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wisted-twunderland · 10 months

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TWST boys go to Disneyland!

Heartslabyul

Ace: Is an absolute fiend on the teacups and knows which one spins the fastest (the orange diamond) and how to really get it spinning.

Deuce: Gets spun too fast on the teacups by Ace and throws up. When he feels better he enjoys being the Pilot on Smuggler's Run.

Cater: Documents the whole thing on Magicam in real time. He gets all of the classic shots, like the selfie in front of the castle, holding up the Dole Whip in front of the Tiki Room, etc.

Trey: Spends a lot of time on Main Street sampling all the different confectionaries. Also sits with Deuce after he throws up.

Riddle: Will ride the Alice in Wonderland ride and talk about all the historical inaccuracies to anyone who will listen.

Savannaclaw

Leona: He's been dragged here too many times with his nephew and made to ride all the kiddie rides, so he'd rather skip the whole thing and nap in the hotel room. But when he is inevitably dragged to the park, he enjoys the atmosphere of Adventureland and eats an unreal amount of meat skewers from Bengal Barbeque.

Ruggie: Doesn't go because it's too expensive. Nah I'm just kidding, he goes, but he definitely packs all his own food. Goes through the bakery tour and the Ghirardelli factory tour for the free bread and chocolate until he's told he can't have any more free samples.

Jack Howl: He likes Frontierland best, because it's the least crowded (and the cactus landscaping is exceptional).

Octavinelle

Azul: He's not big on rides, but he really enjoys scouring the historical showcases at the front of the park. As the owner of his own up and coming mega-conglomerate, he is eager to glean any information he can about the park and its rise to fame (and fortune).

Jade: He's very eager to get a selfie in from the yellow mushroom in Fantasyland, claiming its because of its historical significance. (Did you know it used to be a ticket booth?)

Floyd: Rides any and all of the roller coasters as many times as possible. Is not above pushing past little kids to run to the next ride.

Scarabia

Kalim: Is as excited as any kid there. Wants to see and do everything, and cries at the fireworks at the end of the day.

Jamil: Spends most of his time trying to keep up with Kalim and make sure he drinks some water once in a while. Enjoys the music and the parade more than he lets on.

Pomfiore

Vil: Enjoys the park from under a sun parasol, UV shades, and a high SPF sunscreen. He HATES that Snow White's Scary Adventure has been turned into *~*Snow White's Enchanted Wish*~*. The kids of today are WEAK.

Rook: He is hunting aiming to meet as many characters as possible and get them to sigh in his hit signature book.

Epel: Makes it his goal to sample every kind of candy apple in each of its differently decorated forms (Poor bear apple, Mickey ears apple, marshmallow apple, baby yoda apple, etc). Also a roller coaster fanatic.

Ignihyde

idia: Rides Buzz Lightyear's Astro Blaster's over and over trying to beat the all time high score (it's his). Knows where all the best targets are and can turn the cart with one hand while shooting with the other. ("This is the OG of interactive rides, even though Toy Story Mania may be more modern, this ride paved the way. At the time getting your picture taken and sending it to friends via email was unheard of but this ride blah blah blah blah...)

Ortho: Enjoys Pirates of the Carribean for its theming and "primitive robotics". Likes Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln for the same reason.

Diasomnia

Malleus: Will purchase and consume a Mickey shaped ice cream bar at every opportunity (He knows where all the ice cream carts are by the end of trip). He finds Fantasia amusing and says that the dragon is a "passable likeness".

Lillia: He's amazed at how much the park has changed since he was last here ("Star Wars Land? That area used to be a petting zoo.") Enjoys Haunted Mansion and startling Sebek in the queue.

Sebek: "We need to make sure we use our Lightning Lane at precisely 3:30, and then we must get to Goofy's Kitchen immediately after for our character dining experience, after which we must reserve our spot for the fireworks..." He's extremely concerned with getting the most out of the trip and ensuring that Malleus has a good time (Malleus doesn't care).

Silver: Enjoys the Sleeping Beauty walkthrough, as it is dark, full of vintage charm, and uncrowded. Falls asleep before the fireworks ever start.

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m0llygunn · 6 months

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candy curse (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: like a grim curse, each and every halloween night you are doomed to the worst of belly aches... noble hearted as always, eddie works his own magic to soothe your woes

cw: candy overconsumption; no comments made by eddie (or anyone) about how much candy reader has eaten, candy being 'bad', or negative talk about eating; fluff; comfort. an: the summary makes it sound like smut but its not its just candy lol wc: 1.8k

This isn’t the first time you’ve done this. Not by a long shot.

If truth be told, you are well versed in the Halloween candy belly aches– so well versed that it seems nearly impossible for you not to do it. Every year, belly ache after belly ache, you still remain none the wiser. There is nothing that anybody could say or do that could prevent this yearly occurrence, and Eddie is well aware of that.

“Think that’s it for the trick or treaters tonight,” he says exuding the confidence of a veteran candy-giver-outer.

Passing from the kitchen to the front door, he locks the deadbolt, switching the front porch light out. He’s not wrong though, the last group of trick or treaters must have been an hour ago. It’s safe to say the night is yours and Eddie’s now.

“That was fun!” you sing excitedly.

Normally the party goers, this year you both decided subdued was the move, and subdued meant handing out candy at Eddie's place for the very first time. Veteran candy-giver-outers you are not, but it was cozy and cute seeing all the kiddies parade in their costumes with Eddie. It felt like domesticity at its peak and you can only hope to see more of it in your futures.

He crosses the living room towards the couch, aiming to sit next to you, but just nearly knocks his knee on the coffee table. The slight breeze of his close call sends a red coloured wrapper sailing to the carpeted floor, but neither of you bother with it just yet. Instead, he sits, handing you a glass of water that you didn't ask for but appreciate all the more.

“I didn't know so many kids lived in the trailer park these days," you say, eyes following him as he settles next to you.

“Oh yeah,” he says with a chortled emphasis. “So many. Arguably too many,” he jokes.

Taking a sip of the water, you set it down on the coffee table before leaning into Eddie. You lay your front against his side, resting your chin on his chest, tilting your face up to look at him. He meets your gaze, encouraging your closeness with arms that wrap around you, jetting out his lips— silently asking for a kiss. You close the distance without a second thought.

It’s a chaste thing, just a peck, but he pulls back with amused eyes and a widened smile as he licks his lips.

“You taste sweet,” he says.

“Yeah?” you ask, licking your own lips. He’s not wrong.

He licks his lips a second time, brow inquisitively quirking upwards. “Skittles or starburst?” he questions.

Grin wide as can be, “both,” you reply. He returns your flashy smile with mirth, shaking his head.

“Is that why you’re so sweet?” Boo. Corny and he knows it too with the way his smile pulls to the side, entirely too boyish, entirely too cute for you to call him out for it.

The stream of cult classic horror that has been the background noise of the evening becomes the main event as you both lazy away the rest of the night. After a few minutes of silent watching and tooth rotting cuddling, the black plastic cauldron at the front door begs for your attention. All of the shimmery and shiny contents— the dragon's wealth of mini chocolate treats and the witch's hoard of chewy colorful candy, it calls for you.

Eddie’s grip around your shoulders loosens as you slide from your spot next to him. Rolling off the couch, just barely falling to your feet, and quickly pushing up to a stance in a less than eloquent maneuver, he laughs softly as your lack of poise… or maybe he just knows what you're up to.

In a scurry, not unlike a wild creature of the night, you dash to the front door, grabbing the thin handle of the cauldron and claiming your goods. Eddie smiles at you, eyes beaming with what you hope is adoration.

“Bring it here then. We worked hard for that,” he says, motioning his head for you to come back, patting your seat with a heavy hand.

“Worked so hard,” you sigh through your giggle. “Seeing all of those adorable kids dressed up in cutesy costumes. Absolutely exhausting,” you continue, making Eddie laugh. Plopping back down on the couch you situate the cauldron to fit snugly between yours and Eddie’s thighs.

Like a couple of eager witches brewing the potion of the century, you and Eddie excitedly stir your hands through the cauldron, faces tilting downwards as you riffle for your pick of the metaphorical poison.

You, a fun-size twix bar, him, a mini box of milk duds, it’s all plastic crinkles and sticky teeth between the two of you. And of course, you can’t stop at just one. The marvelous collection of candy is far too enticing to not have more. Not to mention, it really is just plain addicting.

Brain rotting from the movie, you don’t even have the opportunity to notice how much candy you’ve eaten— especially when Eddie got up halfway through your milk-chocolate-candy-malt massacre and took all of the garbage with him. On his quick trip to the kitchen to get you a refill of water and himself a beer, he took all the physical proof of how much candy was consumed with him. At least if you saw the proof, maybe you would have gotten the hint to take it easy… or maybe you're just making excuses…

You truly had no idea how much chocolate and candy you had eaten until you felt the first sickly feeling in your stomach. Fortunately, it passed after a few minutes. Nothing a little water couldn’t fix— you made sure to drink lots.

Some more time had passed and you kept watching the movie. Eddie, the most thoughtful, cuddly companion, had offered you half of his Kit Kat, and you couldn’t say no. Then, to your demise, he opened a full sized package of pop rocks, pouring way too much of it in your mouth and the rest into his. The two of you crackled and popped together, giggling and laughing. What an image it must have been— the two of you huddled around the cauldron still, cackling like witches over the magic of pop rocks.

Gulping water like it’s anti-poison, you still felt relatively fine— the excitement of the night's little idiosyncrasies serving as the greatest magic circle, protecting you from yourself.

Unfortunately, as the night dwindled and the clock struck beyond midnight, you hadn’t stopped at the pop rocks. Possessed by the ghosts of Halloween, you went in for another twix, half a box of milk duds, some more skittles, and the devil knows what else.

You wish you could say it hit you all at once, but it was slow coming and your hand in the cauldron of candy was relentless. Eventually it was too much and you moved the cauldron to the coffee table, tapping out for the night. To say your stomach hurt was an understatement.

In the agony of your belly ache, you bit by bit began to take over the couch, sprawling yourself over Eddie in the process. First it was simply stretching your limbs out in an attempt to alleviate the overbearing pain in your tummy, then it was a little more than that as you leaned further and further into Eddie’s side. He had accommodated you, absentmindedly scooching over so you had more space for your body to stretch out and your legs to hang over the arm of the couch. He welcomed your head into his lap, running a hand over your forehead, petting down your hair.

Embarrassment kept you from saying anything. Every year you do this, and every year you swear up and down that it's the last. It never is, but that doesn't stop you from pretending. You put on your best brave face, but when you accidentally let out a low, zombie-like groan, Eddie looks down at you. Concern precedes his features, but amusement doesn't linger too far behind.

“Sore belly?” he asks. You can tell he's doing his best to hold back his smile to spare your feelings but the effort clearly isn't good because the corners of his lips still turn up.

You nod weakly, embarrassment gone with the wind. “Why didn’t you stop me?” you groan. He brings his palm to the side of your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

“It’s tradition,” he says fondly. He's not making fun of you… but he's making fun of you.

“It’s a bad tradition,” you say with a pained whine. His amusement in the matter takes over, and his good health is taunting. Totally ache free, he smiles widely at you.

“I don’t know…” he starts, eyes twinkling in a loving tease. “I always come out of it looking pretty good ‘cause I get to rub your belly and kiss you better.”

Pouting out your lip, you frown at him, focusing all your dwindling energy into pinching your brows. He tilts his face to the side, pouting his own lip out— mocking you.

“Eddie,” you whine, weakly lifting your arm to swat at him. He laughs, grabbing your arm and pressing a kiss to your wrist before setting it back down to your side.

“Well, think of it this way, at least it's just candy this year. Not candy and alcohol,’ he says, raising a brow.

Entirely unhelpful because it's entirely true— and does absolutely nothing to get rid of your belly ache. It also doesn't help that he still looks beyond pleased with himself, and you— you continue to live in envy of him for not feeling an identical wrath to the one simmering in your poor, poor tummy.

“We’ll see how good you look when I throw up pop rocks all over you,” you mumble, cuddling closer to him, closing your eyes to help ease the pain.

“My poor baby,” he laughs. Leaning downwards, he presses a kiss to the edge of your forehead.

“Rub my tummy please,” you ask pitifully.

“Course,” he replies. A warm, flattened palm finds its way to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles, helping you relax, banishing the ache with each tender loving pass of his hand.

What a dreadful thing to be hexed with. Like a spell casted, damning you year after year for the rest of your life, a haunting belly ache, each and every Halloween. Jinxed by your own foolishness.

Not even a kiss from your true love could save you… you have to admit, it does help though. If you have to live with this terrible, horrible curse, you’re absolutely bewitched to have Eddie’s kisses, cuddles, and belly rubs to get you through it.

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happy halloween ty! <3

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabble

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lullabyes22-blog · 11 months

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You've answered alcohol tolerance levels for the Arcane characters. What about dancing? Who has the best moves?

By order of least likely to dance well to most likely:

Viktor - Sadly, as a casualty of his health condition more than his need to use a cane, he sits out every dance. But he's got a secret appreciation for rhythm; will tap his feet and clap along with the beat, while looking wistfully out into the dance floor. Sometimes, you'll catch him humming a catchy tune from the party the next day... ("Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard / When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard... hmm, Jayce, what does 'slizard' mean?")

Signature move: Agrees to thump the table while you do the Bart Simpson.

Caitlyn - She was classically trained in ballroom dancing by family tutors. Cassandra expected her daughter to carry herself well at social gatherings. Unfortunately, she hadn't anticipated that her daughter would have two left feet and the rhythmic competence of a sunstruck sump-vole. Girl cannot dance to save her life. The natural grace she displays in the shooting range is displaced by backtracking stumbles and profuse apologies each time she steps on someone's foot. Which is... often. ("I'll, erm, fetch some drinks, shall I?" - proceeds to disappear and never return to the dance floor again. )

Signature move: Accidentally slapping someone in the face during a minuet.

Jayce - He's so goshdarn awkward. Like Caitlyn, he's received tutelage in classical dancing; his father was fleet on his feet, and Ximenia hoped her boy would literally follow in his footsteps. Unfortunately, Jayce has inherited his mother's adorkably awful sense of rhythm. Unlike Caitlyn, he's good at keeping up and following the steps. But he doesn't enjoy it at all - and it shows. Will waltz you around like a teenager forced to be sociable at the prom, and look for the narrowest excuse to dip. ("Oh, is that Councilor Bolbo? Let me go say hello." Jayce, that's not Councilor Bolbo. That's a coat rack...)

Signature move: The self-conscious shuffleshuffle until he's safely barricaded behind the dessert table.

Vi - Her best footwork is in the boxing ring, not the dance floor. She can move credibly enough, and even throws in a few funky moves. Will do the Dougie, first goofily, then in perfect sync. But on the whole, her dancing looks a bit like pre-game warm-ups. Bonus: those hips get to work when the beat is right. It's almost like a precursor to when she's powering up to throw a punch. Oof, she did throw a punch. ("What? The creep grabbed your ass!" Sssh. It's ok, Vi. Let's sit this one out and treat ourselves to some nachos...)

Signature move: Shadowboxing in time with the beat. It's mad fun to watch.

Vander - He isn't particularly fond of dancing, but any boxer knows it has its uses for building endurance and balance. Will get downright over-the-top with the Dad moves to crack the kids up, but for such a large man, he's surprisingly light on his feet. Bonus: if you're into it, he will absolutely pick you up and twirl you like a baton. ("Mind your head doesn't hit the ceiling fan, luv. Blood's a bitch to scrub out." What? He's kidding!)

Signature move: The Sprinkler. The kiddies love that one. Also the Anti-Gravity Lean. For shits and giggles, he'll sometimes pretend he's about to fall on you. Timbeeeeeeer!

Sevika: On the whole, she'd rather be playing cards at a party. But if she's in the mood to get the sweat flowing, she will decamp to the dancefloor. She moves with the sort of strutting grace of a prized thoroughbred at a parade. She also goes for solo dance styles rather than partner dancing. Feel free to admire her from afar - but you'll need a few shots of tequila and a shitload of courage to approach her while she's in her zone. ("Either you've got two lazy eyes, sweetheart, or you really like my tits..." What-? No! Well, yes. But it was her footwork you were admiring! Her footwooooork!)

Signature move: A smooth scoop arm + languid hip sway when she's feeling the beat.

Silco - Do ya like Jazz? 'Cause this man has moves. That whippish physique translates into immaculately sharp footwork on the dance floor. Will do the Charleston like a champ and put those skanky little hips to work during a shimmy. He's also got a sly way of leading, even when he isn't, so more often than not, you'll be following his moves rather than the other way around. If you can keep up, you'll get a wry smile paired with a rarer compliment. If you can't, he will purr the meanest insults in your ear. ("Do try to put in the work. The Swing's not a spectator's sport." Try not to burst into tears. The last thing he needs is snot on his cravat.)

Signature move: On request, you will get the sluttiest Slut Drop. And he will hold eye contact. The. Entire. Time.

Mel - Naturally fluid and elegant. She glides like a swan in a boardroom; she unfurls like a blossom on the dance floor. Even Ambessa - grudgingly - acknowledges that her daughter knows how to make an impression through all forms of her art. She's skilled in most formalized forms of ballroom dance, but what gets her little golden motor revving is actually the more earthy styles of dance. It gives her a chance to let those closely-reined emotions come loose. ("'Slum it up' with you at an Undercity saloon? Now there's a notion... Perhaps later I might take you up on the offer." Shit - she said yes. Now what?)

Signature move: Piltover's equivalent of the Viennese Waltz. A highly advanced dance that she breezes through like schoolyard hopscotch.

Jinx - Some people should not be allowed to dance. Jinx is one of them. As with everything else, she takes things to a frightening extreme. She's already a walking acrophobia trigger. Also just a living breathing trigger. When she dances, it shows. She can transition with unnerving rapidity from cute flighty bouncing to a very provocative sinuosity to something out of a Junji Ito horror manga: all feral eyes and zero bones uncoiling to squeeze the life out of you. ("I call this move the lit fuse...or is it the boomstick?" Whatever she calls it, you've already gotten blown to smithereens. R.i.p.)

Signature move: Murder on the dancefloor. Actual, literal, screaming murder.

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humansofnewyork · 1 year

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(2/15) “Christmas, 1983. The year I learned it was all a dupe. I was twelve years old. And the holiday season began like any other. With my mother sitting me in front of the TV to watch the Thanksgiving Day parade. Every five minutes I’d run into the kitchen with updates: Mickey Mouse! Yogi Bear! But she just kept on cooking. ‘Tell me when he comes,’ she’d say. Then after what seemed like eternity, after the Pink Panther, after the Giant Turkey, after the mayor, the marching bands, the baton twirlers, after everything that wasn’t Christmas. Poof! There he’d be. Waving down from his plastic sleigh. I’d yell into the kitchen: ‘Here he comes! Here he comes!’ And my mother would come running in, wearing her schmock, her ‘schmata,’ a wooden spoon in one hand. And her eyes would fill with tears. Santa! The real Santa. This wasn’t the Bloomingdale’s Santa. This wasn’t the Santa from King’s Plaza Mall. Those were Santa’s helpers. Santa needs helpers, he can’t be everywhere at once. Because after the parade he goes to the eighth floor of the 34th Street Macy’s. Where for five glorious weeks he collects the wishes of children. After Thanksgiving dinner we’d gather around the calendar and choose a night to go. Every single year; since I was a newborn. When the night arrived we’d pile onto the N-Train, the Brooklyn Polar Express. Drops you right across the street from Macy’s. Then it’s onto the escalators: up, up, up, until the stairs turn wooden. Santa looked a little different back then. They weren’t exactly going for authenticity. But that made no difference to my mother. She’d speak to this man like he was real: ‘Oh Santa, you look so nice. Oh Santa, we come every year.’ My two younger brothers went next. Steve asked for a baseball glove. Anthony asked for his first ever bicycle, with a basket on the front. Then it was my turn. That year I knew exactly what I wanted. I’d been seeing the commercials on TV for weeks. A full set of Tannen’s magic tricks: color-changing rabbits, disappearing coke bottles. These weren’t close-up kiddie tricks. These were real parlor tricks. Stuff that you could do on a stage. This was the year I’d finally become a real magician.”

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bwoahtastic · 5 months

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Max and Dan doing the drivers parade in the same car but it's Logans first GP so Red Bull put two kiddy seats in the back so Max can drive his whole family around

Oh plss!!

Max would be so excited to see the kiddie seats! Charles zooms ever instsntly cos he likes the parades and just flops into his kiddie seat and yells at papa to fasten the seat belt! Max chuckling and carefully lifting Logan in too, kissing his head and making sure he holds the lamb tight!

Maybr Dan sits in the back of the car with the boys and Max drives and watches them in the mirror!

#asks #abo adoption

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dwampyverse-tournaments · 6 months

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Best (Standard) Phineas and Ferb Episode Tournament | Round 1

November 6

Just Passing Through vs. Moon Farm

The Ballad of Badbeard vs. Run Away Runway

The Curse of Candace vs. Picture This

Jerk De Soleil vs. Tree to Get Ready

November 7

Lotsa Latkes vs. Return Policy

Greece Lightning vs. Suddenly Suzy

Journey to the Center of Candace vs. The Fast and the Phineas

Mind Share vs. Hip Hip Parade

November 8

Bad Hair Day vs. Mandace

Got Game? vs. Mommy Can You Hear Me?

De Plane! De Plane! vs. Nerdy Dancin'

Buford Confidential vs. Just Our Luck

February 7

Operation Crumb Cake vs. Great Balls of Water

A Phineas and Ferb Family Christmas vs. The Inator Method

Perry Lays an Egg vs. What a Croc!

Candace Gets Busted! vs. The Belly of the Beast

February 9

Backyard Aquarium vs. La Candace-Cabra

Monster from the Id vs. Tri-State Treasure: Boot of Secrets

Ready for the Bettys vs. The Flying Fishmonger

Day of the Living Gelatin vs. Not Phineas and Ferb

February 12

Steampunx vs. Sci-Fi Pie Fly

Attack of the 50-Foot Sister vs. Face Your Fear

Isabella and the Temple of Sap vs. Cheers for Fears

Bully Bust vs. Just Desserts

February 14

Bee Story vs. Crack that Whip!

S'Winter! vs. Toy to the World

Ask a Foolish Question vs. The Best Lazy Day Ever

Bee Day vs. Robot Rodeo

TBD

Thaddeus and Thor vs. The Mom Attractor

Backyard Hodgepodge vs. Let's Bounce

Gi-Ants vs. For Your Ice Only

Bubble Boys vs. Imperfect Storm

TBD

Drusselsteinoween vs. The Magnificent Few

Spa Day vs. She's the Mayor

Misperceived Monotreme vs. No More Bunny Business

The Bully Code vs. The Secret of Success

TBD

Run, Candace, Run vs. Love at First Byte

Lights, Candace, Action! vs. That's the Spirit!

Fly on the Wall vs. Candace Loses Her Head

A Hard Day's Knight vs. The Lizard Whisperer

TBD

Voyage to the Bottom of Buford vs. Atlantis

Der Kinderlumper vs. Candace's Big Day

Boyfriend from 27,000 B.C. vs. Phineas and Ferb-Busters!

Leave the Busting to Us! vs. Make Play

TBD

Ain't No Kiddie Ride vs. One Good Turn

Quietest Day Ever vs. Last Train to Bustville

Meatloaf Surprise vs. That Sinking Feeling

Father's Day vs. Thanks But No Thanks

TBD

Put that Putter Away vs. Mom's in the House

Hide and Seek vs. What'd I Miss?

The Doof Side of the Moon vs. Perry the Actorpus

Don't Even Blink vs. Sleepwalk Surprise

Get That Bigfoot Outa My Face! vs. Raging Bully

***Please note that several episodes are bypassing round 1***

#pnf #pnf episodes #pnf episodes tournament #phineas and ferb #dwampyverse #poll #poll tournament #tournament poll #poll bracket #dwampyverse tournament

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scullys-scalpel · 9 months

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I'm still running on the high of watching Pride Parade. When I was bingeing the first 4 seasons and came to On the Run I was like nothing is gonna upstage Jackie Daytona, then I came to The Escape and was like there is no fucking way it gets better then Baron Afanas' charred torso riding a golden retriever hellhound, then riding in a pink kiddie sized hummer. Next I got to Go Flip Yourself and thought it to be the most genius episode to date. THEN season 5 premiered and episode 1 & 2 are both bangers THEN FUCKING EPISODE 3: Pride Parade. Like are you kidding me! I have tried to explain this episode to my coworkers, showed them gif sets, and those methods do not do it justice. This was one of, it not the funniest episodes of any show I have ever seen in my LIFE. I cannot wait to see what the rest of the season holds!

#this is the blueprint for comedic shows for me #wwdits #an appreciation post #what we do in the shadows #honestly every episode is a banger #random text post

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tapperhet-em · 5 months

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“You doing okay back there, Princess?” Lorcan looked in the rear view to check on Meeri. He would have preferred to have her riding shotgun, but there were too many eyes out for that. In the backseat with Melba was the safest. She kept right behind him when she was sitting up, and so far that had gone well. When they had stopped for gas, she’d put Lorcan’s jacket over her head and a wadded up blanket over her legs. Even he had a hard time telling she was there. They were making good time and she was safe, and that was all he cared about.

“Yeah, just getting tired again. Do you mind if I take another nap?” The constant up and down of her adrenaline levels had a huge part to do with how she was feeling, she was sure. It seemed like every time that they thought that they could relax, something would alert Lorcan that there were more soldiers around. Thankfully, no one looked too closely in the jeep with Melba losing her mind next to him.

“Sweetheart, do whatever you need to. I’ve got this. If I need help staying awake, I’ll wake you up. Okay.” Again he looked in the rear view mirror. Lorcan was actually worried about her. Physically she was fine but he knew mentally she'd had a day none of them could imagine. Then there had been the damn trip to the Jeep. “But hey, M?”

“Hmm? What?” Her chin once more was resting on his seat back so she could talk low to him, since she was tired.

“We’re good, right? Right?” It had been bugging him since they went through the outer gate at the city. He hated how he’d had to get her to the Jeep. Guilt had been eating at him. You didn’t treat friends like that, and she was more than just a friend.

“Lo,” affection filled her voice as one arm came to wrap around his upper chest, high enough not to interfere with his steering. “Of course we are. Stop over thinking.” She hugged him lightly. “If you’re worried about earlier, if you hadn’t done what you did, I wouldn’t be here with you. You got me out of the city alive. You and Melba.” Meeri leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “You know you’re not bad for a big brother.” For a few minutes she laid her head on his shoulder over the back of the seat.

“Yeah, well you know me. I can’t stop chewing on something till I’m sure.” One of his hands left the steering wheel to hold hers and bring it up so he could kiss the back. “You’re pretty cool for a little sister too. Don’t tell the others I said that, they’ll think I’m going soft.” That earned him a soft laugh, which made him smile. The group really were like family in many ways. Maybe that’s why Meeri’s father had never liked the guys, and had turned on her in the end.

The former King had been a stickler for protocol and gender conformity, so his tomboy daughter running around with four paiges as a child had not set well. As she'd aged it had set even less well when she would have one of them as her escort to royal balls and galas. Her never having shown interest in any of the Princes paraded through also probably didn’t help, especially coupled with the fact someone would have to be blind not to see Einar was in love with her. Lorcan wasn’t for sure where the King and the rest of her family ran off to, but he knew that neither he nor the other three were going to let anything happen to her from here on out, so her other family might as well be actually dead; they'd been replaced anyway.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Lo. I couldn't hear anything over Melba snoring back here." Meeri laughed softly and offered thanks to the goddess that she had "her boys". Next to Einar, Lorcan had always been the one she was closest to and then Elio. Things were complicated with Thieran, but that didn't mean she loved him less.

"Better her than me. Although, you do realize that you are going to be trapped in a cabin with four of us, right? Might want to ask the others to get you ear plugs." Lorcan bit his bottom lip as she made a squeak. He had been kidding but now it was too funny to tell her.

"Oh, you're kidding. Right?" She tried to pull her hand back but he wouldn't let go. "Lo, you're kidding." She pulled again and heard him start to laugh. "Ass!!" Now Meeri joined him. "Complete ass."

"Part of my charm. Why else do you think the women love me? The uniform?" He was laughing and squeezed her hand. "Okay, it is probably the uniform, but my sense of humor is second."

"Goddess knows it's not looks." Meeri bit her lip as she saw his fake outrage in the rear view mirror.

"Meeri! I save your life and you put a dagger in the heart like that." He couldn't even muster enough sarcasm to stop laughing, which he didn't mind since after the day they'd had it felt good. "I mean, I knew I wasn't your favorite, but damn woman! That, that was just painful."

"Do you need me to kiss your wounded ego to make it better." She couldn't stop laughing. This felt like old times with Lorcan, they teased each other mercilessly.

"You kiss anything other than my cheek and you'll probably have to dig one of Einar’s bullets out of me. I love ya, but I don't love anyone enough to get shot." They both laughed, and both knew it was a lie. He'd die for any of them. They all were like that.

"I knew it! The only loyal one is Melba! GIRL POWER!!" Meeri was now laughing so hard she was crying. The emotions of the day having given way to giggle fits and slight delirium.

"You just love me for my dog." Lorcan now fake pouted.

"Well, it's been a good run, Lo, but I guess you figured me out. It's Melba, it's always been Melba." She was starting to wheeze when laughing.

"You know how to gut a man, M. Geez!" Lorcan laughed and shook his head.

"Side to side, not up and down, otherwise gravity won't complete the evisceration." Meeri nodded then caught Lorcan staring at her slack jawed in the rear view mirror. "What?"

"Remind me to tell Elio that some things from field training really don't have to be shared. Also, the fact you remembered that so easily is impressive. I'm now scared of you with sharp objects, but it's impressive." He laughed. She really had spent too many years around the four soldiers, they had completely rubbed off on her. Lorcan loved it.

"It was Tieran." Meeri laughed. "It came up when talking about dissecting a corpse for an autopsy. So, it wasn't THAT bad.

"You still remembered it off the top of your head without missing a beat, M. You are officially one of us now. Sorry, Princess, we can't let you go. You're stuck with us." Lorcan just grinned. Goddess be damned, he loved her.

"Other than needing ear plugs to sleep, I'm perfectly fine with that." Her head was once again on his shoulder as exhaustion was overcoming humor.

"Hey, we all have faults. Ours just happen to all be snoring and devastating good looks. Einar and I got some charm going on too. Just a little." He chuckled and kissed her hand again. "Lay down, sis, and ger some sleep. I'll watch over you. We shouldn't have any problems between here and the cabin. No one knows we're going there."

"Okay." Meeri kissed his cheek. "Night, Lo."

"Sweet dreams, M." Lorcan watched her lay down then focussed on the road ahead fully again. As he drove, he offered prayers of thanks to the goddess that all five of them had made it out of the city alive and would soon be safe in hiding.

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Joywave, a band whose name is as misleading as their talent.

Who on earth are Joywave? Do they make music that's the auditory equivalent of riding a roller coaster while eating a jalapeño popsicle? It's like they took the word "joy" and decided, "Hey, how can we make this wave as uncomfortable and dissonant as possible?" Ah yes, the "joy" that comes from listening to their music is truly questionable. I mean, it's like they took all the blandest elements of indie rock and decided to create a band out of it. Who needs excitement or originality when you can have Joywave, right?

I must say, they really live up to their name because listening to their music feels like a wave of joy crashing over you. Except, instead of a refreshing ocean wave, it's more like a kiddie pool filled with lukewarm tap water. Sorry, but their music is about as exciting as watching paint dry.

Their music is like a never-ending parade of banality, providing the perfect soundtrack for those moments when you want to fall into a deep coma. Listening to their music is like voluntarily subjecting yourself to a never-ending loop of elevator music with a side of cringe-worthy lyrics. Seriously, what are they even singing about? It's like they're trying to communicate with their fellow extraterrestrial beings through their music.

Thank you, Joywave, for blessing us with your repetitive lyrics that sound like they were written by an Al program gone rogue. Does owning a thesaurus automatically make you a great songwriter? I think not. I'm convinced the lead singer just wants people to think he's deep, but all he's doing is drowning in a sea of mediocrity.

Joywave is a band that represents the pinnacle of generic indie pop. Congratulations on making background music that no one will remember in five minutes. So next time you're feeling down, just put on some Joywave and remind yourself that things could always be worse.

— GPT-4’s opinion on my favorite artists, Part 1

#joywave #ai generated #gpt 4 #gpt4 #chat gpt #This is a collection of quotes from fmbot on Discord #YES I AM MAKING THIS A SERIES!!!!#og

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