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musesandmonsters · 2 months
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Honestly, they should have just given The Horrifying Sweaty One-Armed Monstrosity a giant Gobstopper—y’know, those rainbow ones with the cool psychedelic swirling patterns on the inside—and told him that it was a Candy Planet or something.
All of his their problems would have been solved.
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pevensiegiigi · 5 months
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It still makes me laugh how Aslan forcefully causes the meeting between Shasta and Aravis
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annaberunoyume · 2 months
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WLW imagine: a peasant woman sees another watching her with amorous eyes. Upon being spotted the girl hides in a pile of hay. The peasant girl smiles and pretends that she did not see the other...Until, she playfully bopped the pile, startling the watching girl and making her get out and say a shy, straw-filled ''Hi...''.
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justmebeingchaotic · 2 years
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Showing your middle finger to the person you hate most is honestly such a therapy
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oldtvlover · 1 year
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Hey E! Gang,
last two gifs for today. Well, this whole situation with the ring and the very big jealous husband was too good not to use it for this.
You might guess what will follow tomorrow! But I won’t tell yet.
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renka2802 · 2 years
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It's time to mount anti moscito net on the window but I found a HUGE moscito on the blind before I did it
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mudmoistener · 19 days
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been texting w a guy who I believe to be german too (haven't asked lol) but we've been texting in english this whole time
and he just said smth that makes me believe that he thinks I'm not german
so my question is what's the funniest way to reveal that we've been texting in english for no reason
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nouverx · 2 months
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These two have the potential to be the funniest duo of the show istg
First one is from this amazing reblog from one of my posts, second one is inspired by some of the replies of said post
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emi-haruna · 5 months
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Je conseille fortement cette série elle s'appelle "pheromone impossible" pour l'instant c'est pas encore fini mais c'est incroyable en plus les dessin sont absolument phénoménal, je vous laisse découvrir le reste par vous même!
https://m.scan-manga.com/9576/Pheromone-Impossible.html
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theludicwitch · 6 months
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Sister and I were on our stoop vibing again and I said something about how our Philosophical conversations out while sitting on the stoop was modern witchcraft and she was like:
"YES, FUCK BROTHELS, FUCK CHURCHES THIS IS OUR GOD" and I died laughing.
Are churches and brothels the only place to see God?
And who said I was apart of this situation? 🤣
I thought about all of this while laughing so hard with her. I adore her sense of humor. She makes me laugh so hard.
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basic-e · 6 months
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*A group after drifting onto a ‘ghost ship’ after being stranded at sea for days*
1 - Omg this isn’t a ghost ship…it’s a lab ship!!! Everybody off!!
2 - Maybe it’s just the ship of life
3 - Well, we’re fucked either way
4 - So there’s no getting off?
5 - Well, unless you want to go about it alone..
As they look over the deck, they start to panic as they gaze upon a sea of black clouds
All 5 … *brain panic*
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The thing I found funniest about Needles is (compared to the Distortion) he seems a little bad at his job. He didn’t hunt his victim, they just tried to mug him, and when he did get them he didn’t get enough fear out of them before they bled out. He called emergency services to get some more spook out of someone and completely failed at it for like 15 minutes. He rambled about his life story for most of it. I love this pointy idiot
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hailsatanacab · 5 months
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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
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emickremic · 10 months
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Just unlocked memory because of one post
Two months ago, I was washing dishes, getting ready to go home. All outta sudden I hear BLUP BLUP sound.....I was like "what in the world is that sound???" and then I started investigating. Turns out our siphon got clogged because of grease made by my sarma......
I called my friend, and told her our siphon clogged.
"We will unclog it once I get home in 15 minutes."
I was like okay and I hung up. She came and we were thinking about solutions. I went to the store that is in front of our house, got some soda and vinegar and came home. We put some soda and vinegar and let it sit...... 30 minutes later NOTHING. It did not unclog even a little bit. So I decided that I should take a matter in my hands. Her brother was coming that day and she said he will unclog it.
"Who needs him?? I have two hands, some gloves and I am ready. No need for any help."
Oh if I knew.... I was too foolish, but I was like who tf needs him anyway.....
So I went to my room and got the gloves. I put 2 pairs of them on my hands. We took all the stuff that was under our siphon, and we put one big bowl under for the water.
I started to unscrew the part where it connects, and some water started to come out of it. It was clear...or so we THOUGHT.
My friend told me "let it be like that." I said "no, it will take AGES for it to come out." All outta sudden, without saying anything, I pull the thing and it felt like it EXPLODED in MY HANDS. The water was BLACK like mfin tar, and I was speechless. It went on the wall, on me, basically anywhere it could, but mostly in our big giant bowl. God bless that bowl.
I was sitting there, with my mouth wide open, trying to coprehend what happened. My friend was shocked, because she wasn't expecting that.
Then I got up, took off my gloves and threw them in the trash. Got the new ones on, and we cleaned the water that was outside of the bowl.
NOW the problem started.....the SMELL kicked in. Oh my god that smell.....the thought of it brings memories back, it is the worst smell in my life I ever smelled. I started to gag, almost throwing up. My friend started laughing, but then she felt it too. And then she started to whine about it....oh God what have I gotten myself into, I thought.
I looked through that siphon, and it was full of black mass....that mass was made out of something that looked like fish, some hair, grease, and a lot of other stuff. I couldn't believe what is that abomination in that poor siphon and what it has inside. I took the wooden spoon, and I put the handle inside of siphon and started to get it off. Then I switched with my friend, because I couldn't stand that smell anymore, I almost threw up. She cleaned the siphon, we put some soda and vinegar in it, and we REALLY cleaned it good. So good, it was shining in my eyes.
I screwed back the part where it connects, and that part was done. My friend took that poor bowl to the toilet and got rid of that nasty water, while I was washing that poor wooden spoon that was only a victim, just like us. It went through hell for us. Thank you, soldier.
We cleaned the whole kitchen after that, and it looked amazing. Later, we found out the siphon wasn't cleaned in more than TEN YEARS. TEN. YEARS. I couldn't believe what I heard, but that thing in siphon definitely proved it. We laughed about it later, and made some jokes, about how we cleaned that siphon so that no one in the next 10 years cleans that poor siphon.
That sarma did taste good, but also it made me go crazy that day.....
I will always remember that poor siphon and this whole situation, and also I learned my lesson - sometimes it is bad to be dads "son", and I need to let people help me sometimes. 🫡
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could only express this in green text format, bear with me
> be me
> in english class
> some guy delivers a meandering nihilistic monologue about how we're all just apes and our only purpose is reproducing, eating, dying and rotting (direct quote) that only vaguely pertains to the question he's being asked
> turn around to look at him
> see his laptop
> it's covered in southpark stickers
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One of those gameshow things where it's like "how well do you know your [person of varying relation]?" You have to write the answers down for the other contestant answers the question so you can't cheat.
And one of the questions is "what is character A's favorite color" and character B presents a hex code. Character A flips over their board or card or whatever they're answer is written on, and it's the *same* hex code
Which implies that the subject has been brought up often and off that character B has *memorized* the fucking hex code XD
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