#shocked - flabbergasted - in awe - amazed

[unriding]

hi evie !! how have you been ? :33 i hope you dont mind me borrowing you and moze for something ehehe <3

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

proof- I joined the day they sent me this ask :)

guess who was one of the first like 25 members of this wonderful wonderful sideblog, but forgot to ever make an intro post??

me, it’s me…. so hello !

- @hellsite-hall-of-fame

[strayingawayy]

the parenting pro...

...where you're flabbergasted by how good jeongin is at being a father

it was a typical saturday morning, and you were trying to survive your new life as a parent. your baby girl was crying, her tiny fists flailing around like she was preparing for a boxing match. you stood there, holding her awkwardly, wishing for some magical parenting wisdom to hit you. you thought you'd be the one running around like a headless chicken, but nope. that honor? apparently, jeongin’s.

he walked into the living room like it was a walk in the park, holding a bottle of milk in one hand and a clean diaper in the other.

“jeongin, i-” you started, but he was already in full-on baby whisperer mode.

“don't worry, babe, i got this,” he said, giving you a confident little finger wave like he was in charge of a multi-million-dollar business, not holding a crying baby. you stared, eyes wide, as he proceeded to feed your daughter with one hand and change her diaper with the other.

you didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at the absurdity of it all. your daughter was blissfully drinking from the bottle, while jeongin hummed a lullaby and expertly switched between diaper-changing wizard and snack provider.

“how...?” you managed to say, almost in disbelief. was this some sort of magic?

jeongin looked up, completely unbothered. “oh, i helped raise my little brother. no biggie. basically, i’m a parenting prodigy.”

“you… raised your brother?” you asked, blinking rapidly as if you were hearing some wild story from another dimension.

“yeah,” he said, like it was as normal as breathing. “my mom was a little busy, so i was basically his second dad. changed diapers, made him sandwiches, taught him how to walk, swear. no biggie.”

you stared at him, dumbfounded. how was this the same jeongin who couldn’t even find his own socks five minutes ago?

“wait, wait,” you said, still processing. “you...you’re like, good at this. you’re... a dad genius.”

“yep.” jeongin said, popping the 'p.' “i’m basically the da vinci of diapers.”

you were trying to hold back a laugh but failed miserably. “you’re a literal parenting genius. i'm over here trying to figure out if she’s crying because she’s hungry or because she's plotting world domination.”

“i mean, both seem like possibilities,” jeongin said, deadpan, as he rocked the baby to sleep with one hand, casually flipping through his phone with the other. “but i think she just needed a nap. oh, and don’t worry, i also packed her snacks for when she wakes up. you're welcome.”

you stared at him, in awe and total confusion. “you've got snacks for a baby? like... pre-planned snacks?”

“obviously,” jeongin said, as though that was the most basic thing in the world. “they’ve got to be prepared for snack time. it’s a crucial part of the schedule.” he paused, glancing at the baby now peacefully asleep in his arms.

you were speechless. you felt like you were in the presence of a parenting deity. “jeongin, i... i’m genuinely in shock right now. you’re amazing.”

you laughed, defeated but relieved. “i'm marrying this bro.” you whispered to yourself, already wondering how you got so lucky.

as jeongin continued to rock the baby to sleep, you couldn’t help but think: maybe this whole parenthood thing wouldn’t be so bad... as long as jeongin was in charge.

"...babe, did you just call me bro?"

[dancingdonatello]

HI!! 💕💕

can i request a donatello x gn reader who has a pet softshell turtle? i saw a tiktok where raph and donnie were holding their turtle species and omg it was so cute- 😭💕

have an AMAZING day/night!!

donnie x gn reader

“Donnie, it’s time you meet someone very important to me.”

That’s what you had told him a few days ago. Now, he stood at your doorstep dressed in the fanciest of clothes he could find. He was prepared to meet and impress your parent.

He wasn’t prepared for you to laugh at him when you opened the door and saw him.

“What?” He asked. You didn’t answer and instead pulled him into your house and up to a room that you had never let him go in before. “What’s going on?”

“As much as I love seeing you in a suit,” you paused as you fell into another bout of laughter, “you might want to take it off.”

“Why?” He demanded before you opened the door. Only then did he see the reason why.

The room was mostly empty, just filled with bins and food containers. But in the middle and most obviously the center piece of the room, there was a large pool of water.

“You… have a turtle.” He was flabbergasted. “As a pet?”

“And another as a boyfriend.” You patted him on the arm before you walked over. You picked the turtle up and it squirmed unhappily in your hands. “Look! It’s a soft shell too.”

“Amazing,” Donatello said flatly. “Now where is your parent that I was supposed to meet?”

“You were supposed to meet her!” You held the turtle in your hands out towards him. “Isn’t she pretty?”

Donnie turned to leave.

“Aw, Donnie…” you whined. “You’re hurting her feelings.”

Donnie scoffed again but stayed put. You smiled victoriously.

“Come on,” you sat down on the floor and patted the floor in front of you, “let’s just hang out.”

Your boyfriend reluctantly turned around and sat in front of you. He looked very unamused but you didn’t care. You set your pet on the floor and it immediately hissed at Donnie.

“Wow, she does not like you.” Her long neck reached over and she bit onto the finger of one Donnie’s hands that had been laid on his lap nearly. “She really doesn’t like you.”

“It’s because she knows I am better than her in all ways,” he said emotionlessly, even with his finger in the turtles mouth. “You are nothing compared to me,” he whispered lowly to it.

“Not true.” you shook your head. “Watch. Daphne, let go.”

“You named it Daphne?”

“Look!” You interrupted with a screech. “She let go! She listens better than compared to you.”

“What? I listen,” he defended himself but you were moving on.

“Daphne, sit.” The turtle coincidentally laid down when you said it. Donnie groaned when you cheered. “Such a good girl,” you cooed and picked her up. She bit you this time.

“Can it balance chemical equations?” Donnie scoffed.

You looked over at him, shocked at how… displeased he looked. His arms were crossed and his eyebrows were furrowed.

“Can it develop and operate highly dangerous and radioactive weaponry? I don’t think so.” Donnie’s eyes were burning holes into your poor turtle.

“No, but it is cute.” You held poor Daphne a little closer protectively before you had an idea. “Donnie, just hold her. Feel the connection.”

“Feel the connection,” he mocked you. But he still took the turtle into his hands when you passed her over. He inspected it with a grumpy look. “Looks healthy.”

The turtle reached forward with its long neck and touched its snout to his.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out and took a hundred photos. “I am printing these out and plastering them all over my walls.”

It was all fine until Daphne started to churr. She had crossed the line.

“Daphne!” You snatched her back. “That is inappropriate!” Donnie snorted and shook the mud off his hands with a sigh.

“I guess she’s alright…” He interrupted your chastising of Daphne. “Still can’t take over the world though.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Yeah, yeah, you’re one of a kind, Donnie.”

leo | raph | mikey

art

[sapphicinsanity]

I just finished watching both parkour civilization movies and now I’ve just been laying in bed for the past 20 minutes or so completely flabbergasted

Like what do you mean these movies aren’t just shitposts?!

What do you mean the movies are genuinely good?!

LIKE THE ENDING?!!!

It was so good hello?!!

I’m in absolute shock and awe right now at how amazing it was, this silly Minecraft movie about a guy doing parkour has been more impactful and got me more exited than anything I’ve watched recently

Just

wow

[quakerjoe]

A truck loaded with thousands of copies of Roget's Thesaurus crashed yesterday losing its entire load. Witnesses were stunned, startled, aghast, taken aback, stupefied, confused, shocked, rattled, paralyzed, dazed, bewildered, mixed up, surprised, awed, dumbfounded, nonplussed, flabbergasted, astounded, amazed, confounded, astonished, overwhelmed, horrified, numbed, speechless, and perplexed.

[peppymintdreams]

What if Luca found out listener was a witch or something

what if the city of London try to kill them :000

I don’t know

I don’t know how that would turn out but I tried my best,

For the listener/reader I’ve been going in between using ___ or mc for their name so bare with me on this

Wicked

Luca Pearce x Witch Mc

A normal Sunday was what Mc had asked for. Luca and Mc had just gotten married and were on their honeymoon, but something was eating at Mc—something they should have told Luca years ago. They did not want this to be the moment he found out. As time went by, they dropped subtle hints every now and then, but Luca, being their husband, took it as a joke. Granted, they joked about many things, but this was serious.

So, they decided to just… straight up tell him. “Hey, L-Luca,” they started, feeling the weight of their confession. Everything about Luca was amazing—he himself was amazing. Luca turned around with a smile, “Yes? What is it, my lovely spouse?” His expression made Mc nervous. Usually, they were very stoic, trying to be unreadable to the public to hide who they truly were.

“Baby, I—” they paused, seeing Luca’s smile fade. “I have something to confess.” They took deep breaths. Since the dawn of time, witches have not been looked upon kindly by the public. Even though many would love to be these magical beings, there is always a small group dedicated to making others’ lives worse.

Luca set down the picture of him and Mc from their wedding that he had been holding. “Please don’t let this be—” Now he was getting nervous.

“NO, no, no! I do not want to separate, Luca, I promise,” they reassured him. This calmed him, leading him back to his normal calm demeanor.

“Okay, that is good to hear. I did not want it to end after getting this close to you. I cannot let you go,” he said, wrapping his arms around them. “I love you too much for you to be taken from me… no matter what or who you are, Mc, I love you… deeply.” His words echoed in their mind.

“Yeah… about that… I feel like I have not been completely honest about myself to you, Luca,” they admitted, placing their hands on his chest. Luca tilted his head like a curious kitten, looking down at them. He noticed they were holding the picture. How did they get it? It had been on the counter, and they were at least six feet away.

“Where did you get that?” he asked, glancing between the counter and Mc.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.” They lightly tossed the picture into the air, and as it slowly glided away, Luca’s eyes widened, both confused and flabbergasted. “How?!”

Mc backed up a few feet from him. Mocha, their cat, came in, happy and rubbing against Mc. Soon enough, she was in the air, gliding right into Mc’s arms. “I was nervous to tell you and worried about how you’d perceive me if I told you before or during our wedding,” Mc said, stroking Mocha.

Luca stared at Mocha, the cat now cradled in Mc’s arms, his expression a mixture of shock and awe. “You’re... a witch?” he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper. The sunlight streaming through the window danced around them, adding a surreal glow to the moment.

“Yeah, I know it sounds wild,” Mc said, their heart racing. “But I promise, I am still me. I just—”

Luca hugged them “no matter what you are mc you are still my perfect partner” Before they could finish, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside their cozy cabin. Mc’s eyes darted toward the window, and their stomach dropped. A group of townspeople had gathered, their faces twisted with anger and fear. They were brandishing firearms and pitchforks, a sight that sent a chill down Mc’s spine.

“Luca, we need to go. Now!” Mc urged; their voice urgent as they set Mocha down.

“What’s happening?” Luca asked, glancing out the window. His eyes widened in realization. “They’re coming for you, aren’t they?”

“It is not safe here. I should have told you sooner, but I did not think…” Mc’s voice trailed off, knowing the danger was real. The stigma of witchcraft had never truly faded, and now it was targeting them.

Just as Mc turned to grab their belongings, the door burst open, and townspeople poured in, their faces a mix of fear and fury. “Witch! We have found you!” one shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Mc.

“Luca, run!” Mc yelled, instinct kicking in. But before they could grab his hand, the crowd surged forward.

In the chaos, Mc felt a surge of magic rise within them. With a wave of their hand, they created a barrier, pushing back the townsfolk. “Get out!” they shouted, hoping to buy enough time.

Luca, however, would not leave them behind. “I’m not going anywhere without you!” he insisted, his eyes fierce.

Just then, Mocha, unfazed by the chaos, darted between the legs of the townspeople and leapt onto a nearby table, knocking over a candle that ignited a curtain. The fire spread quickly, adding to the panic.

“Follow me!” Mc called, guiding Luca toward the back door. They pushed through the crowd, using their magic to create small distractions—a flash of light here, a gust of wind there.

They burst through the back door and ran into the thick woods behind the cabin, the sounds of chaos fading behind them. The forest felt like a sanctuary, the trees shielding them from the madness of the town.

Once they were a safe distance away, Mc leaned against a tree, breathless. “I thought we’d be safe here,” they murmured, regret washing over them. “I should have told you before.”

Luca took their hands, his expression softening. “You are still you, Mc. And I love you, no matter what. We will figure this out together. Like I said to you when we got married, Me and you till the end together forever.” He said as the two intertwined their ring fingers.

Suddenly, a faint rustling caught their attention. From the shadows, a figure emerged—a fellow witch, cloaked and mysterious. “You two… come with me. The city is out for blood. I can help you escape.”

Mc hesitated, glancing at Luca. “Is this safe?”

“The only safe option is to get far away from here,” the figure urged. “Trust me.”

With a nod, Mc and Luca followed the witch deeper into the forest, the weight of their newfound reality settling in. As they moved through the trees, Mc felt a flicker of hope. They might be fugitives now, but they were together.

They were leaving behind the world they had created together their home and memories they had made.

After days of fleeing, Mc and Luca finally found a hidden glade deep within the forest away from the city of London away from the news and public. It was a secluded spot, surrounded by ancient trees, their thick canopies filtering sunlight into dappled patches on the forest floor. Here, they felt a sense of safety, a fleeting normalcy. They built a small shelter and lived quietly, sharing whispered dreams and stolen moments.

But one day, as Luca returned from a nearby city with supplies, an unsettling feeling settled in his gut. The path felt longer, the forest more oppressive, and he could not shake the sense that something was wrong. When he finally reached their glade, his heart sank.

The door to their makeshift home hung ajar, swaying slightly in the breeze. He pushed it open, dread pooling in his stomach. The interior was a wreck—furniture overturned, belongings scattered, and the air thick with a sense of violation. “Hey Babe…. I am back from the store, I got the candy you like…MC!” he called out, panic rising in his throat.

Silence answered.

His eyes darted around, searching for any sign of his spouse. On the ground, he spotted a crumpled piece of paper. Trembling, he picked it up and unfolded it. The note sent icy tendrils of fear creeping through him:

To the witch’s accomplice,

We have captured Mc. They are a threat to the safety of our city London, and we will not tolerate their existence. Authorities have taken them to conduct necessary experiments, and if you wish to see them again, you will cooperate. Know this: any attempts to rescue them will result in dire consequences. Mc will be euthanized if we deem it necessary.

Consider this your final warning, Mr. Pearce.

Luca’s hands shook as he read the note again, his mind racing. “No, no, no,” he muttered under his breath. The world around him blurred as the reality sank in—Mc was gone, taken by the very people who had tormented them. He felt a swell of anger rise within him, mixed with an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

He could not just stand there. Luca took a deep breath, trying to clear his racing thoughts. He needed a plan. The forest held secrets, and he knew it had its own magic. He could find allies among the other witches’ other friends, Andrew could be of help, but he would be risking Andrew’s life and that was something he did not want to do. He recalled the cloaked figure who had helped them escape—they could help him now.

Determined, Luca gathered his supplies and set out, retracing the path he had taken to reach their haven. Each step felt heavy with the weight of his fear for Mc. As he moved deeper into the woods, he whispered a silent promise: he would find them, no matter what it took.

Days passed, and Luca searched tirelessly, asking for help from anyone who would listen. Whispers of a hidden coven reached him, a group that opposed the town’s cruelty. He finally found them gathered in a clearing, their faces solemn yet fierce.

“I’m looking for Mc,” Luca pleaded, desperation lacing his words. “They’ve been taken, and I need your help to rescue them.”

One of the witches stepped forward, her eyes filled with compassion. “We have heard about the witch hunt. We will help you, but we must act quickly. The authorities are powerful and cruel.”

As they devised a plan, a flicker of hope ignited in Luca’s heart. He was not alone in this fight. Together, they would confront the dark forces that threatened Mc, and he vowed to bring them home, no matter the cost. The hidden coven worked tirelessly, and within days, they had a plan to infiltrate the facility where Mc was being held. Under the cover of night, Luca and several witches cloaked in shadows made their way to the imposing structure. The air was thick with tension as they approached the high walls topped with barbed wire.

Luca’s heart pounded in his chest. This was it. He could almost feel Mc’s presence, drawing him closer. With a wave of hands, the witches created a diversion, causing a series of lights to flicker erratically. Guards rushed to investigate, and Luca seized the moment, slipping through a side door and into the facility.

Inside, the cold concrete and harsh fluorescent lights were a stark contrast to the warmth of the forest. He navigated the maze of sterile hallways, guided only by his instinct and a desperate longing to find Mc. Each step felt heavier as he approached the heart of the facility.

Finally, he reached a heavy door marked “Containment.” Luca’s hands shook as he pushed it open, revealing a stark room with metal cells lining the walls. In the far corner, he spotted Mc, their figure slumped but unmistakable.

“Mc!” he called, rushing forward. Relief flooded through him as their eyes met, but it was quickly overshadowed by urgency. “Are you okay?”

Mc looked up, their eyes brightening despite their weakened state. “Luca! You should not be here.”

But before he could reach the cell, alarms blared, piercing through the air. A group of security guards appeared, their faces grim and determined. “Stop right there!” one shouted, raising a baton.

Luca felt panic clawing at him. “I’m not leaving you!” he shouted back, desperation pouring from his heart.

“Luca, listen!” Mc called urgently, their voice steady despite the chaos. “Remember our promise? ‘Me and you till the end, together forever.’ We can do this!”

Mc raised their hands, calling forth a brilliant light that enveloped the cell. The energy pulsed, and the bars began to tremble. Luca could feel the connection between them—a bond that transcended the barriers that held them apart.

Just as the guards lunged for him, Mc's spell faltered and unleashed a shockwave, causing the door to burst open. Luca dashed inside, and they embraced tightly, relief flooding through them. But their moment of connection was short-lived as security swarmed.

“Get away from them!” one guard yelled, grabbing Luca by the arms. “You’re under arrest!”

“No!” Mc shouted, struggling against the restraints that held them. “I won’t let you take them!” Luca cried out.

In that frantic moment, Mc focused their energy, whispering a spell that resonated deep within the walls of the facility. “Together!” they spoke,

Luca felt a rush of energy as Mc channeled their magic, the connection between them growing stronger. With one last push, the back wall of cell disintegrated, freeing Mc from their confines.

But in the chaos, security guards grabbed Luca, restraining him. “Let him go!” Mc cried, trying to break free, but it was too late. The guards overwhelmed him, pulling him back. “Go Mc be free” Luca called out struggling to free himself “No Luca… I wont leave without you” they said.

“If you leave, we’ll kill him now, if the witch is executed, we’d have no use for you!” one guard sneered, raising a baton.

Luca met Mc’s gaze one last time, and in that fleeting moment, they shared an unspoken promise: they would find a way back to each other. Go he mouthed as tears flowed down their eyes “No Luca I refuse to let you go” they said holding up their hands ready to cast any magic on anyone who came close to them making up their mind Mc casted a shockwave pushing all the facility workers back and gave Luca one last gaze before flying out of the building…free they were… free “I love you!” he shouted just as the guard knocked him out.

When Luca came to, he found himself lying in the grass outside the facility, the sky painted in twilight hues. Confused and disoriented, he pushed himself up, panic flooding back as he remembered what had happened.

“Mc!” he yelled, scrambling to his feet. The facility loomed ominously behind him, but there was no sign of his spouse. Heart pounding, he scanned the area, desperation clawing at him. “Where are you?”

As he stumbled away from the building, he felt a faint flicker of magic lingering in the air—a sign that Mc was still out there, and that their bond was unbroken. He had to find them, no matter what it took.

Determined, Luca took a deep breath and started walking into the encroaching darkness of the forest, fueled by love and an unyielding resolve to reunite with his spouse.

[nakedbiblioscore]

A truck loaded with thousands of copies of Roget's Thesaurus crashed yesterday losing its entire load. Witnesses were stunned, startled, aghast, taken aback, stupefied, confused, shocked, rattled, paralyses, dazed, bewildered, mixed up, surprised, awed, dumbfounded, nonplussed, flabbergasted, astounded, amazed, confounded, astonished, overwhelmed, horrified, numbed, speechless, and perplexed.

Meanwhile, those waiting for the shipment were at a loss for words.

-unknown writer

[hlizr50]

Realized I didn't post this here. So if any of you missed it, you're welcome!

This drabble was inspired, once again, by the amazing art of elizianna.the.one on Instagram. Check out the art here!

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

“I have one more thing.”

To say she was a nervous wreck was a heinous understatement. Even as she and Ruhn had exchanged baubles and clothes and giggles wrapped in shiny paper and curled ribbon, her stomach had twisted and tangled until she was sure her insides would never escape the knots they were in.

Lidia had known it was crazy; fuck, it was nothing short of insanity. But as she scurried to her purse — the only safe place in the house — and pulled the flat, square box from the center pouch, a sense of rightness filled her. They’d discussed it at length, neither of them certain of their bodies’ capabilities. And after five years of avoiding all contraception, and a little thing she liked to think was fate, it was time to grab her mate’s hand and jump.

The shifter returned to her prince, holding the gift out to him. It wasn’t very large; in fact, she’d used a box that had held a bracelet that Ruhn had given her for her birthday. How could something so monumental fit into a little square no wider than his broad, calloused palm? Worrying her lower lip, Lidia watched as he pulled the wintergreen wrapping away and lifted the lid. She hadn’t sat down, couldn’t stand the waiting and definitely couldn’t sit still.

Time slowed to a crawl, it must have. That was the only explanation for how long it took for Ruhn to pull the folded paper away from the box, revealing a small photo. Gods, she would never tire of how her heart swelled at the precious little vision.

“What is…” The Valbaran prince’s honeyed voice faded as he unfolded the document, the paper crinkling between his inked fingers. Lashes fluttering as she read the words printed across the top for what had to be the hundredth time, she leaned in and snatched up the little photograph, holding it over her stomach, right where Ruhn’s eyes would find it once he’d read all the black and white.

She hadn’t expected those indigo orbs, sparkling with twinkling stars and the sheen of building emotion, to immediately find her instead. Ruhn’s stare was wide-eyed and beautiful, his jaw slack, perfect lips parted in what Lidia hoped was awe, but could very well just be shock.

“I know it’s crazy,” she started, her fingertips tapping over the little picture she held, “and it’s going to sound so stupid. But…” Her voice cracked, and the shifter had to take a breath and blink back her tears, though one managed to escape the batting of her eyelids. Looking down at her prince, her hero, flabbergasted as he may be, she was able to find her words again.

“Her name is Dawn. And… and it just felt like fate.”

Gods, when she said it aloud it sounded so incredibly irresponsible and idiotic. Who in their right mind would adopt a child, adorable and precious as she was, simply because of her name? Hel, the little bundle was Mer, for fucks sake! Ruhn would have every right to lift a skeptical eyebrow and inquire about her mental state.

And still, Ruhn said nothing. Did nothing. It only drew more explanation from her lips, the rambling words bursting from her mouth in a waterfall.

“We have a month. And I know that’s not very long. We’ll want to get a place closer to the river, or maybe even on the coast? And I figured Tharion could give us some advice, and—“

Whatever she was going to say next was stolen by Ruhn’s desperate kiss, her body trapped in the vice of his strong, tattoo-covered arms. Lidia’s shoulders sagged, releasing the tension she hadn’t even felt building as she’d plead for his understanding.

Not that she’d needed to. That much was clear when he pulled away and looked down into her eyes, his gaze full of love as his tears left shimmering trails over the chiseled angles of his cheeks.

“Her name is Dawn?” he croaked, his hand lifting to cup her cheek. The dam broke as she leaned into his gentle touch, nodding as she choked on a sob and lifted the photo between their mingling breaths. His eyes focused on the little Mer girl with her wild dark curls and chubby cheeks, then lifted to Lidia. Darted back and forth. His laugh was more of a disbelieving huff, but then he dipped his chin and pressed his lips to the picture.

“I love you, little girl,” he whispered, before flicking his silver-lined eyes back to the shifter. Pushing her hands back down, forcing her to lower the barrier between them, he murmured, “I hope she turns out just like her mama.”

His next kiss was full of promise and warmth, the hope of a future that she’d spent so many years certain she would never have. But here it was, the beginning of something new and infinitely precious. A new light, blinding as it breached the horizon.

Day. Night. Dawn.

Family.

[southernbluebellereader]

listen to me

listen to me

LISTEN TO ME

Listen. Hear me out:

An opossum somehow wanders onto the base where the 141 is at, and you see it, catch it, and decide to keep it as a pet. How the hell you managed to hide it from four big ass military men, I dont know but you did it.

Then one day, you gotta take your pet opossum to go pee, who you've named Colonel O. Possum, nicknamed Poppy. Like this chunky little marsupial got a hot pink collar with a bow, baby pink leash, and its nails are painted red. This opossum is spoilt.

Anyways, now this chunky munchkin needs to go take a piss, and you're just walking this opossum at like 3 am and who do you see outside the base?

Lieutenant Simon Mother Fucking Riley smoking a cigarette because that man don't sleep.

He turns around and sees you, holding a pink leash, looks down, and sees the chunkiest opossum he's ever seen decked out in a pink leash, collar, and bow.

Shocked. Flabbergasted. Awe. Amazement.

"Y/N. What is that?"

"Oh this is Poppy." After Poppy is done doing her business, Y/N just picks this opossum and holds it up to Simon, cuddling it. Simon has no words. He cannot process this information.

Johnny and Kyle? They screamed when they saw Poppy trying to rummage through the trash one night. Y/N came running thinking somebody died. When she sees Poppy, she picks Poppy out from the trash and just starts baby talking to Poppy, "Girl, what is you doing? I just fed you like 2 hours ago. If you was hungry, you could've said so."

"CELINA LET GO OF IT YOU'RE GONNA GET RABIES." Johnny is screaming.

Y/N is just calm as hell and is like "What? Poppy? Opossums don't get rabies."

Price on the other hand? He knew from the beginning. Y/N had to beg him to let her keep Poppy. As long as she kept Poppy in her room and kept her away from everyone. Price buys Poppy toys and snacks.

[languageboutique]

"A truck loaded with thousands of copies of Roget's Thesaurus crashed yesterday losing its entire load. Witnesses were stunned, startled, aghast, taken aback, stupefied, confused, shocked, rattled, paralysed, dazed, bewildered, mixed up, surprised, awed, dumbfounded, nonplussed, flabbergasted, astounded, amazed, confounded, astonished, overwhelmed, horrified, numbed, speechless, and perplexed."

[seospicybin]

ABSOLUTELY HELL YES I WOULD. I promise on all my photocards that i will read it. Without a doubt.

I know that you doubt your work sometimes, but just know that your writing is astonishing, astounding, surprising, bewildering, stunning, staggering, shocking, startling, stupefying, breathtaking, perplexing, confounding, dismaying, disconcerting, shattering, awesome, awe-inspiring, sensational, remarkable, spectacular, stupendous, phenomenal, prodigious, extraordinary, incredible, unbelievable, wonderful, marvelous, thrilling, exciting, mind-blowing, flabbergasting, amazeballs, wondrous, dumbfounding and if anyone disagrees I'll fight them for you my queen.

And you are talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique.

(And yes I read Neptune and I know have eyebags from sobbing my eyes out so thank you for that as well loml)

Okay bye Eff love you mwah take care

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Girl, stahp it or I'll marry you!

I hear you, I'll post the series anyway. I worked hard on it so yeah I'm glad to know that there'll be five people reading it 😂

[hardcore-direwolf]

Nathan made this as a secret weapon for "Talking Spit", he just edited it with Victor's picture before turning the monkey green, and i was LMAO from whoever made this meme!! Credit goes to them and how they got it right on spot!! Here's a reaction and how it broke people's seriousness into busting out laughing hard enough to fall on their asses to the floor!!

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FOUNDERS [CATGIRL I, ROBIN I, AQUALAD II, KID FLASH I, SUPERBOY I, MISS MARTIAN, WONDER GIRL I & ARTEMIS I] VS RECRUITS (RAVEN, BEAST BOY, CYBORG I, SENTINEL, AMALGAM, ROCKET I, STARFIRE & ZATANNA): TALKING SPIT!

ALWAYS LET AMALGAM SIT AND PLAY! NEVER LET HIM TAKE THE MIC...HE KNOW HOW TO MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH!

{CATGIRL VERSUS SENTINEL}

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*Amalgam walks behind Sentinel with his phone in one hand and a smirk written on his face*

Amalgam (chuckling): *shaking his head* Man...I got something to show y'all quick, look at the Super Computer screen and tell me if it's real or not

*The rest turns to the screen displaying something extremely hilarious and all fifteen sidekicks went wide-eyed in disbelief at the photo*

Wonder Girl (flabbergasted): WHAT THE FUCK DUDE, THAT'S EVIL!!! *standing up and fist-bumping Amalgam while laughing hard with Superboy*

*Sentinel spits hard and runs to the screen while laughing hard with few of his friends*

Sentinel (laughing): AW HELL NO!! NATE, YOU DID BEASTIE WRONG FOR THAT!!

*Catgirl shakes and giggles with water in her mouth, still holding it and shaking her head in amusement*

Beast Boy (humiliated): Yo! Why it gotta be me and Cy bro? *glaring at Amalgam*

*Robin notices how Catgirl is still holding the water and sees her smiling while trying so hard not to spit*

Kid Flash (amazed): She still didn't spit! *snickering and pointing his index finger at Catgirl's direction*

Artemis (impressed): I thought that will break her...*crossing her arms and smirking*

*Catgirl points at her cheeks and slowly swallows the water down her throat*

Wonder Girl (shocked): *pointing at Catgirl* she's...

*The rest turns and watches Catgirl swallow down the water in her mouth before she stuck out her tongue with a proud look*

Robin (awestruck): Wow...*grinning*

*Everybody else froze with disbelief and knew how she'll win...if she doesn't spit...she'll end up swallowing the water down her throat*

Catgirl: You guys will never get me to spit...*turning to Beast Boy* you really need a haircut monkey

*Beast Boy blushes as everyone laughs and Cyborg held his best friend back from killing Amalgam for his photo*

[brightfametexan]

A truck loaded with thousands of copies of Roget's Thesaurus crashed yesterday losing its entire load. Witnesses were stunned, startled, aghast, taken aback, stupefied, confused, shocked, rattled, paralyzed, dazed, bewildered, mixed up, surprised, awed, dumbfounded, nonplussed, flabbergasted, astounded, amazed, confounded, astonished, overwhelmed, horrified, numbed, speechless, and perplexed.

[kit-just-kit]

A truck loaded with thousands of copies of Roget's Thesaurus crashed yesterday losing its entire load. Witnesses were stunned, startled, aghast, taken aback, stupefied, confused, shocked, rattled, paralyzed, dazed, bewildered, mixed up, surprised, awed, dumbfounded, nonplussed, flabbergasted, astounded, amazed, confounded, astonished, overwhelmed, horrified, numbed, speechless, and perplexed.

[kikker-oma]

FROGGY OH MY GOODNESS THE FD PIECE IS AMAZING!!! TYSM FOR DOING IT! I cant breathe rn fr. I am absolutely flabbergasted. Shocked and awed. I woke up this morning and was SLAPPED IN THE FACE BY YOUR TALENT. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ARCHER ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I’m really glad you like it!! Sorry it took so long to do and I hope it was ok that I made it a whumptober prompt!

It was a fantastic, angst filled ask and I LOVED it 😍