any other). As with “Hustler’s Ambition,” “Baltimore Love Thing,” and “Ghetto Qu’ran,” this track gives 50 a chance to really showcase his talents as a writer and a rapper. The lyrics are as grimy as the beat, painting a picture of urban poverty and pre-fame 50, and 50 switches up his flow at multiple points throughout. Here are some of my favorite lines:

“Slim chance I’ma go back to killing roaches/ Be quiet, you can hear the rats in the wall/ Make you wanna pump crack ‘til you stack racks”

“Dice game, shake ‘em up, praying’ for a 6/ The wolves out there hungry, they lookin’ for a lick”

“****** pissed on the staircase, in the elevator/ Now I’m pissed cuz I’m starting to smell like piss, player”

and

“All a ***** need is a block and a connect/ And a box of 9 MMs to load in the TEC.”

50′s last two studio albums--Before I Self Destruct and Animal Ambition--honestly weren’t half-bad; I would venture so far as to say that they were both better than The Massacre and Curtis. But for 50 it was too little, too late, really. Too many rappers had come along since then doing what he did, only better and fresher. This is a Migos world now; we’re just living in it. And so, I’m left to ponder what could have been. 

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

This Love (Chapter 1) - Zadison

Hello! As promissed, here is the first chapter of my Zadison Fanfic! I’m also posting it at AO3, were I do believe is a better place to read it, so you can go check it out here!

Madison kept staring at the girl across the table all night. People were passing food around, talking, laughing, sharing stories and having fun. But Madison couldn’t bring herself to feel the same. She wasn’t hungry and she wasn’t happy. Well, she wasn’t usually happy, but that’s not the point.

Zoe was talking with Mallory and Queenie with a big smile on her face, waving a potato on her fork while listening to her best friend talk about her time playing cards with the creepy ghost at the hotel. Since she got back, Madison hadn’t had time to exchange a word with the girl. Zoe ran away from her like the plague during their time in the Outpost, and then Madison had to go to the Murder House to help some ghosts to get laid. The second she stepped back into the Academy, the witches were talking about the new Supreme and she was dragged to that stupid dinner.

Madison was surprised to have a third chance on life for sure, even if the world was showing more and more everyday that it will end sooner than people would like. If Mallory was the solution, Madison was sure they would all die and go live in hell holding hands. All she wanted to do was to fix things before Cordelia sent her away again.

But Zoe wasn’t even looking at her.

The former actress had to fight the urge to kick her under the table to get her attention. She wasn’t even sure what she was going to say, but she just wanted the girl to look at her.

“Why are you burning holes into Mallory’s head?”

Madison almost laughed in the girl’s face. Coco – what a stupid name – was an idiot if she thought Mallory was her issue in life. “She’s not that special, bitch.”

Zoe was finally looking at her. Really? She just had to insult someone to have the other girl glaring back at her? Madison wanted to jump over the table and tackle the girl to the ground. She wanted to take the stupid potato off the fork and make her swallow it. She wanted to get up, turn around the table, and hug Zoe. She wanted to scream at her, but she also wanted to hold her close.

Time in hell was nothing but an empty room to fill with more hate toward costumers and to think. And think she did. That was the only thing she could do other than hear people screaming at her and folding towels.

She had plenty of time to think about all she had done in life that made her go there. If that was God’s plan when he sent people to Hell, he sure was doing some good work, she thought. Madison had done a lot of things in life that could be a reason or even the cherry on top that sent her to hell, but she didn’t regret any of it. Well, she regretted one thing, but she was trying to fix that.

If only Zoe would stop staring at her like that, she might be able to speak again.

“Is there any problem?” Zoe looked older, wiser. Of course Madison was expecting that, she did spent two years in hell and time don’t stop in real world like it stops there, so Zoe had time to catch up their age gap. But it wasn’t her look that made her seem older, no. It was her eyes. Madison, or anyone really, could see how wise the girl was, how smart. Responsible, even.

Madison was impressed. If her time in hell made Zoe look older, but it only made her look more miserable. The blonde was miserable in hell and she was now feeling miserable when she got out of it. She felt hopeless too.

“Not at all.” Madison replied in a sarcastic tone. “Just wondering if you aren’t already bored with the poor version of the Swamp Rat and the fat version of Oprah.”

Zoe finally put her stupid fork back on her plate, passing the tip of her tongue on her lips while turning completely to Madison. “Can’t you respect anyone but yourself?”

She was screwing up again, Madison realized. She didn’t even try, but she was already failing hard. “Whatever.” Madison pushed her empty plate away from her and got up. “I don’t need to be here, anyway.” She declared, walking away right after.

“Madison.” She ignored Cordelia’s voice – who the fuck she think she is bossing her around like that? – and went up the stairs.

Madison wasn’t sure where to go from there. Her old room was surely occupied by someone else, or it was all reserved for Zoe now that she was part of the council, and she didn’t know if there were any empty rooms. Madison didn’t have time to go back before being sent away to the Murder House, so she didn’t even know if there was a space for her there. Cordelia was sending her away again in just two days, so the answer was probably ‘no, no place for you here’.

She was about to burst in a random room and take it as her own, when she sensed someone getting close to her. Madison recognized the magical signature, but it was even stronger that she remembered. How many responsibilities had she gained the last couple of years? She wondered.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from the losers.” Madison mocked, letting go of all the insecurities she felt just a few seconds before.

Zoe looked her up and down and Madison started to feel exposed in her short, tight dress. She felt more than exposed, she felt worthless. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because you’re shivering.” Zoe pointed out. Madison registered that she was looking more and more impatient. “Do you want me to...”

“No. Why do you care? Why did you come after me?” The smaller girl took a step back. She couldn’t stay too close, not when Zoe was looking so good in her black dress, not when the other girl looked ready to rip her throat out. “I let you die. I didn’t bring you back. Why do you even care if I’m anything but dead?”

Zoe took a moment to answer, looking at the older girl like she was a puzzle to be solved, like she was an enigma, like she was insane even. “I do remember that, yes.” The dark blonde crossed her arms just for a second, before letting them fall by her sides again. “Queenie told me.”

“Of course the poor Oprah would do that.” Madison rolled her eyes, trying to hide the fear on her face. “Where is your puppy slash zombie boyfriend?”

“He was expelled.” Zoe’s answer came fast and short, but she didn’t seemed angry or sad. She still had yet to stop looking at Madison’s eyes, and that was getting on the actress’ nerves. “For killing a witch. I don’t know where he is right now, if that’s what you want.”

“Why aren’t you with him?”

“Why aren’t you with us at the table?”

They stared at each other, neither daring to look away from the others gaze. “Cordelia is sending me to stay with the Swamp Bitch and her Swamp Queen.” Madison finally spoked. “Since I don’t have any use in this place.” Even with her best effort, her voice still cracked a little. She hated herself for that.

“Don’t be mean to Misty.” Zoe’s voice had got softer. “She just came back from hell.”

“So did I.” You just weren’t there to see me offering the Antichrist a blow job, she thought. “In case you forgot.”

“I didn’t.” Madison crossed her arms, ready to speak again, but Zoe beat her to it. “I’m sorry Kyle killed you.”

That caught her off guard. She wasn’t expecting Zoe to be sorry for it. In fact, Madison was kinda expecting she would be sad that she came back to life. “You should train your dog a little bit better the next time, assuming you don’t want that to happen again.”

The taller girl sighed and shrugged. “He was sad I was dead. But still wrong of him to choke you to death.”

Madison was even more surprised the girl knew how she died the second time. Did Zoe refuse to bring her back too? Did everyone refuse to bring her back? “Did you go to hell when... you know?”

“I don’t think so.” Zoe thought about it for a second. “If I did, it was so fast I don’t remember it.”

Madison was happy. The girl didn’t deserve to live in hell, not even for a couple of minutes. They were so different from each other, the perfect representation of yin and yang, that the former actress could laugh if she wasn’t about to freak out. “I’m sorry for not bringing you back. For someone who has been dead before, I should know that it sucks, so I shouldn’t have let you stay like that.”

“Why did you?” Zoe looked lost for a second, like she forgot two years had passed and that she was more powerful now that she was before.

Madison wondered if she ever tried to teleport again after that day. “I don’t know.”

Zoe scoffed. “Right.”

“I’m serious. I didn’t find out why until I was in hell and some stupid manager was screaming at me because of some towels.” Madison took a deep breath. “I don’t think I figured it out until a few minutes ago, actually.”

“Do you know why, now?”

“Yeah.” Madison uncrossed her arms and looked down to her feet. She was feeling tired, something she has to get used to feel again. “But I don’t want to talk about it now.”

“Why not?”

“Because Cordelia is sending me away in two days.” Madison looked up again. In the back of her mind, she realized they had been standing in some random hallway for almost twenty minutes now. “And I don’t know when I will be back. If I will be back, because she don’t seem to want me around much.”

Zoe looked away from her eyes for the first time since they started to talk. Her eyes flicked to Madison’s lips, before meeting her eyes again. “I’m pretty sure it’s not it. Cordelia has a plan.”

Madison felt like she could sleep on her feet at any moment. You can’t feel tired in hell, she wasn’t used to the feeling that climbed her body. “Whatever.”

“Aren’t you going to tell me?”

“Not now, no.”

“When?”

“When I’m back.”

Zoe almost smiled. Almost. “Why?”

“Because I can’t deal with that right now.” Madison’s honesty took Zoe by surprise, but the smaller girl didn’t even care that her bitch facade was gone.

“Come on, let’s go.” Zoe tried to take Madison’s hand on hers, but the other girl took another step back.

“What?”

“To the bedroom. You seem tired.”

“I don’t have a room.”

Zoe rolled her eyes. “My room, you can sleep there.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

“But why?”

“Did you ask Satan’s Son that many questions too or is it just me?”

A small, almost unnoticed, smile crossed Madison’s lips for only a second. “I didn’t care about him.”

Zoe arched both of her eyebrows. “And you care about me?”

“Let’s just say that I would mind if you died.”

“You must be really tired to say those things.” Zoe sighed again, finally managing to hold Madison’s hand with hers. “Come on.”

Madison followed her blindly to the room’s door. She wasn’t sure if she was doing it right this time, but it seemed like it.

#ahs #zadison #zadison fic #american horror story #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs imagine #imagine ahs #zoe benson #madison montgomery #zoe x madison #madison x zoe #madison montgomery x zoe benson #zoe benson x madison montgomery #emma roberts #taissa farmiga #femslash #wlw #american horror story coven #american horror story apocalypse #ahs fic #ahs fanfic #multi chapter #love

[camdenfringe]

CHANGES TO THE PRINTED PROGRAMME

Since we printed the glossy A5 brochure for the Camden Fringe there have been a number of additions to the line-up and a couple of cancellations. Here is a list of forthcoming changes. Always check our website for the most up to date line-up information

**ALTERATIONS**

The times for this show are different to those printed in the brochure You Have Absolutely No Sense Of Time The Black Box Theatre 2, 9-11 August at 4.30pm, 3-4 August at 6pm, Hen and Chickens https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2453

Isabelle Farah: Ellipsis Now on 7.45pm on 21 August at the Albany (moved from 4 August) https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2505

Dannie Grufferty: How Brexit sent us all slightly mad 9pm 5-7 August + 9pm 18 August at The Albany (4 August cancelled) https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2421

**EXTRA SHOWS**

Remember Tonight Vortex Collision Arts Company 9.30pm 2-3 August at London Irish Centre A young man brings home a stranger who was beaten up on the street. His desperate attempt to help the person in need leads him to discover wounds he wasn’t meant to deal with. Soon, they will be unexpectedly engulfed in a loop where there will be nothing that could not happen.

Joseph Parsons: Baggy Point 5.30pm 4 August The Bill Murray Joseph Parsons (as seen on Channel 4) presents his uplifting, sell-out stand up comedy show, Baggy Point. With his lovable and electric energy on stage, Joseph tells the story of discovering his sexuality as he clumsily navigates his way through social gatherings, love and living in a different country. Joseph also looks at how the perceptions of sexuality in smaller towns and homophobia in football affect younger people growing up. All proceeds to this show will go to Football v Homophobia. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2708

Sea Changes Marina Jenkyns Productions 12.30pm 5-9 August Etcetera Theatre Sharon; `You know what? He was jealous. Never been outside Shepherd's Bush. Imagine fucking a man who's never flown!'Mair: `Soft on my face. Her skin, her tears. Must go on. Mustn't stop. Must do it'.Maeve: `Sally and I lay down, sun on our faces, just touching, like our hands.Understanding the past in order to create the future. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2719

The Feminazis Curious Dispute 4.30pm 5-7 August Etcetera Theatre The Feminazis' juxtaposes a classical duo comedy format with explicit imagery, presenting the question 'how far is too far'? Frustrated with the lack of progression in modern day society regarding gender equality, Sal and Libby decide to take matters into their own hands by creating a terrorist organisation. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2716

The Party Pilgrim Productions 9pm 5-9 August The Cockpit In September 2018, the president's nominee for the U.S. Supreme Court, was accused by a woman of sexual assault 36 years earlier. This revelation, broadcast worldwide at a Senate committee hearing, has since become a major cause celebre. 'The Party' by Sam J. Stewart is a 2-act play which re-lives and examines this drama. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2688

Jet Set Go! Pump House CYT 7.30pm 9 – 10 August Theatro Technis A delightful, inventive and witty new musical about 24 hours in the ordinary working life of a transatlantic airline cabin crew; sex, romance, optimism and jaded cynicism are thrown together into a bitchy, campy but essentially tender-hearted cocktail. "A production that’s warm, funny and wonderfully scored” **** The Scotsman. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2720

Love Is... Spitball Theatre Company 9.30pm 9-10 August at London Irish Centre Two women and one non-binary person delve into love, in all its many forms. We all remember our first love, don’t we? Have you tried to block out that painful memory? Does that fleeting eye contact still play on your mind? Featuring movement, music and true stories we take you through loves lost and won. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2698

Fraser Gibson: Self-ish 3.45pm 10-August The Bill Murray Fraser Gibson's debut show is a wrestle with the Self-ish pursuit of being a stand-up comedian. Explained through tall tales, uncanny impressions and a good ol' song or two... A hilarious session of self-therapy! https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2711

Matt Blair – Mattinée 3pm 11 August The Bill Murray An hour of musical comedy, jokes and references from the mind of a movie fanatic. Join Matt on his journey to find out why we love movies so much. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2556

Ordinary Days Pump Priming Productions 7.30pm 11 August Theatro Technis A romance on the rocks, an artist's vision stalled, and a graduates thesis in peril lead four young New Yorkers through a series of humorous and touching musical, intersecting vignettes, as they search for fulfilment, happiness, love and cabs.This melodious one act musical, performed by an award winning cast, is a hidden gem. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2721

Si Deaves - Si's Matters 8pm 11 August Camden Comedy Club Nuclear annihilation!! Brexit?! Rabies?? There are so many issues in the world today, yet Si Deaves still finds time to worry about the little things, in his own unique way. Join Si‚Ä��s world as he tackles "inspiration", fears of inadequacy, *that* drunk guy at the pub and much more in his official debut stand-up hour, Si’s Matters. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2722

G(L)ORY Ocular Seven Productions 9pm 11-13 August The Hen and Chickens True crime, murder mystery, serial killer docs, you name it Bobby's binged it. Just like everyone else in the office, so what makes him so different? Through Bobby, we explore the public and media fascination and glorification of violence. Why do we keep watching? https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2712

Be More Bee 12.30pm 13-14 August Etcetera Theatre Feeling broken or lost in a scary world? Looking for a Marie Kondo type, but more Home Counties? Well Bea has got just the ticket to cheer you up. It’s the bees! They’ve got the secret to happiness! Let her guide you through the honey-soaked life-hacks of the British Bee. Preposterous new comedy by Jenni Mackenzie-Jones. With a tombola. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2717

Together For Seven BearFoot 2.30pm 13 – 15 August Etcetera Theatre This is the last place you would expect to find yourself; a police station. You cast your mind back to the good, the bad and the ugly. Teetering on the edge of disaster, wondering whether forgiveness will find you, do you favour the truth or favour yourself? What risks would you take to protect your family when the odds are stacked against you? https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2706

Dougie Dixon: Proper Belter 8pm 13-14 August Camden Comedy Club Meet Dougie Dixon. He's the reality TV star you didn't know you knew. Original TOWIE cast member. As seen on Tipping Point Lucky Stars, Celebs On The Farm (reserve contestant) & Embarrassing Celebrity Bodies. Series winner of The Celebrity Etch-A-Sketch Challenge. Come join Dougie as he launches his first ever debut autobiography; Proper Belter! https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2723

Sam Mitchell: Wham Bam Thank You Sam 9.30pm 13 August The Bill Murray 45 mins of stand up comedy from one of the greats* about growing up**, committing*** and M+M World. * if you ask him ** trying to *** see above. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2707

Faye Treacy is a Work in Progress 8pm 15-17 August Camden Comedy Club As seen on BBC Three and heard on Radio Four, Faye Treacy is back with a new work in progress show. "One of the most unique performances you'll see at the Fringe this year... simultaneously childish, genius and inescapably memorable." **** (1/2) (ShortCom) https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2715

Dan Horrigan's Riot to Heaven Sky or the Bird 8.30pm 16-20 August at Aces and Eights High octane stories from men who would steal the eyes of ya and you wouldn't know until you went to read the paper. Laugh, weep and laugh again as we break into heaven. Raconteuring, storytelling, and theatre of the highest calibre. Second chances are rarer than rocking horse manure so get your ticket before we're off to rob another town. Cheers. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2549

Fatiha El-Ghorri & Katherine Atkinson: Mocking Birds Fat Kat Comedy 4.15pm 18 August at The Bill Murray Join Fatiha El-Ghorri and Katherine Atkinson (both 2017 Funny Women Awards Regional Finalists) for an hour of stand up as Fatiha smashes Muslim stereotypes and challenges you to re-think what you think you know about Islam and Muslims, and Katherine offers up an acerbic, sideways view of motherhood, if she can be bothered. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2728

Dane Baptiste: Work in progress 9.30pm 18 August at The Bill Murray Star of Live at the Apollo (BBC Two), Tonight at the London Palladium (ITV1) and 8 out of 10 Cats Does Countdown (Channel 4) - Join Baptiste as he workshops brand new material for his next tour show. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2727

Red Richardson: Red Notice 8.15pm 21-22, 9pm 23-24 August The Taproom In 2017 Red Richardson left a building in Central London to see thousands of people running down the street screaming, for the next 35 minutes the whole of the country (Thanks to Pop star Ollie Murs tweeting from a basement in H and M) believed it was a terrorist attack. It wasn't. This is an hour of stand up about the human condition in crisis. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2390

Leave this World Alive 9.30pm 21 August at Water Rats 'I hope the exit is joyful' - wrote Frida Kahlo, only days before she died. When was the last time YOU thought about your end? And how does it make you feel? Powerless? Awake? Does it help you appreciate the moment you live in? We will reach out for a topic which brings all these questions on the table: assisted dying - determining our own end. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2731

Nico. No Regrets. 8.30pm 23 August The Chapel Playhouse A show by and with Margherita Remotti in association with Actors East London. Directed by Alberto Barbi. Text by Fernando Coratelli and Margherita Remotti. In this one woman show, we explore the life of Nico, better known as Andy Warhol's superstar, muse and rockstar singer of the Velvet Underground. But you will discover this was only the surface. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2729

The Golden Child William Desmond 5pm 24-25 August The Chapel Playhouse William Desmond has always considered himself the Golden Child. Today, people need to standout in a crowd of hundreds of faces. Will is a twin, and during this 60 minute show he explores what it is like to be in constant competition with his brother. With musical parody and silliness, Will explains being good at everything isn't always the answer. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2718

Ross Drummond & Harry Monaghan: The Orb 5.30pm 25 August The Bill Murray Have you touched The Orb? Want to meet two that have? A mainstay of science, wonder and amazement since its inception in the late 80s, The Orb is science’s greatest invention. What’s its purpose? We’re not sure. Perhaps it merely exists to inspire us. Anything is possible with The Orb. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2709

**CANCELLED**

Darius Tabai: Schrodinger's Mum Comic Quartets Lloyd Langford: New Things (A Work in Progress) Steve McNeil: Video Games

[chocolate-failure]

a list of tolerables.. since I’m still fuckin here tolerating them

poop towel fat stanley stinky fingers mold and/or grime on every surface rats in the walls and in my room cockroaches EVERYWHERE vision loss from smoke and dry air mosquito breeding grounds: standing water everywhere piss in the tub: someone literally just left their piss in the tub like.. unsanitary refrigerator: mom inlaw stores raw dripping meat on top of other shit broken refrigerator: all food goes bad super quick but they just buy more instead of getting a working fridge  carlos: small loud aggressive embodiment of everything I hate about this place, I’d kill him if I could get away with it EVERYONE FUCKING SNORES it’s loud... like really loud: all tvs are always on at full volume.. constant coughing like go to the fucking doctor jesus disregard for my privacy and my things: ppl here literally don’t know how to knock both my inlaws use the bathroom with the door open and the lights off like wtf everyone here is generally supremely wasteful  my room is filled with shit that isn’t mine so I have no place to put my things: they have some hoarding tendencies, not full on but enough to be a problem diglett: the most important/annoying person in my life outside of myself  

#prob more to come #i hate living here #but i also hate living #sooo.. #drivel #inlaws #Diglett Esquire

[whifferdills]

"Comfort Eagle" 12/Nardole, gen-ish, queerplatonic cuddles, ~1.2 k words

i blame @resting-meme-face entirely

(read on the Ao3)

"How do you do it?" the Doctor asked. He was slumped down on the jail cell floor in a position that promised future back pain.

"Do what?" Nardole replied. He did a lot of things, generally speaking.

The Doctor sighed melodramatically and crumpled further in on himself. "Be so nice to everyone, all of the time."

Nardole considered for a moment. "It's easier than not being nice," he decided on finally.

"For you, yeah, I s'pose it would be."

This was presumably meant as some sort of insult, but Nardole let it slide, partially because he wasn't quite sure how to interpret it. Instead, he rummaged in his pockets and pulled out a slightly-smushed bag of Asda own-brand chocolate biscuits. "Would eating help? You know you get grumpy when you're hungry."

The Doctor frowned from inside the pile his body currently was. "They'll be broken all to fuck by now. And I'm fine, anyway."

His stomach growled audibly; Nardole shook the bag of crumbs encouragingly in his general direction; he rolled his eyes, grabbed the bag, unfolded slightly, and shook the contents down his throat.

(The Doctor might have been about to say 'thanks', but then the guards came by and there was a whole Plan to be executed and there was a great deal of panicked running and, possibly, screaming, on Nardole's part, so it's possible he was mistaken there.)

"It's just something you decide to do," Nardole said later. On the ship, in one of the velvet-clad rooms, on the floor and doing the thing the Doctor had made him promise to never, ever call 'cuddling' again.

"Pardon?" The Doctor was flicking through miscellaneous curb-pickup listings on Craigslist at a frankly alarming speed, mobile phone held at an awkward angle away from the not-cuddle tangle they currently were.

"Being kind," Nardole said.

"Ah."

"Sure, some people don't deserve kindness. But most do. And I think it's best to start with kindness and then progress to angry invective and/or punching, if needed." He patted the Doctor's head, then let his fingers sift through all that hair, scritching at the Doctor's scalp.

The Doctor squirmed slightly and made the noise that he'd made clear was to not, under any circumstance, be referred to a purr. "Yeah," he said, coming out of the not-a-purr. "Yeah. But history's proven otherwise to me, so."

"Still important to decide to be kind," Nardole said, wrapping his non-hair-occupied hand around the Doctor's narrow chest.

There may have been an explosion, or three. Nardole might have been slightly on fire. He discreetly patted at his coat until the smoke stopped, and then took off his coat - since it was ruined - and tucked it neatly into the nearest garbage chute.

"Go on, then," the Doctor said. He looked remarkably unscathed and unsinged. "Tell me what I did wrong. You're always so keen on informing me how I fucked up, how you would have done it better, how it's so important to be a good person and how nice it would be if I could manage that."

Nardole circled him warily. "You were mean to a housekeeper."

"He was in the way."

"He was working."

"It's not all puppies and rainbows, right? If the apocalypse comes, d'you stop to help a pensioner across the street? If you need to do something, right now, okay, you don't stop and hold someone's hand and gently guide them through - what are you doing?"

Nardole grinned, a little bit nervously. "You get angry when you're hungry." His hand, holding a jelly donut, shook slightly in front of the Doctor's face.

"And when I'm not, as well," the Doctor said, trying to say it from between clenched teeth and marginally succeeding.

"Even so. Can't hurt." Nardole waved the donut around. "C'mon. You know you want it."

He considered it a victory that the Doctor only spent 1.5 minutes glaring and denying before snatching the pastry out of his hands.

"I know," Nardole said. He carefully stripped off his goo-soaked clothing. The TARDIS hummed and bumped the ambient temperature up a few degrees.

The Doctor stood shivering and a little unsteady on his feet. "They were all fucking bastards."

Nardole scraped a handful of ooze off his shoulder and watched it drop heavily, wetly to the floor. The TARDIS made an unhappy noise. Long story short: there'd been an explosion. "I know," he said again.

"And you want me to be kind," the Doctor said, or spat out. Bitterly, either way.

"Not to people who don't deserve it," Nardole said, squelching over uncomfortably. "But to those who do deserve it, yes."

"And who, in this scenario, deserves anything even vaguely approximating kindness." He looked like a drowned rat, poor thing, hair matted to his face and drenched through with...whatever it was.

"Yourself," Nardole said, scraping the Doctor's hair off of his forehead. "And me."

The Doctor shivered under his touch. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah. You. Sorry."

"C'mon," Nardole said, trying and failing to get a grip on the Doctor's arm. "Let's get us cleaned up."

The TARDIS had, by Nardole's count, at least 53 showers and baths; he shoved the Doctor through the door of one and found himself another. Rinsing the day off, like. Washing all of it off. He came out squeaky-clean and pink-skinned, warm and relatively happy and bundled up in a supremely fluffy bathrobe.

He sat down on the bed cross-legged and waited. Eventually, the Doctor emerged, equally scrubbed and flushed. He patted the mattress beside him, and the Doctor paused, considered, and headed over eventually.

"So," Nardole said, as the Doctor said "It's just..."

You first, Nardole motioned.

"I'm done with this," the Doctor exhaled.

"You are. And you're not at all, at the same time. Right? You love this. Even the goo. Especially the goo." He nudged the Doctor's shoulder, like friendly hey-c'mon-now.

The Doctor laughed begrudgingly, and leaned into the nudge. Together they slowly fell back onto the mattress.

"I hated the goo and wish to never experience that again," Nardole clarified. He leaned away - the Doctor making a noise they'd promised to never refer to as a whine - and grabbed a batch of chips off the nightstand. The TARDIS always supplied what was needed. Hot and fresh and with the vinegar on top. He waved the paper cone at the Doctor.

One chip falling out and landing just about directly into the Doctor's mouth. "That's your plan, then," he said, taking with his mouth full.

"Eh?"

"Keep me well-fed. Fat and happy."

"I mean. You are looking a bit healthier, these days." Nardole propped himself on his elbow and patted the faint bit of pudge above the Doctor's waistband in what he hoped was a positive, encouraging way. "Got a long way to go before you catch up to me, though." He fell back down, curled around the Doctor, partially for emphasis, letting his belly press against the Doctor's side.

"Shut it."

"Use your words. The nice ones."

"Please...be quiet? For a bit?"

"Right, yeah." Nardole sighed, and let himself relax. They wouldn't ever mention how the Doctor eased and extended his embrace in kind. And they wouldn't say the word 'embrace', either. Or 'hug'. 'Temporary physical contact with no emotional implications', that might do it. For now, anyway.

#12/nardole #twelth doctor #nardole #dw fanfic #twelvedole #s o f t b o y s #look if we've invented a pairing that centers around being nice and eating food #like im gonna write the shit out of that pairing ok #the world sucks and i need cuddly softboys to guide me thru

[virtualbusinessventure]

Camp Gideon Revolutionaries

Liv 'in Extra Large in Charm City

Urban Cities and ghettos are in actuallity: FEMA entrapment prison camps Known to the occupants as, Section Eight.

Intro Scene:

Junior tells OG Pop that he and some of his anti-government crew, made half a million large the other night, grabs a bite to eat on his way out the door.

Cut to:

OG Pop has the 'what the fuck' look on his face; feels some type of way now. Because, no his son just didn't shoot through the crib, talking about he made half a million large couple of nights ago. Like he was wiping girly juice from off his boozack with a paper towel, on his way out after making a coupe of booty calls between hoodrat thot's, but it's OG whose feeling like a trick at the moment.

switch To: Frontal shot:

OG Pop:

"Junior!"

The original gansta can't get up from off the couch fast enough, because he just smoked a fat blunt of purple Indica Kush, and can't get to his feet fast enough to catch Junior.

Moving Shot:

"Junior!"

OG Pop stumbles a bit.

"What the fuck you say Nigga!

The oringial gansta Crip makes it out into the hall way to find himself being stared down by fellow high rise condo owners.

Reverse Angle:

"Kids, can't teach them noth 'in, can't abuse them, I ment, make use of them .. they're constantly runing the damn streets."

ovrthe Shoulder Shot:

OG Pop grins at the small gathering of neighbors, and quietly retreats back into his high rise condo.

https://www.reverbnation.com/smokdoutrecordz/song/29339480-hustlerz-get-da-dough-most-dangerous

the highway system is structured in and around America's urban cites and ghetto's, making these urban areas a huge maze, similar to what rats were subjected to in an 1950's experiment that helped design US ghetto's to concentrat the growing populations of people of color in. The maze rat trap experiment is a success, SGOPT scientist were most excited by the aspect of the rats turning on one another for survival, the effect on the primary targets will be one hundred times worse when humans are subjected to the rat race ghetto maze projects that are erected nationally in America. This process can be put in motion by simbly blocking all main enterences and exits to the highway system in a and around the urban areas, restricting everyone's movemen, trapping whole populations, instant federal concentration FEMA camps!

OG tells his wife while they conversate about politics, that his eyes are wide open while his peoples are wide shut. Later, during a couple of hours of hot passionate sex, Bonnie convinces OG to visit her little rural town she grew up in.

OG has no ideal that her hometown is also the birth place of the Imperial Knights of the round table: the pioneers of the Klu Klux Klan enforcers

OG and Bonnis brother bond

Tommy Boy is a high ranking member of the Knights and plans to do his best to protect OG, while the OG former Crip is in Red Mountain Alabama.

Tommy Boy's plans go to hell when Bonnie's childhood boyfriend attacks OG, not because OG is married to Bonnie, obvious, because OG is a Nigger! Knights rule one, all niggers must die!

Little Buck faces off with OG Pop, Little Buck makes his move.

https://www.reverbnation.com/smokdoutrecordz/song/29114468-merikkka-land-hate-keapernick-version

Tommy Boy:

"OG, don't!"

Cut to:

hours earlier that day:

Wide Shot:

Tommy Boy:

"OG, what are you trying to say?"

OG chuckles as he shakes his head.

"I'm say'in, my motherfucking eyes are wide open to the game."

Tommy Boy :

"What game OG?"

Bonnie responds:

"The whole game on racism babe."

Tommy Boy:

"What?"

OG responds:

"Okay, obviously I have to break it down for you, and yawl suppose to be the supreme race."

Tommy Boy:

"I having a hard time following you boy."

OG laughs before contiuning on

Bonnie gets impatient as she always does, and snaps at her husband.

Bonnie:

"Will you please get to the fucking point before Jesus comes back!"

OG:

"bet, for instants, I was put on to the bullshit race game by my mentors, telling me how yall made up the term white people, to instill pride in yawl's community, because yawl all are ashamed of who you really are."

Tommy Boy sits there like a deer staring into car high beam lights expression on her face at the moment.

Tommy Boy:

"Okay, I'm completely lost now."

OG:

Okay, peep this, white folk refer to us as colored people, right?"

Tommy Boy responds.

"True."

OG:

"That's because, truth be told, it's yawl who are ashamed of who yawl really are."

Tommy Boy take a swig of his bootleg liquor.

OG:

"Real talk, truth be told, why the fuck do yawl waste time tanning?

Tommy Boy takes another sip of his liquor before answering the former gang bangers question. But, before the Klansman can, he is interrupted by his sister's husband.

OG:

"I'll tell you why."

Tommy Boy:

Raises his half filled glass if liquor to OG's interruption.

Yawl white folks are ashamed of not having color, so yawl tan trying to get color, but yawl found out it's better to come up with a factious classification to fill the void of not having color, so the term white race was coined. "

Everyone is silent

Tommy Boy responds.

"Can you imagine watching the mother fucking news while the reporter asks a witness what he saw and that motherfucker says."

The Klansman leader takes another swig of liquor.

"I saw a non colored guy sticking up the liqure store."

Tommy Boy responds has a good buzz now, remains sitting shaking his head slowly.

Bonnie responds

"We rather be called white people, because it sounds more important than being called non colored."

Tommy Boy responds.

"You got that right Sissy, can you imagine the president of the United States gathering a crouwd together, and comes out his mouth, my fellow Non Colored Americans, lend me your ears."

Everyone laughs out loud together.

OG speaks:

"Yeah, but yawl been fucking up my peeps heads for centuries and shit. No wonder my peeps don't know who the fuck they are, only five percent of my peeps know who the fuck we really are."

OG is referring to the 'Five Percenters' a secret society organization, found in most inner city communities of color.

Tommy Boy:

"So, who the fuck are yawl?"

OG:

" We are Aborigines."

Tommy Boy:

"Well, why don't you broadcast this truth to the rest of the Nigeras?"

Both Bonnie and OG Pop just stare at her brother, because of his ignorant comment.

OG turns to Bonnie.

"And yawl have the nerve to call us the N word."

Bonnie laughs and gives her husband a passionate kiss on his dark brown cheek.

OG shakes his head before responding to his wife's brother.

https://www.reverbnation.com/smokdoutrecordz/song/29483855-call-2-da-girlz-u-can-roll-wit

OG explains why he won't put himself out there like that, because that's what got the Kennedy brothers, MLK, Malcomb X, Tupac, Biggie and most of all, 'Jesus' killed. That's why OG won't speak truth to power, plus his peeps rather believe a lie, than empower their communities'. That's what the damage effect of centauries of lies; false history, religion and politics can do to a people whose identity that has been whitewashed.

https://www.reverbnation.com/smokdoutrecordz/song/29114468-merikkka-land-hate-keapernick-version

https://twitter.com/420musicsound

Junior and Camp Revolutionary Militants

Junior-

Junior walks in on his crew, Camp Revolution, to find a few of his warrior's locked in a serious verbal altercation.

"What's this bitch sessission about?"

Crew Member-

"We got to do something bout this fucked up adminstration, that's what!"

Junior, being the the head rovolutionary with the cool head, slowly walks closer to the disgruntled militants before waying in.

"Did either one of you gung-ho motherfuckers bother to vote this past election?"

Crew Member-

"Of course the fuck no!"

"Then don't complain about your circumstances you didn't vote against, you stupid lazy marks."

Crew Member-

Say what?

Junior-

"I didn't studder, niether one of you bothered to vote. So, complaining about your circumstances you didn't bother to vote aganist is a waste of breath, that's what."

The two fustrated militants go on to pitch their grievance to Junior stating that Camp Revolution needs to take action against the current administrations terrorist policies being launched on the latino community, and do it now.

Junior-

"So, you two non voters are upset, because a white supremacist in running the country, right?"

Crew Member-

"Motherfucking right."

Junior-

"It's not called the white house for shits and giggles, all them honkies, including the dead presidents are, and were, white supremist. Even the black face one, you of all people, know you don't have to be a honkie to be a white supremacist."

"Our research proved that.

We uncovered the truth that the term white is a made up classification honkie falsely came up with to give their community a fake identity."

all militants listen intently to Junior.

"Thus the term white people was introduced to the world in an effort to falsely give honkies a fake supreme status over the true rulers of the universe."

Crew Members believe that the true rulers of the earth are the Jacob Israelites, which are the chosen people of the creator of the universe, Gaallutron.

"When in fact, we all know the term white, by definition means, inherently evil. Honky secretly tells the world who they truly are, inheriantely evil people. And every sinse, they have white washed our history of who we are for centuries.

Caracalla, a Black Roman Emperor, rules the first world from 211 to 217, where we civilized and liberated their fore fathers from their mountanious dwellings, and their less than human exsistance. A truth they have been bitter about til this day."

Militant-

"What about how this unjust govt is treating the Latino's?"

Junior-

"What about them?"

Militants-

"We need to bring some heat on this terrorist administration and make a statement that the mistreatment of people of color ain't going to be tolorated."

"That isn't going to happen brah."

Crew member-

"Why the fuck not, brah."

Junior-

"You want us to waste our time and energy to assist a community that begs for their rights instead of demanding them, that's a losing battle brah."

Camp Member-

"So we just turn a blind eye to their plight?"

"Where the fuck were the Latino's when the unjust terrorist cops were gunning our people down on sight in the fuck 'in streets."

All the militants stand in silence.

"I'll tell you where the latino's were, sucking up to the honkies, and now the same honkies want them out of the very land that is rightfully theirs."

All the militants that were ready to rush out to help the Latino community suddenly have a change of heart, now that their leader speaks truth to power.

"Sadly the Latino's are too busy begging this unjust govt to please have a heart and let them stay in a country that only wants them here to pick honkies fruit, clean honkies businesses and homes for little to no income."

Junior lights up a fat blunt filled with purple kush before dropping more knowledge on his crew.

"The same Latino's who have the nerve to look down on our people, because they fell for honkies bullshit propaganda, that blacks don't belong in America."

#short stories #history #video #trump #russia #crime #truthbetold

[foodratwork]

POV: moments before you get pissed on

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You don’t have to look at these pictures and no one including Kim probably gives a shit so move onto a picture you do like and say something nice and positive! Jess mill can u hear urself u referring to picture but what abt d image of d person in d picture bible said if u spoil another person u will be spoiled too live kim s family alone its there life it up to them if they can’t make use of it to d brim so fuck da shit.

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I think someone jealous bc Kim is beautiful frm her black hair color to tan skin that’s all her it’s not fake. She is fake when she goes blonde but who is natural these days and they are not movie stars. Jess Mills I don’t have to know you I can tell by your pictures you’re overweight and plain. None of those costumes or tough Mudder comps are going to change your obese self.

Unisex Longsleeve Tee

Anna McEntire you stalk my Facebook to try and make me feel bad about myself? Go fuck yourself love. Naruto Supreme Shirt. I don’t do anything to try and change myself I am happy with who I am at a size 12 and the fact that you think I’m plain shows how very little you know about me!  Let’s be real here, a lot of women are insecure about their bodies.

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apparently the fat rat fuck supreme aka piss baby aka my chinchilla has a bit longer snout than other chinchillas so everyone says she looks like a penis :(

#you can call her fat fuck and piss baby bc thats her own fault but do NOT call my baby a penis #fat rat fuck supreme #personal #not food network

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food ratwork 🐭🐭🐭

#fat rat fuck supreme

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piss baby aka fat rat fuck supreme aka my chinchilla likes to watch cheesestick from 90 days

#everytime he comes on she just stands there and watches 👁️👁️👁️ #my mom is calling her palmiteira 4 liking the white man #white boy simp rat 🐭🐭🐭 #90 day fiance #fat rat fuck supreme #not food network

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thinking once this shit passes and i get some extra money whether i should get a tattoo of two rats in the shape of a heart or a tattoo of the fat rat fuck supreme (aka my chinchilla) or a bifurcated tongue 🤔🤔🤔

#leaning towards the bifurcated tongue bc i think its funny 😜😜😜 #ive fully accepted that i am not attractive to anybody so might as well be a clown 🤡🤡🤡 (not the sexy ones) #my life goal tho is to cover my whole body in rat tattoos i already have one 🐭🐭🐭 #personal #not food network