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miren lo re banco a George en esta situación por más equivocado que esté con respecto al fútbol, los otros dos son unos forros, vení George vamos a tomar unos mates
#Igual el 'you barely embrace your own culture' fue FATAL HJFKSDHLJDSJKFHSDJHSDF#cosas mias#me estoy divertiendo demasiado con esta boludez#argentina#senfield
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I would say he’s probably right 🤗😂
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what people dont get is that sometimes listening to music is an action in itself, ill put on music ill sit there staring at nothing for the next whatever th fuck amount of time head empty no thoughts and sure sometimes its depression but sometimes its just vibes, you know?
#long bus / car rides are the perfect examples of this you think im Thinking abt something all that time?#nah im just marveling at nature or the landscape while Vibing#tani's personal shit#today is just depression thought :/ considering watching. i dont know. fucking senfield or something
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in the phase of teenage hood where i want to perceived as Respectable and Cool and Attractive and Fun by my peers and not a short cringefail boyloser who looks like a reasy racoon but ALSO i don’t believe in cringe culture so i refuse to change my interests that i love so i am stuck being a dumb bitch loser nerd for the bit
#dorian talks#inspired by my friend saying im like a guy from senfield#i am both very please cause the character is fun#but there is an annoying teenager that wants to not be compared to comic relief characters for once#but also he seems like a great little guy#but also im never calling myself a little guy again#cute little guy with tboy swag is DONE#im having an identity crisis
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Rough Winter | Yandere Polar-Bear Hybrid Pirate
There was something oddly eerie about the stillness of a biome meant to remain frozen. It was far too cold to hear the screech of even the most resilient birds; who wouldn’t migrate here if they could. Far too frigid for the reaching branches of any tree, with no soil beds for any determined sprout.
No.
No natural force would stay in the Arctic Wastelands.
No one but Captain Poal.
Captain Poal and the crew he’d chained to his cursed vessel.
“Land-Ho! We’re home, boys!”
The word felt like salt in the wound. You hadn’t been able to go to your home…your real home in what felt like ages. But what would be left? For a crew from a frigid biome, they had quite the fascination with fire.
“Aw is the pup getting homesick?”
Sen had a cruel and broad smile across his face as the ship sped forward to the floating fortress. The boat rocked with the jostling waves. You no longer needed to clutch the sides, easily maintaining your balance. It hurt to know this was no longer foreign to you.
“Senfried! Don’t be so rude. (Y/n)’s never been to this home before. This will be their first real welcome home.”
“Ooops~I forgot~”
Sen didn’t forget. He was just cruel like that.
Despite his cruelness, he didn’t strike you as a kindred spirit to Poal. You wondered if he would have said the same if he had been there. Feeling the alcoholic buzz of the Summer festival, the sauntering joy of many living beings. Only for it all to dissipate in the suffocating haze of a burning inferno. And if it wasn’t enough that the sound of your home caving in on itself wasn’t enough then the helpless screams of all of those trapped inside would do it for you.
The enflamed ashes skim your face as your eyes fight the smoke to burn the images of the late escapees into your mind's eye. Burning bodies both sprinting for water and falling out in a desperate call for death; it was a horrifying scene.
Would he still be laughing then?
Laughing as he watched the melting hands reach out to you one last time.
Would he do that?
“(Y/n)? Are you alright?”
You let yourself return to the present, to Flynn placing a large hand on your back. The comforting gesture does the opposite, as you recall the same action being done that same night. You stepped away, ignoring those downcast expressions behind his glasses. Even Sen seemed to hesitate as you turned to woefully look at the rushing, raging waters.
Sen opened his mouth to speak, closing it as the Captain’s presence appeared with a thud. Booming footsteps commanded their attention and should have garnered yours. There wasn’t a need to look up when you already memorized the clinking seal-skinned boots.
“Oi Oi is there an issue over here?”
Sen scrambled with a quick response.
“Yes, Cap’n we’re all good here! Just excited to be home is all!”
His tone was light as usual, with no evidence of his previous pestering. Flynn on the other hand didn’t bother to let his hazel gaze point to you, before discretely pushing his spectacles up his nose.
“Yes, we are all…ecstatic. ”
The Captain’s round and furry ears flicked in annoyance; silently communicating with his trusted first mate. Who nodded with the bow of his head. The Captain nodded upwards–a proper dismissal among friends.
“Well me and Senfield will prepare the rest of the crew. While our treasures may be compartmentalized they have yet to be moved.”
“Wait why do I have to come?”
“Senfield.”
“Don’t Senfield me! You always ack–! Hey”
Flynn dragged the hybrid by the stump of a tail before shifting to simply nudge him forward; effortlessly launching Sen ahead. Sen wasn’t a particularly big guy, given his species but not many could hold the line against a walrus hybrid. Especially not one as big as Flynn was.
Needless to say, your privacy was gifted by their absence.
Leaving you and the Captain alone on the deck of the ship.
“What’s the problem, Snowball?”
You snarled at the nickname refusing to look up at him. He was probably smiling; casually flaunting the pearly razors so often stained with blood.
“Don’t call me that!”
His fishy and sweltering breath fanned against your ear. When he had moved closer you’d never know. Speed and strength weren’t the traits he was lacking; that title belonged to his emotions. His sense of empathy and compassion was either nonexistent or skewed so much that it didn’t matter.
“I’ll call you whatever I want.”
It wasn’t cold anymore. It was hot. Suffocating.
His unclothed front was pressed into your back, his jacket-covered arms trapping your front. He was so insatiably warm. It felt like a fever had taken hold of you—an unnatural heat incurred by the chilling atmosphere.
“This is all your fault…I hate you Poal.”
The heat shook behind you. Vibrating with his stifled giggle. He clutched onto you tighter; muscles constricting you into his shaking embrace. His pointy nose dug into the top of your head, nuzzling into the woolen hat he gifted you before.
“No, you don’t.”
He let a steaming hand into your coat, shoving past the layers of cloth you’d put in place. You didn’t fight him, you couldn’t stop him as he reached for the skin above your heart.
“You’re just mad that you lost.”
Retreating his hand from your protective layers he let you weakly cover up; before holding you by your cheeks. Turning your head to look up at the increasing size of the pirate’s fortress he squeezed at the resistance of your frown.
“Look at it. It’ll be one of your homes.”
“It will never be.”
“Don’t be coy. You’ll have a favorite eventually.”
“And you think it will be here?”
He turned you to him, pressing you into the side of the boat, clutching your face with a new ferocity. His head was already leveled above you coming closer to cast a shadow on his pale face framed by his unruly white locks as he looked down at you. In a fierce aquamarine glare, he doesn’t smile, looking as desperate as he is frustrated.
“I think it will be me.”
It wouldn’t help to struggle against his grip risking the pricking of his claws. So you simply returned his gaze knowing full well that backing down now would be your downfall. He backed his head away letting the light of the sun illuminate his face as he spread his mouth into a dastardly grin.
“You’re such a hurricane!”
He smashed his lips against yours. Quickly sucking on your pouting lips just barely nibbling before pulling away. He released you, giggling to himself once more as he watched you recover. You rubbed your hand over your lip checking for any punctures glaring at him nonetheless. That seemed to make him smile wider, dashing away to knock on the door to the ship’s hold.
“Buckle up Baby! We’re headed home to the fortress!”
Muffled shouts and hollers sounded from below. This would be your roughest Winter yet.
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Anyway I keep mispelling Seinfeld as Senfield due to my Renfield fixation and I've decided to try to write a missing episode called "The Vampires"
Summary: Vampires flock to New York
Key bit 1: Like an older episode it will open and close with Jerry's standup. His standup is about vampires and their familiars. Example:
"What's the deal with vampires? You'd think powerful immortal people would have heard of an invention called sunscreen, right? 'Wow Vlad, you're looking great!' 'Thanks, I'm wearing three bottles of SPF 80!' Or umbrellas! People love a fashionable weirdo with an umbrella in the middle of the day- or, better yet, get your familiar to hold it. Familiar, what kind of job is that? All the immortality with none of the perks. Just workin' all day, all night, 'yes Master,' 'of course Master,' 'would you like the silk cape or the velvet tonight Master.' Y'think they're unionised? I'd love to see that- 'Count, listen, me and the other familiars have been talking to some other henchpeople. Did you know that Igor has full dental?'"
Key bit 2: Kramer decides to become a vampire hunter. At the start of the episode he bursts in to Jerry's apartment demanding garlic ("Well there's garlic powder." "It'll have to do!"). Jerry hopes Kramer gets turned because it would mean Kramer could no longer burst in, he'd have to be invited.
Key bit 3: Elaine thinks her new boyfriend is a vampire and is thrilled. She is dismayed to find out he's actually a werewolf ("he's still a monster!" "Yeah but he's not the kind of monster I want!")
Key bit 4: George grows increasingly frustrated throughout the episode that no vampires will bite him and goes to increasingly wacky lengths to attract one.
Key bit 5: By the end of the episode everyone is a vampire. Except George.
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saw a guy on twitter be like “is elaine from senfield hot?? is fran from the nanny hot?” like I know I’m bisexual but WHAT. WHAT!!!! YES THEYRE HOT HOW IS THIS A QUESTION
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I want Jerry Senfield so bad.
ngl i can kinda see it. if he approached me at an airport for some understall head, i would not say no
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nine people i'd like to know better
last song: glass & the ghost children by the smashing pumpkins
favorite color: black, red & blue.
currently watching: The Nanny, I've been binge watching old series I love because I'm unemployed and healing from an injury, before this I watched Friends and, maybe after this I'll watch Senfield, The Haunting of Hill House or Midnight Mass.
spicy, savory, sweet: actually? sour or salty/sour then maybe sweet. I don't mention spicy cause that's a default in my daily diet.
relationship status: single and never ready to mingle. I decided to retire from the market and shit since I broke up with Sabrina in 2016.
current obsession: besides kurt? besides the x-men? besides the tmnt and all my usual obsessions? Lipsticks, I collect them and as a make up enthusiast I've been enjoying this lip care era cause make up brands have been releasing so many lip products I still have new ones stored that I yet need to use <3
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senfield guys kissing and fucking and making love playlist > https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2LxCEegiQ1ydURoEBgKqje?si=s4yMhLqjQ1aX4vY5xcIVYg%0A
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New bug where a tiktok of elaine from senfield being confronted with a mannequin of herself is trapped inside lee's skrunkly dog gif post
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OHMIGOD THATS A BLAST FROM THE PAST..
dharma & greg.... i was in middle school in the early 2010s and my dad was elderly, so he set up a deal with the old folks community center that i could sit in their lobby until he could pick me up after-school, since the center was right across the street from the school. id sit there and watch what they left on the tv (because i didnt know how to change the channel, there was no remote and i cant remember if there were buttons. there was no place to do my hw other than the floor bc i wasnt allowed to wander, and my dad was abusive Sucked(TM) so i also used hw to avoid him at home. and i had a cellphone for emergencies only; no internet or games, and i had to make sure it didnt die before my dad picked me up even tho i didnt have a portable battery. so that meant at least an hour of nothing to do but sit and watch a tv that i was too shy to ask how to change the channel for. but it turned out alright and also im safe now lmao) and whatecer they left it on, it never changed away from this channel that only played sitcoms, specifically sitcoms that WEREN'T super big, currently on-air or had newly ended like Friends or Seinfeld. i watched the entirity of Cheers, Fresh Prince, The Nanny, Planes, Living Single, The New Adventures of Old Christine, a couple of others (i moved to high school before i could finish Fraiser (also you could argue some of these are still big, but i dont see Cheers or Fraiser versions of some of the merch thats in my local mall of Friends and Senfield nor do i see as many memes or edits or anything), and Dharma & Greg. now i remember where my idea of a romantic hero came from lmao greg made me fucking melt in my chair
but everytime i typed in "show about lawyer and artist shot-gun married", i couldnt find its title. thank you so much, this is going on my next wishlist and my list of Things To Eventually Buy, that show and all these others gave me so much serotonin during an otherwise lonely time. it brought me so much comfort that the rare times i had the courage to speak to the lovely woman at the front counter, and not the adrenaline-fueled fear of "MY PHONE DIED CAN I PLS USE THE LANDLINE TO CALL MY DAD", was when the channel had been randomly changed one day to something new and there was no one else watching it, so i timidly asked for my comfort shows back and shed nod and never spoke but would always change it for me (i think she only did bc nobody else was there though i never asked if someone else was watching the tv). but yeah. fuck, greg was the fucking dream to bby!me. and i related way too hard to dharma lmao but jfc i think i underestimated how much that show soothed an aching, alienated part of me by showing me a Weird (Neurodivergent) Girl as an adult being shamelessly herself and absolutely adored for it lmao ♡♡♡♡ thank you so much for reminding me of the title, you and whoever brought this up, this was a "FINALLY" that was literal years in the making, i couldnt remember the name of this show for the life in me but now i can request someone buy it for my birthday or something lmao thank you. thank you so, so much ♡♡♡♡♡
more than welcome!
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Ever since I got my new glasses I have been referred to as Milo Thatch from Atlantis and George Costanza from Senfield. So I guess I got that going for me huh
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the senfield you guys blog about is so much better than the few episodes i was unfortunate enough to watch
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I do not know how to write seinfield or senfield or seinfeild or whatever the fuck it’s called
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