About 'Becky'So, is this a thing? Is it really? Apparently it's all the literal rage with white girls now, just call them "Becky" and they'll lose it completely.About 'Becky' by MSFHWraith
I just checked. Aku has not flown off the rails with anger, she's just confused as to why that's an insult.
So then why are SJW idiots insisting that this new and totally rad insult is having such an effect? There's a few things wrong with this that jump out at me immediately.
First off, I've noticed it with other things. They'll try and reframe standing up to bullies as claiming victimhood(such as in the comment section of the interview with badass drawer of also badass attractive ladies Frank Cho), they'll say that being annoyed by their own offense-taking is also offense-taking, or that that it's their "free speech" to talk over and otherwise interrupt others' "hate speech". Pretending that the reaction over calling them Becky (or is it A Becky?) is anything other than pity or bewilderment is pretty p
Short- Dyna Girl and Gas Money"I put it to you that a Dracula could beat up thirty ninjas." Dyna states, she's laying in the back seat of the car and fiddling with her phone. Tweeting her most recent success no doubt, the faint overhead haze of light from the lamppost highlights the colour of shiny new costume.Short- Dyna Girl and Gas Money by Mr-Undisclosed
"Ah you're forgetting the obvious. Dracula can beat 29 ninjas easily! But the less ninjas you have the better they are." Dylan returns from the front, adjusting the rear view mirror. "Can you like turn off the panic at the Disco ball thing you got going. You beat the giant eyebat things."
"Oh sorry." She said and it seemed to all at once stop. "What, like the less ninjas the better? Do all ninja draw their power from one source?"
"It's a joke. The law of inverse Ninjutsu conservation. Trope it, seriously. The more of something there is the less of a threat it can be- due to being easy to make or get. The less of something there is the better it must be." He states and pulls over for a moment. "Or something l
Mooncalled 1Gwen pushed her way into the gymnasium, only to find her path blocked by a panel of shimmering purple fabric. She brushed her fingers across it, unsurprised to find a texture rich as satin. Donna always did good work, even if it was only for a temporary barrier to block sightlines from public space.Mooncalled 1 by dkfenger
When Gwen cleared the fabric maze, she called out to her friend, “Hey Donna, gimme some sug...” She stopped as a dark-haired man turned toward her and smiled. “Oh, sorry Duncan.”
Duncan laughed and shrugged. “Hey, I’m not always certain which I am from day to day.”
“Duncan,” sighed Duncan’s wife Sidney. “Can we not talk about that in front of the other parents?”
Gwen’s entrance had drawn attention, especially from the fathers of the kids playing in the gym. She’d worn a conservative dress, but it did little to conceal the magically enlarged breasts that paid so well
Getting Back at L. Frank Baum
(Tin Person TF, statue TF, horse TF, balloon TF)
Stacie Soames couldn't wait until the end of play rehearsal. She had been pushed into joining the local theater group's production of “The Wizard of Oz” by its director (and her cousin), Veronica. And somehow, Stacie had managed to obtain the part of the Tin Man. Only she was going to a be a female version.
She was looking forward to the end of rehearsal when Penelope, the costume designer, was going to drop off her costume. Somehow this made the whole play/acting experience more real. Even though Stacie was twenty-six, she still often rued the fact that she had never been given parts in her school plays. The directors always used her for the pit bands or as an accompanist because she was such an excellent musician. This was nice and all, she always enjoyed playing the music. But just for once, she wanted control of the audience. She wanted to be up on stag
Transforming Womenby grapehyacinth
Part 1: Angela
3:00 A.M. Break time.
Angela hated working night shifts at the power plant. She had recently turned thirty, and she was frustrated with her life in general. She felt she was destined for bigger things, but right now she was stuck here, working the most boring job ever. She had all the science degrees in the world, and with them she was babysitting what the town of Ostville thought was the answer to everyone's money woes: a power plant.
Ostville boasted how little they paid for power because they were willing to have the plant to provide them with it. It was the safest facility in the world, they felt. And Dr. Simon Vance, the man in charge of it, treated the place like his own child.
Of course he was not usually there at three in the morning. Although she would never admit it to anyone, Angela almost wished he was. The dead of night was always the loneliest time here, and the chorus of birds heralding the dawn was always something
Transforming Women 2by grapehyacinth
Part 2: Nelly
Meet the women and learn of Angela's plight in the first part: Transforming Women
As Nelly made her way back to her office, her heart was beating wildly. She was trying to hold back her tears, but after experiencing some kind of power fluctuation in the power plant she worked at, she was concerned that something horrible was about to happen. Sylvie, her co-worker, was having a strange skin reaction, but Nelly herself didn't notice anything odd about her appearance – her skin and face looked fine when she glanced in the mirror. Her hair looked particularly healthy, in fact.
Yet her clothes were falling off of her. What could that possibly mean?
She shuffled down t
We 'R' ToysBy grapehyacinth
After two weeks of training, Julie and Rhea were officially couriers of South Street Shipping. Julie was proud of this. Rhea was not.
The two college grads both were at a dead end. Julie had lost several jobs, and Rhea hadn't even been employed yet. When Julie informed her that South Street was hiring, Rhea scoffed at this. “I didn't get a college degree to go carry stuff around.”
“Well, I don't see anyone else offering you a job. And I need to make money somehow if I want to stay in this apartment with you. They pay really well at the courier service.”
“For being a glorified mailman? Ridiculous.”
“Until something better comes along, I'm doing it. And if you want to pay your rent without your mom helping you out, you might want to also.”
Donned in their new South Street uniforms – a gray shirt and slacks, the two girls made their way to their first destination. It was an old brick building on the edge of a ba
Arin the Genie Part 1, Origin Story
On a crisp spring morning, Arin went out to the park at her college because her boyfriend Ben wanted to meet her there. Arin happened to have a lull moment in her procrastination, and she knew that Ben was not rehearsing today for the play he was in. They met at the usual place, a wooden bench that was perfectly situated by a lake on campus. It as secluded as it got, and the traffic to and from classes died down since it was late afternoon.
Arin was feeling rather chipper, so she wore a crimson blouse that complimented her short fiery orange hair. She let her hair get frizzy because it was so short that it was low maintenance but she could still make it work. A pair of blue jeans and sandals finished the ensemble.
She saw Ben sitting on the bench already holding a brown sack with that look of hiding something he could not wait to show. He was wearing a camo t-shirt he bought online that said "No camping" and had a picture of two stick figures, one backstabbing a sniper. The brun
Jack in The Toy BoxJack Robertson went to the mall that Christmas week because he had nothing else to do. He threw on a worn leather jacket Batman t-shirt, jeans, and favorite sneakers then walked to the local mall just to browse around. He went to a comic store at first to skim some graphic novels that caught his eye. He then went over to the budget DVD store looked at the movies but saw nothing worth spending money on, and finally he got a smoothie from the food court. Jack managed one productive investment on this trip, he got a winter haircut. They trimmed his black hair short but not so short that Jackie Frost didn’t caress his head to close. The young woman whom gave him the haircut wouldn't stop talking to him about how tall he was or his hazel eyes. Jack might find himself going there more often. Even that though could not solve this incurable loneliness he had.
He was in a new town, away from family and he didn’t have the money now to go see them. They really didn’t have the mo