#WE ARE DONION RINGS

[ross-hollander]

Refurbished.

I'm actually writing Transformers fanfiction, we are so donion rings.

Feat. Shockwave doing a science project, and an iconic face.

Shockwave had grown deaf to the chatter of laser fire. It was all part of the backdrop, now. Not a cycle since Cybertronians could walk the surface freely, and half of it seemed like craters already, he would muse to himself. Once he had fancied himself an archaeologist, going to those ancient cities, Vos, Stanix, in what free time an outcast bandit had, salvaging what was left of the Primes' reign from the rubble. Now, he only heard those names spoken of for the redoubts and advances and outposts.

One sound cut through all the skirmishing outside the facility, one that he would never be able to tune out: a fusion cannon. Three shots, four, in steady rhythm. Megatron's mood was easy to determine by his firing pattern. Rapid-fire meant short of temper; staggered shots like those betokened a deliberate mindset, thoughtfulness. But if Megatron saw fit to personally drive off those Autobot raiders, it meant he was eager for results. Shockwave turned his attention back to the slab.

He was just lowering the last of the chest-plates into position, micro-tuned tracking laser following his lone optic's most minute twitches for a surgical touch a nanomachine couldn't have, as the doors opened. No other bot walked like that, but a fine quavering note in the air, a hum, an auditory shiver, betrayed another guest.

"Megatron. Soundwave. Only a moment, now-" the final plate was sealed in place, a laser tracing its edges, and he shut down the program, turning, with a bow. Gestures of loyalty had become in high esteem among the Decepticons. It was like that since the First Starscream Coup, the Construction Coup, the Second Starscream Coup, the Third- it wasn't enough to be loyal, not even with Soundwave's truth-scan itching your audio-receptors as you spoke; you had to act loyal.

Megatron stepped forward, looking over the surgical slab. Metal purple with deac-reac sickness, the color of a Cybertronian dredged up from the rusty clutches of death. Armaments slimmed down. A face like horror itself. Megatron turned to Shockwave, gesturing at the recumbent machine.

"Go ahead. What've you done for me here?"

"A miracle, if I may say so, Megatron."

"Lord Megatron," rasped Soundwave, arms folded. He had taken to fanaticism like an electroduck to oil.

"Lord Megatron, I meant to say," Shockwave repeated, flashing a dullest-glowing glare at Soundwave. "The commandos retrieved the body from nothing less than Autobot top secret storage. A few techniques scoured from intelligence on Ratchet's work-"

Megatron tilted his head, giving a blank look and a rumbling rev. Shockwave felt it was time to cut to the chase.

"He should be as alive as any of the rest of us, once the energon infusion is complete. You left him in poor condition- I quite approve of it -but I had to remove the wings altogether to get the rest of him functional. His flying days are over. The sonic weaponry suite has been tested to perfection. I would wear audio dampeners-"

Megatron turned his gaze once to the body, then back to Shockwave, the body, the scientist, back and forth, until fixing Shockwave with a look he would have preferred staring down a laser cannon to being face to face with.

"I notice, Shockwave, he isn't online. Can he be turned back on, or not?"

"Lord Megatron, the- that lever-" Shockwave gestured to it on the control panel at the foot of the slab, faltering with haste, "I only supposed that you would want to be the one to make it official, so to speak, my lord."

Megatron turned his gaze towards the lever, and Shockwave unfolded slightly from his defensive cringe. Then he turned back.

"The mask?"

"Designed to your exact specifics, Lord Megatron. To the micrometer." The scientist stepped aside to his workbench, under his wall-sized surface map, and pulled the armored case off of it, releasing the catches of the shockproof metal with the smoothest of clicks; Megatron cracked a rare grin as he brushed one servodigit against the cargo within. Shockwave bowed stiffly.

"You don't disappoint on this kind of work, Shockwave. Allow me." He took the mask from its metallite-foam cushioning, walking around the slab, fixing it in place over that face, still locked in a death-scream of horror. Magnetic locks hissed and clicked. Shoot the wearer point-blank in the face, run them over, drop them from orbit, this mask did not "fall off".

Megatron circled around the other half of the slab, coming full circle to Shockwave's control panel, one servo grasping the lever. Soundwave shot Shockwave as dubious a look as his visor could manage.

"Lord Megatron, pardon my impudence," Soundwave droned, "but to reassemble him when better 'bots have gone to the smelting fire..."

"I'm not doing this for what he will be, Soundwave." Megatron's digits locked around the lever, began to push; concentrated Energon suffused the empty core of the dead 'bot. Blank light began to pour from his optics.

"I'm doing this for what he was. He was a liar. A traitor!" Shockwave toned down his audio receptors as Megatron's voice rose to an outburst, nearly drowning out the rising surge of Energon and creaking of machinery forced back to life.

"He kept 'bots in line, he kept them where he could step on them all! Tortured! Disassembled! Murdered! I want worse for him than just being dead, I want him to live, Soundwave. Live for the Decepticon cause! Live despised by both sides of this war, chained up in a prison the size of himself, locked behind that mask! All he did was die; I want him to suffer!"

The lever had gone all the way forward, the infusion complete; the bot was sitting up on the slab, which itself tilted slowly upwards, shunting him onto his feet. Were it not for the bracing brackets keeping the 'bot in place, he would have toppled to the ground.

"Excellent reasoning, Lord Megatron," Soundwave hummed. He scanned the 'bot, looking him over. "Welcome back. Welcome to the service of Lord Megatron, Sent-"

"Give him a new name," Megatron said. His voice was brusque; it had been a command, not a recommendation. Shockwave swiveled his torso, glancing at the surface map over the workbench, his gaze roving until it fixed on a point at random. He turned back to face the 'bot, whose optics roved wildly behind the mask, grating agonized moans as he got his bearings.

"Welcome to the service of Lord Megatron, Tarn. You will receive your first orders shortly."

[9trixieturner6]

Yoooo happy birthday and merry Christmas to gentle criminal. I knew he was coming back, but I didn't think it'd be so wild. Getting back to back badass moments with La Brava completely clowning on skeptic and then showing that the only reason all 7 prison breaks weren't a success was because Gentle kicked them all in the chips and captured them. Then on top of that holding up the ua battlefield, I cannot wait to see it animated.

I like how La Brava traumatized skeptic with cats and then it's houndog in the group coming to get him. Looks like the plf is donion rings and its mainly on afo and his forces now.

Tsukauichi turning to former villains for help and gentle hitting us with the only ones who can't change are those who don't want to change really brings in those classic shonen vibes we've been needing.

Love seeing some of our past favorites coming back into the story for a final hoorah. It was meant to be an epic moment when Nagant shoots off his hand but I can't help but laugh remembering this is the second time shigaraki has gotten shot in the arm by a gun-based hero while trying to kill Deku.

Since Nagant is here I hope we get some chisaki action, how wild would it be if Nagant was able to mold a deleter round into her hair bullet.

[ask-flip-frost]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutual and followers ~ ask-thedepressedkidatthetable

@ask-thedepressedkidatthetable

((Ooh. Okay, ah...

1. Planting new seedlings is always a good feeling. I have a pretty big garden. I’m definitely a nature-core person

2. Playing Animal Crossing with my husband and daughter so we can chase each other with axes like lunatics while the villagers carry on with their lives like it isn’t happening

3. Writing things, though I am hecking behind on everything tumblr-related. Because brain exhaustion. But writing makes me happy. Horror, fluff, melancholy, I love so many writing flavors...

4. Drawing without deadlines. Nonsense usually comes out the best when you don’t tell yourself you HAVE to do this, despite everything I was told back when I was in college for art. Structure is good, but over structuring is garbage for my personality type

5. The phrase “This is frustrating and I am donion-rings”

Thanks for the ask, this was fun! I hope you’re having a great day))

[braveheartpapou]

Pence HCs

I know, I’m back from the grave Teacups! And let’s start with my tech savvy boi!

Pence as a Best Friend!

This is the king of memes in Twilight Town. He probably also talks in memes and vines: “We got free shavacados!” Cue a lot of wacks from Olette and you most likely because Hayner is crying from all the laughter.

Pence is a sweet boy nonetheless who likes hanging out with his friends any day of the week. He is also pretty smart and with Olette, homework gets done easy!

Pence is without a doubt a gamer. He has the newest games, with a wicked gaming system area set up. He would invite you over and you would just be there for hours grinding and puttin in WERK!

Being a tech kid, Pence would have a camera to record memories ALWAYS. He is for sure a social media kid and has a lot of followers too. He probs do TikTok videos.

Pence as a boyfriend. 

He would definitely find a game that you both can spend time playing together, or play online together. “Babe can you cover my six?” If you guys are gaming together, victory kisses and cuddles are an absolute must.

While out Pence likes to record you at different spots of the town. He thinks you’re the perfect model for him to practice and get better at editing and lighting. But he won’t edit anything about you. “The only thing I’m changing is the blur and lighting, you’re always picture perfect.”

He would always include you with all his tech project and teach you simple coding and even cleaning your computer, and if you mess up, he’ll gladly fix it and show you again.

Pence would also take you to restaurants and other small cafes for just the two of you to relax and even chat gaming theories. He’ll really enjoy these small moments together, even if is walking with some sea-salt ice cream.

YAY PENCE IS DONION RINGS! Thanks for reading my Teacups, stay cute <3

[kalianos]

I should leave this hospital job

Hokay, so.  The last week we had someone new training.  We are a hospital kitchen so of course nobody under the age of 40 wants to work with us except desperate assholes like me and two others.

This lady was being trained for a position lets say.   Let’s also say this position involves a lot of the dishwasher.   An industrial dishwasher.

I walk out of the office after sorting more paperwork in a nightmare scenario only to see that someone has decided to put a buttload of pans onto a fragile tray holder and its just...stuck there at the exit of this machine. Just.  There. Being pushed in. Every couple beats. 

I think to myself. There is no way in hell.  NO way in hell. Someone would let that keep running who has been trained to do this position.  But I knew. I didn’t want to know but I KNEW.

I walk out to to the cafe front, grab a fountain soda because fuck it sugar and I am fat.

Walk back in to see that this person who was supposedly trained to handle this.  IS PUTTING MORE THINGS INTO THE DISHWASHER FOR SOME GOD AWFUL REASON.  I walk back into my office. I put my soda down. Put my bookbag on the chair. Walk the twenty or so steps to the dish machine.

“So I think there is something st-” I reach up to the big switch and turn off the dish machine because I am not going to be responsible for a damn near $25k dishwasher being ripped apart.

AND THE CHILL IN MY KNEECAPS WHEN I HEARD THE NEXT THING OUT OF THIS LADIES MOUTH.

“How did you do that?”  

...Went through the five stages of grief in an instant. Showed the switch. Opened the thing up.  Dislodged the now destroyed solid metal pan that was crushed on two sides holding everything up. Damn near burned my hand from the hot metal and steam in the process I was just so donion rings with all this.

I make a point to point to the heat booster. And vocalize in no uncertain terms to not forget to turn that off before she leaves or she’s going to burn out the whole setup.

“OH the thing that has a little metal switch on it?  because :person-who-”trained”-her did that and the “morning version of this position” came up and said it was still turned on which is strange because it shouldn’t be.”

...I just stone faced a yes.  Clocked out for break. Ate a roast beef sandwich. internally die on the inside.

Came back to her now can’t open the side door on the trash compactor for all the garbage she had to take out. 

Walked right up to it outside up a small hill. Pulled the latch release lever clearly visible on this door. Opened it.  Less than a second.

She didn’t believe I did it.  Asked me to close it. I did.   Proceeded to try to open it and failed. Failed horrifically.  Tried to guide her for almost half a minute on how to use..a simple latch.

This was only hour 3.  We are going to ignore a lot of other things.  (except where I am calling out just dropping everything and leaving the morning shift person to do all her work for her and go to break. When the morning shift person was supposed to clock out right then to go home. Like...Who the fuck just leaves someone doing your work and go to break and thinks she’s still going to have a job here?)

Good thing I don’t smoke cigarettes.  But man have I started drinking heavier tonight.

[gravemushrooms]

ok so i guess tumblr is going to cut off its nose to spite its face

what we wanted was an end to pornbots and child abuse (and hopefully nazis if that’s not too much to ask) but instead they’ve determined that the balance of ad revenue is being lost to having any NSFW content at all

so this blog is donion rings

[amandaoftherosemire]

Sing For Me - Chapter Two

Fandom: Marvel Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X OFC (Sasha)

Author: @amandaoftherosemire​

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2,618

Format: Series (Complete)

Warning: language, sexual subject matter, mostly angst, a touch of fluff (future chapters will be NSFW due to smut)

Summary: Sasha mulls over the events from chapter one before bed. Bucky does the same.

A/N: Not consistent with Marvel canon. I just started writing fanfic, please be patient. I’m open to constructive criticism and any help more experienced writers would like to offer. This chapter is a bit slow but I really am going somewhere with this, I swear. ;)

Banner by @hellzzzbelle​

Sing For Me Masterlist

Chapter One here

Chapter Two

And that was the first time Bucky smiled AT Sasha. She smiled back at him and Bucky felt like her eyes were drawing him in to drown in that warm sea. Somehow, he was completely fine with that.

With a jerk, Bucky recoiled. He was NOT completely fine with that. There were a thousand excellent reasons to avoid Sasha. Just because she was unexpectedly funny was not a reason to forget that.

The smile fell from his face and he turned away, pointedly ignoring Sasha as he stored his gear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that her face didn’t simply fall, it crumpled. Her eyes grew wet before she turned away from him toward Steve.

He couldn’t help but hear that the rasp in her voice was more pronounced like she was holding back tears. Bucky felt an unexpected pang of guilt.

“I’m really genuinely sorry, Steve,” she implored. “That was totally inappropriate. I am so sorry if I embarrassed you or made you uncomfortable.“

Sasha reached out. Her hands and forearms were covered by her habitual fingerless gloves. The gloves were protection, for both her and them. She touched the back of Steve’s hand gently with her bare fingers.

Forgive me?” she said, smiling a little.

Steve instinctively pulled back when he felt her power touch him. He was always a little apprehensive when Sasha made this kind of connection. She knew the team was still wary of her power. That was why she kept her palms covered as most of her power centered there. No one likes to feel that their emotions are not their own. Knowing that she could see their innermost feelings regardless of how they masked them was uncomfortable enough. That she could also manipulate those feelings was… unsettling, to say the least.

Bucky watched the exchange out of the corner of his eye. It raised his hackles to see her gently touch Steve with her bare fingers. Apparently, it was the thought of Steve’s anger that had her eyes wet. He cursed himself for thinking he had any power to touch the Ice Queen.

The look on Steve’s face was inscrutable, but Bucky had known Steve his whole life. As Sasha smiled up at him, Steve’s eyes darkened with something that made Bucky’s gut twist. With what, Bucky wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

The moment broke when Steve laughed and caught her up in a hug.

“You’re one dizzy dame, Sash.”

Steve was squeezing her tight enough that her voice emerged as a squeak. “So, is that a yes?”

“Nothing to forgive you for, right? It’s all Tony’s fault.” Steve set her back down and for a moment they grinned at each other. Something passed between them that Bucky couldn’t really identify but it made him want to punch his best friend square in his perfect jaw.

“Tony,” Sasha shouted, the relief in her voice evident as she pulled away from Steve and walked back into the cockpit,“ why haven’t we blown this popsicle stand yet?”

“I wanted to wait and see if Cap was going to chuck you out the back door first,” Tony replied.

“They had popsicles in there?” Clint asked, indignantly, as the quinjet rose into the air. “Nat, why didn’t you bring me any?”

As they sped through the air towards home, Bucky’s superhearing caught Sasha murmuring to Tony under the sound of Natasha’s laughter.

“I told you I’d only make it worse. Barnes hates me more than ever now.”

When the quinjet finally set down on the roof of Avengers Tower, it was after eight o’clock. As they walked into the kitchen, the team was greeted by the sight of bubbling hot pizza on the island.

Sasha dived in, grabbing a paper towel and stacking three huge pieces on top of one another.

“I’m donion rings, guys, so I’m heading to bed. My brain feels like it’s on fire,” she said, grinning wryly.

As she walked out of the kitchen amidst a chorus of good nights, Sasha grinned as she heard Barnes say, “Donion rings?”

Sasha ate the first piece of pizza completely naked in her bathroom while she pulled the pins out of her sock bun with her other hand. She sighed as her hair fell down over her shoulders, the release of pressure on her head the first step in her nightly ritual.

Sasha’s nightly ritual was damn near sacrosanct. Over the course of any given day, she was bombarded with the buzz of others’ feelings. By the end of the day she felt bruised by it. Her preparations for bed were necessary to cleanse her mind and heart so she could sleep.

She stepped into the shower and let out a heartfelt moan of relief as she tilted her head into the stream of water and felt it flow down her back, warming and soothing her. She felt like the water was washing away all those burning thoughts that were tormenting her. She stayed like that until she felt like her mind was somewhat clear again.

Washing her hair, she allowed those thoughts of Steve back in. Those thoughts didn’t burn so fierce and she felt like she could look at them more closely.

Sasha worried about that look that Steve had given her when she shared her emotions with him. For a moment, his eyes had changed and she got the feeling Steve would like to show her exactly how he was in the bedroom. The thought was… intriguing.

Steve was smoking hot, no question. With those big blue eyes, killer jawline, and sweet smile, he had the face of an angel. Add to it that body and the man was pure unadulterated eye candy. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t had some less than innocent fantasies about what she could do with that body (today was not the first time she had wondered about his kinks), but she had never really considered making those fantasies reality.

To top it all off, Steve was just a good person. He radiated kindness and strength. He had an unshakeable sense of right and wrong and an inability to stand aside in the face of injustice. Put it all together, and he was damn near irresistible. And that was the problem.

There was nothing stopping her from indulging herself, of course. She and Steve were both unattached adults and she was sure tearing up the sheets with him would be phenomenal. Alas, that’s all it would ever be. She and Steve were not a good match romantically; she could feel that in the way their emotional auras resonated together. He was practically a paragon and way too good for her. Something in her would always crave the edge.

As she stepped out of the shower, she felt much more relaxed. Calmly examining her feelings and using logic to come to a conclusion always made her feel better. The solution for this conundrum was evident. She had the power to keep the emotional climate in a room where she wanted it. She’d just have to make sure she kept the emotional resonance on a firm friendship level when it came to Steve. No sweat.

She ate the second piece of pizza as she blow dried her hair. She felt the familiar brush of grief as she did so. Honestly, she never wanted to stop feeling it. Her father had always dried her hair before bed when she was a little girl.

“Don’t worry, Dad. I won’t go to bed with wet hair,” she murmured softly.

She ate the third piece of pizza sitting on her couch with a glass of pinot noir and an old episode of The Addams’s Family. She’d seen every episode so many times that it rested her brain to watch any of them again.

When the episode was over, she stood up and stretched. A little overly full of pizza and warm from the wine, she felt ready to deal with the rest of her burning thoughts. She turned off the television and set her meditation playlist to play from the Bluetooth speaker near the glass door to the balcony. She opened the door wide and stepped out into the cool dark.

It was stormy and overcast, but not yet raining. A brisk breeze blew through and played with Sasha’s hair. She laughed, delighted. Sasha loved storms. She half believed in fairies, in sylphs, because the wind always felt like it was playing with her. She adored it.

Sasha had placed a table on the balcony for her meditation. It was the right height so that when she sat cross-legged on top, she could see clearly over the railing. She liked to feel as close to the air as possible when she meditated. It felt like the air was blowing all of her thoughts and fears away so she could sit with herself and just be for little while. She climbed up and arranged her soft purple cotton robe around her. She straightened her back and let her hands fall loosely to her lap. Breathing deep and slow, she closed her eyes.

She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to clear her mind until she examined the rest of those burning thoughts. She let them come into her mind without trying to resist or quiet them.

Bucky Barnes had smiled at her.

Yes, he had immediately scowled and turned away, but he had smiled at her.

He’d also laughed at her jokes.

What the fuck was that about?

Her heart hurt a little as she reexamined every interaction she’d had with Barnes that day, looking for nuance of tone and expression. Without being close to him, she couldn’t use her power to find out what he was feeling. She found it frustrating in the extreme and was sure it was on purpose. Barnes avoided her like the plague.

She didn’t bother to ask herself why she cared. She had no illusions about this. She knew why she cared. She was irresistibly drawn to Barnes. It didn’t matter that he was downright rude to her on most occasions and thoughtlessly cruel the rest of the time. She knew pining after someone who seemed to want to hurt you was stupid at best and psychologically damaging at worst.

She had clothed her hurt in indifference. It was the only way she knew how to deal with it. She’d bleed to death silently rather than ever admit to the wound. Her pride would accept nothing less.

Still, something inside her sang at the sight of him. At the core of her being, a small voice sang to her, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but always uniquely hers. The day she met Barnes, that voice started singing to him. She desperately wanted to know if something in him could sing back to her.

Today, when he smiled at her, she felt like maybe it could.

She let out a huff of breath as she realized she wasn’t getting anywhere, just perseverating on the same old obsession. She actively pushed the thoughts from her mind and concentrated on the smell of rain on the wind that danced through her hair.

Bucky watched Sasha through the glass door from the shadows of his bedroom. The door was cracked so he could hear her humming along with her music. He was sprawled in a chair tucked into the corner of his bedroom at an angle that allowed him to clearly see all of the balcony. He, too, had a nightly ritual. Every chance he got, he would sit in this chair, drink a beer, and watch Sasha meditate.

When he first started watching her, he told himself it was because he didn’t trust her and wanted to keep an eye on things. Over time, however, he had to admit that he kept coming back for something else. He didn’t want to examine it too closely, but something about the way she sat so straight and still soothed some of his anger and bitterness. When she was finished, she always looked so content and serene. He desperately wanted some of that contentment and serenity for himself. He couldn’t help but wonder if it would rub off on him if he could get close.

He scowled and took a long pull from the beer. He reminded himself that he stayed away from Sasha for a reason. He tried to remind himself that he hated her. He hated how she told stories, all wry humor, like she was imparting secret gossip. He hated how she pulled her lower lip when deep in thought. He hated that stupid curl that fell out of the bun she always wore down the back of her neck. It looked smooth and soft and his hands itched whenever he saw it. Until today, he had hated her unshakeable poise.

He laughed under his breath when he thought about the mission and how shakeable Sasha’s poise had turned out to be. She really was adorable, all flustered and apologetic. And the way she said his name today. For the first time, he’d heard her say “Barnes” without that insufferable tone, but with warmth and humor. He wondered if hearing her call him Bucky would sound even better.

On that thought, Bucky slumped further into the chair. He knew that he could never find out. He had come a long way in his recovery, even in just the last few months, but he knew he wasn’t ever going to be the man he once was. Thanks to Shuri and T'challa the trigger words were gone. With therapy and time he’d come to a place where he could cope with the memories and the changes in the world around him. However, he felt like that’s all he was doing, coping.

He was still so angry and bitter. He felt like he’d come apart at the seams sometimes with the rage that would overtake him. Rage for the life that had been stolen from him. Rage for the atrocities he’d been forced to commit. Rage for the pain that his recovery had caused his dearest and oldest friend.

The regret was even worse. Regret for the loved ones he’d never see again. Regret for the lives he had been forced to destroy. Regret for the lost boy that had loved so freely and without restriction. Regret for everything he’d lost and could never recover.

He stood up suddenly. He could feel his mind turning to darker and darker thoughts and knew that if he didn’t move, get out of his own head, he’d be screaming in his sleep tonight.

Suddenly, with a crack of thunder, the skies opened up and rain began to pour down on Sasha. Without thinking, Bucky moved closer to the glass. Sasha hadn’t moved, just tipped her head back and let the rain pour over her. She laughed, the sound so full of delight he could feel it move through him, dispersing some of the darkness that had reached out to claim him anew.

He moved even closer in concern when he saw her stand up on her table. She took her robe in her hands and looking out into the dark, sank into a deep curtsey. Still chuckling, she clambered down and walked back into her rooms, shutting the door behind her.

Bucky stood at his door, one hand on the glass where he had unknowingly placed it when she walked away. He had to resist her. She was too good, too pure, too sweet for the likes of him, he saw that now. He realized that he avoided her, been cruel to her, because he wanted to protect her. She could never be allowed to feel what he felt. She was light, and he would not taint her with the darkness inside him.

Dammit. It was much easier when he thought he hated her.

Chapter Three here

[girljock]

last post for tonight but charlie definitely says “we are DONION RINGS” to ryan while fighting for her life

[zombie-frisk]

Smells like donion rings.

Let’s talk about something else, shall we?

[princeanderfels]

My roommate just said we were donion rings

[badgersighted]

rrrrrant ahoyyyyyyyyyy

very few things have pissed me off more than a new frontier have... I thought I was over it back in like february but I am so fucking angry at this fucking dogshit piece of media and how very few people are seeing through telltale’s bullshit.

After 4 awful ‘games’ I’m actually one hundred fucking per cent fucking donion rings with this company. I would gladly see Thrones 2 never see the light of day because it’d follow this trend and be a complete pile of garbage. Their sales are dropping like nobody’s business and they’re learning nothing from it except “HURR hire cheaper freelance writers so we don’t have to spend as much MONEY HURR”

I’m never buying something from them again, and I 100% mean that. I don’t think I’m the only customer they’ve permanently lost, either. 

[eriidian-blog]

dan out of context sentence starters: pokemon firered edition!

❝ ___ used mayonnaise! ❞

❝ gramps! i’m smelling you later. ❞

❝ do you ever think about how someday, tomorrow’s gonna be yesterday? ❞

❝ i think he was fuckin’ using chicken steroids. ❞

❝ “listen. listen. listen. HEY! listen. ❞

❝ SAVE MY BABY! ❞

❝ where does the goo come out of? ❞

❝ you can’t earn your philadelphia badge until you’ve eaten a cheese stick and killed a guy. ❞

❝ fuck you, i’m the president! ❞

❝ good news! it’s jizz! next question! ❞

❝ look at me. look down. now look up. your penis is now diamonds. ❞

❝ one sneeze does not relieve the sneezitude that needs to happen. ❞

❝ this guy means business, he can back it up with fisticuffs. ❞

❝ if christmas were nuts, and butts were candy… where am i? ❞

❝ i killed people. for a living. for a LONG time. ❞

❝ chances of you ever being god? slim. ❞

❝ it’s like edible underwear. you always eat one on the way home so you gotta just fuckin’ buy two. ❞

❝ i don’t wanna burst your bicibubble. ❞

❝ yo, god. where’s my flan at? ❞

❝ is throwing rocks effective against chickens? ❞

❝ you and i are DONION RINGS. ❞

❝ how am i supposed to sleep with sexy green space women now? ❞

❝ where were you on the night of…tomorrow? ❞

❝ why is he waist-deep in SHIT? ❞

❝ who dares to try to usurp my FUCKTHRONE? ❞

❝ riddle me this, you scandalous bitch. ❞

❝ yo. are you ready for something three times as awesome as you? ❞

❝ i just corner you with boners and logic. ❞

❝ it just makes me sound like i’m made out of pipe cleaners. ❞

❝ we’re not spinnakers, we’re juggalos. get it right! why does everyone keep calling us this? ❞

❝ how else are they supposed to fuckin’ signal to each other that they’re down to clown until they’re dead in the ground? ❞

❝ you’ll never find it. the money is in my, uh, initialed, monogrammed underwear that my mom sewed in. ❞

❝ a fucking radish just poisoned your nuts. ❞

❝ you’ve been farting nonstop, all day, since i met you. ❞

❝ did… did he want poop? ❞

❝ jesus is coming, look busy. ❞

❝ i don’t know! we were just playing pokemon one minute, then i killed your parents. ❞

❝ i’ll fucking beat you with my charity money. ❞

❝ good morning, moon! it’s my favorite day of the week! wednesturday. ❞

❝ thanks for… killing my pets, who i loved. ❞

❝ that place has quite the boob on it. ❞

❝ do they have a convention for convicted felons called ‘con con’? ❞

❝ i’d fist fight literally ANY penguin you put in front of me. ❞

❝ old ladies look more like goblins than anybody. ❞

❝ dude, i’d totally have sex with google. ❞

❝ my other option was to gently rest my testicles on your palm. ❞

❝ yeah, whatever, you cure disease. can you JUGGLE? ❞

❝the first rule of lawyer school: don’t call it lawyer school. ❞

❝ would you have a problem with pulling up your pants so i wouldn’t have to see seven eighths of your buttcrack? ❞

❝ this shit is like vitamins to me. ❞

❝ you throw grenades down there and they actually build houses. ❞

❝ it’s been a long time since i got a gross, walmart blowjob. ❞

❝ fishing is bullshit, all i’m catching is fish! ❞

❝ it’s not murder if you film it! ❞

❝ in fact, it’s almost impossible to drown without water. ❞

❝ GIMME A FUCKIN’ SECOND HERE. ❞

❝ my own arms repel themselves. ❞

❝ on with my tiny army of purple hamsters. ❞

❝ i thought ‘bagging’ referred to putting a condom on. ❞

❝ finally, i get to have one last coke-and-hooker binge! ❞

❝ i was getting head when i was, like, six. ❞

❝ get this fucking onion off my back! ❞

❝ my nostrils are in different timezones. ❞

❝ i’ll pick you up by the feet and throw you out the window. ❞

❝ i watched 87 movies and killed a guy. ❞

[abyssticus]

18, 27, 30, 35, 64?

18: What do you consider a deal breaker?

If you cant heal mythic 10 VoW we donion rings

27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?

hentai exists

30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual?

none of the above (ace/aro)

35: Could you be in a relationship without sex?

rrrrrm yeah

64: Do you think Valentine’s Day is overrated?

I think you should love your S/O like valentines day is every day

[thestangossip]

Honestly, if I were famous and dating someone who called the paps to catch us together I would be so mad. Even if they gave me a sob story about how they were being laughed at because people thought we weren't together or that they thought I was ashamed and hiding them. I would be 100% done with them. Just completely donion rings!

I think it’s one thing if she just called them and they were around Downtown Manhattan. I think that’s a mistake but a forgivable mistake. But Ellie had them hang around where he lives and hangs around. I really don’t know how you forgive someone after that. 

[whydragons]

Can we have a Patrick moodboard or aesthetic?

Donion rings!

[rnarichat]

bayani tweeted about how his future gf should like and im like yo im right here u know