#mhm mhm MM

[toffeebrews]

Why is everyone in the utmv hypocrites ALL YOU MFS!!! I SWEAR TO GOD!!

EDIT: MY DUMBASS DIDNT THINK AHOUT THIS I MEAN THE CHARACTERS NOT THE PEOPLE PLEASE DONT CANCEL ME /J /J IM SO SORRY

[ihatebrainstorm]

mm

[messylustt]

OH MY GOD. a man saying “easy now” as he either innocently helps you from falling, or is torturing your poor clit as your legs shake and he just. won’t. stop. playing with it like a fidget toy. both are said in the same tone i—

[ohitslen]

Promises

He should know better. 

Wolfwood has seen Vash make promises, or hear about the ones he has made in the past. He has also seen the end of each one and how every single time the outcome is less than what was promised. 

Vash likes to say embellished words, with a soft and determined voice that lures you into his hopes and dreams, it almost feels like a spell, as if he was calling for you to come closer and believe him. But Wolfwood knows better.

He believes in him, but Vash is much closer to being an idealistic dreamer than a realistic person like he is. He might not be aware of it, but his beautiful promises of a better future give people hope, a hope that is usually embraced with things like disappointment and abandonment. 

He doesn’t think that Vash does it with the intent of looking for any of those things. Far from it, he might even do the impossible in order to accomplish said promises, but life is too short and humans are too mortal for his wishes, so in the end, most of Vash’s promises end up being empty or they come to haunt him as a reminder of his failed vows. He admires the man, for his perseverance and idealism, but he also hates the man, for his stubbornness and lies. 

Wolfwood knows all of this perfectly to a tee. And yet, he has also found himself being drawn to his world. Because he also dreams of it.

A world in where his always present calls for love and peace exist, a world that is far more kind than what he might deserve, a world in where the kids can be happy and roam around without any worry in their heads, a world in where he can peacefully turn grey with age and his hands can shed the harsh callouses of his life. Who knows, maybe a world in where he and Vash can finally know the peace that was taken away from them, in where they can share the calmness that comes with the passage of time, indulging in every tick of the clock welcoming with open arms whatever comes their way without any fear.

It is a beautiful promise. But Wolfwood is a person that has to keep his feet on the ground, indulging in “what ifs” would only make things harder than what they had to be. He can’t have any ifs if he can’t make it through the now. And by the way he is carrying his present, he is doubtful he will even get to see a shed of that promised world that Vash tries to drag him into. So why mourn something he doesn’t even have, or will ever have for that matter.

He hates the way Vash seems to promise things so easily. His tongue silky and pliant, slipping divine words one after the other, promises way too big for what that barren world can actually fit. 

But when Vash talks to him in that holy voice of his, when he hears him say “It’s okay, everything will be alright, I promise” so gently right on his ear, while he holds his face so tenderly making him focus on him and nothing else, he wants to believe him.

He has seen the end of his promises. He knows how impossible they are. But for once, he wants to believe it too. Believe in that loving world that will cradle them both until they fall asleep, listening to the soft sound of the wind laughing while the moons smile upon them. 

So he allows himself to indulge in the warmth of his palms, leaning into the comfort of his existence, feeling the soft air of Vash’s breaths against his skin while their foreheads meet in a touch that feels like a hot brand that will melt him.

For an instant, he allows himself to be selfish and believe that maybe, that is how living in that world Vash so desperately fights for would be. Soft and warm, making him feel safe in the hollow of Vash’s hands where the world seems to fit so well. A world where the blue sky is a blanket that covers the love and care that is nestled in it like the one in Vash’s eyes. He wants to see that world.

For now, he will selfishly think that the world that fits in Vash’s hands is right there in where he is holding him, where his blue eyes are drowning in the light of the sunset dripping with love and care while looking at him, that the gentle touch of Vash’s thumb wiping his tears is the same as the kiss of that laughing wind in that distant future, where the smile of his eyes overcomes the smile of the moons.

He should know better. But he loves the thought of that world. And he hopes that Vash will get to see that world, because that gentle sight is more fitting for someone like him than the one of his violent world.

He promises to himself that he will do what it takes for that day to be possible. Even if the end of that promise will be empty for Nicholas, he knows it will be a full one for Vash. So it really isn’t that empty for him after all.

He hates his lies, and he hates how true they sound, but Vash’s embellished words are far sweeter than his bitter thoughts so they feel better on his insides, almost like a balm that cares for the wounds of his throbbing, painful reality.

He should know better.

But aren’t humans weak at the promise of love?

[midnight-mourning]

Ahem- noticed on discord ya mentioned you're short two days... Mayhaps I can throw out a suggestion hehe >:3 (if there's still space <3)

Call it a bit silly, but I feel like a Pirate AU would be such an interesting story besides also just loving em. It's Christmas/close to Christmas of all days, and they should be able to celebrate, even if they live on a ship! (And plunder but semantics.) It can be in any scenario really so here's a handful for you to play around with! (Choose whatever you want lol)

Y/n and the crew making a makeshift celebration on ship with whatever they have on hand without telling the DCA captain for a surprise (gone wrong? Gone right?). Going to a port and finding a town mid celebration, everyone joining the festivities (and mayhaps some issues arise). The struggles of getting a gift to a successful captain who could buy anything they want. Stopping by a nearby island to set up their own special celebration away from trouble.

The possibilities are endless on the open seas hehe!

Holidays on the Open Seas

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 32: Bonus Story❄️❄️

ahhh Lucky. Lucky, Lucky, Lucky. Your brain is massive, and you have also awoken a buried hyperfixation of mine, I do not regret the person I've become for this, i went for a bit of tension to make the fluff that much sweeter

anywho~

enjoy this bonus story all! Starting out the new year strong ^-^

Prompt: See Above

Word Count: 2747

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You take a deep breath, inhaling the salty sweet air as you stand on the main deck, leaning against the railing. From here, you can just make out the port of Providence, getting only closer and closer as you sail. This would be your last stop in the colonies before heading south for the remainder of winter. You enjoyed the cold weather personally, but it was no good for sailing, or pirating, for that matter.

The crew is in good spirits as they prepare for docking, chatting amongst themselves excitedly about what they'll do once they get ashore again. You were only staying for a few days or so, but it would be enough for your purposes, it'd been your idea to stop after sailing over from Africa after all.

You see, your intention was to use this chance in order to get you captain, well, captains a gift for the upcoming holidays. Despite likely being on open water when the day of would arrive, you still wanted to get them something and celebrate. Problem was, you were struggling to come up with ideas. How do you get something for someone who could quite literally buy, cheat, or steal anything they could ever desire?

It was tough, and you were certainly stumped, so you were hoping that while pursuing the streets of Providence you'd find the perfect gifts for them.

Speaking of your captain, you glance up to where he stands near the helm, and unusually solemn look across his sunny features.

Over the past few days he'd been uncharacteristically avoidant, to you specifically. Which wouldn't be an issue if you weren't his quartermaster, making direct communication between the two of you incredibly important. That was ignoring the fact that you were good friends outside of your positions. And of course, your long-withstanding crush on both Captain Sun & Captain Moon. Having never acted on your feelings due to your own responsibilities to your ship and the crew.

Sun's gaze meets your own and your heart races from being caught in the act. Still, he gives you a small grin of acknowledgement, but it doesn’t quite match up with his usual cheeriness. It worries you, as much as Moon's now short, blunt, conversations he has with you. A stark contrast to your usual nightly discussions.

You turn back out to sea with a sigh, maybe they're just concerned about the length of your stay, or of the authorities being less than welcoming or the likes.

You force yourself to stop worrying about it for the time being, especially when to your and the crew's delight, Providence is mid-celebration for Christmas. The streets are lined with decorations, festival crowds fill every corner—making it that much easier to blend in—and music lofts through the air. Everyone is in merry spirits, and the festive energy rubs off on each of you. Even Sun cracks a smile at the sight, though, he's still not talking to you, to your disappointment.

"You're readin' too much it into it, mon ami." Monty tells you as you peruse the streets together. "He's probably just concerned until we make it back south."

Of your options, he was surprisingly the best one ask when came to searching for gifts. Freddy or Chica may accidentally snitch, while Roxy would probably end up trying to talk you into a gift that would be better for her than it would be your captains.

You sigh, stopping for a moment to peek inside a store. "Yeah, so am I, but if that's the case we should be talking more, not less. It, hurts. But maybe that's just my heart talking."

"That heart of yours is gonna be the death of me, honnement." Monty scoffs as you once again choose to move to another store. "Just tell them already, ouais? There is no reason to believe they do not feel the same."

You rest your hand on the glass pane of this shop's window. Inside rests several displays of stunning jewelry, which ironically, would be ill-suited for your captains. Still, you can't help but admire the pieces, in particular a necklace featuring a sun & moon charm, dotted with tiny emeralds and sapphires. A shame you only have enough money to buy something for the two of them, and it's too open of a place to snatch it up for yourself.

You sigh, shaking your head. "With how the past few days are going, I'm not so sure."

Despite your lack of luck finding a gift, you do your best to enjoy and partake in the festivities. You join in the gaiety, drinking and dancing away your troubles. It's a lovely time. That is, until it's interrupted.

You see, you weren't foolish. A bit tipsy, yes, but still aware of your surroundings. And in your surroundings was  a certain captain, glare on you all throughout the day as you had fun with your crew and the townies.

It comes to a head when day shifts to night, and mid-dance with an—admittedly—handsome stranger, you're separated by a firm hand on your shoulder.

Utterly confused, you trace the hand back to its owner, seeing a scowling Captain Moon.

Before you can protest he speaks, words gritted out and low. "I think that's enough for tonight, don't you, Nightingale?"

"I, suppose?" You're a bit in shock, honestly.

Moon nods, dragging you away from your dance partner. "Good. Glad we're in agreement."

You stumble along beside him for a moment, starting to come to your senses and anger boiling up in place of your confusion.

"Hey, what exactly is the issue? I don't understand—woah! Put me down!"

Moon adjusts his grip on your legs and back, carrying you bridal style back to the inn you were staying at for the night. "No. You're stumbling and stuttering your words."

"I, because I'm flustered and you're throwing me around like a ragdoll, that's why!" You beat your fists against his chest. "You know, I'm getting real tired of how you two have been acting the past few days. We're supposed to be in this together!" Your tone turns soft, wounded, vulnerable. "At least, I thought we were."

Nothing but the sound of Moon's footsteps against the cobblestone street. Glancing up, you see he's still got that same frown on his face but his eyes seem, conflicted.

When you get to the inn and he shifts to Sun, his counterpart keeps that same expression, ignoring your questions as he passes by the room you were going to be sharing with Roxy and Chica. When you head upstairs, it clicks he's taking you to the nicer room they'd rented for themselves.

He drops you on the bed unceremoniously, then heads for the nearby chair and collapses in it. Seeming intent to get straight to resting without further discussion.

You realize it's exactly that when he mumbles. "Goodnight, Bluebird. Get some rest. We're leaving at sun up."

Sun closes his eyes, and you're left staring at him with utter confusion (and partially concealed frustration) in the glow of a dying fire. When you realize that he's actually gone to bed you huff, and make a fuss over kicking off and tossing your boots in his general direction, followed by your remaining outer clothes. Which, you also toss his way. Sun's  brow furrows slightly at the noise, but otherwise ignores you.

You toss over in the bed, it's creaks under your weight, and after a bit of extra tossing and turning, you wind up falling asleep. Somehow.

The next morning, Sun keeps his word, and you're leaving town at the crack of dawn to the displeasure of every crew member, including yourself.

Now, you're not just upset, but angry with the two. You're still going to find them the perfect gifts for the upcoming holiday, but now you're mad about it.

So, what's a quartermaster to do when it's the holidays and their captains' are being difficult? Why, hammer down on the festivities and make them get their acts together, of course.

Before you'd left town, you'd gotten a few of your crew together and sent them out to gather supplies, using whatever means they chose; legal or otherwise. Then, when you got out to sea, you reviewed what materials you had and began plotting.

You'd  be in the open ocean when Christmas finally came, not likely to arrive in the Caribbean for at least several weeks. Therefore, any and all celebrations would have to happen on the ship. And you were going to make them count.

The crew knew the plan, and they followed your lead when it came to preparations. Everyone knew their place, now it was just a waiting game.

In the meantime, tensions rose further between you and the captains. After that night they'd tried for an apology, but you were still angry, and busy with planning that you initially blew them off. Which you'd argue was fair after how they'd been ignoring you. Now you'd catch them staring, remorse worn heavy on their features. Still, you kept your distance, mainly so you wouldn't let anything slip about your surprise. You did stay cordial though, you had a job to do still, after all.

As for your gifts, you'd struck up an idea one night and when you realized you had the supplies for it, got to work. It wasn't easy, you weren't a woodcarver, but you tried. Made a mess of your hands though, from how many times you'd nicked yourself in the process.

You almost got caught one night, walking through the ship's belly back to your room, after getting patched up by Chica. Again.

You're passing by a dark corner when a hand suddenly snatches your wrist. You gasp whipping to look at the culprit and seeing red eyes staring at you from the dark.

Your surprise turns to irritation. "Something wrong, captain?"

"What have you been up to?" Moon's words are sharp.

You keep your cool, chin tilting up. "I don't know what you're referring to."

"Don't play coy, Star. Not with this." He steps forward, Sun's rays popping out as he does. "What's happened to your hands, Sunshine?"

You notice how the grip on your wrist is less a grip and more a gentle hold, his thumb soothing over were one of the bandages wraps around the back of your hand.

It causes two things to happen, your face heats up, and you have the urge to snatch your hand back, feeling they have no right to be so soft with you. "That's not your business."

"You're our—our quartermaster, of course it is." Sun shakes his head, frowning. "Why do you have to be so difficult?"

You scoff. "Me? I'm not the one that's been—" You cut yourself off, turning away. "Forget it. Goodnight, Captain. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice rest of your evening. Or Christmas Eve, I should say."

You pull away then, leaving him alone in the hall. Had you looked back, you would have seen how his hand was still outstretched, face filled with longing and regret.

You work late into the night to finish your gifts, and rise early in the morning to enact your plan. With the help of the crew, you decorate the entire ship inside and out with the decorations you'd gotten back in town. They'd even managed to snag a Tree, propping it up by the main mast, it's beautiful, but Providence is a sea side  town, meaning they—likely—stole it out of someone's home. Oh well.

By the time the Captains wake up, the entire ship is filled with holiday activities from the main deck down to the mess, where Chica works on making a the perfect holiday dinner. Again, you didn't give them that much to spend, so you can only assume some poor family—or families rather—is missing out this morning.

Sun's eyes are wide as he steps out onto the deck, looking around with an awe that you've missed.

Taking a deep breath, you step toward him as he looks to you, tinge of a confused grin on his face. "What's all this now?"

"It's Christmas, Captain." You shrug. "You think we weren't going to celebrate?"

He looks around again, eyes stopping on the tree with a laugh. "I suppose I did."

"You were mistaken, then." You hold out your gift to him, ducking your head. "Now, take this before I change my mind." Or get too embarrassed, you think to yourself.

You can hear the shock in Sun's voice. "I, for me?"

"Both of you, actually. But their a set so it's just easier for you to open both. I  hope Moon won't be too upset by that."

Sun takes the gifts and you step back, face starting to burn now as you wait. "He can deal with it. Thank you." He looks down at the gift, then back to you, smile soft. "It means a lot."

"Yeah, yeah just open it already and end my suffering. My hands need closure."

A second of recognition in his gaze. Then, with careful precision, Sun opens your gifts. Inside the cloth are two small wooden figurines, carved painstakingly by you. A bluebird, and a nightingale, one for each captain, respectively.

"I thought you two could use a reminder of who's in charge around here. So now you have something to keep that'll maybe make you think of me." You look down to the deck, fiddling with your hands. "I guess it's a little silly, since it's not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon but you two are horrible to try and shop for and—"

Your ramble is cut off by a tight hug. Sun shifts his hold to wrap around your waist, head resting against your neck.

"Thank you, love. They're wonderful."

Before you can say anything he pulls back, and with his free hand grips your chin, leaning down to kiss you. He stops after a moment, eyes half-lidded as his thumb rubs against your cheek.

The crew all around you starts cheering. Whopping and hollering as you duck your head and march up to the helm, hand held tightly in Sun's as you drag him with you.

"You don't hear a thing, got it?" You point your finger at the helmsman, who nods quickly before turning forward again.

Sun's chuckling turns your attention back to him.

"If I'd known you'd be flustered I would have done that somewhere more private. My sincerest of apologies."

You scoff. "I'm more than flustered, I'm furious. Who are you calling me 'love' after how you've been acting?"

"You're not wrong." He ducks his head, now his turn to be embarrassed. "I owe you an explanation. We both do."

You cross your arms, leaning against the railing.

Sun sighs. "We care about you, I care about you. A lot, Bluebird. A dangerous amount, to be frank. And we both came to that realization quite recently, despite feeling this way for some time. And it, scared me, scared us both. If something were to happen to you, because of us, because of what we do." Sun shakes his head. "I could never forgive myself."

Your sternness softens. He continues. "We shouldn't have pushed you away, should have tried to explain. I suppose we thought that avoiding you meant these feelings would go away. It was a foolish endeavor, I see that now." He laughs softly. "And when we saw you, without us, with someone else back at the festival, it made us realize that we don't want to lose you, don't want to let you go. Even though we know the risks that come with that."

"Sun—"

He shakes his head. "But, if nothing else, I'm sorry. As is Moon."

You stare at him a moment, taking it all in. Then, you sigh, and open your arms. "You are foolish, the two of you. But your my fools, so come here."

Sun all but leaps into your arms, wrapping his own around you to pick you up into a spin. You laugh, arms going around his neck as you kiss him once more.

This time, you ignore the heckling of your crew down before, instead enjoying this moment for what it is. You'll worry about being teased for the rest of your days later. For now, you have a captain to kiss.

Two captains, if you have anything to say about it

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Thank you for the lovely request @luckyyyduckyyy!!! As you can see i had a lot of fun with it, decided to have a combo of ideas bc they were all SO good, hope that it flowed properly despite that ^-^

Thanks for reading!

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[agni-ashes]

someone needs to tie me down, christ on a fuckin SKATEBOARD, holy hell i am going insane. scosage is taking over my life and i don't even watch all the streams, it's just the brainrot spreading someone take me out please. oh my gods.

[creature-beast]

I need them to share a blunt

[uruuk]

our muses stumbling upon a blood trail together.

FASHIONED FROM FAIR AND BEAUTIFUL, BATTLE SKILLS WERE NAUGHT BUT SPORT BEFORE HE WAS FORGED BY SMITH'S APPRENTICE AS THE BERSERKER HE WAS INTENDED TO BE. slipping into his newfound race's inherency for BLOODLUST, WHICH ROUSES HIM INTO A CRAZED STATE. CURSED WITH A THIRST FOR BRUTALITY AND VIOLENCE, which carried his brutish form across the battlefield with almost a BEAUTIFUL PRECISION, when compared to the larger and heavier of his children. STILL, HE POSSESSES SOME LITHENESS OF THE ELDAR. SWINGING SWORD WITH BELLOWS OF WAR CRIES, AND SPLATTERING BLACK ARMOR. hair swaying, landing sweat-laden and free around his shoulders. HIS STATE ALLOWS FOR STRENGTH UNHEARD OF BEFORE MORGOTH'S TAMPERING, WITH FINGERS LIFTING GROWN MEN AND THROWING THEM 'CROSS THE BATTLEFIELD. TEETH SINKING INTO FLESH AND TEARING MEAT FROM EXPOSED THROATS. MAN FLESH STUCK BETWEEN SHARP CANINES AND BLOODYING IRON TONGUE. there are legions under his direct command, and LEAD THEM HE DOES. PROCURING VICTORY, FOR HIS LORD. FOR HIS MASTER . . .

AND HE KNOWS, HIS MASTER WAS WATCHING. can feel his ever-present eye, AND IT MAKES HIM FEEL MAGNIFICENT. LIKE THE THING OF BEAUTY HE'S TOLD HE IS IN THE DARK, BY GENTLE LIPS WHERE MORGOTH CANNOT HEAR. and his march back to the camp with heavy steps and twitching lip, with red blood and fleshy chunks pushing through heaving breath was a triumphant one indeed. HIS ADRENALINE WAS STILL PUMPING, LIKE BLACK TAR THROUGH HIS WARRIOR VIENS WHEN MAIRON FOUND HIM. SLIPPING THROUGH CRACKS IN HIS TENT WITH A PLEASED SMILE, AKIN TO A FELINE, WITH PATTERING, DELICATE FEET AND SOFT FLAMES OF HAIR. and when adar turns to greet it, he scowls -- THOUGH NOT FROM ANY FAULT OF MAIRON'S. A GUTTERAL GROWL ESCAPING FROM THE DEPTHS OF HIS THROAT, RESEMBLING A FULL-BLOODED URUK. his lips immediately turn upward into a narrow-eyed smirk. EVIL AND DARK, AND BLOODSTAINED.

HE NOTICES, WITH A FLICKER OF HIS EYES, THAT HIS FEET HAVE MADE TRACKS WITHIN A TRAIL OF BLOOD DRIPPING FROM HIS PERSON. AN ALBEIT SMALL CUT ON HIS LEG, mingling with the massive amounts of BLOODSHED clung to his person. for his master never shied away from the monster he'd become.

ADAR TURNS TO FACE HIM, just when perfect hands fall upon his heaving chest. HIS MOUTH OPENING WITH A DEEP PURR, AS HIS TONGUE LATHES AGAINST THE PRAISING ONE OFFERED. HIS PALE HAND TANGLED IN A FIRESTORM, THICK WITH LUST, WHILE HEAVY BREATHS INFLATE THE MAIA'S LUNGS. grunts are still laden with bloody phlegm, snarling with a deep need, AT EACH KITTEN LICK SWIPING ICHOR FROM HIS LIPS BETWEEN DRIPS OF PRAISE. A SMILE CAST DEEP INTO HIS DARK EYES, even while they lid. black with blown pupils in the extension of affliction.

@ienemy. not even linking the meme, bc i stretched this so far just so i could have an excuse to write this.

[muutosarchive]

it wasn't exactly . . . unheard of, that price would show up here. he's done it before, &. he'll probably do it again if he needs to. of course, he knew she was trying to pull away from this shit-show of a life. it never felt entirely right pulling her back in, but there was only so many people he could trust. farah is working with the general who put a hit out on his own men, as well as the man who carried out those orders. soap could have died for fuck sake. but nobody seemed to care. yesterdays betrayals are redacted history, just like damn near everything price did. it was old news. life goes on. even after that coward murdered countless civilians in cold blood.

it was a good thing he doesn't do this for recognition.

when she opens the door to her place he's behind it. giving her a small, pursed lipped smile. almost, in a way, to show his guilt prematurely. peering at her with a lowered head. "gloria." he speaks. the sound is fond, which is continued to be capped by lips' incline. his hands shoved in cigar-lined pockets, in a peace offering he wants to beat her to. you know, before she presents some prime selections for their impending pre-tradition. cigars &. pints were typically reserved for a job well done, but a reunion seemed as good an excuse than any. finally shifting weight &. lifting gaze somewhat.

"is now a good time?"

🍒 @medicbled ↪ asked for cap'n crunch (plotted)

[nightjarring]

OK but small talk really is the devil tho

[ame-to-ame]

there are things that you don't do for a year or more and pick up just right where you left off and these days i fear loving you might be one of them

[coldresolve]

if you dont use tumblr to engage with politics thats fine, i get where you're coming from, but jsyk you're currently following a guy who is starkly aware that literally everything a person can say or do is political, and who doesn't really care to distinguish between "what other people have somehow convinced themselves has nothing to do with politics" and "what other people think is definitely politics". so like. just a heads up i guess

[jils-things]

so fucken true bestie (ugly sobbing)

[angelbvn]

yayay im happy ur days been good, and i think id feel very safe if u watched over me. i usually just wrap my wings around myself and hide from the world cuz ish scary >.< but it would be less scary with u :3

awhhhh!! i’d be so delighted to watch over u!!! ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ will wrap my wings around u to help u feel extra safe hehe <3333 i hope ur day has been well too dear <3333

[yoggybloggy]

why are people being so mean about the patreon logo have people actually looked at the announcements they're making about why they're changing their brand identity

[journal-three]

I've been trying to decide what the look he does before this means. and I think it's both the above, and the fact that Fizz and Oz show that demon royalty CAN love "guys like us."

kinda meant a lot to me that he said this lol, after they made fun of him and Stolas back at Ozzie's