#incorrect paw patrol

[incorrectpawpatrolquotes]

Marshall: I love cooking breakfast. It makes the whole house smell like bacon.

Chase: That’s true, but it also smells like fire and panic.

Marshall: You and the smoke detector need to get off my case.

[incorrect-riordanverse]

Annabeth: it says that dogs without leashes will be fined $100

Tyson, sobbing: they don’t have that kind of money!!!

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Apparently I never posted this one. Dishonor on me, dishonor on my cow.

[ladymiraclewings]

[The Gang entering the Mildenhall Manor] Gangle: Oh man, it smells like ghosts live here. Ragatha: What exactly do ghosts smell like? Jax: They smell scary.

[lloydsfruit]

my paw patrol era is now (based on this post by @incorrectpups )

[mysterywriter2187]

Spider-Man: If my villains were the PAW Patrol, Shocker would be the one with the submarine. Sure, he could be neat on his own, but everybody else has way cooler gimmicks and they kinda just do what he does anyway, so he's just sorta -

Shocker: Christ, I know you like to do your quips, but this is just cruel, man.

[bitbc-incorrect-quotes-archive]

(The berries visit a haunted house)

Blueberry Muffin: Oh man, this place smells like a ghost lives here!

Strawberry Shortcake: What exactly do ghosts smell like?

Blueberry Muffin: They smell scary.

[spacemanm]

Death x Adult!Ryder (Samsara) Incorrect Quotes

Adult!Ryder: Death, you were so wasted last night. Adult!Ryder: I wasn't that drunk! Adult!Ryder: …You called a taxi home. Death: Yeah! It's called being responsible! Adult!Ryder: The party was at your house. Death: …Crap.

Adult!Ryder, texting Death: Text me when you’re home safely. Death: I’m home dangerously. Adult!Ryder: Stop it. Death: I’m home lethally.

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

How Far Are You Willing To Go? - 1

PAIRINGS: Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

SUMMARY: Amid a quiet life post-divorce initiated by Ghost himself, his past resurfaces when his ex-wife and their young children are abducted. He's thrust into a desperate race against time to save them, facing his own demons and fighting to protect his family at any cost. Question is, how far is he willing to go?

WARNINGS: Angst, if you squint. Simon being a dummy for getting a divorce. Incorrect knowledge of allergies and asthma (please help a girlie out)

WORD COUNT: 1,096

*not proof-red*

ENJOY!

“Rylan needs to take his-,” you immediately get interrupted by his low and rough voice. “Meds, by seven in the evening after having his dinner. Yeah, I know,” you can’t help but feel that there is a trace of disdain in his voice.

Oh, how you’ve heard so many variations of that voice. From the usual rough and dark, to how soft and loving it could go. The latter was a rarity for people to hear, who meet him outside of your home’s doors. For you, however, it was common. Was being the key word. It may have not been the voice you heard 24/7, but it was a voice you heard daily.

You look at him and eye the black surgical mask he wears, “right,” you pause. “Just wanted to make sure,” you give him a purse smile, before bending down to be at eye level with your six-year-old.

“Kyla, be good and take care after your brother. Be kind in school and do your homework. Call me if you ever need some help with it, ok?” You try to wear out the imaginary creases on her little brown cardigan.

She nods her head like a mini determined soldier and says a very affirmative ‘yes Mama.” Then you move over to kneel in front of your youngest, Rylan. The four-year-old with the many existing allergies. He rubs his nose, and you tut at him, “use a tissue honey, here blow into this.” You hand him the handkerchief you always carry around for this exact reason. “Do you have your inhaler?” You ask your boy, and he nods proudly as he reaches into his pocket and shows you the small piece of plastic.

“Call me if you need Mama, ok Rylan?” You rest your hands on his shoulders, and pat down on the sweater, you look into the light brown eyes he inherited from his father and kiss his forehead. He nods at you one last time before turning around and running to your ex-husband’s family truck. Kyla kisses your cheek one last time before screaming a “buh-bye Mama” and running off to catch up with her little brother.

You stand back up and cross your arms, heart hurting a little knowing you’d be spending two weeks without your children. But what can you do? Not complain, of course.

It was part of the divorce agreement that Simon is allowed to have the children over at his place for three weeks maximum, whenever he returns from deployment. You reluctantly agreed, purely to the reason that you wouldn’t survive if you were in Simon’s place and couldn’t be able to see your kids.

You were kind in that way.

Simon loved you for it.

He loved everything about you.

He still does.

The ice around his heart thaws as he sees your eyes become bleary as you watch the kids climb into his backseat.

He hates seeing you sad.

He does everything in his power to mask the emotions he feels, and he does it well.

“Well,” you sniffle, “I-uh….I’ll leave you to it then.” You wipe your eyes nonchalantly before tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear as a sort of distraction to what you feel currently.

It was always hard for you whenever Simon comes to pick up the kids.

The mother hen in you does not want to send them with him. But you know, a 100 percent sure, that they’re safer with him than with you, considering Simon’s military experience.

One of the main reason’s Simon broke things off with you.

Simon nod’s, his hands remain in the pockets of his hoodie. You lift the little paw patrol and the little Bluey child suitcases and hand it to him. “There are three weeks’ worth of clothes in there, for each of them,” you stick your hands to the side immediately after he takes them into his rough and calloused ones.

“Please call me if-,” you start, but he interrupts you again. “Anything happens. Yeah, I know,” he says with a rough tone that says, “you seriously think they’ll get hurt with me?”.

“Right…...right,” you nod as you whisper, the words more of a reassurance to you.

You try to peak at his eyes under his hoodie, but to no avail, you couldn’t see them under his black tainted sports sunglasses.

His phone starts to ring, and he pulls out of his back pocket to see the caller ID revealing the caller “Price”.

“I’ll see you in two weeks then,” you say, knowing he has to go. He nods in response before turning away and heading back to his truck, he places the suitcases in the passenger seat before double checking the buckles on the child-seat’s where Kyla and Rylan are sat in.

He does all the dad checkup’s before getting in the driver’s seat.

He see’s you through the tainted windows of his truck.

He rolls the back window down so the kids can say their final goodbye’s

“Bye Mama!” Both kids scream and the wave with smiles on their faces. You chuckle wetly as tears silently roll down your cheeks.

You know they’re safe with Simon, but you heart still hurts that they won’t be around for a while.

Simon sees the tears and his own heart breaks.

He pulls out of the driveway with a heavy heart, hating to see the love of his life in tears.

He sighs before pulling out his phone and clicking on Price’s caller ID.

The old Captain picks up after two rings.

“Ghost, we need you.”

🎀🎀🎀

TAGLIST <3: @cntloup @identity2212 @somnorvos @yyiikes @bobateasilverpearl @animarix @outoftheseine

Guess who's back? Back again?

Hey Lovelies!

I know it's been a while, but uni has started and I am trying to re-slay. Here is the much-awaited Simon series I have always wanted to start.

Lemme know if you wanna be tagged!

Also....

Lemme know what y'all think!

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[agnoll]

"all dogs go to heaven" statistic is incorrect. the class traitors in the paw patrol-

[incorrectpawpatrolquotes]

Wheeler: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant.

Chase: Well, on a good day, I’m both.

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

First time I draw Zuma and he looks like Clifford

[ladymiraclewings]

Darryl McGee: Why can't all our adventures be on TV? Molly McGee: You'll never know, Darryl. Molly McGee: *looks knowingly into the camera and smiles*

[timelessmulder]

Honestly tiny chef announcing it's sudden cancelation with a video of the titular character receiving the news (because they'd been making silly "look what he's up to!" videos leading up to news) and him openly grieving was such a wild move

But not totally incorrect considering the state of animation right now. Your kids show can be acclaimed and award winning but if you aren't making paw patrol numbers you might as well kill yourself

And yes it did make me cry

[enchantedtomeet-giselle]

Saturday, November 16 — Crack!ship AU: Write a crack!ship au. This should be a one shot of any characters in the roleplay, yours or someone else’s! Definition of a crackship: seriously this shit can’t happen but in an alternate universe. Add 10 applicable aO3 tags (enemies to lovers, modern au, etc.) This year, you can either write this as a one-shot, or plot a thread! 

Title: Me-owch Featuring: Hathor (of @thesorceress-hera) , Morgan (of @madmagicmim ) Warnings: Mild cat injury, incorrect use of Warriors naming conventions, general incorrect use of Warriors lore sorry I only read book one and I'm rusty at best Tags: General Audiences, AU - Warrior Cats, F/F, forbidden romance, hurt/comfort, crushing on the medicine cat, ficlet, grumpy/sunshine, mutual pining, childhood friends

"Would you hold still?" hissed Hathorleaf, pressing the salve to Morgantail's paw. "You really need to stop getting yourself into these scrapes. How many hours have you spent in my den?"

"A lot," Morgantail admitted, blinking slowly.

"Well, you need to be more careful."

"Mm-hm."

Morgantail really didn't think she would.

The thing was, Morgantail wasn't entirely stupid. She knew she never had a chance with Hathorleaf. Her best friend since they were kits had changed ever since the last medicine cat had gone away to Starclan, and now Hathorleaf had much more responsibility on her shoulders. And she'd never disobey the clan's rules and break her vow.

Anyway, Hathorleaf probably didn't see Morgantail as anything more than a friend. If even that. At this point, she probably saw Morgantail as more of a nuisance.

But Morgantail still missed the old Hathorpaw. The kit who would trot back to the kit den with her mouth full of leaves, babbling about all the new things she'd learned that day. Her eyes had been so bright, they could light up the moon. Now it was rare even to get a smile from Hathorpaw.

Morgantail was known as the clan's clown, anyway. The one no one took seriously, the one always getting into ridiculous situations. Morgan was fine being known that way. It made other cats smile.

Sometimes it even made Hathorleaf smile, though Morgantail wasn't getting her hopes up.

"How did this happen, anyway?" Hathorleaf asked, turning to consult her stores. She glanced over her shoulder before she continued searching.

"Patrolling. Got into a real nasty fight with a tumbleweed. But don't worry, I protected our clan fiercely," Morgantail smirked. This actually earned a chuckle from Hathorleaf, which she quickly tried to correct. But Morgantail could see her tail flick the way it always did when she was amused.

Morgantail knew what every little flick, every little twitch of her paws meant. Of course she did. Hathorpaw had been her best friend once. And Morgantail had been hopelessly, ill-advisedly in love with her since then.

"You're unbelievable," Hathorleaf muttered, returning with a root of some sort between her teeth. She set it down on the ground in front of Morgantail. "Chew that. It'll help with the pain."

"The pain really isn't that bad," Morgantail protested.

Hathorleaf's expression softened. And Morgantail realized— it wasn't just about the pain. Morgantail could read every one of Hathorleaf's expressions, all of her body language, but she hadn't picked up this simple truth— Hathorleaf cared for her too. Maybe more than she was supposed to.

There was a reason, after all, medicine cats weren't supposed to take a mate. They were supposed to treat all of the clan equally, with no favoritism.

They weren't supposed to set aside special medicines for certain cats.

"Hathorleaf..."

"Morgantail. Take it," Hathorleaf hissed, though there was a strange tenderness to her tone. "There. You should be all set. Now, don't get into anymore fights with tumbleweeds."

"I'll try my best."

"Your best is-"

"Well, it's my best," Morgantail said with a teasing smile. And there it was, a smile from Hathorleaf, too. One that could light up the moon.

And that was all Morgantail could really hope for. It was unfortunate, falling for the medicine cat, but Morgantail knew Hathorleaf loved this work, and she wasn't going to give it up for anything.

For now, a smile was enough.

[homegrown-blorbo-garden]

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main: @catboygirlboss

hello! this blog was created to be an original character bracket tournament (originally called the-ultimate-oc-tournament), but i became burnt out and decided to call it off. now i’ve rebranded into a blog dedicated to oc appreciation! i will reblog posts about people’s ocs to showcase them!

if you’d like your oc featured on this blog, you can:

tag this blog in your oc post,

add the tag #blorbo harvest to your oc post,

or submit a post directly to me!

if you choose to submit your post to my inbox, i recommend sending an ask saying you did so, because submissions don’t appear in my notifications and i don’t often go to my inbox tab on any of my blogs, so it could get lost ;^^

also!!! you may only share your OWN ocs with me!!! do NOT submit a post or tag a post with someone else’s ocs!!!

whitelist & blacklist

types of ocs i will feature:

characters made for original stories

characters that may not be attached to a story but are still original

furry ocs/fursonas

self inserts

fankids

characters made for other people’s original stories

characters made for existing media in general

characters that developed from au versions of existing characters that somehow evolved to the point where they’re so different from their source that you changed their names and adopted them

this list is nonexhaustive i just can’t think of everything

types of ocs i will NOT feature:

hp ocs

south park ocs

hetalia ocs

aot ocs

dsmp ocs (other mcyt themed ocs are fine i just hate dream lmao)

paw patrol ocs

oc posts made with stolen/traced art (commissioned art is fine! just credit the artist you commissioned! and if you use an art base please credit the artist and link to their base in your post!)

this list is also nonexhaustive my memory is trash

types of oc posts i’ll reblog:

intro posts

art posts

incorrect quotes

fanfiction (or whatever you call oc writing)

moodboards

physical crafts (sculptures, crochet/knitting/anything like that, themed jewelry, etc)

music/playlists

ocs made in gacha

i can’t think of anything else. get creative with it if you want!

dni

racists, sexists, transphobes, homophobes, antisemites, islamaphobes, you know the drill

prolife/anti abortion

anti endo (our system is traumagenic we're just open minded)

t*rfs, r*dfems, transmeds, etc

anti MOGAl, anti mspec lesbians, anti he/him lesbians, anti multigender, anti man in any way, basically if you exclude any gender or queer identity, get the fuck out

MAPs/pedos and their apologists

proshippers/anti antis

pro israel/anti palestine

dream supporters and HP supporters