#GOOD HEAVENS

[blanc-ci]

I love it when they point things in his face

For totally normal reasons you understand

[junimoss]

HELLLO??????

[watcheraurora]

Honest. To. Goodness.

If I didn’t know about Lizzie and Kirsty (don’t know how to spell that sorry)

And someone told me that Jimmy and Joel were dating

I would believe them no questions asked

[malditasfrases]

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

“I need to be forgiven” I NEED TO GIVE YOU THE MOST UNHOLY BACKSHOTS GOOD LORD CALL ME DIDDY, FREAKBOB, SUPER SENIOR GOJO WITH THE WAY IM ABT TO DIDDLE U AND WE GON GET FREAKY UP IN HERE. WE GONE PARTY TIL THE SUN COME UP. WE FINNA BE MORE SLIPPERY THAN A MELTED PIECE OF BUTTER. I DO NOT PLAY!!!!!!!!!! 👅👅👅👅👅🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[ratatatastic]

"Is [Barkov] a normal dude? Meaning like—is he just like, you're having a cheeseburger some day and he's like 'Oh, no, no, no! I need this, I need the superfoods,' like is he kind-of... is he a normal guy?" "'Is that Wagyu or no?'" "'I need, you know, the best of the best,' Like how is he?" "He's undercover really funny, especially when you get to know him. I don't think he said much for the first 3 to 5 years. But I always joke with him I've never been invited to his house and we've played together for 10 years." "Dude, Brandon Montour said the same thing! We had him on last year! He's like, 'Dude, he's never had us over! We're always like—' But he doesn't live by all you guys, right? He kind-of lives a little further out?" "Yeah, he lives 20-30 minutes away in Boca [Raton.] But, yeah, no I—Listen, it's just his personality. It's who he is, and we respect him for it. Like I said, he's a really funny guy when you get to know him, and sometimes he's got those one-liners. And, you know, he's one of those perfect humans, right? You know, one of the guys we all strive to be, and we'll all come short forever, but—yeah, he's a good person."

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.30.24 (x)

i hope this bit never ends if not for the fact that each time ekky has to say it he has to add another year to it which adds to the comedy of it all

"Hey, who's got the best setup on your team with the Panthers? When all the boys get together, 'We're going to your crib. We're gettin' on the jet skis,' whatever. Who's got the best setup?" "Yeah, um—Aaron [Ekblad]'s probably...I mean, Aaron's been there the longest. Hopefully, Barkov hears this! He's been there the longest, but he never invites the boys over to his house!" "Oh~ Barky!" "Is he cheap?" "I'm gonna call Barky out right now, and see if he can invite the whole team over next year..." "Is he cheap? Is he cheap? What is it?" "Will he do it?" "Oh, he's up in 9 East—obviously, like quiet, unbelievable guy, but he's the only up in Boca [Raton.] So I don't know if anybody wants to even drive up to Boca..." "Oh, Fancyland Zone..." "What do you mean? How far is that away from where you are? Like, and everybody else?" "Yeah, we're all in Ft. Lauderdale, Las Olas—within probably... you know some families are in Parkland by the arena, but we're all within probably 10 minutes away and he's up 30, 40 minutes away so."

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.25.23 (x)

the boys ribbing sasha for living so far away and never inviting them to his house but still going btw hes amazing and incredible and perfect and sososo good we say this to tease him but like this is just who he is as a person and we accept that so please dont misconstrue this into something its not this is a joke and we dont take it to heart

and on that topic its really a shame that NA media doesnt know how fucking funny and how absolutely unserious he can be. I understand the notion of diligent no-nonsense captain is a prevalent idea (which he is lets make that clear he takes hockey so seriously) but especially since this season hes said hes cut down on weight so he could skate faster (and the results show) so i understand where the questions are coming from knowing the track record but also

we've won a cup and hes ramped it up its fantastic and this is one of my favourite examples of it of how quippy he can be

happy to talk about my cappy!!! happy to tease my cappy!!!

"and you know hes one of those perfect humans right? you know one of the guys we all strive to be, and we'll all come short forever but yeah he's a good person" do you also cry about how terribly fond and sincere ekky gets about sasha

[pumpk1bun]

why is he beautiful

[jasmindoodles]

Just a silly like comic 👀

So with @galaxygolfergirl concept of Hans dropping the facades, he also drops his shirt somewhere along the way too. 😂

Now Elsa has something else to write to Anna about. 😏

I might color this in the future who knows. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[dailyhatsune]

how about link miku? (linku, if you will)

[tonydaddingham]

michael you better know how to fight, lad

[becabeale143]

[alarmsofmyheart]

Has nobody talked about it??

I read about it someother fandom I'm not even a part of that stripped shirts and stripped backgrounds are often used to show the invisible mental struggles of the character.

The red+white sweater that War is wearing has stripes on it in the pattern. It's my first time seeing such sweater, it's so beautiful, but that aside, Yin's shirt is plain red.

Joke is still in his mental prison of somekind, a lot of kind. And Jack is a freely loving person. They are both in love. But there's a lot more going on.

At the round rainbow table conference, only Joke's shirt has vertical stripes.

Even at the English class confession, it was Jack who confessed. And Joke can now look at Jack without having to avert his gaze, unlike how he did in previous episode, Joke allows himself to look at Jack, cling on to their family, encroach Jack's bed and bathroom.

But Joke isn't anywhere ready to feel the emotions and name it. He is genuinely blindly blissful about Jack introducing him as friend to the neighborhood kids when they are all busy shipping them. Joke is still shooketh when Grandma tells them to live long and take care of each other. He is clueless. He is soaking in the acceptance that the love rays emanating from Jack are lost inbetween them; or should I say the rays are distracted to everyone else nearby because the target is loveblind. And all this is from this sweater.

[qsmpcryptid]

Tubbo: "If you think about it, the bible is kind of like ao3 before ao3 existed"

[kopivie]

as a continuation of this post.

you squeeze your eyes tight and wait for the worst to happen. you can only imagine what sort of pain you were about to be subjected to. your stomach churns as your mind conjures up the sickening sounds of bones crushing and teeth gnashing; of flesh being ripped from the bone and blood being splattered like paint upon a canvas. you wait, and you wait as the gardemek gets closer. you can practically taste the putrid steam that pours from its nostrils. you wait and you wait...

...but death never comes. or at least, not in the way you expect it to.

"at ease."

his voice is gruff, like he's speaking through his teeth. you've never heard him like this before. on any other occasion he's calm, cool, and collected; he normally sounds like he has everything under his control. but right now, after hearing him sound like he's holding himself back, you wonder what expression he's wearing.

you're paralyzed with fear. your entire body is taut and wound tight, almost as though rigor mortis has already set in. but you're not dead, you have to tell yourself. you're not dead. you repeat that phrase over and over like a mantra in your head even as the presence of the three-headed gardemek diminishes. you're not dead. you're not dead, not dead, not dead not dead not--

"you're okay."

your eyes may still be closed, but you know he is here. he is right in front of you. you can feel it. you can feel him. his hands are ghosting over your frame -- your hair, your neck, your shoulders, your cheeks. you can smell him, rich and heady -- intoxicating. hell, you can practically taste him with how close he seems to be.

he calls your name. his voice is still rough, but it is becoming softer as he speaks. perhaps he doesn't want to scare you any more than he already has. "look at me," he begs. he pleads. would he grovel if you asked him to? "please, look at me. open your eyes, my love. you're safe. it's been taken care of."

your neck feels stiff as you shake your head.

you feel his hands finally come to rest on your cheeks. his hands are calloused and cold, yet also warm and grounding. his touch sends a shiver down your spine. your joints creak as you bring your hands up to cover his own.

"that's it," he breathes. "i'm right here. breathe with me. i'm here. nothing will hurt you while i'm here."

your breathing is shallow, but he, wriothesley, is patient. he is always patient when it comes to you. four beats pass, then six, then ten. your breathing is stable and he is still here, grounding you to this plane of existence. finally, finally, you open your eyes.

and there he is. pale grey eyes stare back into your own. maliciously, your mind wanders to the sky above the overworld. you wonder if today is sunny. perhaps the sky is overcast. if it is, you wonder if the clouds are the same color as his eyes.

you used to seek refuge in nature whenever times got tough. but since you won't be returning home for the forseeable future, you let your mind run free. you start to sink as you return his gaze. lower, lower, and lower still. the closest you will ever get to seeing the overworld again is by staring into his overcast eyes. you hope and pray to whatever god exists that you'll get a glimpse of some cumulus cloud reflected through his irises. but when reality inevitably hits you, when the adrenaline starts to bleed from your pores and your body starts to deflate, you realize that the only thing that's reflected in his eyes is you.

he does not dream of the overworld. he does not dream of freedom like you do. he does not wish for a life outside of these walls. he wants for naught but you.

you feel bile sour your tongue. some savior he is. your words of thanks become rotten and disgusting. you swallow it all back and tear your eyes away from him. "i want to lay down." your voice is hoarse. "take me to my room." belatedly, you add a, "please."

he regards you closely. he analyzes you, scans you like the very gardemek that you nearly lost your life to mere moments ago. in times like these, you wonder just how much difference exists between him and the very mechanical beasts he commands.

his hands leave your face and he sighs. you recognize that sigh. defeat. he won't get any gentle treatment from you today either. but you know he won't think much of it. he never does. he will try again tomorrow.

hopefully, you think as you march to your room, he does something about that monster.

[academic-vampire]

I want to be dark, brooding, and mysterious, but you can hear me laugh a continent away

[anthonynotgreen]

Me chatting before Italian class: because the Divine Comedy was so influential to Italian culture that it almost single-handedly made the Tuscan dialect the foundation of modern Italian-

Classmate: you know you're blushing right now