#BAJA BE THY BLAST

[purpledisastertwin900]

MIKEY AND LEO ARE THE BAJA BLAST DUO?!?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! THIS IS THE BEST NEWS EVER

[sailor-cerise]

[image Description:

First image: a photograph of a sheep with its wool dyed bright cyan blue.

Second image: a photograph of calligraphy in black in on a white card reading:

Baja blast sheep have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, gamer fuel.

/End ID.]

baja blast sheep have you any wool

[nikolaidelphiki]

i was just reminded of the fact that mountain dew is neither inherently good or bad, but its how you drink it.

[redheadedfailgirl]

Everything makes me think of her 😔

[ask-theredcrown]

our father, who art in heaven, baja be thy blast

Narinder just. Looks confused.

Baja be thy blast, I guess?

[corpish]

our father, who art in heaven, baja be thy blast

[mysticmuse0]

Baja be thy blast 😭

[orangetintedglasses]

That... didn't exactly soothe his concerns, but moving along and getting into the armory was the only option they had-- that was where Wolfwood could safely take a vial, and where they could take stock and figure out what to do about the inevitable arrival of the cavalry that would, eventually, come looking for their men.

The numbers weren't even worth counting, but he did it anyway, staring at the back of Wolfwood's head as he rifled through the man's belongings. Eleven currently still-conscious people with who knows what kind of weaponry on them, with four question marks that could wake up in ten minutes, or ten hours. It... was not the best position for them to be in.

Wolfwood rose to his feet, looked at him with the same level of confidence as before, even bloodied and steadily losing a fight with pain tolerance. It takes a Herculean amount of effort not to reach up and cup his face, wipe the blood from his nose.

"Right..." he said in a bit of a rush, swallowing as much of his urge to fret as was physically possible, and moved towards the armory door. He didn't look happy about it-- brows slanted and creased with lingering concern --but he didn't have to be happy about it; Vash just had to keep moving. What good is moping about it now going to do, Stampede--

Another hand scanner appeared to be the only thing keeping the raiders out of this room. And while the screen was a bit cracked and splintered (the likely culprit being the butt of an assault rifle), it was still functional. Beyond the barely frosted glass panes (also cracked in spots but unrelenting, jeez), the interior of the room could be estimated; a large space with dark blotches along the back wall, cut with that Lost Tech bottle glass green. The reserves that their pals down here had been trying to get at, most likely.

Worth a pretty penny to the right buyer, probably... or a good way to get hunted down and killed for messing with the Eyes' things...

"Ashton said you should have access by the time we got here." Vash said idly, looking back at his companion. "Let's hope he's right..."

The sudden influx of panic is not what Wolfwood had hoped would flood his mind after taking care of one of the problems, but it's what he receives as Vash rounds the corner and witnesses him debating whether the pain is bad enough to take a vial or not. The bullets aren't... deep... and the pain is a solid five out of ten right now, but the bleeding is the concerning part.

He'll take a vial when they get into the armory. Then he can see how many more he'll get to stock up on.

Wolfwood doesn't respond at first, choosing instead to search the man. It's not that he's ignoring Vash, or even that he means to go silent, it's just how he operates when working. He realizes how strange (and potentially unnerving) that is once he finds the man's radio and clips it to his own belt, so he immediately returns to Vash only radiating confidence... despite the bullet-pocked blazer and shirt. Oh, and the bloody nose.

"I'm fine, Blondie. This isn't nothing to worry about," he attempts to urge them along quickly, before the adrenaline wears off and he loses nature's painkiller. "I'll take care of it when we get inside, yeah?"

Oof. Ow. Yeah, there's the pain. It's dull, but it's beginning to throb uncomfortably.

[redacted-metallum]

Our Doom, who art a Guy, baja be thy blast

[missrpmemes]

Shit my friends have said but they're ask memes

"There's no way I can answer that without incriminating myself. I plead the fifth"

"I may be spiritual, but these hands are physical and you can catch 'em for free"

"Your pants scream "I have a small dick"

"Some advice: become religious and pray to literally anything for help"

"You've made the critical mistake of "watch this"

"2 million dollars and we don't have a can opener?!"

"Look at him, isn't he so cute? I used to beat him up"

"I'm like doordash but for morphine"

"I can't see, turn up the volume"

"It's like if they were a stripper, and they were a gorilla. And it's great"

"Mean and gay are two of my best qualities"

"Day 1 of trying to convince my friend to fight a bear"

"I mean, if you're unemployed and unendowed, write a cookbook"

"Dabbing is a privilege, not a right"

"Yeah, that's true. People who get into situations like that are probably the same people who cross the street without looking"

"I'm going to break in to their house and move everything slightly to the left"

"________ once insulted me by saying "I hope your tombstone is written in comic sans" and I don't think i've ever recovered"

"________ is playing golf the way god intended”

"The rules of the road are for NPC's"

"Traumatic brain damage! Part of a balanced breakfast."

“A hex upon thy house! It’s called a lawsuit!”

“If there’s a clown in my bed right now I’m killing you myself”

"Our father, who art in heaven, baja be thy blast"

"The Holy Trinity of Cooking: Air Fryer, Rice Cooker, Microwave."

“Alright, I’ve powered up a little bit. Lets go ruin that old man’s day”

"Tiddies does not excuse war crimes, _________"

"Any dick is detachable if you try hard enough"

"Goddamn. How long has it been since I destroyed Brazil, and people still consider me a warmonger? Like. Goddamn. Get over it."

"I'm too pretty to know how to do this"

"If it quacks like a duck, it's probably a witch"

“I love being right and correct and sexy”

“I can read but u have to spell it with an Australian accent”

"I give a pass to the murderer-- I draw the line at the capitalist"

"I'm not saying I could fix him, but I could fuck him"

“I drink Diet Coke, I fear no rice”

"We have a lot to do in church today! First: we ritually sacrifice Sonic."

[three-mad-lad-cats]

gang. homies. mothers and fuckers of the jury. does anyone have. some lovely great ace attorney art. for the usage of my mobile phone homescreen. you can tell I'm desperate because I'm posting on tumblr.com dude I can't find ANYTHING that is oriented for mobile.

i especially like arts with like, pretty scenic backgrounds or of the characters doing something (not like promo art which is all I can find) but regardless of those parameters please DROP THE PICS 🤲 please and thank you, blessed by thy spirit and baja be thy blast

[incorrect-gunslingers]

Josiah: Our father, who art in Heaven, Baja be Thy Blast-

[fox-guardian]

Trick or treat!

[ID: A photo of someone holding a potion-like bottle of baja blast over a sink. The bottle is open. end ID]

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you get. potion of baja be thy blast (uncorked) (do not spill it)

[grymmoires]

Who up blasting thy baja

[mischievousmary]

Nico: Our father, who art in heaven, baja be thy blast

[twothirdsgenius]

our father who art in heaven. baja be thy blast