#HAHAHAHAAHHA

[fiendishfyre]

When Hagrid messaged James and Lily's old friends for photos to put in the album for Harry, do you wonder if Remus sent one? I am inclined to think he didn't because there is no mention of it. Harry doesn't even recognize Remus if the man sent one with him along side Jily. And Remus was definietly know to be friends, Hagrid would have seen the four (mwpp) together all the time and know they were close and old friends....

[amerasdreams]

the more I move toward reality the more I realize how inadequate I am for it.

[the-markus-stickmin-collection]

…..(*falling for ya starts playing*)

Markus: 0-0

[5-7-9]

Funny how right leaners (dudebros) coopted Batman because of the toxic masculine male power fantasy of being a rich white dude that beats criminals up, would need to also share it with the autistics that find Bruce’s Brucie persona a form of masking and his desire to be alone as a result of not understanding social cues and having sensory issues with loudness and his general awkwardness with people and how direct he is-

So fun to see which one people prefer over the other :)

[arturobean]

holy shit polls why do i have this

[aestherin]

wala po akong ipapakain, ubos na pera ko kaka hospital kasi puro na ko kagat, when kaya magiging rabis free hays -anon na matagal ng may rabis hanggang ngayon di na nagaling tapos malapit na maging sugar baby ni pantalone at childe dahil wala na talagang mora

kayang kaya mo maging sugar baby nina pants at childe DAHIL you have rabizz🫶 keep slaying bhie

(pag sugar baby ka na share your blessings pasagap po ng biyaya tnx hehe love u)

[thatonecrookedsmile]

I would say that, considering his history, he's not that wrong, but even I have doubts as to whether that would be right. But at the end of the day, this is just a joke that's been in my head for a while, sooooo…eh.

Oh hey, an attempt at a comic? Made by me? That I didn't give up during the process or lost all motivation? What was my only attempt at this, 2019? Damn, it's been a long time.

I thought about leaving this here without editing or any colors, just the natural ones from the paper and pencil. But something in my head said "HAHAHA, no" so I went back to work. I had to put this idea down on paper this time (literally). If another year passes without me being able to execute this idea, I would lose my mind.

This scenario was inspired by this video by Jehtt, inspired by the original meme by Windii. Credits to both of them.

For a long time I wanted to joke - especially on the anniversary - that I wanted Sammy to only have less than 5 seconds in the next game (or in other words, take his screen time in DR, and shorten it even more). You know, just for the funnies (unless..?) But,thanks to the news released at the beginning of January this year about The Cage, I legally can't do this joke anymore…this year. Don't worry, after that comes out (and finally gives Sam the screen time he wants,hopefully) and we start to crawl into the Bendy 3 production era, I'll make this joke when I can.

Anyway, happy birthday Sammy Lawrence. You may not be my favorite character in this franchise, but there are some things I can actually appreciate about you. Plus, you made me laugh a few moments before (you know what I'm talking about) so there's that.

And happy 7 years to Chapter 2, and by extension, Susie, Norman, Alice, the Searchers, (Johnny????), and Beta Ink Bendy. (I would mention Jack too, but he was only introduced with the release of CH4, so technically it's not his birthday yet, but I'll consider him here).

And now? May I be able to do something for CH4's anniversary. Wish me luck,cus I'll need it.

(it might be really late now, but it's still the 18th where I live, so it's still his birthday, so I still won)

[sticcmann]

YEAHHHAHAHAHAHAHHA

JAILBOTS IN CHARGE NOW YEAHHHHH

[cocosupme]

GUYS GUYS I just had a thought right now it s theory time babey

Had anybody seen the recent update of qsmp newsletter I saw the jaiden part where it had a text saying "when I don't remember you..."

Im pretty sure ppl had went to youtube and saw what it came out,

IT WAS specifically the first vid tht popped up and enters the song AND the lore of marceline and the ice king bcs it replayed the scene of the episode of the song. What I'm tryna get in here is tht the ice king USED to take care of marceline when she was younger, but now since he went insane from the powers of the crown. It made him forget about her thus went to their seperate ways until she grew up to be an adult.

What I'm thinking about the Jaiden lore here is tht Jaiden is the ice king and cucu is marceline. When cucu brought Jaiden to the federation, they gave Jaiden a book which it shows:

Cucu said Jaiden helped them and specifically cucu too. Sooooo I'm thinking she became a caretaker because if she became a caretaker of the subjects/experiments here and later on something big happened and she had to be removed by the feds and had her memory wiped (which is bad bcs they have the power of doing tht and can remove her memory at any given time) annddddd yes but I'm not so sure on my theory who knows....

Just me being crazy bfr she comes back huhuhuhuu

[theophagie]

angel katsuki and demon izuku is canon. hori is so real for that

Personally I see it more as them pretty much being each other's angel while also being absolute demons to others in battle xD

[dirty-bosmer]

WIP Wednesday

Wow, wasn't expecting to do one of these today as I haven't written anything in... well, months 😅 Thank you for the tag @tallmatcha. The timing is fortuitous.

From the next chapter of my fic, The Illusionist:

He was going to kill her. She could smell it on his musk. Sour sweat overripe with the kind of fear that drove men to destroy strange things they didn't understand the shapes of. It was in his eyes too, a far away, hollow quality, all bored out and looking at her as if from across a vast sea. He was receded from himself. He’d become small, looked like a lost little boy stranded from his mother, and how could she do anything but pity him, all alone on that distant shore? 

The quiet droned around them. There was no sound in the house but that of the hot breath whistling through his nose. He loomed, but Nim felt no anger, only a vague sadness to know that they’d come full circle. That here in the home they’d built together, they stared each other down like strangers. 

“Well?” she said. There was a dull pain in the seat of her body, that dark place that held all her ugliest wounds, and the pain throbbed in the shape of Lucien’s hand, his fingers. The ghost of his touch burned cold. 

Lucien removed his hands from her fluttering stomach to grab her, to replace his knife and mark her again with the promise of its violence. But Nim was not afraid of violence anymore. Her first act of creation had been bathed in it, and wasn’t every labor a vicious thing? To be wrenched from the womb, birthed into this world without permission, to draw that first breath and herald new life with a scream— her existence had been one brutal act after another, and this was as all new beginnings were. This was a gory fight for life. 

“It’s not there.” Lucien’s voice was chalky, full of sea salt because he’d swam so fast to get away from her he'd nearly drowned. Her throat bobbed and the knife kissed deeper. The thin cut seared beneath the sharp lip of the blade. “It’s another one of your lies.” 

But all lies held their own truths, the silly boy. Mephala had loved her enough to teach her that, and Mephala should have taught Lucien better.

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[notveryshrugemoji]

I got IDed at the dispensary last night and I was like “shit let me run to my car!” And the kid was like ahh, I’ve IDed you before it’s fine. I laughed and said “I can show you my Facebook profile” and he said “oh if you have Facebook you’re definitely over 30” when I tell you I scream laughed omggg hahahahaha

[maraczeks]

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[pampamtiger]

i lessened my phone time but at what cost? i still use it at night lol. i think i need to reverse it and only use it during daytime...

[verticordiia]

Her hand, ungloved and unprotected, gently reached for his. Her hands, usually steady and certain, had the tiniest hint of a tremor to them, the tiniest hint that still gave away how unmoored, how unsettled she had become. Her gaze, blue and clear, found his allowed herself to study him for a bit. He was her friend. Friendship was a form of love. She trusted him. There were plenty of simple truths that she found comfort in---and comfort was what she needed.

She had not felt this small, this fragile in a long time, but what had happened to her had been devastating. There was no soap that could wash away the darkness of the tendrils that had wrapped herself around her very soul, that could wash away the slimey feeling that had seeped through her entire being. And she had tried. But she could only wash her body, not her spirit. A regrettable limitation.

But as little as she found herself able to trust herself, to trust the Council, to trust so many of the people around her---she did trust Lyon. And that she trusted him was why she had suggested the plan. (There is a story here, but it is not yet a lovestory.) She sighed quietly as she threaded her fingers through his, creating something safe, something unbreakable.

Under different circumstances, she might have pushed him for more answers, but she was so very tired of fighting, always fighting. She curled against his side, her hand still clinging to his as if it was an anchor---but she could not tolerate the thought of sinking. "I really, really care about you," she whispered back. (This is not a confession. This is just a truth.) He had tried to advocate for her. She knew that. She was grateful for it. But legalties and bureaucracy could be wielded like weapons, and they were cutting her deep. She ran her thumb over his knuckles, quietly affectionate. "And I know you are right. I know Jura is a wizard saint now, but. I cannot say this means I now suddenly trust the Council."

There were too many stories about wolves in sheep clothings, after all.

sherry was still that sickly pale and lyon had already gained back his vigor. in fact, he bounced back from imminent death quite well and he cursed the fact he could not transfer his vitality towards sherry.then, she would be fine and wouldn't need to worry at all. she would be healed more. alas. he cannot. and so, the only thing he could do from this point was help. and why? well, the distrustful part of lyon reared its ugly head the moment the council got too close to this.

there would always be a part of lyon vastia that resented them. he knew this. lyon reserved a lot of his anger at the structures rather than the branches nowadays. he felt it was a more efficient use of his energy, not a waste. those that labeled his teacher as a saint would always earn his effort. she was not a mythical creature. she was real. she was human and she's gone. that old resentment was the hand that held the dagger he always pointed to the council. he didn't trust the council around sherry at all. he felt justified for that, considering the stakes of the nirvana mission in the first place.

"a peace of mind for one thing," lyon answered. quietly, just above a whisper. these days, secrecy was the key success. "i don't trust the council, not a bit. nor their intentions at any point. i joined lamia scale because i trusted you and i respected master ooba as a mage." he was certainly not rushing that much to a guild. even if gray had inspired him somewhat. only a bit. lyon didn't want to think about him right now. "and...sherry, you need the help. i will always provide it, no matter what."

and that was true. lyon would do anything for his team. marriage, real or not, he didn't care. as long as he could help sherry, he was willing to do it. that was a big part of it, too. he wanted to help one of his closest friends.

and well. the guilt was also there. that was always lingering.

[natsbaby]

Im so ready to do the 12 grapes at midnight thing this will be sooooo much fun