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[kaisenoyi]

Ten C ss25

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[rexdosethings]

I get the feeling that this is a bit of a one way mission for BH and most/some of the characters won't make it back from the moon.

Which is fine when considering them as beloved graph paper characters, because as much as I love them this is simply a story told with graph paper.

But from the perspective of BH thinking about how it must feel to them, going up against something so unimaginable like a god eater is crazy, like willingly walking into that could be your end idk how I'd cope with that, probably not sleep too well the night before. It definitely is pulling in the existential horror themes Matt was talking about in the four-set to dive and you can definitely start to feel that in the characters going into this final stretch of time because we'll the characters may believe that they will see this through and as a group may live I don't (sorry) expect this to have some casualties and how terrifying it is to go into something knowing you will probably die is crazy.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Lacemaker from Tence, Velay region of central France

French vintage postcard

[james--murray]

[a grumble comes from littlemores room, loud and gruff]

...

[cowcowwow]

Trick or treat!!! :3

Drew ye as a VULPIX!!! :DD With maybe a lil skitty mixed in but who's to say >:3

[english-learning-hub]

Present Perfect Tense Passive voice with Examples

[theaceofarrows]

Damian: Todd, what the past tence of William Shakespeare? I need to know for an essay

Jason: Wil-

Dick: [holding back laughter] William- [giggles] William SHOOKSPEARED!

Jason:

Damian:

Jason: [turns to Damian] Do you want me to kill him? Or do you want to?

[micahberkhoff]

...

Micah found out about Elizas disappearance from Liv, and started looking for her. She said that she wasn't coming back home, but he had to try. That was his sister for God's sake! It surprising didn't take long.... as he followed smoke. Buildings were burning down, with people in them. So he helped, he telaported into them and took everyone out safely, burning himself in the process.

Thank you! Thank you so much! You saved my mom!

U-uh.... not a-

And that's when he saw her. She didn't look anything like herself, she shaved half of her head, dyed her hair black and red, and was wereing a black shirt. The only way he was able to tell, was her necklace. She kept it. He found her.

Micah would run to her, as she slipped into an alley

Eliza! Hey! Uh.... i like the new look? But you gotta come home! Come one! We're worried about you!

She didn't say anything. Not having an expression. He tenced, what the hell was wrong with her? After a few minutes of thick silence, she spoke

You shouldn't have come

He was shocked. What!? That's.... no! Of course he came! Why wouldn't he!?

Eliza come on! Come with me we can fix-

As he walked closer, her could feel a sharp pain In his arm, looking down, there was a nasty cut, and and dagger close to him. Did she....

Its not Eliza anymore....

He would get closer, and she would throw a dagger at his other arm, making him hiss. For the first time, he was scared of his sister.

Its Blaze

She walked past him, not even looking. He would stare at where she used to be, before shutting his eyes and telaporting back home. He would land in a hallway, griping on both of his arms

FUCK!

He needed to patch himself up. But he was in shock. His own sister, who always wanted to protect them at any cost.... hurt him...

@its-gambit

[bezesta]

Virus de la musique (2012) Tence Mena

[fire-eyed-raven]

Tried to write down my thoughts on this one and it's almost looking like I would be attempting to write a fanfic...

For the first time in 8 years

And not in my native language as well

🤯😬

Why do I doing this to myself

Okay

Okay

Yesterday when I tried to fall asleep my mind sprang on me another HashiMada AU but this time of "Izuna lives" theme.

Maybe I'll post about it later

It's somewhat unconventional because peace treaty between Uchiha and Senju still happens but it almost destroys Madara's relationship with Izuna and his clan.

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will... r/WeaponizedIncompetence (Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader)

W.C: ~1.6k

Warnings: Teasing? The below joke...

He weapon on my Incompe until I Tence

A/N: I know that this isn't exactly what weaponized incompetence is, but I feel like he would be teased for it nonetheless.

Prompt: "A pretends to not know how to work appliances around the office (photocopier, coffee machine, etc.) so that B will help them. " from this prompt list by @deity-prompts

Smosh Masterlist

THE moment you entered the offices of Smosh inc. you'd made your daily beeline to the kettle. Whatever the day called for; instant coffee, tea or hot chocolate, the water never seemed to boil fast enough for your early morning impatience, Then again, the moment it began to whistle and you swept it off the stove your sense of urgency always seemed to dissipate. So today after fixing your cup, you breathed a simple sigh as you lifted the ceramic up to your lip. Standing in blissful silence you remained somehow unaware of the chaos a few feet away in the bullpen.

When your drink had cooled enough for you to sip comfortably, you concluded it was time to officially begin your workday. Stepping out of the kitchen you were suddenly aware of the cacophony only a few desks away, you watched as an exasperated Spencer, swaddled in his Oodie amongst the morning chill, waving off Tommy and Erin as he loudly proclaimed his comprehension of how the copier worked. Hands in the air the other two had backed away, eyes wide with light smiles tugging the corners of their mouths up into their cheeks.

A brief conversation with Luke later and your mug had barely kissed the pleather of your desk mat before a miniscule clearing of a throat had you turning on the spot. Standing in front of you was a sheepish Spencer, his hands fiddling with a strange piece of greyish plastic. As his eyes aggressively avoided your own, the rubber of his soles squeaked against the floor as his feet all but tap danced in apparent nerves.

'um-Hey do you know how to work the copier?- this uh -piece came off.' You gave him a warm smile and a nod as best to quench his unease, Settling your cup down once again, you found yourself wordlessly following him over to the machine.

'Don't worry about this-' you took the plastic from his hands; '-it always comes loose' before placing it back into the mouth of the copier, and snapping it into place.

'So-um what are you hoping to copy?' turning around to check the paper tray, your awaited an answer that didn't come... So craning your neck around you spotted the dumbfounded look all over his face, seemingly lost already. Presuming it was your actions that stifled his linguistic abilities you started again, 'Oh yeah sorry, so this tray-' you paused to gesture to the part and to check he had indeed snapped from his stupor.

'Just needs whatever paper you want it printed on- It runs out all the time, so its always worth a check if you're running into problems. Speaking of...' Extending a hand in his direction you forced yourself to remain straight-faced as his fingers brushed yours as he handed over the page.

'Sorry about this by the way, but at least its a short one. right? cause its only one page?' His voice was unsure but when you moved your head in confirmation his posture straightened. 'definitely! And whenever you need to do a longer one just give me a yell. yeah?' Spencer only smiled in response, glad for your offer as you continued; 'But for now, you just have to put the page in here and then you press...'

YOUR drink had already grown cold, long since forgotten in the multitude of tasks that filled your morning. Spencer was fiddling, today, with a notebook; a haphazard table drawn out on the grid paper. 'Hey- sorry- um do you know how to work the scheduling setup? I need to organize for next shoot week for games and I'm not sure how to use the new system.' Shaking your head you fixed him with a teasingly critical look, 'Tsk tsk tsk Spencer, didn't you do the new training module?'

He sighed in relief at your attempt at jest before starting to explain his confusion as he turned to walk away from your desk. 'Well uh-you know Alex usually handles it, but 'cause he's on holiday, I've got to...' He trailed off somewhat as he looked over his shoulder, now a few meters from your desk he pouted until you pushed out your chair and stood to follow him back to his own desk. With a slight roll of your eyes you trailed along behind him, considering how best to explain what was... plain and simple, a colour coded version of the exact same old system. As he settled into his chair you made quick work of pulling up the excel sheet, well somewhat 'quick', you weren't exactly rushing to leave his side.

'So yeah, it's simple enough, just check the column for the time slots and the rows for the cast members down the side there...' trailing off, the hand you had used to explain your point dropping to the desk as you noted his eyes once again set on you. It wasn't until you raised a brow in his direction he managed to stutter out a measly; 'What?'

THIS time your work day was almost over, only a couple more emails to reply to and you were free as a bird. Nevertheless when you spotted the familiar fluffy head of hair slinking up to your desk, your mug in hand alongside his own, you struggled to find an ounce of frustration within yourself at the interruption. A new addition to what was now a commonplace occurrence in your day to day at Smosh, was the dusting of pink in his cheeks and dancing across his nose.

Spencer seemed somewhat reluctant to speak so you silently stood to follow him wherever he needed your help. Flashing you a brief and timid smile in appreciation he spun on the spot and scurried ahead to the kitchen.

Clawing at a shred of composure and dignity you managed to stop yourself from darting after the receding editor, instead settling on what you hoped was a casual stroll.

It was not.

Catching up to him you waited for him to explain what he so desperately wanted your assistance with. Spencer gestured towards the kettle that sat heating atop the flame of the stovetop. when your blank stare returned to him he finally spoke, 'I've had it on there for like ten minutes and it's not doing the whistling thing,' he forced a quick exhale before keeping going, 'I thought it was only meant to take a few minutes.' His tone was high and incredulous, appearing to be utterly stumped by the small device.

Narrowing your eyes, you looked back and forth between Spencer and the kettle for a solid moment until a muttered 'please?' fell from his lips.

Caught of guard by the desperation in the word, yet still reeling from what you now had to conclude was a serious question, you stepped forward and flicked down the small spout cap without a word. In that same moment the room was filled with the all to familiar screeching whistle of the device, all the while keeping a narrow stare focused on his face, a small part still disbelieving in his confusion.

Spencer's now fully blushing expression followed your movements as you stepped back. Filling the space in turn, he retrieved the kettle and poured both mugs full with water, quieting the noise all together.

More shy than ever he placed your mug on the counter by your side, a soft 'thank you' snapping you from your stare, and painting a boisterous smile on your lips at the released absurdity of the situation of the past few minutes. 'My pleasure Spencer' you muttered back, still astounded by the preceding minutes.

'TODAY on Reddit Stories our theme is r/WeaponizedIncompetence.'

You had some spare time during your day and had decided to spend it watching the filming of the next Pit Reddit video.

'So today we have IAN! an expert in-'

'Being and absolute WEAPON!' The man himself cut Shayne off with a flurry of flexing and groaning before he slowly took his seat, allowing the other man to continue.

'And we also have Spencer! who's an expert in-' Ian cut him off once again with a cry of 'Incompetence!' Ian, of course, laughed at his own interjection, but was this time quickly discouraged,.

'No... Spencer here, is our office's master of weaponized incompetence.' Shayne dissolved into giggles and Ian guffawed at the look of offence all over Spencer's face, 'I don't think I-'.

Shayne was quick to dispel his concern, somewhat.

'Not all the time, and definitely not with just anyone, but you do it often enough. Its okay Spence we know its not at all malicious.'

As Spencer continued to dismiss the accusations the other two men were making, Ian had fixed his sights on you, with a look that was clearly trying to get you to join the conversation. Shaking your head vehemently in response, you averted your gaze, ignoring him all together, until of course the smart arse spoke up.

'That reminds me-', Ian pouted as he called your name, and out of the corner of your eye you noted a camera panning your way.

'Yes Ian?' you ground out through gritted teeth.

The man in question had clasped his hands together against his chest, pressed his cheek to a raised shoulder and was adamantly batting his eyelashes as he carried on.

'Can you edit a games video for me? I-um don't know how... I'm just a widdle guy...'

Rolling your eyes at his antics, you curtly agreed before promptly deciding to leave the set and let them work.

Back at your desk, a fresh mug of hot chocolate by your side, your day continued to pass as it always did; productive... up until scuttling feet entered your line of sight.

'So...Spencer? Need help with editing? I wouldn't want to leave my widdle guy all lost and alone.'

[givethispromptatry]

Appetence

(Ap-pet-tence)

Noun

An eager desire or instinctive inclination. An attraction or a natural bond.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Beaujeu footbridge by Tence, Velay region of central France

French vintage postcard

[child-of-harpocrates]

*Ally nodded*

{open Starter} sad

*You wanted to check on Ally since you haven't seen her all day, she was usually easy to spot but she wasn't today. So you kept looking for her, then after about half an hour you notice that all the sound disappeared and when you came near the middle you saw it was Ally's doing. But instead of her normal happy self she was pretty sad just looking at the ground and silently crying*

What do you do?

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[ten-nin]

Gale and Tenced (Tav)