#hs—triumphant

[pokemon-cards-hourly]

#pokemon #pokemon cards #tcg #match #nidoran♂ #hs—triumphant #heartgold & soulsilver

[trainerjoshie]

Pokémon TCG DP HGSS Triumphant (2010) illustrations by TOKIYA ⭐️⭐️

#pokémon #official art #card art #pokémon trading card game #tcg #pokemon #pokémon diamond and pearl #pokémon heartgold/soulsilver #tokiya #hs triumphant #triumphant #elekid #electabuzz #electivire

[boyfhee]

IF LOVESICK WAS A PERSON · lhs

synopsis ⋆ falling in love with heeseung is a process, like a trust fall into a bottomless pit with no fears because he is standing at the end, arms wide open (1.4k)

genre ⋆ fluff!!!

warnings ⋆ marriage talks and minor teensy bit negligible micrograms of insecurities. also ik heeseung is not twenty but in this fic he is . thank u

note ⋆ HAI OMG i finally wrote something :o i have another heeseung ficlet, it's roommate hs one so :› we'll see if i post it bc i need to rewrite it. anyway, happy reading ⁀◡⁀ < i love this emoticon

the temperature drops low, distant howling of wind singing over the city bringing along light showers as the water droplets settle on your glass window arching all the way up to your ceiling from the floor, a soft hum drew out of heeseung’s mouth as you shuffle under the blankets, his nose burying further in the crook of your neck as a muffled laughter falls off your lips at the tickles, and a warm evening nap never felt so right before this, if that is a thing. 

“we should get up,” you mumble, arms wrapping tighter around him.

he nods, pulling you closer. “yes,”

“we have assignments to submit before midnight,” you close your eyes, wrapping your arms around him tighter, as if any space in between is forbidden. as if any space left could possibly threaten your relationship you try to pull him beyond the closest proximities the two of you could be in. 

you feel his lips brush against your temple. “yes,”

“'seung,” you pull away abruptly, hands on his shoulders before they make their way up to his cheeks, your thumbs rubbing soft circles down his cheeks as you pull him back in once again. “forget it,” 

you swear, you feel him smile against your forehead. 

“see, you want me just as much as i want you,” if you could see him, if you weren’t in his arms with your face buried in his chest, you would find yourself laughing at the triumphant smile on his face. you can picture it, though, quite clearly. in your seven months of relationship with heeseung, you know the curve his lips follow when he’s the happiest, or the way they morph into the prettiest smile in the world when he gets to hold you close, or the mischievous grin that dances on his face when you surrender, giving into his tactics of having you close to him. 

and you haven’t known him for any longer than eight months, for you started dating only thirty days after your fated meeting at orientation session. you still haven’t met his friends from highschool, the ones he adores to death and the ones who, as he claims, would love you as soon as they meet you. you didn’t know about his allergies up until two months ago, and you didn’t know he preferred hot chocolates over coffee and tea. it’s fine, he told you when you talked about how little you know of him, and it’s fine, you tell yourself right now, because you know the way he breathes, the way his footsteps sound, the way he smells like home. you don’t mind not knowing anything else about him right now because you feel like if he were to meet you with a face you had never seen, with a voice you have never heard before, you would still recognize him right away. 

because your heart knows the rhythm his heart beats, every pulse echoes of him and you. 

“you should scoot closer because i’m cold,” his words get lost amidst your hair, hands pulling you closer and closer that one more pull and you’ll be on top of him, and it still wouldn’t be close enough. 

“this is the closest we can be, and—” you snicker as if you weren’t trying to do the same a few moments ago, and it’s funny how none of you want to show how deeply in love you are, yet still desperately yearning for each other as if you both are fragments of a single soul living as two. “i’m trying to get out of bed here,” 

a pause. 

heeseung takes his time admiring you, looking at you in the most lovesick way ever, as if, if lovesick was a person, it would be him. and evenings like this make you feel like time has ceased to exist because you find yourself in his arms at all the times, without change. it feels like the universe is offering you your share of fairytales and forevers because it was long due, and you wouldn't mind even if the world ends tomorrow, or the very next minute, because you wouldn’t have any regrets, for you’d be dying in the arms of your lover, inexplicably happy and impossibly deep in love. 

“we should get married,” your eyes widen and his’ mirror the same expression closely, as if he didn’t expect himself to say those words like this, but there couldn’t have been a better timing. heeseung has always been a hopeless romantic, all about love and nothing about giving up. he has had his fair share of relationships, he has seen things, has been through highs and lows that they offer, he has spilled tears on his pillows, has been the reason behind someone’s heartbreak and perhaps, his own too, but heeseung has only loved once. 

heeseung had first fallen in love when you spent your night listening to him talk about his likes and dislikes and if they were your own. the second time was when you cradled him in your arms when he lost an important game, crying on his shoulders as if it was a shared loss. the third time was when you told him i love you, and heeseung hasn’t stopped falling in love ever since. 

“ha-ha, funny,” your lips curve into a smile, much flattered at his proposal.

“i’m not kidding,” his hand ghosts up your waist. “i think we should get married, really,” for a second, you consider his words— to marry heeseung, because it sounds extravagant and everything that you could ever ask for right now. in those fractions of a second, you picture your married life with him, living in the same apartment, ever so close that you would no longer have to go over to each other’s places anymore, cooking together, cuddling on the sofa while watching movies, perhaps a mini him and you toddling around— a fraction of a second, and you go all the way from present to future, all the way from being afraid to commit to being knee deep in commitments with seemingly no regrets. 

all the way from laughing at his words to actually considering them.   

“and we’re what? twenty? yet to graduate from university and get a job?” there’s nervousness seeping through his skin from your fingertips, it’s in the way your eyes look at him with fear and hope. “we can’t get married now,” 

“i never said we have to get married now,” and his lips against yours is all you needed to snap back into reality. “i just said we should get married, be it five years later, or ten, or whenever you want,” because heeseung makes love feel like a fairytale, ever so magical and unreal that after a point, you forget how to distinguish between dreams and reality. your heart is so full of him that you can barely call it yours. as if the right person at the wrong time isn’t even something that exists because heeseung is your right person, and wrong time doesn’t make sense because every second with him feels so right. 

“and, what if i don’t want to marry you?” he doesn’t answer your question, not in words, not because he doesn’t have anything to say but because he’s thinking of something big, and before you could clarify that it was a joke, heeseung slips out his ring, the one that he got on your birthday, with its other half in your finger; and he takes your hand, slipping the ring into your finger. 

“what was that for?” 

“it’s for tell you that we’re now engaged so you cannot marry someone else,” and maybe, it’s easier for him to say it so simply, with smiles that resonate with silly intentions.

so, you take out your ring and slip it into his finger, a chuckle falling off his lips when it doesn’t go all the way down because of its smaller diameter, though you could care less. “and this is for telling you that choosing someone else isn’t even an option when i have you,” because falling in love with heeseung is a process, like a trust fall into a bottomless pit with no fears because he is standing at the end, arms wide open. 

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[larrylimericks]

6Jan23

Green Waves Edition A repeat pic, a split déjà vu; The Sun says they’re done: El and Lou. Lou let the news spread For an hour then said: The wind makes nice waves — that is true.

Clean Shaves Edition Her love for the dogs was abundant But as girlfriend, El’s been made redundant. Though we’ve still one more mess, Bookend “E” with “HS”— We’re beard-free-in-2-3 triumphant!

#larry #louis #louis tomlinson #eleanor #elounor #stunts #as anyone with eyes and social media anticipated #elounor 2.0 has officially ended #per the sun #who ran the exact same photo as they did to announce the 2015 split #the article cites louis’ world tour as the culprit #as his being away so much put pressure on their relationship #too bad she wasn’t as dedicated a stalker – erm girlfriend – as olivia #it also weirdly states ‘other things have gone down between them’ #wonder what they’re setting up there #freddie tension? #it leaves them amicable with room to reunite #perhaps all the bbg service has been to lock down the closets #ahead of both of their official break-ups #anyway #about an hour after the news broke louis posted to insta #a short video looking out on a horizon with waves crashing in the foreground #giving “paradise” vibes #while i will celebrate the end of a stunt #i found a Stockholm-Syndromey comfort in eleanor #like the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t #but tonight we feast #limerick-lt #january 6 #2023

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

back at it again with OrangeJuiceVerse headcanons that only matter to me, this time it’s

Driving Related

except I don’t know the breeds of cars

• Stan: blue truck that used to be randys. It kinda starts crapping out on him in his late twenties but Kenny helps him keep it running and he won’t just sell it and get a new one bc the guy is a SENTIMENTAL LOSER and there are too many memories (c’mon he and Kyle having a lil stargazing date in the bed of it and that’s when they kissed for the first time aaaaa). It is kinda ancient tho. He named it Glamdring The Foe Hammer (curbs are the foes in question btw). Guitar pick hanging from his keys. He’s a pretty good driver except he blasts the music too loud, brakes abruptly for squirrels, and sucks at parking.

• Kyle: grey car since high school. He didn’t know what to name it so Cartman calls it the Bitch Mobile, and he takes great care of it, he’s one of those guys to have an organizer in the console. Despite the guys calling him “mom” and “grandma” he has HORRIBLE ROAD RAGE especially because he is obsessive about the rules of the road and obeying them exactly. The guys know they’re safest with him driving but the yelling at drivers who don’t use their blinkers makes him the last choice when the 5 drive lmao. Made a 97 on his driving test and almost retook it to get a perfect score.

• Tweek: silver suv that he got as a graduation gift from his parents (before he knew it was bought w drug money rip) he didn’t name it because that’s too much pressure. He HATES driving like he only got his license because he HAD to, and as an adult doesn’t do much more of it than errands around town. HAS to have the radio on an even number if he even allows music in the car at all and will go SO FAR OUT OF HIS WAY to avoid making a left turn without a light. Has so many unorganized emergency supplies in the back plus half his jackets and random shit he finds when out but doesn’t bother to bring inside.

•Craig: “nice and boring” black car that he keeps clean and simple. He named it Stripe (it does not have a stripe) and is LITERALLY THE BEST DRIVER IN THE OJV. Very calm and collected on the road even when Tweek’s in the passenger seat freaked out about them merging or something. Won’t let anyone behind the wheel other than himself and (if his husband is only going a short distance) Tweek (and Kyle that ONE TIME after they witnessed a gas station robbery and Craig had a meltdown). Guinea pig keychain, and his car always smells good.

•Kenny: also a truck guy, he fixed it up himself in hs and it isn’t particularly consistent about starting. Most of it is brown but one door is blue and the tailgate is green. Named it RESURRECTION. Radio doesn’t work and the seats are mismatched, he likes to say that it’s “made of spare parts just like himself” and is very attached to that thing. Even when he gets a new truck (baby blue, he named it Butterfly) after his art takes off, he keeps it around. One of those tacky hula dancers on the dash and SO many bumper stickers. He’s a decent driver, just reckless unless he has a passenger.

• Cartman: oh my god he totally has one of those stoner vans with a custom paint job in that 80s pondering my orb style of HIMSELF RIDING A FIREBREATHING CAT!!! (I will die on this hill) he calls it Eric Triumphant. Since he has the biggest vehicle and actually isn’t too bad of a driver (unless he’s trying to activate Kyle’s road rage) the m5 tend to use it for excursions. He picks the music though, every time, and sings LOUDLY.

• Marjorine: can’t drive bc ojv marj is, in fact, blind in the ninja star eye sorry queen

• Stan and Kyle take turns driving the other to school and sports every day in hs. Sometimes Marj and Ken will join if Kenny’s truck isn’t working.

• the group also coordinates occasional days where they all ride the bus for old times because THEY ARE ALL NOSTALGIC LOSERS, even the ones who won’t admit it.

#south park #headcanons #sp hcs #more thoughts #OrangeJuiceVerse #road rage Kyle real #Tweek is kinda me other than the drug money #ojv #my shit #main 5 #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #sp tweek #craig tucker #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #marjorine stotch #style #creek #kenjorine

[lararivkin]

— BASICS

Name: Lara Rivkin Age / D.O.B.: 30 / Nov 23rd Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: cis woman, she/her, bisexual Hometown: New York City Affiliation: Government Job position: Press Assistant for the Governor's Office (Julian Berkeley) Education: Bachelor's in Political Science at New York University - Sculpture/Visual Arts at LaGuardia HS Relationship status: Single Children: None Positive traits: Independent, Perceptive, Intelligent, Spontaneous, Focused Negative traits: Insecure, Gossipy, Judgemental, Spoiled, Stubborn

— BIOGRAPHY

Wealth was absolutely no stranger to Lara Rivkin. She never had to want for much in her life and though her parents weren’t household names or the talk of the town, her mother did have a business sense that was completely unrivaled to most in her field. Angela Rivkin could stop a deal with just a quirk of her eyebrow and a quick ‘no’, while her father, Elijah, stayed at home to take care of Lara and her brother, Daniel, and also pursuing his own interests. Angela worked as Chief Financial Officer at the IPG (Interpublic Group of Companies), making far more than the Rivkin family would ever need.

Lara was much closer to her father, due to her mothers’ ambition taking her to newer and newer heights. She wasn’t angry, though she sees a world in which that could have been her. Instead she becomes the typical daddy’s girl, under his arm while he paints, listening to his stories — While her mother wanted to push her into the business, Lara could never quite find enjoyment in number crunching and managing people on the day in and day out. At least not in the way her mother envisioned for her.

At first, getting into the arts was a huge inspiration from her father, and an easy way to prove to her mother that she did have interests and she wanted to be her own person — Not be another in a long line of women in her family that rose up the ranks and then alienated their children along the way. Maybe she was a little more bitter than she initially thought. The money wasn’t what made her turn away - she relished in the ease of life that it gave her.

The idea of proving herself was more intriguing than she thought — And when she was able to audition and get accepted into LaGuardia, it was a triumphant moment for both her father and herself.

It wasn’t until she was in it and nose to the grindstone that she realized that spite - while a fun motivator - isn’t actually the best one, despite all evidence to the contrary. While she enjoyed the arts - painting and sculpting - it wasn’t something she could ever see herself pursuing it for monetary gain. The idea of it sucked all the joy and fun out of what she enjoyed the most about it - that it was an outlet for stress and to capture the beauty she saw in the world.

But still the idea of settling for her mother’s wishes set her teeth on edge.

Graduation came and went with barely an idea — which by the time she had been accepted into NYU, she still hadn’t chosen a major. In a moment of panic, it was basically a roll of the dice. She picked three different majors that she thought would get her ahead while also proving to her mother that she didn’t need to be exactly what was written out for her: political science, communications, and history. Communications was an automatic no after realizing it would put her too close to what the IPG did. Ugh, marketing.

The coin flip landed on political science and that’s what she went with - finding it surprisingly interesting - and kept her history classes in her back pocket just in case she needed to make a swift change.

Now, eight years after graduating, she’s finally in a place where she feels like she can both make a difference and prove to both of her parents that she can do better than what they wanted for her. It’s only a matter of time until she’s able to join Team Berk in the White House.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

CO-WORKERS/OTHER STAFFERS; any other people on team berk! she loves her job and loves the people she works with, showing a deep passion for helping the press secretary get their ducks in a row and maybe one day learning to interface with the press on her own

GOVERNMENT; anyone involved with the gov or law based characters. she's cocky and has a lot to learn.

FRIENDS, HOOKUPS, (NOT REALLY) EXES, ALL OF THE ABOVE?; she's honestly a bit too friendly, doesn't mind spending long nights out but doesn't want to settle down. the person who gets her to has to be worth it. and so far? no one is. she's never dated anyone (or at least that's the way she tells it. maybe someone else got serious about her while she fucked off and around)

ANYTHING ELSE; i'm fairly open to figuring something interesting out for her, but she's staunchly against any and all gang affiliation - unless someone changes her mind.

#wb.intro

[hoediaz]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by besties @queerpanikkar @sibylsleaves @thatbuddie @bibuddie @henswilsons thank u legends MWAH have hs teacher eddie au xoxo

firebuckley liked your post.

Eddie’s clicking the notification before he can stop to think about it, his stomach seizing briefly — stupidly — as he tries to remember what photos exist on his account.

The good news: Christopher’s in it, several years younger and cheesing adorably from the cradle of Eddie’s arms.

The bad news: it’s from 2016, from a marathon he ran with Adriana, and he’s shirtless and dripping with sweat. Adriana stands next to him, her pony tail limp and sweaty, but her triumphant grin splits her face. Eddie’s mostly squinting against the sun, his smile a tiny thing in the corner of his mouth directed at Christopher rather than the camera.

Before Eddie can properly work himself up into being truly embarrassed that this is a photo Buck has not only seen, but has liked, Buck sends him a message, and then two more in quick succession.

firebuckley: fuck

i didn’t mean to

i’m drwiunk

diazeddie: You didn’t mean to get drunk or you didn’t mean to like my photo from 2016?

firebuckley: photo lol ur so cute

OLD

I MEAN U R SO OLD

if these are double tags i’m sorry xoxo @mmtions (ik u just posted i’m eating it up but still) @probieeddie @gayravi @gayeddiaz @buckactuallys

#txt #wip games #if this looks weird i’m on mobile

[beansterpie]

...Whats LMAO? I gotta know.

Aahh ty for the ask! I'm gonna put this under an ask because it’s probably going to be long

fhfhfh ok, so LMAO is an Eyeshield 21 fic for the ship Hiruma/Agon which, considering the series wrapped up 13 years ago, never really got big in the west, AND that ship is one of the less popular ones, this ends up being pretty niche 😂 since there are maybe like, idk, five es21 fans left on tumblr, I feel the need to give a little context.

In canon, the two used to be friends in middle school (though they both insist they were just 'using each other'), but had a massive falling out during high school entrance exams and have been bitter exes enemies since, and are on rival teams. By the end of the series they sooort of start making amends, but their future relationship is left totally open ended (though we know they end up attending the same university and are on the same football team).

Anyway, this is theoretically a slow burn fic that starts with their first meeting in middle school, up to their little break up, and then post-canon-- so their third year of hs and then their university years. Theoretically. I’m still only on their first meeting, and likely won’t get to the rest except for idly chipping away at it when I’m bored lol.

Also I need y’all to understand these characters suffer severely from Shounen Manga Syndrome, in the sense that they are extremely over the top and ridiculous-- .......you know what, I just need to make peace with the fact that this will seem unhinged to those who haven’t read the manga lol. 

---

He’s got some deadbeat high schooler— some ugly trash who fancies himself a discount yakuza just because he’s got a bit of muscle and wears his uniform wrong— shoved up against an alley wall by his shirtfront, and has his fist raised with intent while the pathetic fuck blubbers and begs for his mercy when Agon first meets the devil.

And he’s greeted with the click and flash of a phone camera.

He absorbs only the impression of blond spikes and sharp teeth by the mouth of the alley before the fucker’s gone, the triumphant cackle of someone’s whose already gotten away streaking behind him. Three seconds later, that cackle ends abruptly as Agon grabs the back of his collar and hauls him off of the little foldable bike he’d been pedaling his skinny ass on, drags him back into the alley and slams him up against the opposite wall like he weighs no more than the uniform he’s wearing.

Smug satisfaction fills him at the astonishment in the skinny trash’s face.

“Fuck,” he rasps, then stops to cough against Agon’s grip. “You’re quick.”

“Should’ve thought twice before you tried some shit, huh?” He releases one hand from the black collar and reaches for the cellphone in the trash’s hand, but instead finds it on the grimy concrete by their feet. “Someone’s a little clumsy,” he says, sending the heel of his Nikes down on it with a crunch.

But when he looks back up, the trash doesn’t seem bothered. Instead his eyes are roving around, like he’s taking a tour of a historic building instead of the space between an apartment complex and a 7-Eleven.

Casually, he nods towards the far end of the alley. “Your guy’s getting away.”

“Wha- shit.” He sees the high schooler from before turning the corner onto the street and out of sight. Catching up would be easy, but it’d also be a chore. Didn’t seem like he’d have much cash on him anyway, not with those shoes. “Well look at that, one of my piggy banks got away because of you. Guess you’re gonna have to repay me for my efforts—”

“You do all these guys in yourself?”

Agon’s face stills at the interruption, his grip tightens. Without a word he looks over at the five other high schoolers littering the alleyway, in various stages of unconsciousness. He turns back to the skinny trash with a thin grin. “‘That scare you?”

“How old are you?”

Agon’s jaw twitches. “I don’t see how that’s any of your damn business.”

A wicked smile splits the trash’s face. “Bet you’re some college student, beating up on a bunch of high school kids, and in broad daylight too! What’s this country coming to?”

“I’m 13, you fuck,” growls Agon. If the trash is surprised by this he doesn’t show it, and Agon somehow feels like he’s been played.

“So we’re the same age, then. Should’ve been able to tell by your shitty fucking bleach job!”

He jostles the skinny little shit against the wall, but it barely makes a dent in his laughter. “You also have bleached hair, fucker—” Except, if it weren’t for the trash’s eyebrows being black, he’d have thought it was natural. Agon knows his roots are showing.

The trash grins at him like he knows what he’s thinking. “How much do you get from these fucking losers?”

The question throws him off. “Haaaahh?”

“You called them piggy banks. What kind of chump change do you make going after this small fry?”

“Why the fuck would I tell you?”

“Because,” he says, and Agon stills when he feels the weight of cold steel pressed up against his neck. “I can get you more.”

#yeah the japanese middle schooler has a gun #it's literally canon ok #this isn't my doing #ask meme #hawkfawun #i'm already so embarrassed posting this lmfao

[mollyhale]

18, 19 and 20!

18. three most recent emojis go!

🫡🥺🔥

19. recommend a youtube channel you subscribe to (or a streamer/gamer on another platform)

my most favorite game channel is the runaway guys, i adore them and their three individual channels as well: protonjon, chuggaaconroy, and nintendocaprisun. i’d recommend all four really

20. top three things you'd like to buy for yourself right now

ooooo of course now everything i’ve ever wanted has left my brain 😂 this was hard!!!

- i’ve been on the hunt for a pair of jordan 4’s and now that i have a pair they’re SO comfy that i want another pair

- in a perfect world i’d love to buy some packs if not a booster box of some vintage pokemon cards (HS triumphant comes to mind especially or the gen 3 era of sets)

- i would LOVE a new easel!! i’ve had mine for so long and it never quite was all together to begin with but it just does not balance well anymore 😭 sami if you see this, that’s why i haven’t worked on the commission you asked me to do a year ago

#thanks for the ask! #ask game #answered #the runaway guys #protonjon #chuggaaconroy #nintendocaprisun

[pridewon]

@vtriol​ said: 62 .  lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes  ,  still mumbling half-incoherently  ,  not wanting to wake up  . (for atsumu + consider: after thana's moved back :)) (kisses prompts) 

Atsumu has never been a morning person. Not by nature, anyway - by choice, he decides to get up early most mornings, to take advantage of the first hours of the day to go on a run or indulge in a light workout, but whenever he decides not to submit to the strict regimen his career demands of him? Sleep-in it is. Preferably until past midday, preferably long after the rest of the world has started functioning. 

Waking him up before noon on a Sunday is equivalent to attempting to shake a bear from his slumber dring hibernation. Difficult, but possible. Not desirable, but doable. Atsumu can sleep peacefully through almost anything, but admittedly? It is a much harder thing to accomplish when another’s weight shifts under his arm, disturbs the stillness of dying night and rips him from Morpheus’ arms. “Hrmbl...” He grumbles (this is about as vehement as he can be in his protest at this hour); and to manifest his discontent? Drapes his arm further over hs companion, and entangles one leg with theirs.

Trapped under half a volleyball player. Atsumu can feel Thana smothering a chuckle against his chest, and he (half asleep still) contains pleased and triumphant upturn of his lips. 

Thana moves again, and Atsumu decides to protest a little louder, this time. “Oi. What do you think you’re doin’?” He grunts (a real charmer, that one). Thana says something about Osamu being meant to come over in two hours, and Atsumu promptly ignores the looming threat contained in those words. By all accounts, he should probably get up. They both should - before Osamu invites himself in, before he finds scattered clothes all over the floor, before their little secret is cast directly under his twin’s merciless scrutiny... 

... which neither of them wants. Neither of them wants him to find out that Thana has left a couple of shirts in Atsumu’s closet - for convenience. Neither of them wants him to find out that Atsumu periodically finds a stray white hair on his pillow or on his clothes. Neither of them wants him to find out what they’ve been up to since Thana moved back to Japan - like two dumb teenagers convinced they have mastered the art of escaping attention and reprimand. They should get up, tidy up, get Thana to leave before Osamu gets here...

... but Atsumu finally opens one eye, and cannot, for the life of him, find it in him to cast out the white eyelashes and smirky smile greeting him good morning. “I ain’t gettin’ up.” He mutters; and closes his eyes again with a content sigh, ignoring Thana’s protests - lalala, can’t see ya can’t hear ya - convinced he has won, until...

They try to slip out of his grip. Uh-uh. Not so fast, he muses, arm slipping around their waist to encage them; alright then; If pleading doesn’t do the trick, maybe he can resort to other means of persuasion; like nosing at the crook of their neck, pleading a ‘c’mon, staaaay’ to their ear, leaving slow, lazy kisses trailing their freckles across their cheeks until finding their lips. “Y’want me to get up, then make me.” Yeah - taunting, a course of action that has never gone wrong for him, ever. 

Ah well. They have two hours to figure it out, or find one hell of a good excuse. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong. 

#vtriol #(miya a; interactions) #hey u :smirk: #what do you mean i could have made this short #what you mean i almost continued and could have gone double the length #hve some fluff i'm saving the sads for later #they deserve their clown moments

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Pokémon TCG HGSS Triumphant (2010) illustration set by Sumiyoshi Kizuki ⭐️🤩

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Shouting match erupts as fraud trial prosecutor loses temper: ‘Trump committed fraud!’ (msn.com)

and engeron nailed it no. said it is fraud again. and it is. and the court said no no he said the accounting is correct. as they argued it and he found for the prosecutor and it is true. but he cannot find for the jury. so they argued. it. and the judge struck it saying i cannot find it the jury must. and p roceeeded. now tump put it up on the screen and tvvnews andmore. and engeron filed a criminal complaint to the doj. and thought. i f i do he is at me and is anyways. said this he is committing heinous crimes here. and filed it. ten counts of perjuy and threatening a judge andh is famly. and tons more. and the doj said you have our support yes. and did. and he sent it. they said we file charges and try him seperately need you as a witness. and he is triumphant. and said this movies after yes. and a few yes. nonw he is charged says he will pay for what he has done to me and tons are. and yeh threatene our sons mom. and our son issued the coutners in front of them. they were sad. said we fail and he is our enemy and we msut stophim and his and stuff. so we hit them now but wow what an ahole. the charges wills tick.

and more cases vs him annoucned today. the doj has five criminal cases. the election board will decide monday. and he wll dick with them say he will take over by force now. and soner than thought an so on anddoes not have it now. then thi we use the move of the macs. and tons will hit him for saying it. he s a loser.

and fights them and we hit himfor hs insolent act now anddouble it bomb the shits to oblivion. now he is th band that grabs stan and sherry. they take oaff and with the nuke more or less. and a trump bitch falls out of the truck. and grabs her husband who is burned to a head.

and tonight. and he is dead and stupid after. becomes christoerpher walken and says it i made him walk i rule. the earth. and tons say your a loser hit and take from him and his. and then dan i cill you you big mouth your a louse.

soon hell for you all. you took from our son tons of stuff and it is embarrassing for him and precedent now we take it all from you and let it go too far. we did

and he says it they forced it so we force it now

Thor Freya

Olympus

if you feel like you can threaten us safely you wont after this movie coming up my husband and i made. and did so ages ago too. she dies too shortly. was decapitated by the truck carrying jason. he says it i shrink. now. and willdie ws the non smell one.

Hera

Zues

ok ok i am bad for you so. does not justify this

jason

it does

Zues

sure does

Hera and a learning experience for you all aabuse and we take it out and you will beg to die some of you for your egregious sins on your own

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It's the penultimate day of Helsinki's annual herring market, and Helsingin Sanomat has decided to take a look at the fishing industry and its current difficulties.

Finland's fishers have been told that the herring catch must be reduced to near zero next year, in order to preserve fish stocks.

That has gone down like a lead balloon at the fish market, where the nation's herring hunters gather and sell directly to consumers from their boats in Helsinki's market square.

HS notes that domestic consumers eat only four percent of the catch, making the herring market a somewhat inaccurate representation of the industry.

A fur farm or a Baltic pickling plant would be closer to the truth, notes HS. In the 1980s Finns switched from herring to make farmed salmon the country's main fish product.

HS quotes a WWF representative as saying that Finland had long thought herring stocks were robust and could withstand the current level of fishing, but that has now led to a situation where the country's 400 or so professional fishers could be banned from fishing altogether.

Marin meet and greet

Sanna Marin has asked for the media to tone down the intense focus on her private life in recent months, but her Instagram account continues to provide a lot of material for popular stories.

Last month Marin visited Paris for a Victoria Beckham fashion show, a trip that was covered extensively in the Finnish press.

This week she gave a speech to students at UCLA, focusing on making change in the world and inspiring young people to do the same.

That prompted some coverage, including on this website, but her IG story mentioning lunch with Sharon Stone caused another round of media attention.

HJK's triumphant draw

HJK Helsinki are playing in the Uefa Conference League group stages this season, and they got their first point on Thursday evening.

A 1-1 draw with Aberdeen was a creditable result, but the Scottish papers were disappointed with Aberdeen's performance and especially with the refereeing.

A clear elbow from HJK midfielder Giorgios Kanellopolous left Aberdeen striker Duk needing treatment, and the Daily Record reports that the reaction from the Aberdeen manager Barry Robson was scathing.

"I need to be careful what I comment on but I think that tonight, with the level of player and the level of game, it has to be officiated at the correct standard," said Robson. "I didn't think the standard was right tonight. A lot of things happened tonight that weren't right."

Local paper the Press and Journal was disappointed with their side's performance.

"Facing HJK Helsinki, the team lowest in the Uefa rankings the Dons will play in Group G, at home was perceived as a must-win," said the paper's match report. "Aberdeen did enough to win and should have secured three points – but they didn’t. This was a missed opportunity for the Reds."

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