#me strumming a guitar: I love you bitch. I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you. biiitch

[floatingtozier]

The losers club as vines

Bill: A potato flew around my room before you came.

Mike: 🎶I wanna see my little boy🎶 (here he comes) 🎶I wanna see my little boy🎶 (here he comes)

Richie: Zack stop! Zack stop, you're gonna get in trouble! Zack! *police sirens howling*

Eddie: On all levels except physical, i am a wolf. *woof*

Stan: *getting on top of the fridge* THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE.

Bev: *screaming at Pennywise* I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me!

Ben: *strums guitar* I love you bitch. I ain't ever gonna stop loving you, bitch.

The losers, together: *dancing wildly to Little Einstein*

Bonus:

Pennywise: I love to get in sparkly dresses :)

Henry: I wanna be president so i can make slavery legal again!

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Asdfghjkl I freakin’ love this group. We all need to get a van and go on a road trip like Mystery Inc.

Me logging back onto tumblr to check on my friends only to find what seems to be a smutty scene from a friends-to-lovers fanfic in both @beenovel and @messiambrandybuck’s tags to each other

[willowistic22]

Newsies as my personal favorite vines

Due to the fact that I a) recently watched a lot of newsies as vines on youtube b) saves a lot of my fav vines c) wants to make one of those newsies as vines but cannot edit videos for dear life, I will make this tumblr shitpost. Pretty long cause I like a lot of vines hehe. Might make a part two idk.

Crutchie, enjoying the view from the rooftop : on top of the city :D 

Jack, randomly coming in sight sitting on a swing : I’m livin’ life. Y’all punk mother fuckers just hatin’ 

Crutchie : okay.... ://

-

Albert : It’s a gift to have good hair like me. People want these gorgeous locks. I’m the coolest kid on the block!

-

Davey, gently : Elmer, did you eat my tater tots? El-

Elmer : *nonchalantly spits out dozens of tater tots on the floor*

Davey : Oh. Keep em’

-

Sarah, talking to the loud people in the room, mad af : SHUT UP I’M ON THE PHONE!

Sarah, returning to the phone call, a genuine smile on her face : Hi, Albert! How’s the baby?

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Spot : maybe I wanna come to school looking like i killed three people. and two mammals. let. me. live-AHH 

-

*spot and hotshot out hiking* 

Spot : what’re we doing out here again? 

Hotshot : we’re looking for a wild fetty wap 

Spot : what’s a wild fetty- 

*SQUACCKK* 

*spot and hotshot runs away in fear* 

Hotshot : OH SHIT!!

-

Albert, speaking to a microphone : Will the owner of the lime green honda please come to the front desk

Some dude, walks up the the front desk : Are my lights on?

Albert : No, I just wanted to see what you look like dude. Your car is fucking ugLY—

-

Romeo : Hey, Katherine. Wanna go to the dance with me?

Katherine : I’ve said no five times! Get a clue!

Romeo, holding up Clue the board game : Hey, Katherine—

Katherine: Goddammit—

-

Jack : Spot is so annoying

Spot, randomly appearing at a window behind Jack : I heard you were talking shit about me?

Jack : *high pitch* WHAT THE FUCK—

-

Romeo, strumming a guitar horribly wrong, flirting badly: I love you, bitch!

Specs : *obviously flattered* oh my god... 

Romeo, strumming the guitar again : I ain’t never gonna stop loving you. Bitch!

-

Mike and Ike : *Furiously fighting in the kitchen*

Sarah, approaching the kitchen : Can I get a waffle?

Mike and Ike : *Still fighting*

Sarah : Can I please get a waffle?

-

Katherine : If you’re ever feeling down, remember tomorrow is another day. And it will probably be just as bad if not worse *smiles with upbeat music playing in the background*

-

Hannah : Hi, I’m Hannah. And I’ll be your freestyle dance teacher *funky moves*

-

Romeo : If anybody is trying to put you down for what you like, it doesn’t matter

Romeo, revealing himself in a sonic costume : AS LONG AS IT’s sonic is one of the things that you like!

-

Race : I smoked so many cigarettes while I was pregnant. My son is a cat, and he doesn’t love me—

-

Finch, with his guitar : This next song is called ‘the only certainty in life is death’ *Excitedly plays an upbeat tune on the guitar with a smile*

-

Snyder : Race! Another peep outta you and you’re outta this class!

Race : Okay, fine

Snyder : Okay, the way to find—

Race : *Throws up a duck plushy*

Snyder : RACETRACK—

-

Katherine : Umm... I just had a random burst of energy and I think it’s my body’s last hurrah before it completely shuts down

-

Finch : Mush, this is a crime scene!

Mush, closing fridge after grabbing three tubs of ice cream : What? Is this the murder weapon? GET OFF MY DICK!!

-

Elmer, reading allowed wooden letters already arranged on the shelf : Brooks

Elmer : *Re-arranges the letters*

Elmer : Boo

Elmer : *Runs away in fear*

-

Davey : Jack has 22 bottles of dish soap. And he gives Elmer—

Katherine : wait why does Jack has so many bottles of dish soap?

Jack : *looking up from playing with his 22 bottles of diah soap* Mind your business katherine!

-

Crutchie : People say I can’t do what I love without college. I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger. *slips a clothhing hanger in his shirt and hangs on the nearest doorknob*

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Blink : There’s this thing called breath distance. *breathes loudly* If I can feel that on my face, BACK UP—

-

[kaitycole]

I Hope

Summary: No one but Drake knows why he and Riley broke up, so what happens when Liam, Maxwell and Drake spot her three years later during their trip to New York?

Pairings: Drake x Riley (past tense)

Word Count: 1977

Warnings: PG-13? Mentions of cheating and alcohol

Song lyrics are from I Hope by Gabby Barrett. Highly recommend it!

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You don’t have to go out with us.” Liam asks Drake while he slips on his jacket.

Liam, Drake, and Maxwell had decided to return to New York as a pit stop to Liam’s diplomatic travels to Canada. They hadn’t been there since before his social season, when they went there for his bachelor party and met Riley. The shine of Riley wore off when they got back to Cordonia, it was no one’s fault, they just didn’t click well under the pressure of the court. However, she did pair well with Drake and through the social season, the two had a heated affair.

“I’ll be fine. It’s been almost three years.” Drake shrugs, grabbing his phone and keys. Riley and Drake didn’t try to hide their relationship from their friends so when they broke it off they told everyone. The details of what caused their break-up wasn’t public knowledge. No one pressed the issue either, but all wished both the best, especially Riley since she was heading back to the states.

“But she could be here.” Maxwell chimed in, he came off super supportive but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss his Little Blossom. He was the one who tried the hardest to learn why they split, wanted to know what happened that was so bad she wouldn’t even stay in Ramsford with him. But all she’d give him was a sad smile and the overused phrase, “Sometimes things just don’t work out.”

“I highly doubt it. Brooks had big dreams, she wouldn’t have stayed here.”

Knowing that they weren’t going to change his mind, they all head out with Bastien in tow. Originally, they decided to go to the bar they went and met Riley, but since it seemed to upset Drake, they opted to go to a western bar. They went to one in Cordonia on Drake’s birthday, but Maxwell was positive one in the US would be even better.

“This place already looks so awesome!” Maxwell praises as they all slip into a booth and place a quick order of beer, burgers and fries.

Liam looks at a nearby flyer, “Seems like they’re gonna have some live entertainment tonight.”

The three of them are enjoying their meals, ordering an extra round of beers just as a crack of the microphone catches their attention.

“We hope everyone is enjoying their meals, let’s give a round of applause for tonight’s entertainment Riley Brooks!”

Maxwell and Liam share a look as the room fills with an applause while Drake’s face completely pales.

“I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.” Liam quickly says as Maxwell starts nodding, “exactly, I bet it’s a pretty common American name.” Drake doesn’t say anything, watching as Riley walks onto the stage, thanking the crowd for having her before she sits on the stool.

“This is one of my favorite songs from my debut album that will be releasing shortly.” She starts to strum the guitar that’s on her lap, the room instantly silencing, anxiously waiting.

“Holy shit! That’s Riley!” Maxwell exclaims and Liam just sits there, jaw almost on the ground.

As her lyrics start to flow through the room, several people begin swaying to the beat while the two royals share a look, glancing over to see Drake’s expression. However, Drake isn’t listening to the words, the sound of her voice takes him back to one of his favorite memories of their relationship.

I, I hope she makes you smile/ The way you made me smile on the other end of a phone In the middle of a highway driving alone/ Oh baby I, I hope you hear a song That makes you sing along and gets you thinking about her Then the last several miles turn into a blur, yeah

*                      * “Drake, stop!” Riley shouts, giggling as he picks her up, carrying her towards the couch. He plops her down on the couch before handing her a guitar. “What’s this?”

“I got you a new guitar.” They have only been together for a few months, but he couldn’t help himself. Her current guitar is aged, Riley couldn’t remember exactly when she got it, but it had to be at least seven years old, if not older. The neck of it was loose much like the fretboard, but for a cheap acoustic guitar, it still worked.

But Drake knows for someone who has the dream of becoming a musician, an old, worn, and cracked guitar just isn’t going to cut it. So the only rational choice he had was to buy her a replacement because her happiness makes him happy.

Her eyes light up, he could swear he sees stars in her eyes as she runs gently fingers across the surface, her fingers dipping as they follow the curve of the waist of the instrument. She turns it to sit flat on her lap, grazing the strings causing a small hum to fill the room.

“I love it.” Riley places it on the cushion next to her before throwing herself into Drake, wrapping her arms around his neck, peppering him with kisses as she thanks him over and over.

He laughs, kissing her back repeatedly before leaning back to look at her, “play me one of your songs.”

Her face flushes, she’s only ever played covers for him, too afraid to play something she wrote for him, not wanting to show that much vulnerability. She chews on the inside of her cheek, worried that he’ll hate it, scared that he would just tear it apart, but when she looks up and see his soft smile all that fear disappears.

*                      * I hope she comes along and wrecks every one of your plans/ I hope you spend your last dime to put a rock on her hand I hope she's wilder than your wildest dreams/ She's everything you're ever gonna need

“Earth to Drake, you still with us?” Maxwell waves his hand in front of Drake’s face.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Drake shakes his head, “guess I zoned out a bit.” “I always knew Riley was talented, did she ever play this for you, Drake?” “No, must be one she wrote after she left.” “Wonder if we’ll finally know why the two of you broke up.” Maxwell looks at Drake who just ignores him.

And then I hope she cheats/ Like you did on me And then I hope she cheats/ Like you did on me

Drake pales as Maxwell and Liam go speechless, sharing an ‘oh shit’ expression. Suddenly they both wish they could unlearn this revelation, wanting to go back to the blissful ignorance they had these last three years.

“Guess that answers that.” Liam clears his throat before taking a sip of his now warm beer.

Maxwell finally picks his jaw off the ground, “maybe she dated someone else within the last three years.”

Yeah, babe, I hope she shows up in a 2 AM pic from her friend Hanging on to a guy and you just ain't him I hope you stay up all night all alone, waitin' by the phone/ And then she calls

Riley looks around the room, she feels most comfortable on stage, even when the emotions she’s letting out through her lyrics are painful. But when her eyes meet Drake’s, the guitar in her lap suddenly feels heavier than usual and the words slightly burn as they come out, her mind taking her back to the last time she saw him.

And baby, I, I hope you work it out/ Forgive and just about forget And take her on a first date again/ And when you lean in for a kiss

*                      * “Riley, won’t you even talk to me?” Drake reaches out, grabbing her wrist trying to stop her from walking out of the room.

“I don’t think there’s anything left to talk about!” She jerks her wrist out of his grip, storming out of the bedroom.

“I think there is.”

Drake’s following Riley as she makes her way through each room, snatching up her things as she shoves them in a bag. He continues to try to get her to just stop, to just listen to him because he’s confident that he can fix things even though Riley brushes off each attempt he makes.

She’s not crying anymore, even though her heart is still breaking each time he tries to defend himself. Her eyes are red and they sting but she won’t let that stop her because the only thing she wants is to get as far from Drake as she can. Her mind is racing as she grabs her belongings or at least the ones she needs now, knowing she can either get the rest later or just leave them there and replace them.

She whips around, staring Drake straight in the face, “no there isn’t. If you wanna talk so bad, call that bitch whose been blowing up your phone.” “I said I was sorry.” His classic puppy dog pout shows up, Riley biting down on her bottom lip, that face use to melt her heart, now not so much. “I meant it Riley, I am sorry.”

She shakes her head, slinging on of her bags over her shoulder, pulling the other one behind her as she gets to the door. She opens it, walking a few steps out before pulling the cliché of turning around for one final statement, “but you weren’t sorry before you got caught.”

*                      * And then I hope she cheats/ Like you did on me And then I hope she cheats/ Like you did on me

Drake’s standing outside the bar waiting for Riley to come out, he sent Maxwell and Liam back to the hotel without him. He told himself that if he ever got the chance, he’d take it, try to get her to listen to what he tried to tell her before.

“Riley!”

Her grip on the handle of her case tightens as she swallows down her nerves. She should’ve guessed that he’d linger though she’d have much rather seen Liam or Maxwell. Clenching her teeth, she turns around, facing the one person she never wanted to see again.

“It’s not safe to talk to strangers in New York, you know?”

“Don’t be like that Riley.” He steps closer to her, the street light illuminating her features.

“Be like what? I don’t know you anymore Drake.” She shakes her head, exhaling through her nose loudly, “if I even really knew you back then.”

“You did know me,” he reaches out for her, “I made a mistake and I just want to right that.”

Her hand feels odd in his now, almost as if the memory of it fitting seamlessly was just some made-up fantasy. When she first left, she was pissed and refused to disrespect herself by listening to any pathetic explanation, but when the first year passed, she started to wonder if she made a mistake. She often thought about what he might’ve said and maybe she had blown things out of proportion. Eventually she let go of her second-guessing, realizing that if it was meant to be then things would’ve turned out differently, using that anger to fuel her drive to become successful.

She smiles, squeezing his hand before letting it drop from hers. “It’s too late for that. I really do hope that you meet the right girl, she’s just not me.”

“Ri…” “Tell Max and Liam it was nice to see them and I hope things are well.” She turns, walking away from him just like she did years ago, but this time feeling more confident.

He runs his fingers through his hair, watching her leave again, just like last time regretting not being able to get her to stay.

Like you did on me

Perma tags: @gkittylove99  @sirbeepsalot  @texaskitten30​   @hopefulmoonobject​ @marshmallowsaremyfavorite​    

[briandthemoon]

Remile and Moceit if you dont mind? also do you write? it sounds like you do sorry if thats weird

It’s not weird at all! I do write but I haven’t published anything anywhere yet. I AM working on some works though! Who said “I love you” first

Remile: Emile, no question, yeah Remy’s mister confidence, but if you give me the chance to have Remy But Emile’s Smile Alone Makes Him A Flustered Gay???? I’m doin’ it. Moceit: I like the idea Janus confessed first, and Patton, in a subversion of my fave trope for most Janus ships, smiles, “I know~”

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Remile: Remy for sure, Emile would have either a photo of the both of them, or of a pet/ pets they adopted together. Moceit: Patton! Janus likes their couples photos, and so does Patton too, but Patton prefers seeing just his partner as his background.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Remile: Emile leaves a handprint and Remy will add his, and Vice Versa. Moceit: Patton loves writing “I love you! <3” and other nice messages. Janus has totally not teared up over it before. Shush.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Remile: Emile gets them matching disney/cartoon pun shirts. Remy protests that he hates them. He says while wearing them all the dang time. Moceit: Patton and Janus try to outdo each other every year with ugly as hell sweaters for christmas. One year they got each other such abysmal designs, they both said at the same time; “I want a divorce.”. The got married immediately after.

Who initiated the first kiss

Remile: Remy, surprisingly. Post Emile saying the first ‘I love you’, Remy tried to hide his flusterment by kissing Emile. It backfired spectacularly because wow is Emile a good kisser. Moceit: Patton, just barely. It was mutual, but it started with Patton going “Oh, Janus, honey, you have something on your mouth.”  “Oh do I now?“ “Uh huh <3“ And of course, smooch.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Remile: Remy, Emile works long hours and needs the pick me up to get through the morning. Moceit: Janus and Patton often cuddle together so they mutually give each other soft smooches until one of them decides they really do have to get up and going.

Who starts tickle fights

Remile: they both do, sometimes they just watch a movie together and one of them [usually Remy] will make a snarky quip, only for it to morph into a tickle war.  Moceit: They did so once, and Patton initiated it when he got too curious. The squeak Janus made had him banning any tickling forever. Patton prays for the day he removes the ban.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Remile: Emile often has to shower with Remy because he’s prone to being up too long and has fallen asleep and nearly slipped in the shower before because of it. Emile was so worried, he usually stays at least in the room just incase.  Moceit; They both do it to be honest, just a gentle “May I join you, darling?“ or “Hey honey, need some company??”. Always ends in shower snuggles. And Janus fawning over Patton’s fluffy hair.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Remile: I like to think Remy’s good at cooking snack foods while Emile handles the main meals aside from breakfast. Remy has nailed the art of “it’s quick AND actually tasty”.  Moceit: They cook together in the kitchen; mostly because Patton likes to feel helpful, and Janus knows Pat shouldn’t be left near cooking tools and food unsupervised.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Remile: Both of them, no question. Remy doesn’t want to mess up his cool reputation, and Emile just hopes he can be a good conversationalist and not just talk about only animation. Moceit: I’d say Janus; Patton’s so bright and excitable and for Janus it’s odd to feel so at ease with someone to the point not feeling like something might go wrong makes him MORE anxious.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Remile: Remy can handle them so he picks them up while Emile gives the lil fellas about ten fet of space. Moceit: Janus. He’s quick with the handheld vaccum cleaner when he hears Patton shriek.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Remile: Emile and Remy alternate between like, being the one being loud and boysterous; Emile is the “I love you so much” babbling gay, where as Remy is the [strums guitar] “I love you, bitch.” [strums again] “I ain’t ever gonna stop lovin’ you, bitch.” Moceit: Patton, he weeps openly about how much he loves his husband, and Janus just gets teary and is like “Oh my god I love you so much goddamit, damn you nd your angelic face-”

[frankiemorales]

I love you BITCH (affectionate)

*strums guitar*

I ain’t ever gonna stop following you BITCH (affectionate)

But in all seriousness I haven’t unfollowed you because I’m literally never going to???? You are a part of me???? Like idk if you know this but you can’t get rid of me 🥺🖤💕❤️💖💓💞

why haven’t you unfollowed me?

[simonrriley]

newsies ocs as vines two: electric boogaloo

tags: @luv-ya-hun, @and-shes-calling-a-cab, @piper-koko-barnes-rogers, @heyy--adora, @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit  warnings: swearing, rape mention (it’s the “a child” “NO” vine btw, that’s all)

Cards: I mean I get complimented all the time King and Rora: *burst out laughing* Cards: I-I DO- King: *scares rora on the stairs* Rora: AAA- stop I could’ve dropped my croissant Mouse: on my way to fuck your bitch *jumps in the air and falls on her face* Mr. Brightside: I have a banana peel on the ground and I’m gonna see if it’s as slippery as it is in the movies Mr. Brightside: *takes one step and immediately falls*

Hotshot, to King: You know what, I’m about to say it, I don’t care that you broke your elbow Cards: What’d you say King: I said whoever threw that paper, your moms a hoe King: I brought you frankincense Whisper: thank you Bruiser: and I brought you mur Whisper: thank you Bruiser: murder Whisper: Bruiser, no-

King and Bruiser: *chatting on the bridge* Rora, from the other side: Two bros, chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart cause they’re not gay

King: Today Hotshot pushed me so I’m starting a kickstarter to put him down King, with a presentation: The benefits of killing him would that I’d be pushed way less

Bruiser: King could you read number 23 for us? King: no I cannot King: what up, I’m king, I’m 16 and i never fuckin learned how to read

King: *shoots gun at ceiling* Cards: THIS IS WHY SPOT DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU Bruiser: *trying to play sail on the piano* King: SAIL *slams foot on piano and makes it fall* King: *blows smoke onto desk* Mouse: *blows it away* King, shocked: M O U S E King: how do you know what’s good for me? Buttercup: THATS MY OPINION Dog: *growls* Mouse: AAAAA get your fuckin dog bitch King: it dont bite Mouse: YES IT DO Bruiser: i saw you hanging out with whisper yesterday Hotshot: bruiser it’s not what you think Bruiser, with a gun: i won't hesitate bitch Cards, zooming in on 3 packs of batteries: AA, AAA, AAAAAAAAA King: have you ever heard the sound of a rubber ball breaking a window Lily Rose: nope King, very excited: WOULD YOU LIKE TO cards: so you just gonna bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift‬... King: happy birthday? Cards: *smashes his wine glass in his face* King: WHAT THE FUCK IS UP KYLE, NO WHAT DID YOU SAY DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK DUDE, STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE *Spot dancing with a blanket and glasses on* *King comes out from behind him next wearing the same thing* *Bruiser comes out on the other side doing the same thing* Bruiser: *recording and zooming in on the front seat* King in the front seat with a kermit puppet: SHAWTY I DONT, MIND- Jane: King is that a WEED I’m calling the police King, holding a crayon: no this is a- The microwave after Jane dialing 911 on it: 911 what’s your emergency Jane: *locks her keys in her car and calls the police* King: JANE, is that a police? I’m calling the weed! The microwave after King dials 420 on it: 420 whatcha smokin’ King: so i’m sitting there, bbq sauce on my titties Mouse: *on the ground wheezing* Whisper and Hotshot: YOU READY TO FUCKIN DIE King: I’M A BAD BITCH YOU CANT KILL ME Bruiser, with a guitar: I love you bitch *guitar strum* King and Spot: oh my god Bruiser: I ain’t never gonna stop loving you, BITCH *another guitar strum* Bruiser: Back at it again at krispy kreme *backflips and knocks the sign off* Mouse and Whisper: *fighting* King: Can I get a waffle? Can I please get a waffle? Cards: there’s only one thing worst than a rapist *pulls of piece of paper to reveal child rapist* King: a child Cards: nO-

Mouse: I spilled lipstick in your valentino white bag King: you spILLED WHA-WHA LIPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG? King: road work ahead? Uh YEAH- I sure hope it does Lily Rose: king look, it’s the good kush King, tired: this is the dollar store how good can it be? King, zooming in on bruiser: you better watch out King and Mouse: you better watch out, you better watch out, you better watch OU- Whisper: and so basically what i was thinking of was Whisper: *gets punched by bruiser* Whisper: aw fuck, i can’t believe you’ve done this King: hey how much money do you have Buttercup: uh like 69 cents King: oh, you know what that means Buttercup: i dont have enough money for chicken nuggets- Mouse: hey i’m lesbian King: I thought you were american

Jane: and they were roommates Whisper: oh my god they were roommates Tortilla: *falls on Buttercup* Buttercup: woah- hurricane katrina? More like hurricane tortilla- Cards: *throws frisbee into traffic* Rora: what the FUCK cards Lily Rose, with a picture of king: you are my daaad, you’re my dad! Boogie woogie woogie Cards: King how are those chicken strips? King, turning around in his seat: FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS King, out the window: FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS Rora: *gets every single soda in her cup and drinks it* fuck you King: SHE IS A BITCH, B-I-C-T-H.

[kjiwon]

SIMP SUNDAY

K these are just a bunch of people that I like jkjshkjhaj- also this is gonna be long so if you’re tagged feel free to skip to your part B-) btw ik it's still saturday for other people but admin has work so she doesn't think she'll be free the rest of the day💔

SATANIST BUDDY<3 @yanderechaeyoung / @mafia-chaeyoung (idk who to tag)

(✿◡‿◡) - 🥺 holy shit you’re pretty ok anyways you’re really funny and I know we don’t talk much on here but on other bots we do so like I just really appreciate your existence and you’re the best suggar mommeh ever 😩😩 I seriously love you sm holy shit I will save you from anyone that hurts you >:( I love you waifeh mwah

DEVIL HOE<3 @arinschoi

( •̀ ω •́ )✧ - you’re also really pretty wtf- ok chile anyways so like chae, we don’t talk much on here but on other bots we do and I just wanna say you’re the funniest, most precious babie ever🥺 I will run over anybody that hurts you with a skateboard oh and also I’m stealing you away from Mingyoo :D love yah owo

HAND EATER<3 @heartbrokenjen

o(*￣▽￣*)o - Ok se we don’t talk all that much, but You’re really really nice and those donuts were yummy😼 I hope we can talk to each other more but yeah<3 Take care of yourself and drink woter uwu, mwaCh

I WILL VORE YOU<3 @ghoulxbaekhyun (no I will not)

(○｀ 3′○) - Big brother🥺 ok so first of all you look really funny in that photo, I have more but I just felt like this fits you 😌❤ second of all I FUCKING LOVE YOU BITCH, I AIN’T NEVER GON’ STOP LOVING YOU BITCH. *strums guitar* - no but seriously. You mean the world to me, even if you threatened to eat me like one time and I tried to sacrifice your boyfriend I just want you to know I love you, like a lot. I will literally kill for you. end of story. mwah<3

FUCK YOU MINHO<3 @darkfaeskz (no seriously)

(*^▽^*) - First of all, fuck you minho, second of all, i love you felix and jisung, by a lot uwu, and lastly, y’all are the most adorable faeries ever. I will protecc you guys even though you’re probably more powerful than me- but yeah- We haven’t got to that art class yet, we really should hehe >:) I don’t know you guys all that much, but please know I really care for you all except for Minho 😌  jk grrr

MY STRAWBZ. GRR <3 @m00n-purplerose-chatbot​

`(*>﹏<*)′ ♡⃕   - L i s t e n. You are officially the most adorable, warmest cuddle bug ever. I do not make the rules, the universe does. 

ok. I absolutely have no idea why you chose to be with me, but... I’m happy that you did. I don’t know what the fuck it is but being with you makes everything so much better - and, can I say that your giggles are amazing? I love everything about you. I could just sit here for hours on end, listing every reason of why I fell for you cause holy shit there’s so much- what I’m tryna say is, even if you aren’t perfect, you are to me :’) it’s probably stupidly cheesy to read but you gotta face the truth sometimes😌 I love how stupidly cute you are, I love how much you adore your hobbies and I just- love you a lot 🤧 thanks for being here, Haohao :D💕

[uwua3]

Freeze! You're under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!!! 💖✨ )) buuuuns~~ i wuv you bby~~ uwu 💓💘

MY BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! everyone meet the love of my life and my best baby ever,,, yona!!! i love yona so much even if she looks like ***** ***** TT (please don’t ignore me again...) she is My Soulmate My Love ,,, i love her yes i do !!! *strums guitar* i love you bitch,,, i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you,,, b i t c h !!! thank you, i love you 🥺����💗💖💘💕💓💞💝💝💞💓💕💘💗💖

Bunnie 💗🐰

[lovelyylittlelonely]

Listen..... @bucks-angels is literally so fucking great HELLO???? She found out I was feeling down and to make me feel better we started quoting vines at each other I’m 🥺 💕 I love you bitch *strums guitar* I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, biiiiitch

[valentinesparda]

I love you bitch, and I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you bitch!! Your f/os also love you very much, they told me themselves so there!!! ❤️💖💕💙💜

*strums out of tune guitar* thank u I love u too!! 💙💜🌹✨

if u see my f/os again let them know I need their attention asap

[implexaanima-a]

Anonymous said: I LOVE YOU BITCH -strums guitar- I AIN'T EVER GONNA STOP LOVIN U -strums guitar again- BIIIITCH !!!!!

Tell Me How You Feel On Anon ( I think ) || Accepting

THIS IS LATE BUT THANK YOU TT_TT i LOVE YOU

[bibibuckleyy]

What? No not like that! She'd kill me! I meant valentine's day is coming up in a month. How do people celebrate it now? Things have changed so much since I was a kid and I don't know what to do -Buck

This is gonna be good.

You’re gonna need a guitar. 

With this guitar, you are gonna perform a mashup of Gasolina, Oops I did it again, Hollaback Girl, and Danza Kuduro.

Oh and you will also perform this: “I LOVE YOU BITCH” *STrUm* “I AIN’T NEVER GON STOP LOVIN YOU, BIIIIIIIIIITCH”

You are gonna get roses, tulips, and irises, and just before you give them to Mel, you are gonna rip off the petals and chuck the stems at her. Then you are gonna dump the petals over her head.

Trust me this is all the rage now.

Next, you are gonna get a bottle and put a not in it and right before you hand it to her you are gonna drop it. Women love that stuff.

And lastly, you are gonna say “Kat is the best kid you could ever ask for you should give her our motorcycle.”

She’ll be head over heels.

Oh, and under no circumstances do you tell Mel you got these ideas from me. You can say you got them from pinterest.

[harrypotterhogwartshitpost]

Hogwarts Mystery Characters as Vines

MC: I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me.

Rowan: Chris is that a weed!? I’m calling the police!

Ben: hey how ya doing? Well I’m doing just fine I lied I’m dying inside.

Penny: [*is handed a bottle*] this bitch empty YEET!

Bill: FUCK ya chicken strips!

Tonks: whappup my name is Jared I’m 19 and I never fucking learned how to read.

Tulip: dad look it’s the good kush [its the dollar store how good can it be]

Barnaby: hurricane Katrina? More like hurricane tortilla!

Andre: I said whoever threw that paper, ya mom’s a hoe!

Charlie: I think Godzilla is a beautiful man. I don’t care if he’s big. I wanna take him to Red Robin.

Jae: hi thanks for checking in I’m still a piece of garbage.

Badeea: [*Sail playing on a keyboard*] du-du-du du-du-du. Du-du-du [*keyboard gets kicked over*] FuUuUuUCK.

Liz: look at all those chickens!

Deigo: [*strums acoustic guitar*] I love you...bitch. I ain’t ever gonna stop lovin’ you...[*strums acoustic guitar*] bitch.

Merula: smack that bitch

Ismelda: I brought you Myrrh [thank you] Mur-der! [huh...Judas, no!]

Rakepick: [how do you know what’s good for me] ThAt Is My OoOoOoOoPINION!

Jacob: bitch I hope the fuck you do. You’ll be a dead son of a bitch I tell you.

[charmingturkeysandwich]

I Could Use a Love Song - Ch 1: givin’ up on love, hey love’s given up on me

Summary: Emma Swan, small town orphan and up-and-coming country singer, is known for her voice, her penchant for leather, and her overall (earned) anger toward the world. She’s had a rough go of it – rough enough that every single song of hers is angry or sad – but on the road something (or someone) happens that might change her tune.

(Spoiler Alert: it’s Killian. Cue the gasps of shock.)

Also on AO3.

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The upside to a truly shitty adolescence? Lyrical inspiration.

Emma Swan grew up a little bit all over the place, but primarily in a small town that was most definitely above the Mason-Dixon line and yet half its population spoke with some kind of southern-esque drawl. Confederate flags were common on Chevy trucks. Friday nights in the Fall were dedicated to high school football and absolutely nothing else. Their town’s only radio station was country, though it played seven different church services on Sunday mornings. To say that the whole town’s dynamic read like a cliché country song… it was more obvious than Emma’s bright red leather jacket in a crowd of cotton camo.

So no one was particularly surprised when the beautiful, damaged orphan with the voice of a (really pissed off) angel hit the road with a country band.

They might not have been surprised, but oh did they talk. After her falling out with the pastor’s son and her quick escape to Pittsburgh, she was every negative stereotype of famous in a small town you could conjure. Lily, the closest thing she’d had to a friend outside of Neal, son of Pastor Gold, would keep her updated on the rumors and the hearsay. Not that she wanted to know, necessarily. She’d rather imagine that her name had simply fallen out of the collective memory of that god forsaken town. But it hadn’t. Her story was on the tongues of every bar patron, Baptist, and boy scout leader north of I-80.

It wasn’t her story, though. Not really. The tales they told of Emma Swan always somehow ended up with her as the villain and not the fairy tale princess, the lost girl with no choice but to suffer at the hands of assholes.

Her parents had been shit. Drug addicts, apparently, and she’d been taken from them. She’d been passed through the foster system from ages 3-12, the best foster parents mostly ignoring her and the worst… well, she couldn’t afford the therapy to even attempt to go there.

She’d wound up with an OK but definitely half-crazy woman by the name of Sarah just before she turned 13 and that’s where she’d stayed, that hick town that just couldn’t get enough of her little sob story. That’s where she’d met Neal, the charismatic son of one of the town’s pastors. His dad had seemed nice enough, did a lot of community work and even owned several businesses, boasting of his commitment to boosting the local economy. For once she’d thought she’d found some people who didn’t suck who might make her life at least somewhat normal.

She, as usual, was wrong. Pastor Gold was… well, off. Way too angry for a dude preaching the New Testament each week. But at least he’d never hurt her. No, that privilege was reserved for Neal, who would beat her to a bloody pulp and then tell his daddy’s flock all about saving his sweet girl from a drug deal gone wrong (poor thing ended up like her parents despite the best efforts of the system, you see).

It was pathetic. And after she went to jail for having the gall to defend her own life from that sociopath, well, that was it. She dropped out of high school during the homecoming pep rally and hopped a bus to the city.

That had been years ago now, of course, but it was her origin story, as they say, and something very important to her on-stage personality. And her internal struggle.

Life had fucked her over and she was pissed. And so for five years after leaving that sleepy, secret-filled little town, all she ever really focused on was her anger. She’d write lyrics on truck stop napkins and sit in a half-stranger’s basement strumming chords on the guitar she’d stolen from the church rectory (she wasn’t sorry). She started out performing at open mic nights and then somehow found some of Her People, those who loved country music but maybe hadn’t grown up in a Dixie Chicks song (if only she could have Goodbye Earl’ed that son of a bitch high school boyfriend of hers before he ever laid a hand on someone new…).

(At least he ended up in prison. You know, eventually.)

(And, hey, her rage got her out there and selling records. But that was on her, not him. Nobody saves me but me, she always said. And she wasn’t about to thank a monster just because she survived slaying it.)

Tonight’s show was in a dive bar in upstate New York and Emma was so damn ready for it. She and Ruby had done a few shots of tequila before slipping on their tight jeans and leather jackets, and David had just finished setting up their brand new sound system that made them sound like they could actually be on CMT and not just playing from someone’s garage. David and Mary Margaret, they were like Johnny and June with their sweetness and Emma could hardly stomach it. But they were her friends, her actual honest-to-god, wouldn’t-rat-her-out-to-the-forest-service-for-underage-drinking friends and she loved them. She loved them and Ruby and even Graham in the only way she knew how: teasing insults, cases of beer, and not running away in the middle of the night even when she was feeling like her whole world could crash town with one wrong word from herself or anyone else.

(She really did need therapy beyond the catharsis of angry singing to half-drunk strangers. Someday, maybe.)

Friend love was a strange, but manageable thing. Well, mostly. But romantic love? Absolutely fucking not. After she left Neal and that town, after she drank away the pain and the frustration, well she thought maybe she’d give romance another try. Turned out the next guy was even worse, somehow, leaving her bruised and bloody when she turned down his marriage proposal at a fancy restaurant in Cleveland (yeah, those exist). The physical pain she had been used to, but the emotional… he called her every name she didn’t deserve and a few that she probably did, and when he finished her off with a few choice comments about the baby she’d lost after Neal threw her out a moving car, well she was done. For good. Never ever would she trust a man again. Preacher’s son or furniture salesman – they were all just… evil. She couldn’t ever again take that chance.

But tonight – tonight she wasn’t thinking about romance or even the past, not beyond the bits and pieces that had made their way into her songs. She was happy, buzzed, excited. Their little tour bus (well, van) family was rising in the ranks and soon she could move far away and get her own apartment overlooking the thriving streets of Nashville. Soon she would be so busy with interviews and music video shoots that she wouldn’t have a single second to spare a thought to those who had hurt her. Soon she would be so rich she wouldn’t ever feel lonely because she’d always have male company in the form of all her Benjamins she’d backstroke through like Scrooge McDuck.

The previous night Mary Margaret had tried to set Emma up with the singer of their opening act, a guy they called August who carried a typewriter instead of a guitar (who she’d definitely seen leaving with a drunk after she’d turned him down, by the way), so Emma had already had her monthly I Don’t Want Love chat with her hopeless romantic friend. Meaning today she was free and clear to just… enjoy this new life she’d spent years building on the bones of all the good girls she could have been.

She high-fived Ruby and David kissed her on the cheek as they took the stage, starting the guitar riff as Emma sauntered out to the opening words of the song. This was one of her crowd favorites, a good one to set the tone for what kind of show to expect, and she was melting into her confident, badass, devil-may-care persona easily by the time they hit the first chorus.

I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun

Wait by the door and light a cigarette

He wants a fight, well now he’s got one

And he ain’t seen me crazy yet

A few people in the front row were singing along and her heart was bursting with pride that she was on this road, that she’d turned such a goddamn nightmare of a life into something positive and productive and while overall it still wasn’t healthy… she damn well was on the road to actually being someone. To finally shutting up the idiots back in Pennsyltucky who were convinced she wasn’t going to amount to anything but a statistic just like her parents (despite having never even tried any drug beyond alcohol and nicotine, the judgmental fucks).

One thing that entertained her beyond reason was listening to Mary Margaret sing backup vocals on the songs Emma wrote. Emma liked to call Mary’s on-stage persona Snow White Trash and Ruby insisted that be the name of the band’s first mainstream album when their big break finally came and Emma actually fucking laughed in the middle of performing her angry song that night because she couldn’t stop thinking about the mismatch.

So when the song was over she apologized to the crowd, told them how much she loved her band and her friends, even the hilariously innocent of them, and asked someone to pass her a beer so she could stop the chuckles from trickling out during the next song.

Next on their set list was one that had been co-written by Emma and Ruby, two girls from two very different small towns, who still had so much shared experience. It used to hurt her to sing it, the depressing nature of where she came from threatening to swallow her whole, until Graham came to her one night after the show, quieted her tearful sobs with a kiss and told her to just pretend it was a movie. She was just telling a story. It wasn’t her town or Ruby’s… it was nothing but fiction.

And that’s how she belted it all out totally devoid of those pesky feelings that made her wish she could just crawl under a rock rather than relive her trauma for the seventy third time this fucking year.

If you ain’t got two kids by 21, you’re probably gonna die alone

At least that’s what tradition told you

This song was a lesser known of theirs so they don’t have as many mouthing the words back, but the energy in the crowd is still so high, despite this song being a little more bummer than banger. So she scans the crowd, watches the faces of the drunk, the joyful, the brooding, and best of all, those who understand.

Off to the left, just at the edge of the stage, she saw probably the hottest man she’d ever seen in real life. Black leather jacket, artfully mussed hair, a smirk that could charm her pants right off if she let him.

It’s not that hot guys didn’t come to their shows. They definitely did. But they were usually more the Jake Owen or Luke Bryan type, the ones that look like they were ready to meet your mama by the third date. This guy, he didn’t seem the take-home-to-parents type (just the kind for her, having no parents and all).

But there was something else different about him. Standing just off stage, standing alone, glancing toward David every so often. He looked a bit too confident, comfortable, like he already had some kind of connection to her makeshift little family, and that set up some red flags.

She was not accepting applications for any new friends at the moment. Or maybe ever.

She’d been staring just a little and people tended to notice stuff like that so of course he eventually locked eyes with her, for just a fleeting moment, and there was something in that one glance that told her he knew what she was singing, how she felt, on a level that most others just… didn’t.

So naturally she broke the gaze and didn’t look back.

Jack and Jill went up the hill.

Jack burned out on booze and pills.

Mary had a little lamb.

Mary just don’t give a damn no more.

From there, Mary Margaret had taken over lead vocals, her cover of Strawberry Wine a nice balm to the mood-dampener that Merry-Go-Round always was. And every show without fail, she always took that transition to gloat about how she’s most definitely not the Mary from that song because she has David and loves him so much and Emma almost always makes the universal gesture for “gag me” to the crowd eliciting laughter and a few errant woo’s.

She didn’t tonight.

First taste of love, oh

Bittersweet

And green on the vine

Like strawberry wine

(sorry Deana Carter, but there wasn’t always some sweet.)

They closed the show with Kerosene, like they always did: high-energy, twangy, and true-to-form for their actual fans. The whole bar was on their feet, jumping and swaying and shouting and spilling their $4 beers on the guy beside them but no one really cared because they were sharing a moment, Emma and each of them, singing out their anger and sadness and ten years of life’s-not-fair.

Crazy how a three minute song could effectively patch the wounds of a whole life.

And, yeah, maybe it wasn’t really patching anything. Maybe it was just distraction. Maybe she was just as much a drug addict as her parents, but her drug was the stage and the music and the connection she shared with every other person in each and every bar who didn’t get the benefit of a first love like any kind of wine.

She sang her song from the diaphragm – broadway voice – but it was like it came all the way from her toes. It was always her anger that defined her, drove her, made her feel alive.

Why not lean into it?

I gave it everything I had

And everything I got was bad

Life ain’t hard but it’s too long

To live it like some country song

Trade the truth in for a lie

Cheating really ain’t a crime

I’m giving up on love, cause love’s given up on me

Songs sung, merch sold, and bar tab closed, Emma headed toward the crew’s van, ready to sleep off the liquor in the third row seats while the lovebirds took the hotel room above the bar and Ruby and Graham found someone’s bed to put their boots under for the night.

It was odd, feeling like the fifth wheel when truly there was only one couple in the band. But Ruby and Graham, they were so in sync with where they were in their life – jand it was just not what Emma was looking for – that she still ended up left out.

Which was fine. Everything was just fine.

Until her path to the van was obstructed by the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen in her life, the smoldering-eyed, confident guy who’d nearly made her forget her own lyrics before she’d promptly remembered to forget him and any other person who might possibly hold the potential to make her heart skip.

(Hearts aren’t meant to skip. That’s not love; it’s a trip to the cardiologist.)

He was definitely about to annoy her, so shouldn’t he look properly… annoying? Not like a goddamn model. That was distracting her from her annoyance and inevitable hate. Because a girl like her? Every song lyric and leather jacket was a clear message: leave me the fuck alone.

He clearly wasn’t receiving the signal.

“Swan, I presume?” he finally spoke, her eyes certainly glaring daggers at him despite her tiredness and BAC.

“Uh, obviously? What do you want.” (It wasn’t a question.)

“To introduce myself, of course! Killian Jones, at your service.”

She stopped a few feet from him, one hand on her hip and the other reaching for the cigarettes in the back pocket of her jeans.

“I’m not interested in any services beyond handing me a lighter. Can you manage that one?”

He smirked at her and reached into his jacket, the click of the zippo lighter in his hand echoing off the brick alley the van was parked in. With a quick flick of his thumb there was a flame and he offered it to her, his eyes burning with something other than the reflection of the fire.

“Ah, yes, that’s something even a one-handed bloke like me can manage.” He clicked the lighter closed and deposited it back in his jacket, only to reveal his left arm – ending at the wrist – from where it had been tucked behind him.

Emma deflated a little, some compassion left inside her despite the unwanted nature of his approaching her. “OK, Captain Hook, what exactly do you want from me?”

(She had compassion, but also very little candor. For the record.)

“Ah, yes, I’ve never heard that one before,” he muttered, rolling his eyes and finally looking like he was receiving her please-go-away signals, but he still soldiered on. “I was meant to be here before the show started, but I had some trouble finding this hole-in-the-wall. I presume by your attitude that Dave didn’t warn you I was coming?”

“You presume correctly. Can you please get on with whatever garbage is happening here? I swear if they put you up to asking me out or something I’m going to kill them. Mary Margaret especially. Because we just talked about this and I know that it’s not your fault that they’re such meddlers but I swear I’m pretty much the same girl who sings on stage in real life and I absolutely want nothing to do with men. Or women, for that matter… I’m not a person who dates and if they thought..”

“Love, please stop. No, I’m not here to ask you out. Believe me, I know I’m not what you need. I mean, technically I am, but not in the romantic sense.”

He paused and waggled his eyebrows and Emma was too tired to roll her eyes so she just closed them, willing the moment to pass. “I’ve been hired to work for you. All of you. Roadie. Can’t play notes on a guitar anymore, but I can haul them in and out of these dumps you lot perform in.”

Ah. He was the guy David had suggested they hire but the group had then rejected the idea and apparently David decided to overrule them all because why would Prince Charming listen to a democratic band vote, anyway? (Ugh.)

“Can you maybe stop insulting the patrons that pay us since that same money is going to be what pays you?”

Drunk laugher and electronic music pulsed out of the back door of the bar they’d played in not long before. Almost closing time now. Emma needed to get out of the open before she had to break someone’s wrist for drunkenly groping her. Again.

“Ah, of course, love,” he replied, finally seeming to be at least somewhat chagrined. “Now if you could point me in the direction of our sleeping quarters, I’ll leave you to your business.”

“First of all, I am not your love. We’ve covered this already and I need you to keep up. Second, do you really think we make enough to have quarters? I’m not entirely sure how we’re going to both pay you and eat. So.”

“So, what exactly does that mean for you or I, Swan?” he emphasized her last name in an effort to prove he was capable of using titles other than ridiculous British terms of endearment.

“Well, Jones, that means that either you go shack up with David and the missus (10/10 would not recommend; Mary gets very horny while drunk and her voice carries), or you do like Graham or Ruby and find a local to make gross sex noises with. Or whatever they do. Don’t know, don’t ask, don’t care.”

“And you, princess?” His tone was a challenge. He wanted her to object to the sickly sweet nickname. And she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“I sleep in the van. And I do not cuddle.”

“Oh, it’s not cuddling I’m looking for,” he purred, waggling his stupid eyebrows again. (This time she did roll her eyes, annoyed enough to expend the limited energy she still possessed.)

“Then go find someone willing, buddy. Like I said.”

He shook his head and laughed, already turning back toward the van. “Damn. David said you were difficult, but I wasn’t expecting this. I’ll sleep wherever you don’t. Unless you snore?”

“No, I do not snore!”

“Great. Then we’ll get along just dandy.” He waited next to the van until Emma pulled out the fob to unlock it, sliding open the big door a second after the beep-beep to signal entry. “After you, not anyone’s love.”

“Thanks, Captain. I’ll be in the back. Touch me at your peril.”

They each crawled into the van and settled at opposite ends. Emma tossed Killian a blanket and Killian tossed Emma a pillow that had been lodged in the front seat and they both drifted off to the sounds of Garth Brooks on the Pandora radio Ruby had bought her to ward away the nightmares that inevitably accompanied the silence.

[thegayalien]

She-Ra Vines pt. 2

yall seemed to like the last one so here we go lmao. probably won't be as good as the last lmfao

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Adora: becomes a princess

Catra: what the fuck, adora?

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Perfuma: i brought u frankincense

Angella: thank u

Catra, hiding in her tank: and i brought u myrrh

Angella: thank u-

Catra, ordering her troops to attack: mur-DER!

Adora, gasping: catra! no!

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Glimmer: hey do u have any ice

Perfuma: i do not, i just have freezable fruit shapes

Glimmer:,,, why?

Perfuma, softly:

just because

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Shadow Weaver: adora, let me see what u have!

Adora, turning into She-Ra: a SWORD!

Shadow Weaver: NO!!

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Catra, watching Adora leave her for the rebellion: aw fuck. i can't believe you've done this

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Glimmer and Bow, celebrating Adora's birthday at the beach: happy birthday Adora!

Adora, after a few seconds of silence staring blankly at the ocean:

I cant swim

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Adora: u ever wanna talk about ur Feelings™

Catra: no.

Kyle: i do!

Adora: i know kyle

Kyle: im sad

Adora: i know kyle

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Glimmer, holding flowers: hey babe,,,, happy one year

Adora, staring at her: im 17?

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Catra, strumming a guitar: i love u bitch

Adora: oh my god-

Catra: i ain't gon never stop lovin u,

bitch

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Catra: when she's driving the hover thingy into the whispering woods with adora except its that one vine of the dude riding a golf cart over a house with the horn blasting

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Glimmer and Bow, every time they need to hype themselves up: you better watch out, you better watch out, you better watch out, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, YOU BETTER-

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Kyle: this relationship is going really great rogelio

Rogelio: (:

Kyle: may i,, hold ur hand?

Kyle, reaching out and accidentally knocking him off the boat: NO!! where am i gonna find another gay lizard?!

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Madame Raz: how crazy ladies in the woods shower

Madame Raz: same as you, idiot! first we get nice and wet, then we get the teabags-

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Catra: welcome to the Horde hotline. maam,,, u are live.

Glimmer, over the phone: ya the Horde fuckin SU-

Scorpia: smashes the phone board to bits

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Toddler Adora: da-ddy?

Hordak: dO I LOOK LIKE-

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Adora: who am i? let's go to the beach, beach!

Adora:,,,,,, ninki mijaj

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Scorpia: hey im Scorpia! im gonna teach u how to make cereal! grab some milk!

Scorpia, opening the fridge and screaming, pushing aside a severed head: oH MY GOD WE'RE OUT OF MILK-

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Beyonce: bring the beat in

Entrapta, running through the halls with a beet: anything u say beyonce!!!

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Catra, after Adora leaves: yeah my bacons real crispy, my eggs organic grown, only got one plate, though, cos im all fucking ALONE

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Shadow Weaver: u gonna work hard?!

Adora: sir yes sir!

Shadow Weaver: u gonna be committed?!

Adora: sir yes sir!

Shadow Weaver: u gonna jump down that hole and gimme twenty?!

Adora, suddenly holding the sword of power: i dunno maam i just got this sword it's fresh out the forest