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#tw: Slurs
thesparkwhowalks · 5 days
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Batboy Secret Identity: "Midge" Merrill All Appearances: Batman #90 (1955) Little person and former circus acrobat "Midge" Merrill was stalking racketeer Tapper Nolan seeking revenge for the murder of his performing partners. He tailed Nolan to a baseball bat factory, wherein the gang battled Batman & Robin. Merrill used the factory's stock to rescue the Dynamic Duo and took the experience as inspiration for his own caped crusade against crime.
Developing an arsenal of trick bats, setting up in a cave he called "The Dugout", and donning a baseball-themed costume, Merrill began a one-man assault on Nolan's organization. He and Robin teamed up while Batman was out of town, with the Boy Wonder quickly deducing Merrill was a forty-something little person circus acrobat (no, really, he figures that all Sherlock Holmes style).
Moved by Merrill's tale of murdered circus acrobats, Dick (Robin) Grayson agrees to help him take down Nolan once and for all. Once his goal is achieved, Merrill retires from crimefighting but uses the knowledge it gave him...as the bat boy for Gotham's pro team.
I am endlessly fascinated by one appearance wonder characters, particularly one-off pre-crisis Batman associates, and you all are a captive audience for me to tell about them.
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zimthandmade · 4 months
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Hi Zimt! Since it's M2's death anniversary (sobs), I was wondering how would Matt react to Mello's death if he managed to survive?
Sure, Anon. Let's suffer together, yeah?
Matt bolts out of his car to the truck in the old church to find Mello lying limp over the steering wheel and a panicking Takada in the cargo bed begging for her life. This is the most helpless Matt has ever felt and he has a complete breakdown, dragging Mello out of the truck, rocking him, talking, mumbling, putting his vest around him and bawling his eyes out.
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Mello has always been the shotcaller of the two, the main character. Matt only followed wherever Mello went. Now he‘s all alone, desperate, delusional. After sitting outside for a while, letting reality sink in, he enters the truck again, sitting opposite of Takada on the floor with Mello still in his arms as if he wanted to say “look at what you did, asshole” and silently debates on what to do. Shoot Takada? Let Takada write his name too? Call for help? Who? Halle? Near? What would Mello have done? Matt feels rage taking over while he’s overthinking, he gets hold of Takadas phone, looks up the last dialed number and calls fucking Light Yagami. And Matt dares to be as vulgar and degrading as possible.
"Takada, I told you not to-" "Listen up you little pissface. You‘re Light Yagami, aren‘t you?" Light just hears a male voice he doesn't recognise on the other end and his mind goes ???????????? Who the hell is this???? "... is this Mello?" "No, you fucking cunt. This is Matt." Let your imagination run wild on what hyper-specific slurs Matt throws at Light over the phone. He's aware that the whole task force is listening in on this call and straight up insults them as well on being an incompetent clown party, not seeing the devil right beside them. Maybe he ends the call with something like "and I hope Near busts your ass so hard you can stick your bloody notebook up your ass sideways and it falls right back out, you self-righteous motherfucker."
Sorry for being a little dramatic on this. I'll get back to drawing happier things soon 💛
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dg-kino · 2 months
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a friend tried to explain to me what a thirst trap was the other day, as if I'm not already a dehydrated tranny
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sid-sn · 1 month
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the Italian bitches that can’t be trusted
(their appearances are designed by me this isn’t canon)
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isukdik6969 · 11 days
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⚠️ ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️
This post contains bad graphic scenes and inappropriate language. Viewer discretion is advised.
NSFW
Kermit, the stripper.
By: isukdik6969
Once upon a time, there was a stripper named Kermit. He loved his job and never wanted anything more. And one long day of pole dancing for rich millionaires and getting gang banged by a gang in a back alley, he did his daily checking for STI'S at the doctor's office, he finished up then gave the doctor some head. He took the bus ride home but there was no seats on the bus and he couldnt stand up on the bus with his stripper heels, so thankfully a nice horny man let Kermit sit on his lap, and all through the bus ride they had sex without anyone noticing. At this point Kermit's ass was hurting and dripping with cum and sex lube, but when Kermit got home from his job at the strip club, he grabbed a metal fork and began to eat some Kraft dinner he made in the morning. Suddenly, he heard a little voice in his head say, "Stick the fork in the outlet." Kermit had always trusted the little voice in his head, so he started to do as the voice said without knowing the consequences of it.
Kermit was about to stick the fork in the outlet when *RINGGGG* His phone rang. Kermit picks up his phone and answers "What do you want whore"Kermit says angrily. Ms. Piggy replies with "I did nothing wrong, but I wanna get back together." Kermit screams at Ms Piggy, "SLEEPING WITH UNCLE DEADLY IS NOTHING WRONG???!!! "Kermit hangs up and continues sticking the fork in the outlet saying "that lying, cheating, littl-"He gets cut off by a large zap noise. A few minutes later, Ms Piggy heads to his apartment to try and seduce him so he will get back to her. Ms. Piggy knocks a few times on the door and gets no response, so she gets her new bf -Uncle Deadly- to break down the door. She finally gets inside, and it's like a ghost town. She walks further in and checks every room.
Finally, she gets to the kitchen and steps on something cold she looks down and sees Kermit's lifeless corpse on the floor. Ms. Piggy gets angry because his stripper heels tracked so much dirt from the outside that it was ruining her brand new high heels. Then she heard something, her new boyfriend saying "Can we leave this place im hungry" She says to her new bf "No worries about food, babe, were having frog legs for dinner", So after Ms Piggy and Uncle Deadly had a threesome with Kermit's fried corpse. They feasted on Kermit, and thanks to him being electrocuted, they didn't need any preparation for him. They finished eating what they could of Kermit and sold the rest of him for 5,000,000$ on eBay
Then Uncle Deadly told Ms Piggy somthing that left her shocked he said " I'm sorry Ms Piggy but I wasn't in love with you, I was in love with Kermit, I was using you to get closer to him. But now he is gone, so I shall be gone too. " Ms Piggy started crying and trying to stop Uncle deadly, but she was too late. He had already cut his dick and balls off and was bleeding out. ~One hour later~ Ms. Piggy was out on the streets trying to find a new boyfriend. After a while, she got really tired and went back to Kermits' large stripper apartment. She had been so sad that she said "Fuck this shit, imma start dating women" So Ms Piggy had started sissoring Camilla aggressively. They lived together for a few months and then Kermit and Uncle Deadly (who were now together as a gay couple) haunted them and eventually killed them. And nobody lived happily ever after, but they did all die gay, so I guess that counts.
The End 🫶🫶🫶
I honestly only wrote this for comedy, and if yall want, I will write real smut, just ask. Hope you enjoyed the torture and there may be misspells.
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k-atsukibakugou · 3 months
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Stop fucking dyke-ising characters bakugou isn’t a fucking faggot and DEFINITELY isn’t a fucken girl stay with your LGBTQ nonsense fucken unicorn throw up bullshit no life weirdo FATTY!
reblog with the character i should dyke-ify next 🫶
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seas-storyarchive · 3 months
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There are racists in hell, everyone finds that out when something about Alastor is brought to light
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There was a knock at the hotel door. charlie answered it first, a big smile on her face.
"Hello! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" She greeted the two men, one of which looked elderly.
"Greetings, Princess. My father and I are considering this redemption thing.. we were hoping for a tour first?"
"Uh, sure, of course." Charlie said with a smile. She turned to the bar, waving someone over. "Um.. Alastor!"
The man's ears turned to her, and then said man got up from his seat, dusting his suit jacket off as he approached.
"Hello, my good sirs. I am Alastor, manager of this hotel! What ever may I-"
"Uh, this nigger again?" The older man asked a little loudly as to cut Alastor off while looking to his son, who nodded with a displeased look, before looking to Charlie, "is there a place without THESE folk about? I don't want him dirtyin' my things."
Charlie was.. genuinely confused. What was he talking about? Everyone in Hell was a different color! She glanced at Alastor from the corner of her eye, seeing him frozen.
"Hey! What'chu say about my buddy?" Angel had come over, looking pissed off, with an equally pissed off Cherri and concerned Niffty. The most latter of whom crawled up Alastor's pant leg and then his arm to rest on his shoulder to pat his hair to soothe him.
The younger man spoke up, "we don't deal with those," he points to Alastor, who was uncharacteristically still, "types. Filthy, dark skinned, son of a gilly whore-!"
Angel showed a machine gun in his face, resting just below his lower lip, held by his lower arms as his upper arms were cleaning his ears. "What was that? I couldn't hear you. Speak. Up."
The man backed away. "You know what, never fuckin' mind. Come on, dad. Let's go somewhere with civilized folk."
As the door shut, Charlie turned to look at the group again.
"What was all of that about?"
"What'chu you sinners know about racism?" Cherri asked, slipping her unlit bombs into her pocket.
"Not much, honestly." Charlie said, looking to Husk at the bar who was pouring a drink, and then to Vaggie and her dad - former of whom shrugged while the latter said nothing.
"Well, racism is based on those who were like me and Cherri, born Caucasian, or white if you prefer, being mean and prejudice against people of other colors, like Al here-"
"And me." Niffty said, hugging Alastor's head because the man was still a statue. "I was born to a mother from China and a father from America. Not a single person would give me the time of day, it was horrible."
"Did- did they beat you?"
"No."
"Yes."
The 'no' from Niffty nearly drowned out the soft 'yes' of Alastor.
"Who did it, sir? Point'em out!" Niffty said, producing a needle from the pocket of her dress as she looked at her boss.
Alastor gave a shaky beathe in response, trying not to cry, when the radio dial of the radio at the bar moved rapidly as the previously turned off object came to life.
"I looked like my Maman, my mother, when I was alive." Said the radio, in Alastor's voice.
"I still don't understand." Charlie said, as Vaggie and Lucifer both decided that by Charlie was best to get away from the radio.
"Charlie, I told you that humanity fucked up the free will I gave them-"
"Fucked up indeed, monsieur charlatan." The radio responded bitterly. "My maman got tha worst ah father's beatin's. We hardla' had sud ta get new clothes ahcause father spent it on drinkin'."
"You said you looked like your mother, I assume your father was-"
"White, Vagatha, yes." The radio sighed, heavily, sadly. "Maman felt so guilty tha I came out lookin' like her, cause she couldn' pass me off as'a white chil'. Father hated me fer that more than Maman hated herself.."
When it stopped talked, there was a pause, and the radio started crying - but not as the radio demon, as a child.
"Daddy! Stop it!" Said the tearful voice of the child, as there were sounds of someone being struck.
"Alastor, bebe, I'm okay." Said the laboured voice of a woman. "Charles, leave 'im alone!"
"Oh, so you think your tough, huh boy?" There was the sudden sound of someone being stuck again, going to the floor with a grunt. "Huh? Do you?" There were more grunts.
"Charles, stop! Stop-!"
"Enough!" Lucifer had summoned a giant champagne bottle and spilled it on Alastor, making the already crazy going radio that was starting to smoke and flash like an emergency light go all static-like and then explode.
"Oof!" Niffty fell off of Alastor's shoulder as he landed on his ass.
His eyes were blinking rapidly, from the champagne or the tears, no one knew.
"Smiles.." Angel took a step forwards first, something in him feeling awful.
Alastor's wide eyes snapped up to Angel, his ears up in alert and alarm, before they went to the gun in Angel's hands. "Oh, uh.." he dropped the gun. "Look, Smiles.. none of us knew that-"
"I.. I know.." came the soft, tear filled, shaky voice of the man who kept his eyes on Angel as Niffty began to rapidly wipe off his face of any liquids on it.
Charlie, still not understanding, looked around. Angel, Cherri and Niffy were looking at Alastor in loss. Husk seemed like he was enjoying this, his ever so slight smirk as he sucked down a tall bottle wasn't missed by Charlie - or Vaggie who looked so mad at a thing she didn't understand either and had settled on a target. Then she looke to her dad, wbo looked so guilty, close to crying, glaring at his feet.
"I'm so sorry.." the man said, his voice as small as his stature.
Alastor said nothing back, too.. something to even leave, even as his shadow moved around him to hug him. Just to curl in a ball. Too lost in a time where he was beaten and judged and everything was bad that the present was non-existent for the time being.
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melonthesprigatito · 4 months
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Look, I'm not interested in playing Palworld and I've been actively avoiding the drama/controversy so I'd be perfectly happy with forgetting it's existence and moving on with my life if it weren't for just how obsessively UNHINGED the Palworld fandom is, barging in on EVERY. SINGLE. recent Pokémon post on multiple platforms just to pick fights and shill the hell out of their game to (most of the time) confused Pokémon fans who are wondering what Palworld is and where these people came from.
I saw this wonderful art of the Kamado battle in Legends Arceus and the Champion battle in Sun and Moon on Instagram and I shit you not, a good 70% of the comments are entirely Palworld people just ranting and yelling about how Pokémon sucks, Palworld is going to kill Pokémon, anybody who likes Pokémon is a bootlicker and are riding Pokémon's 🍆, how anyone who complains about Palworld is a (and I quote) """"saviourf*g""" for Nintendo etc
Like, I just wanted to share my nostalgia about Sun and Moon and so did a lot of other people considering that there were still people talking about it, but it was hard to find those comments because they were drowned out by the Pals Vs Pokémon warzone.
And the second someone says something a Pal fan doesn't like, it eventually devolves into the Pal fans throwing homophobic slurs around and calling the Pokémon fans neckbeards, and shills and basement dwellers and such.
I'm sure there's probably sane fans who are just happy going about and making their Pals break rocks or whatever, but a majority of the Palworld fans I've encountered so far are like edgy screaming 4Chan people. Like, holy shit I wish they would just go to their own Palworld fan pages instead of invading Pokémon and turning every comment section into the embodiment of this meme.
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(And I just want to address the whole "Pokémon Company is posting a lot more often recently because they're obviously scared of Palworld, lmaoooo why else would they suddenly start actively posting after months of radio silence 😎" argument that I've seen dozens of times.
First of all, the Pokémon channel/profile is always posting random game/anime/art screenshots. There hasn't been a sudden drastic increase of posts.
Second of all, it's A MONTH UNTIL POKÉMON DAY. THEY DO THIS EVERY YEAR. The influx of Snorlax posts is a promotional thing for Pokémon Sleep. Pokémon's just carrying on with their regularly scheduled hype building/ promotional stuff and the Palworld fans think it has something to do with them.(
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tolkienmatters · 5 months
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O! What are you doing, And where are you going? Your ponies need shoeing! The river is flowing! O! tra­-la-­la-­lally here down in the valley!
O! What are you seeking, And where are you making? The faggots are reeking, The bannocks are baking! O! tril­-lil-­lil-­lolly the valley is jolly, ha! ha!
O! Where are you going With beards all a-­wagging? No knowing, no knowing What brings Mister Baggins, And Balin and Dwalin down into the valley in June ha! ha!
O! Will you be staying, Or will you be flying? Your ponies are straying! The daylight is dying! To fly would be folly, To stay would be jolly And listen and hark Till the end of the dark to our tune ha! ha.'
The elves of Rivendell using slurs to welcome Thorin's Company to Rivendell, The Hobbit, A Short Rest.
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thesparkwhowalks · 3 months
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Going to see Drive-Away Dolls with my sister this afternoon and I think Ethan is already my new favorite between the Coen Brothers:
He's in a thirty-plus year polyamorous marriage with self-identified lesbian Tricia Cooke, who is the brothers' assistant editor and Ethan's co-writer on Drive-Away Dolls.
He describes himself and his brother's perspective as "stupid and straight", which is part of why Drive-Away Dolls is a solo effort.
He describes the kind of movies he wants to make on his own as being "low brow" as opposed to the "high brow" pictures he makes with his brother.
He & his wife's original title for "Drive-Away Dolls", a very openly queer crime film, was "Drive-Away Dykes".
They wrote the original draft of the film 20 years ago, when a movie about lesbians on a cross-country caper with hella sex scenes would emphatically not have been released by Universal Pictures.
I respect that his brother Joel is married to Frances Goddamn McDormand and directed Denzel Goddamn Washington as MacBeth for his first solo feature, I do. But weird, hooked into queer culture, and low brow? Ethan's on my wavelength.
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redfield5x5 · 3 months
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orbygotthegoo · 11 months
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Me at 18: Ehh, I don't know about all this "queer community" stuff. I get reclaiming the slur, but it still makes me uncomfortable. Like, you're not going to hear me calling myself a member of the "faggot community."
Me at 28: I am a proud member of the faggot community.
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trias-tiny-time · 25 days
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There is a blog going around harassing age regression blogs! He looks like one to trick you! Dont let his profile fool you - he is reblogging and replying with slurs and insults.
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His user is waddlingstufful.
Block and report him!!!!
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antiradqueerguy · 22 days
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can we talk about the constant use of the word schizo in the radqueer community . i understand using schizo to describe yourself but being """"trans schizo""""" and calling yourself """""""a schizo""""""" when you're not schizospec in any capacity . it's so normalized . during my time in the community, i've seen several non-schizospec people, who were otherwise completely normal, use the word without a second thought, and it still bugs me so much .
Yeah i always found it super gross, I think more recently they have got on peoples asses about saying slurs they can't reclaim
but i hate that someone thought it was a actually good idea to make those terms
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dipie-goat · 7 months
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what’s my Facebook ugly bitch?! Found it yet?!
2 of your old ones yes, though with how many accounts you make I'm sure you have more
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