this has been a roast

Honestly one of the greatest things about this content deputy was that during Ricegum’s video with the stripper Post Malone’s song rockstar was playing in the background and Ian fucking had Post Malone IN his video doing a skit with him

Like that’s honestly so fucking funny

A voice told him where to go, and he went.

Maybe there was a time when the word of a disembodied voice would not have been enough. He doesn’t remember it. He doesn’t remember a lot of things. He remembers a lot of things. He remembers the wrong things.

He is slow. Maybe he wasn’t always slow, but he is slow now. There is no straight line between points. He considers every tree and every flower. He picks apples and catches lizards. He stares at the sky, and chases the stars.

He doesn’t speak much. He’s told he never did. He wonders if it was then what it is now, the way the words taste wrong and never fit on his tongue. Hylian and Hylian and Hylian but it never sounds right to the points of his ears. His first language is foreign and his accent is nowhere. He doesn’t sound like a hero. He doesn’t know what he sounds like, but he knows he doesn’t like it. It grates the way any wrong thing grates. He says nothing, and no one seems to mind.

He catches beetles, and stops to take pictures of fish.

In the burnt husk of a home, he finds a rusted shield. It didn’t do them much good, whoever they had been. He finds them all over, these floors without ceilings, these roofs without walls. He wonders, always: have I been here before? Did I know them, once? This house on the mountain, this cabin in the woods, would they have recognized me? Was this a name that fit on my tongue?

He learns to bake a cake, breaks rock salt and rubies from veins of ore in the earth.

He moves the sails of a raft with a Korok leaf, and he thinks: this should be easier. He wills the wind to move, but there is nothing. He looks out at the ocean and thinks: what might we find there? His raft is dead wood. He is alone.

He catches fairies in his hands, pink light and warmth and a faint ringing in his skin. They never complain. They never speak. He opens his hands to let them go, and they are the wrong color. The Great Fairy laughs, and it’s so much prettier than it used to be. Than it never was. He rolls glass bottles in his hands, but he doesn’t take them with him.

There is something restful in this. He can’t explain it, even if he had words to try. In his long slumber something inside him came unmoored, and he knows things he must not. He is tired. He knows this most of all. There is work to be done. There has always been work to be done.

He lights a fire, roasts a fish, picks at the flaky meat while it’s still hot enough to burn his fingertips.

He thinks of a sister he never had. He thinks of a grandmother he never had. Did he know his grandmother? In the Lost Woods he stares at the Deku Tree, and knows this is not home. There is a green-haired girl on the backs of his eyelids, and she sounds like three notes repeating.

He finds an ocarina made of wood, and runs his fingers over the holes. Three notes, repeating. He plays them, and nothing happens. He checks the shape of the moon and his reflection in the water. He plays three notes, different this time. There is nothing but an ache.

It sounds more like his voice than his voice ever did, and that hurts worse than silence.

He tries to remember Mipha. He wants to remember her most of all. They were friends, he is told. Close, he is told. He has nothing but fragments and a shirt that fits too well. When he tries to remember, he sees blue scales instead of red.

Zelda is Zelda is Zelda. She is the reference point around which the world turns. She is always Zelda, even when she isn’t. Her face is always her face. He is grateful and resentful in turns. There are so many people he would remember, if he could. Instead there is Zelda.

Ganon is not Ganon is not Ganon. He doesn’t know if Ganon has a face. He’s had so many faces. Was this ever a man, this manifestation of malice? He remembers eyes of gold, he remembers snouts. He recognizes the smell of him in burnt cloves and blood.

Fear is red lights and a blue glow. He knows these things were hope, once. He can’t remember it. He can’t remember seeing six metal legs and believing they would save him. Did he always know that it was helpless? It feels like he should have known.

The words are different, but the meaning is the same. He is procrastinating. If he needed an excuse, he would call it training. He would say they need every advantage. He would say they will only have one chance. No one asks for excuses. He says nothing.

Zelda has waited a hundred years. She waits, still.

She remembers a boy who never rushed her. She remembers, the way he does not, his silent patience while she found herself. While she took too long to find herself. She will wait for him to find himself, even if he takes too long. They may doom the world with their patience, but does the world not owe them this? There are so many worlds, and so few of them are kind. What could this world have been, if it had been kind? What might she have saved if it had not demanded saving?

She did not save the world. She will not save the world. She saved a single point of kindness who did not ask it from her. She will not ask it from him, but he may save her all the same. He is courageous. He is kind. Please, be careful.

He catches Koroks in durian trees, and chases dragons through canyons.

He jumps off a cliff to land in a stable, and no one there sees the hero he should be. He is no one, he is nothing. He is halfway to a beast, but they’re grateful for his help, when he offers it. He always offers it. He doesn’t know how not to.

His hands are calloused. Sometimes they bleed. He ties up his hair every morning, and does not stop. Swords fit so neatly in his hand. Sometimes he uses them to light fires or carve birds. It’s just easier. A sword is all he knows. He’s trying to be more. This might be beyond him.

Sometimes he growls when he’s angry. Sometimes he rips things apart with his teeth. Sometimes dogs follow him, but sometimes they whine. The shadows aren’t always unfriendly, and he feels them like fingers in his hair. There are eyes like fire in the mirrors at night, but he can only see them in the corners of his eyes.

The first time the Gerudo catch him, it was because he tried to scale their walls. Why did he think that would work? Urbosa would laugh if she knew.

He catches horses, but they’re never the right one. The hooves are wrong, the gait is wrong. They are never a part of him, an extension of his own legs. He rides across fields and they hesitate the way she never did. He whistles three notes, sometimes, but it never works.

He finds it, eventually. The place the voice told him about. Walls without a roof. Has he been here before? Surely he has. It’s night when he arrives. His footsteps make no sound. This is how he navigates the world, now, quiet as the sky. It’s easier this way. He kneels down to catch the latch on the chest, and when it opens, he cannot breathe.

He stares at it for a long time.

The moon is only the moon. His skin is still his own. Eventually, he breathes again.

He almost laughs.

He slides the mask onto his face.

  • Burr: Alexander! I see that you've gotten some glasses.
  • Hamilton: Well my eyesight isn't what it used to be...
  • Burr: To be honest they don't look so good on you.
  • Hamilton: Excuse me?
  • Burr: Yeah, you look better without glasses on.
  • Hamilton: Well, you'd look better if I wasn't wearing MY glasses.
  • Burr: ...

 ok out of all of butch’s videos, for some reason no one ever talks about the Drawfee Knock-off characters video??? you know:

like, people talk about the 10 years later and 107 facts videos all the time, but i havent seen anyone ever discuss it, at all. 

 here are some highlights:

  • in the first 40 seconds they describe danny as: ““how ‘bout that, that, ghost boy that i so love?””oh that good ghost boy!! yeah!” “that ghastly fellow!” “GHASTLY DAN. i think””      i completely agree
  • im shocked the single phrase ”ghastly dan the spooky man” hasnt been spread everywhere like the plague
  • at 1:16 butch says” you’re right! you do have limiting drawing talent!” it hasnt even been two minutes and butch has already savagely roasted this poor drawfee guy
  • im literally quoting this word for word: “ghastly dan just turns people into ghosts. this is a child he’s gonna turn into a ghost. he’s like the grim reaper.”
  • ““he’s saying his classic catchphrase, ‘you’re gonna be a ghost, little boy!‘“”
  • ok, so butch doesnt want the ghosts in actual canon to be dead, but everyone here is on board with the literal premise of ghastly dan literally murdering children. sure butch
  • imm im. sasdjksas. im fucking:
  • “””HEY! IMA………………IMA GETCHA DAN!!!”””
  • “and dan has already murdered so many children” “dan is a busy man”
  • “you’re making that kid a ghost!! ““you’re making caspers left and right over here Ghastly Dan!!!!”
  • butch immediately saying in a hushed tone, “oh this is getting very creepy now
  • “you could fuse tucker and sam together into some abomination”
  • canon tucker and sam fusion: Sucker Moley
  • sucker’s character premise is that he wants to be turned into a ghost but by Ghastly Dan. he wants to die
  • at 8:26 butch says “im so lame at this i’d just combine all of their traits”. getting real self deprecatory  
  • “he’s like santa claus but he gives you ghost powers” “so he’s santa claus but for death?????”“he’s the santa claus of the afterlife”
  • clockwork and eggs
  • butch at 13:01: “this is a really scary drawing it’s really upsetting me. it’s like paranormal activity come to life right on my ipad screen”
  • “ya know, he’s havin a good time!” “he’s one of the lovable band of ghost kids””and they just do insane ghost pranks all night thanks to ghastly dan”
EXO’s Reaction to one of the members roasting you but you roast them twice as bad



*Proud momma duck. He was going to yell at the member who roasted you but hearing your reply made him smirk before giving you an applause.*

You: “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know that just because you have a dick you can act like one.”

OH-!!! Damn baby, that was better than what I was going to do.”

Originally posted by xiaonancii96


*Also a proud momma duck. He was going to break up the fight but hearing what you said, he looked at you with a subtle smirk and winked.*

You: “You know, your mouth is moving but all I hear is ppfftt because all you’re saying is shit.”

That’s right, (Y/n). You tell him. That’s my girl.”

Originally posted by exoplathot


*Blushes at the fact that you can even come up with those words. In a way, he was also proud of you for defending yourself like that and it made him fall in love with you more.*

You: “What about my outfit? Oh, yeah and you look any better? Whatever look you were going for, you missed big time.”

Oh my god, you are perfect darling. I couldn’t come up with anything better. I think you look great anyway.”

Originally posted by lobbu-lobbu


*He’d lean back as he laughed and then fall off his chair shaking his head. He doesn’t want to believe that you said that but at the same time, it felt amazing to hear you say it.*

You: “No, keep rolling your eyes, maybe you’ll find a brain back there.”

“!!!!!!!!! Do I laugh? Or do I stop her before this gets out of hand???”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


*Calmly sips his drink because he knew this was going to happen. He has been on the end of your roasting stick before and it is not fun. When the member looks at him for help, he doesn’t do anything but shrug because he can’t help them out of the hell they’ve walked themselves into.*

You: “Please, if I wanted to die, I would’ve climbed a ladder and then jump to your IQ.”

“Sorry buddy. I can’t help you out. I can only watch you burn up in flames as she roasts you. I’ve been there before and you just gotta try to survive through it.”


*A swear word would leave his mouth when he heard your roast. He’d act surprised at first but then laughs at the member’s face.*

You: “A thought just crossed your mind? That must have been a long and lonely road.”

“(Y/n)! Where did you come up with that! Should I laugh or stop this argument?”

Originally posted by littlebyuns


*He’s snort, look away with a straight face and sip his drink. On the outside, he was calm but on the inside he was laughing in ass off. He knew you’d do well and he was trying to hide his face to keep him from bursting out in laughter.*

You: “Huh…too bad they can’t take you to jail for being stupid.”

But that ain’t my business.”


*He’d probably choke on his drink at hearing what you said. Then he’d go and hug you for the great comeback.*

You: “Hey, do you want your nose back? It was in my business.”

Baby come here! I need to hug you and keep you out from doing more damage to my member’s ego.”


*The drink that was in his mouth was now all over the table and he’d be too busy laughing to even clean it up.*

You: “Are you like, related to a cactus? Because you’re kind of being a prick right now.”

“O-oh shit! Baby, where did you learn comebacks like that? Please teach me.”



Geometry part 5


Part 1 here / Part 2 here / Part 3 here / Part 4 here

As always, your comments, thoughts, likes and reblogs are the food that keep me going.  I’m too pathetic at this point not to tell you that up front. Hopefully, this is decent stuff…


The house looks deserted when I arrive.  I don’t see a light on, even though it’s pretty much dark now that the sun has gone down.  I knock, because it doesn’t feel right to just walk in.

No one answers.  

It’s much colder than when I left the bakery now too, and I have a choice: Go inside and accept that according to the contract I saw in the Justice Building I’m supposed to be there, or sit on the porch like I did yesterday and shiver.

The decision is an easy one.

I sit on the porch step and pull on the extra shirt I brought for work tomorrow, wondering why I hadn’t thought to grab my coat off the hook in the kitchen before I left.

Thankfully, Katniss and Prim show up only a minute or two later.  

I startle them in the dark and then Prim actually reprimands me for sitting out in the cold instead of going inside.  I don’t say anything.  I simply get to my feet.

As I bend to pick up my stuff, there’s a flood of light from a porch lamp.  I blink against it; Katniss has opened the front door and must have turned it on, because suddenly the inside goes bright too, and it might as well be as bright as the sun to my dark-adjusted eyes, leaving Katniss a silhouette in the doorway.

It’s a nice silhouette.

Even in her too-big leather jacket and boots.  

I realize I’m just staring when Prim bumps into me; she’s taking it onto herself to

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Georgia mother kills two of her children by roasting them in the oven

Lamora Williams, 24, has been arrested for the murders of two of her four children. The two boys, Ja’Karter Penn, 1, and Ke-Yaunte Penn, 2, were placed in the oven and roasted to death.

Lamora called the father of the boys, Jameel Penn, on October 13th and told him that his boys were dead. He called police, and when they arrived at the home in Atlanta they found the bodies with burn marks all over them. Lamora and Jameel had 3 sons together. Their 3 year old son was in the home at the time of the murders, but he was not harmed. Lamora also has a 6 year old daughter from a previous relationship. She was not home at the time.

Family and friends say that Lamora suffers from some form of mental illness, but she has not been diagnosed with anything. They believe she should be put on suicide watch until a psychiatrist can see her. 

Lamora has been charged with two counts of felony murder.