#we stan v

[glitchinginthegarden]

She still knows what you're looking at, Johnny.

[decoyhounds]

"and fuck you"

that gagged me so bad, marie instantly switching from pleading with cate to telling her to go fuck herself as soon as she saw jordan suffering YUPPPP THAT'S MY SHIP.

and then of course blowing cate's entire fucking arm up the second she spotted her going for jordan OHHHHHH i couldve cried ive been waiting for protective marie this entire season

[nenoname]

i know we can assume that the red suit design was only made for tale of two stans and didnt exist when blendin's game was made + with the question mark pattern it would be more of a pain to animate, but the timing works out so that after stan hit rock bottom again in 1998 where not even his natural talent at running the mystery shack was lasting, he finally gave in and started wearing his dad's old suit...

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Mirabelle Ervine: Could you step back a little?

Ancano: *suspicious compliance*

Ancano: *Gets trampled by a horse*

[youreyeson1y]

never thought i'd hear chk chk boom be played at our school field on the speakers but we gone done it lol

[sexynetra]

You all moved on but I stayed here

[deus-ex-mona]

kinda thinking about t h e m again…

[roxannarambles]

So I was a little too eager to run around all of Paldea and did not realize there is lots of juicy extra lore/storylines scattered all across the University. Including a great Nemona storyline

She talks about how her interest in pokemon battling is, uhh, a little intense (imo she’s clearly neurodivergent) and how she became a Champion simply because of how much she loved pokemon battles (not because she had a specific goal to be a Champion). Then she talks about how students started to treat her differently after that, and how they dismissed her accomplishments, and nobody wanted to even battle her, so that’s when she started holding back and going easy on people, so that they’d actually fight her and so she could give them a chance to enjoy battling just like she did . . .

But it still made her sad that she could never fight to her full abilities, so that’s why she is so happy the player could give her that chance, to meet her truly as an equal and as someone who shared her intense love for battling

She is so damn cute I love her so much 😭 “Welcome to the Zona Nemona” asfhgjk

[hollewdz]

another one of the many prompts from the years of g/t daydreaming i have done

Waking up from a deep sleep, you find yourself absolutely covered in dirt. The fuck? It feels like you were buried, but with some effort you're able to sit up and brush yourself off. Looking around, you see miles and miles of open prairie and rolling hills. This must be a dream, you tell yourself. The sun hangs low in the sky, and you feel the chill of nightfall creeping up on you. The number one priority is finding somewhere to sleep for the night, not that you're super serious about the situation, considering you're still in dreamland. You decide west is the optimal travel direction, as it will give you at least a little more daylight. After an hour of walking with nothing in sight, you see a town on the horizon line- relief washes over you. Thank goodness, I didn't want to figure out a way to camp. Something's strange, though, as you're approaching this town. The perspective is off somehow, and soon enough you figure out what the problem is- It's frickin' tiny. Not only that, but the town looks... mediaeval? Sort of? Thatched roofs, cobblestone pathing, lit torches, a well-used horse stable are just a few of the things you notice.

Movement calls your attention, seeing tiny pairs of eyes peek from nearly drawn shutters, slamming shut as soon as your gaze meets theirs. "What the fuck?" you can't stop yourself from muttering. Looking down to your feet, you see you've trampled a tiny field you had failed to notice. "Shit-" you breath, moving to an open area. "H-hello? Can someone help me out? I don't know what's going on..." Coming to your knees with a slight panic slowly setting in, you try knocking on the windows to see if any of these tiny people can get you some answers. "Ow!" Something sharp pierced your thigh- quickly turning, you see a tiny man with an equally tiny pitchfork, trying desperately to yank it out of your leg, presumably to get another attack in. "Hey, can you- OW- Dude, I haven't even done anything-" you stammer, going to grab for the small assailant. "Stillnes ûs of pro ic syndrige, ent!" he yells, giving a grunt as your hand finally finds him, dwarfing his form. The pitchfork clatters to the cobbled ground as you sit up and address the tiny, angry villager flailing in your palm. "Man, can you chill out? I really only want to know what's going on, I'm not gonna go godzilla on you all or whatever," But, when you bring the man to eye level and really get a look at him, you see terror and a determination you hadn't expected. The lingering sting of the pitchfork buzzes on your leg, and slowly, you come to a realization. "Oh. This is definitely not a dream, huh?"

[azurafanclubpresident]

Idk why I deleted these off my page. Anyway here they are again :3

[smtown-tourist]

YOUR generation has Taekook:

But MY generation had JongKey:

[schnaf]

23 days until jungsu's 23nd birthday

day 19 - the cutest cameraman

[philhoffman]

Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous shot of Phil at a press tour party in Pasadena, CA, in 1996!!!

I bought the original 35mm slide from eBay and I don’t have access to my scanner to get a high-quality, un-watermarked copy yet, but I couldn’t wait to share it!! Absolutely one of my favorite photos of him ever ❤️

[antaripirate]

concept: kell all cosy with his hair all fluffy and a little orange kitten to keep him company until lila gets back from doing god knows what (probably something illegal)

[maiteo]

yewnited kys

[constantvariations]

Yknow, instead of basing a lackluster at best character off a nazi, Coco could have been Chajka, based off the heroic Chajka Klinger, a jewish woman who was essentially a scribe of history

You can even keep the minibag machine gun considering the history of jewish women hiding guns in their purses