#WIIIIIIIII

[weirdcat1213]

the timing to buy a geto hoodie that says "the strongest" has never been better

[juicychanchan]

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Look at my sons, proud is no the word I'm looking for!

(but I love them 💜)

(Rinzu holding hand and Ran doesn't want to know anything about)

(yes, I'm a kangaroo and they are my babies 🙈)

[rottingrot123]

Inspired from the Emperor's Coven emblem~

[woogly-boogly]

Nintendo pee pee

I got Mario Galaxy 2 in maybe 2010? and it's easily my favourite Wii game. we didn't have the first one, so my brother and i grew up with 2 and we were absolutely in love with it.

the level design, gameplay, colourful graphics and music all meshed together perfectly to create a game we would never get sick of. the controls were super responsive, and i think one of the best uses of the Wiimote's functionality since Wii Sports.

i remember the school holidays and weekends when he and i would try to wake up earlier than each other so we could be the first to play it, those were really good times.

in 2017 i found a copy of Galaxy 1 on the shelf at EB Games and i immediately bought it because i'd never seen it in stores before, and when i played it i was just like "this is just Galaxy 2 but without Yoshi", which pissed you off because you always felt like Galaxy 2 was a weak dlc (wrong opinion btw). having grown up for so long with the sequel gave me a really strange frame of reference for what to expect from Galaxy 1 because i ended up feeling like 1 was the sequel instead, and a slightly weaker one at that.

both are excellent games, but Galaxy 2 will always be my pick. i miss playing the Wii, I brought it with me when i moved out but i need a new power cord for it because i left it at home so my brother could play his Wii

ask me about a console and i'll tell you about a game on it i like!

[n3cr0p0l1s]

i’m not a hawks girlie by any means but he’d be perfect for a thumbalina au

[cvrseduser-a]

Suguru looks expectantly as his fellow classmate opens her gift. A bit of a thrill, really, almost even more eager than her to see what the surprise was.

And for a split moment he felt anxiety trickle down his spine, which was immediately washed away by a wave of relief when she smiled as beautifully as she did. She liked it, and there was no better feeling to be experienced at the moment.

He smiles back at her, not one of those placid smiles he put on all the time, but a genuine one — one of those that didn't come as easy anymore. It was refreshing to feel, that he still had it in him to feel like this. More wonderful to know Shoko had it in her to get that out of him.

He scooted closer, pulling his chair by the space between his legs, and took his hands to her wrist.

Delicately he picked up each end, and deftly he did it up, getting the hook onto a loop that wasn't too tight nor too loose. He tugged it gently down to her pulse, the touch of his fingers brushing her soft skin lingering on the spot for a moment.

« Hmmm... » He hummed thoughtfully.

« That's too pretty. Should I change it for something tackier ? » He asked, a tease. There was no such thing as too pretty, not for her.

It's not out of the ordinary for Yaga-sensei to ignore what day it truly was. It's also not out of the ordinary for him to order people around for this or that, no matter if they had other plans in mind, or if they had other goals to pursue, saving the world couldn't wait, other little tidbits truly could, if listening to his grumbly 'requests' was anything to go by. Today it had hit Suguru of all people, having realised that much when missing his presence in class and over breaks, over getting little treats that Satoru was oh-so-adamant in buying for her today, no matter if the sugar content of said concoctions was too much for her stomach or heart to handle, it was a way for him to make sure she would be appreciated today. 

She listened to congratulations all day, even from the man who usually decided on what was important to accommodate in their day-to-day interactions and what was not, earning him a burst of laughter over the choice of appreciations, earning her a flush of cheeks in return, softness usually not something in his repertoire to show. 

It took till the evening that her friend returned. Took far too long for her liking, worrying now that she had time to think about it, the occasion of the day nearly brushed off and flowing away from her like the water coming down in streaks outside. She had set to just occupy the kitchen area for the time being, hoping to just catch him for his return, making sure he would be alright and had been determined in her desire to catch Suguru on whatever way he was to take towards the dorm areas. Catching him with tea. With a smile. With a little bit of worried eyes. Just watching him be alright past being exhausted, physically fine as much as he can be---

" Oh. " Eyes blink in surprise at the box presented, the state it was in ignored in favour of just not expecting anything at all. Having, after all, minutely forgotten that it was her birthday in the first place. And how it did manage to bring her to smile, no matter what it would have been, for the thought of it enough that he had gone out of his way to get something for her. Had carried it around with him the entire day and, judging by his surprise to find her in the kitchen, had apparently thought that he would be too late to give it to Shoko on the day where it was due. " Thank you. " Contents taken out, turned around in her hands, feeling the fragility of the material like the water thought about moments prior, now sitting between her fingertips. Could have said 'That wasn't needed!', thinks it at the very least but decides to be happy over the thought of the gesture Suguru had been so willing to carry out. Think of her like that. 

Thus she would scoot closer to him to hold out her arm with the bracelet laced over her wrist. She could close it herself, obviously, as deft as she was with the task, but--- "Help me put it on, hm~?"

[alexit00000]

wiiiiiiiii

[dacrio]

Yuudai my beloved 💖

Ayyy como amo dibujarlo aunque no publique dibujitos de el jsjsjs

El es yuudai y será uno de los protas del cómic en que estoy trabajando WIIIIIIIII

[on1tea]

Shweed, wings, and mariokart on the nintendo WIIIIIIIII

[punkshort]

Might already have been addressed, but what is the word count for the epilogue?? I am sooooo excited about it I cannot wait WIIIIIIIII

Hi! Yes it was but I don't feel like digging for it 🤣

It's 6.1K

[revistapipazo]

Semana Santita [Cap. 2]

Después de aquella fatídica caída, donde me hice cagar el cráneo, tuve que pasar en esa linda posta por un pinchazo de Dipirona, su yodo en la herida, y era.

“Váyase nomás, no tiene nada. Oiga, y no tome más, mire que por eso los curaos con malas caídas incluso se mueren.” -Me dice alguien que no era médico, ni enfermera, ni nada similar. De seguro era el hueón que trapea los pisos.-

En realidad no tenía nada, sólo un tajo de medio centímetro que chorreaba sangre a borbotones y que ni puntos merecía. Lo peor era el estado etílico que agudizaba el escándalo del momento.

La Loreto estaba desesperada por arrancar de ese antro feo y pobre, y yo también. El olor era nauseabundo, y la gente que me rodeaba más que enfermos, parecían delincuentes mayores, así que cómodas no estábamos.

“Bueno, qué hacemos al final?” -Me pregunta la Lore, con claras ganas de que vayamos a Viña de todas maneras.-

“Todavía querís ir a Viña, hueona?”

“Sí poh! No quedamos en éso?”

“Ay, no sé, necesito dormir, me siento como la callampa, culiá.”

“PF! Dormís en el bus y allá vemos poh. No te pongai cuática!”

Como la insistencia de la Loreto era “vamos o vamos”, y no tenía ganas de atado alguno, le dije que bueno, así que salimos medias asustás a eso de las 15°° hrs. con ganas de NO encontrarnos con los pacos culiaos y tener que mamarnos sus pajas, cual delincuentes prófugas de la maravillosa justicia shilena.

Como no había moros en la costa, rápidamente tomamos un taxi y en 15 minutos estábamos nuevamente en el terminal de buses. A esas alturas todo mal momento ya se había olvidado, así que íbamos felices como perdices camino a 4 días maravillosos de relajo y juerga.

“Llegamos, buscamos dónde quedarnos, duermo unas 5 horas, y listo para organizar nuestra regia salida.” -Pensé yo, ilusamente.-

Para partir, no habían pasajes en ninguna cagá de línea, encontramos pasajes en el terminal Santiago en un bus hecho mierda, sólo hasta Valparaíso, con pasajes inflados en un 5003%, un auxiliar que vendía arriba huevos duros, pan amasado y NINGUNA puta hueá para tomar “Porque llevamos ‘bibias’, pero están calientes, shiquillas”; así que cagadas de sed y hambre, viajamos todo el puto camino conversando puras hueás, escuchando música, leyendo el diario y sin dormir ni medio segundo.

Llegamos como a las 18°° hrs al terminal de Valparaíso, y no nos la pudimos para ir a Viña. Decidimos quedarnos en Valparaíso, buscando dónde quedarnos, con algunos datos que nos dieron en el terminal. Todo copado, y lo desocupado era una mierda demasiado expensive.

Ya rendidas, fuimos a comer algo por ahí, cuando un tipo nos da un “dato” en el antro donde comíamos.

“Buscan alojamiento? Shiquillas, tengo un dato súper bueno, barato, limpiecito, con ‘telecable’, agüita caliente [?], comidita casera buena, lugar tranquilito, nadie las va a molestar ahí cabras, ah!”

“En serio? Cuánto es ‘barato’? -Preguntamos.-

“Aer, esperen, voy a llamar al tiro, para que se vayan directo”

El asunto, es que la ‘pensión’ está emplazada frente al terminal de buses. Ésta es una hueá fea, hedionda, húmeda, oscura, mal… pero cobraban 7 lucas por noche, en una pieza con dos camarotes de palo, una cerradura que constaba de un candado coreano, un tubo fluorescente por lámpara en el techo de 5 metros de altura, y la bendita televisión con cable. Ideal para mí, que lo único que quería era echarme como vaca y dormir alguna hueá.

“Iso, yo me voy a duchar para que salgamos, Wiiiiiiiii!” -Me dice la Loreto, cosa que a mí no me causó gracia alguna.-

“Lore, a ver? Qué hueá voh? No pensai dormir algo?”

“Ah, voh creís que vine a dormir?” -Tirándome claramente la caballería encima.-

“Hueona! No hemos dormido nada, y yo no tengo gana alguna de salir ahora! Además es Jueves Santo, tú creís que vamos a encontrar algo abierto para huevear?”

“Ah, no sé yo, pero de seguro que algo hay. Aprovecha de dormir un rato mientras me arreglo, pero de que salimos, salimos!”

Quedé con ataque al píloro, porque me vi obligada a salir con esta cabra culiá, así que me acomodé para dormir al menos un par de horas. PICO! En 40 minutos, la hueona reculiá conchetumare, maraca de la Lore me estaba despertando y echándome la foca porque no tenía ni la más mínima intención de levantarme.

Por la súper chucha, me tuve que levantar, duchar y acicalar para salir con esta perra culiá deseosa de que se lo pusieran en semana santa.

Taxi:

“Señor, dónde podemos ir a tomar y comer algo acá, hoy?” -Pregunta la Lore al chofer.-

“Pucha, difícil por la fecha, pero en la subida Ecuador, demás que encuentran algo abierto.”

“Llévenos, por favor.” -Fue la orden maldita de la Lore.-

Increíblemente, la cagá de subida estaba atestada de hueones, pero todo ese paraíso rasca de antros tóxicos estaba cerrado en un 90%. Sólo habían un par de hueás abiertas, cuál de todos más feos, entre ellos un bar metalero, “El Martillo” creo que se llamaba, -hueá que yo no pisaría ni por hueveo-,  cuando preguntamos a una pareja de lagis qué nos recomendaban:

“Chiquillas, el ‘Coyote Quemado’, obvio!”

Partimos a la hueá directo, que estaba en la punta del cerro, literalmente.

La cagá estaba casi llena, nos atiende una mina, nos pasa la carta y OH, SORPRESA! La hueá era ultra barata! Copetes a $500, $1.000, $1.500, así como mucho muy caro. La Loreto estaba vuelta loca, queriendo tomarse toda el bar, pidió cuánta hueá se le ocurrió:

“Tráeme para partir unos golpeaditos, un Margarita, unas tablas, y blá. Qué querís tú, Iso?”

“Un té.” -Fue mi en extremo lacónica respuesta.-

“QUÉ!?!?!?!?!?! HUEONA, CÓMO CHUCHA VAI A QUERER UN TÉ!”

“Quiero un té, ojalá con leche. Tengo frío, tercianas, me cago de sueño y no estoy ni ahí con tomar copete. Yo quiero un té. Tienen supongo?” -Le digo a la mina, mirándola con cara de asco.-

“Eeeeh, no. Acá no vendemos té, esto es un PUB.”

“Entonces no quiero ninguna hueá. Punto.” -Protestando sutilmente ante mi no pescada negativa a salir.-

“A ver, déjeme preguntar si le pueden preparar un té.” -Con una evidente cara de entre plop y asco.-

La Loreto me quería matar, odiaba mi resistencia a lanzarme, y quería cortarme las tetas. Pero a mí, realmente me importaba un soberano coco de leproso. Yo quería dormir.

En fin, después de pasar toda una ETERNA noche tomando tecito, que mi mal estado físico me llevara a buitrear 1503 veces, que me quedara dormida como 5 veces en la mesa, que la Loreto se tomara todo el bar, que nos echaran con grúa de la hueá;  AL FIN nos fuimos tipo 5 am.

Al salir y querer puro morirme, había un grupo de hueones metaleros afuera del “Martillo”, que al vernos pasar nos gritan dicen:

“Oye minas! Vamoh a un after!”

Yo casi lloro, porque sabía que la Lore se prendería con la hermosa “invitación”, hasta que quedó la cagá.

“VAMOS!” -Me dice la Lore.-

“No hueona, yo me voy. Si querís, anda tú, pero yo no puedo más… en serio.”

“Puta la hueá, no sé pa’ qué chucha vine contigo, nunca podís carretear más de dos días seguidos! Sabís qué más? Ándate a la mierda, mañana voy a llamar a la Sú y la voy a invitar. Ella sí que jamás se negaría a carretear y lanzarse como corresponde. ÁNDATE HUEONA, ÁNDATE NOMÁS! ARGH!”

La Loreto se fue con los metaleros, yo me subí a un auto, y arriba del taxi logré captar que al llamar a la Sú, se vendría el infierno.

(Continuará…)

[multiverse-announcements]

Those bastards wiiiiiiiii!II NEVER get th!5 stupiddd blog back. S uck it d0ck

[sanjidysphoria]

BOLDOG SZÜLINAPOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WIIIIIIIII THANKUUUUU

[the-elevan-shitshow]

Elevan: come on little Dodo you can do it!! Use your new toddler legs!! that's my Dodo!!!

Dodie: wiiiiiiiii

[o-kenki]

too scared to post it straight on the main blog but... i did this aaaa parody of one of those regional/small town tv ads for an... italian restaurant??? It's really for fun, the italian is obviously wrong, i was really playing around with the idea, i mean no harm to anyone. sorry... 🙇 thank you to my voice actor and my brother for the silly marathon idea? (he never said i had to do it in one day but i speedran it in 6 hours so that's why it's so bad 😭😂)

bgm is delfino pier from mariokart wiiiiiiiii