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Pyrrha: *preparing for a big 1v1 match*
Pyrrha’s opponent: *glaring and flexing* 😠
????: Go get ‘im, babe! We believe in you!
Pyrrha/Opponent: *look up in the stands*
Jaune: *waving an “Invincible Girl” flag in one hand while holding up Arkos baby with his other arm* 😘
Arkos kid: *waving at his mother* 👋😀
Pyrrha: Oh, look! My husband and son came to watch! 😊
Opponent: That dweeb is your husband? Pathetic. The kid’s not too cute, either.
Pyrrha:
Pyrrha: …this mustn’t register on an emotional level.
Pyrrha: First, distract target. Then, block his blind jab.
Pyrrha: Counter with cross to left cheek. Discombobulate.
Pyrrha: Dazed, he’ll attempt a wild haymaker. Elbow block, and body shot.
Pyrrha: Block feral left. Weaken right jaw, now fracture.
Pyrrha: Break cracked ribs. Traumatize solar plexus.
Pyrrha: Dislocate jaw entirely. Heel kick to diaphragm.
Pyrrha: In summary, ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diaphragm hemorrhaging. Physical recovery: six weeks. Full psychological recovery: six months.
Pyrrha: Capacity to be rude to my wonderful husband and baby: neutralized!
Pyrrha: *zones back in and turns to her opponent*
Opponent: Hey, you in there Invincible Girl? It’s time to get ready for-*interrupted by savage beating*
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Vere: When have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?
Kuras: Would you like me to answer chronologically, or alphabetically?
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*walking into the Admiral’s office*
Harm: Hello, Sir.
Admiral Chegwidden: What have you two done now?
Mac: Why are you always so suspicious of us, Sir?
Admiral Chegwidden: Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically, Major?
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I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for?
Wile E. Coyote
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This is your semi-regular reminder that fanfic is mainstream.
And I don’t mean, “oh, we talk about Ao3 more openly now.” I mean fanfic is paid for and distributed by major publishing houses.
Like, what do people think books like “The Song of Achilles” even are?
I will holler about this until I’m dead:
The delineation between “cringe” and “not cringe” hinges entirely upon copyright law.
You can publish New York Times Bestselling Fanfic so long as your source material is old enough.
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Greg: I kind of have a crush on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it
Sherlock: rip the bandage off
Greg: it’s your brother
Sherlock: put the bandage back on
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[Doorlock Holmes (Daffy Duck) is spying on The Shropshire Slasher's sacrifice. One of the Slasher's henchmen tries to sneak up on him, but Watkins grabs him and chokes him in a hold]
Dr. Watkins: I l-l-l-l-like the hat.
Doorlock Holmes: Thanks, I just picked it up.
Dr. Watkins: Y-y-you remember your r-revol-revol-uh gun?
Doorlock Holmes: Oh, knew I forgot sthomething. Thought I left the sthtove on.
Dr. Watkins: Y-y-y-you did.
Doorlock Holmes: I think that's quite enough. You are a doctor, after all. [Watkins feels the henchman's pulse and lets him fall to the floor. Holmes & Watkins shake hands]
Doorlock Holmes: Always nithce to sthee you, Watkins. Where's Inthspector Bugsthtrade?
Dr. Watkins: He's g-g-g-g-g-getting his t-t-t-troops lined up.
Doorlock Holmes: That could be all day. [They run down the stairs and attack the other henchmen who are standing guard]
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