I never noticed it, but they say my eyes turn totally black when I am really mad. Like I am possessed. I guess that’s true.
The opening minutes of Impulse Retcon Season 2, Episode 1 (“Mind on Fire”) are merciless. Nikolai stands motionless outside Henry Coles’ window, watching Bill Boone unload a shot into Cleo. He could end it in a heartbeat—blink, grab Boone, vanish him—but he doesn’t. Instead, he watches the woman bleed out on her own floor while her daughter’s world explodes somewhere inside the house. That single choice tells you everything you need to know about Nikolai: he is not a savior. He is a witness, a cleaner, and maybe something far colder.
(more…)
In the chilling shadows of “The Exorcist,” ancient demons lurk unseen, eternally woven into the fabric of our world since the dawn of time, their malevolent presence twisting human souls through insidious possession that strips away your very essence. These unholy entities, capable of delving into the deepest recesses of your mind, whispering your darkest secrets back to you in guttural tongues, are the true architects behind the enigmatic UFO sightings that haunt our skies, masquerading as extraterrestrial wonders to sow terror and confusion. Beware if one ever claims your body as its vessel, for while you might awaken to nightmarish superhuman powers—levitating beds, spewing bile, or contorting in ways that defy mortal flesh—the price is your sanity and vortex of unrelenting horror from which there is no escape.
I’m back to moderating online again. I haven’t done this since the days of Alki David, the eccentric billionaire, on the Battlecam website—especially on Bishhh’s channel. Now, I’m moderating OliveOilRun’s YouTube live stream. Who’s OliveOilRun? She’s someone who appeared on Dr. Phil and is a big social media influencer.
Imagine a shadowy figure who plucks your thoughts word for word from the void before they form on your lips—holding the cursed script of every whisper you’ll utter, every deed you’ll commit. Try to bury a secret in the depths of your mind, and they leer from the darkness, watching your every flicker. Wouldn’t you dare probe this nightmarish curse?
Claire, known as OliveOilRun and going by the DJ alias “DJ Run,” is a 23-year-old multifaceted YouTube creator, model, pianist, DJ, producer, comedian, and streamer born around 2003, who launched her channel in March 2021 and has garnered over 526,000 subscribers with 590 videos featuring uncensored vlogs on modern life, dating, pop culture, and commentary on figures like Elon Musk and Andrew Tate. A University of Texas at Austin alumna (class of 2025) with degrees in Economics and Environmental Science, she served as a coxswain on the rowing team and shares glimpses of her life with two cats, Molly and Aris, while maintaining a strong presence on Instagram (338K followers), SoundCloud, and through daily livestreams and DJ sets.
In a bold YouTube video, the creator, OliveOilRun, argues that impregnating a woman without her consent—“unconsensual pregnancy” or “preg trapping”—represents a grave injustice and should be criminalized as an assault worse than rape, emphasizing “her body, her choice” while distinguishing consensual sex from non-consensual impregnation, which often leads to an epidemic of men trapping women into motherhood. Victims face trauma, health risks, emotional distress requiring therapy or antidepressants, family court battles where they’re held hostage and trolled by baby daddies, or the painful process of abortion, which offers a better outcome than a lifetime of stress; instead of debating fetal rights, society should focus on whether such men deserve life in prison, especially in cases involving grooming of young girls, decrying the lack of justice as a joke where perpetrators walk away, urging progress beyond our frozen-in-time norms.
Ah, “She Bop” by Cyndi Lauper – the 1983 banger that’s basically the musical equivalent of a wink-wink nudge-nudge. On the surface, it’s a peppy pop tune about… dancing? Bopping around? Nope! This bad boy is all about female self-love, aka masturbation, disguised in enough 80s slang to fool your grandma (and apparently the radio censors). Cyndi confirmed it herself: It’s her cheeky anthem to owning your “personal vibrations.” But let’s dissect these lyrics like a frog in biology class – with zero seriousness and maximum giggles. I’ll quote from the official lyrics for accuracy.
(more…)