What The Fuck Is Boboiboy And Why Is It All Over My Feed

i know its already been said more eloquently but it really is insane that boeing can just...have a whistleblower executed mid-trial. its not gonna be in the news cycle, no one's gonna bother reporting on it - much less accusing them in a formal manner of killing him - in a few months no one's gonna remember it and everyone's gonna keep flying on their planes

My eyes flick from the wailing red face of the infant to the tired face of my worst enemy. I'd never seen him look so tired or defeated before and we had fought for a full 24 hours once!

"I know we've have our issues but-" I cut off the heroes rambling, holding my hand up.

"Stop."

His face looked perplexed, arms still rocking the wailing baby who was not getting anymore relaxed.

"Seriously? I spend so much time and money to track you down and have a dramatic final battle and instead of that I'm faced with." I wrinkle my nose at the sight of the dirty and once pristine and no doubt million dollar kitchen reduced to the war zone between a fussy baby and a helpless newly-single father. "This." my voice filled with distdane.

"Well I'm sorry my relationship falling apart didn't adhere to your evil plans, villain." The hero responds. Normally a response like this would be backed by a cocky voice and confident smirk and the heroes sidekick making some noise of surprise to hype up their boss. But without either of those it was just pathetic.

I roll my eyes, "Your not doing it right."

"Excuse me?"

"Your baby, your rocking them wrong. No wonder they're so fussy if their father is so useless at such a basic task." I click my tongue and walk forward, plucking the wailing baby out of the heroes arms.

"Put her dow-" The hero's complaint reduces to a look of confusion and awe as I gently adjust the baby in my hold and start to rock the-apprently-female baby.

"Do you think so little of me to assume I'd harm an infant?" I scoff. "I may be actively planning to attack the mayor-"

"-Your what?-"

"-But I am not a heartless maniac." I finish, the baby was still wailing, almost louder. I frown, "Did you feed her?"

"I tried but clearly it didn't work." Maybe it was the sleep deprivation but I was truly surprised I hadn't been thrown through 3 walls and laid flat on my back on the neighboring lawn. I look at the disaster of a kitchen and snort in amusement at the mess.

I raise the infant to my shoulder, supporting her bottom and starting to pat her back rhythmically. The hero seems questionable at my actions.

"She hasn't eaten, she's not going to-" right on that moment a small but strong burp comes from over my shoulder. The wailing puttering off into soft giggles.

"You were saying?" I hand the infant back to her father. He takes the baby and holds her close, stepping back a few steps with a calculated glare.

I roll my eyes and turn, leaving the kitchen and walking down the hall to exit the heroes home.

"Where are you going?" The hero walks into the entrance of the hallway, thoroughly confused.

"I'm not wasting my time to fight you, not in this state." I turn back to face him, "It'd be boring."

"Boring?" The hero repeats.

"Yes, boring. Good luck with your daughter, I hope she is nothing like you." I turn away and open the door, shutting it behind me and walking out of the multimillion dollar house no doubt leaving the hero greatly confused.

After months, the villain finds the hero, but upon arriving at his home, he discovers the hero in a stained robe, baby food splattered, huge dark circles under his eyes, and a non-stop crying baby. The only thing the hero says is, “My wife left me.”

Controversial inkling and octoling position

I don't think they have scars on their tentacles. I get the artistic appeal and it looks cool (and is cannon if you look close at Captain 3s tentacles there are faint scars)

But...their tentacles are hair remember? It's their hair, it grows, they cut it. Any trauma afflicted to the original hair tentacles wouldn't be on their new ones.

Like if you cut a chunk of your hair that chunk wouldn't be there forever, it wouldn't grow that way. Their hair can get long, look at the hair styles ranging from long to short.

Thats it :^

I know this is for writing but I will also use this for being autistic

Body Language

When someone is...

Sad

Face/Body:

Avoidant/reduced eye contact

Drooping eyelids

Downcast eyes

Frowning

Raised inner ends of eyebrows

Dropped or furrowed eyebrows

Quivering lip/biting lip

Wrinkled nose

Voice:

Soft pitch

Low lone

Pauses/hesitant speech

Quiet/breathy

Slow speech

Voice cracks/breaking voice

Gestures/Posture:

Slouching/lowered head

Rigid/tense posture

Half formed/slow movement

Fidgeting or clasped hands

Sniffing or heavy swallows

Self soothing gestures (running hands over the arms, hand over heart, holding face in palms, etc)

DEAR FANFICTION WRITERS

Thanks for existing

I am so sorry and sad to have woken up to this news, Hind's body was found alongside the two medics who went to rescue her, after 12 days.

Hind was killed. And Israel continues its crimes without consequences.

"Pikachu, use thunderbolt!" The human child yelled, or as many called them 'trainer', for the 12th time in the last 20 minutes.

Honestly, this was getting tiring. For 10 minutes, this human had been running around in my home cave with it's little Pikachu chatting excitedly about 'Catching a Houndour'. That got annoying quickly, and so to try and push them out I jumped into a battle with them.

The shock only lasted for a moment, Houndooms like myself weren't common in pup caves like the one we were in. But the pups needed protection and every so often one of the older members of the pack would check in and guard them and I had been set to check on them today.

But the trainer seemed to only get more excited at the prospect of skipping a Houndour and catching a Houndoom. So for the past 20 minutes, I've been hit by quick attacks and thunderbolts a 3rd of them missing because the pikachu was slower than a Slowpoke while the trainer yells like a fool.

I grit my teeth as the thunderbolt strikes my body and sends a jolt of electricity through my body.

"Good job Pikachu!" The trainer yells, "Get ready to dodge its attack!" he points at me, as if having to signal to the pikachu who 'its' is.

"Pika pi!" It wasn't even saying anything. It was just making noises to charm its trainer.

That annoying trainer who won't stop pointing and shouting and being a little nuisance.

Why did I have to attack the pikachu? Why couldn't I attack the trainer?

....Why couldn't I?

I stand up straighter and glare at the trainer, the boys face cracking from the confident smile to a weary look. I gather dark power into my teeth to prepare my attack.

I rush forward, the pikachu ducking to the ground to dodge what it assumes is my oncoming attack.

But I rush past.

And land a Bite on the trainers arm.

The world seems to still, time slowing down as my teeth crush down on the trainers flimsy arm, a crack echoing into the cave.

The trainers face shifted into one of horror and pain a scream ripping out of his chest, the pikachu no doubt gaping in surprise.

No pokemon ever attacked a trainer, not in an official encounter. The before was free range but during? Unheard of.

Yet here I was, jaw with dark power locked around a trainers arm breaking the underlying bone.

Why didn't we do this before? Why did we follow any of the unspoken rules the humans practiced amongst themselves?

I certainly won't be from now on.

A wild Pokemon has had an epiphany. Why fight a Trainer’s Pokemon and near-certainly get caught… when you can just go past their Pokemon and attack the Trainer directly? This kid and his Pikachu are getting obnoxious anyway.

LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST LET'S GET THIS FUCKER EXPLODEDED

I do actually care marginally about the guy in that reddit screenshot who voted for Trump and is now worried that he might lose his medicaid funding because I did not fucking stutter when I said healthcare is a human right but the people losing their internships and job offers to the hiring freeze are straight up hilarious.