#please. please. please. please. please. please. ple

[goldfishinaplasticbag]

please please please please listen to me. long hair older tim drake will save us all. no please stay please listen I swear it’s worth your time ple

[cm-punks-bbl]

if/when cena wins at night of champions, i hope seth cashes in on him and punk helps him JUST to be petty to cena

and then punk and seth kiss!

[expand-to-breathe]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE

" if u lose too much weight , u'll become infertile , u'll lose ur boobs nd ur butt !! " do you PROMISE ??!!

[not-the-living-ghost]

i need those faggots to kiss

[marzlucek]

guys i need to know please please please ple

WHAT is their DUO NAME???? IS IT PARTYRAT OR SOMETHING ELSE GUYS.. but like i think partyrat is ship name and i dont like to ship them i like them as besties more.

i've been obsessed over this two idiots for a while now and i still dont know what's their duo name ughhh

have art of them i love them

[22ayla21]

Fluffy Secrets

Hugo's visit to the "Victoria" agency with his family turns into a fun and awkward moment.

The air at the "Victoria" agency smelled of impeccable freshness and air conditioning, the mirrors gleamed as if time itself feared to leave a mark on them, and every employee looked as if they'd stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine – if those magazines had a section called "terrifyingly perfect staff."

For Hugo, this place was a nightmare. Too clean. Too orderly.

"Why are we here, dear?" Hugo's voice sounded slightly strained, though he tried to feign his signature charming indifference. He walked a little behind, allowing his wife to confidently navigate the agency's gleaming floors, while their daughter Serena kept looking back, holding her breath with curiosity.

"We're here because I want to hire a nanny. At least for a few hours a week. You yourself said I deserve a rest," she gently reminded him, without slowing her pace. Her voice was calm but insistent, meaning it was not open for discussion.

Hugo sighed heavily.

Yes, he had said that. And yes, she truly deserved it.

But at an agency where Lycaon works?

What a strange, almost ironic twist of fate.

He was already mentally preparing a few sarcastic remarks when he heard:

"He's FLUFFY!!" Little Serena's excited shriek echoed through the corridor before hitting Hugo's very consciousness.

He spun around sharply.

In the center of the perfectly symmetrical hall stood Lycaon. As always, in an impeccably pressed suit, with an icy expression that only the best butlers or judges at international figure skating competitions could boast. But this time, his ears... twitched. Not much, not theatrically – just a little, for a fraction of a second. But Hugo noticed it.

And most importantly, his daughter noticed it too.

"Fluffy! Mom, he's a real big fluffy dog! With ears! And a tail!!" Serena bounced in place, like a little chick waiting for food. "Can I pet him? Ple-e-ease!"

Hugo's face twisted. His breath hitched from poorly suppressed laughter.

"Oh, Serena, my little star, you just saved my day..." he muttered and burst into open, clear, almost relieved laughter, as if all the accumulated discomfort had simply evaporated.

Hugo's wife flushed, her eyes wide with horror.

"I'm so sorry, Lycaon, she didn't mean to... She's just a child, her... her behavior..." she nervously fluttered, trying to apologize with her whole body.

But Serena, despite her young age, stepped forward with surprising dignity – truly in the spirit of her father.

"Mr. Lycaon, you are very handsome, and you look like a noble beast from fairy tales. Mom taught me to be polite, but..." she hesitated for a moment, "...I've always dreamed of touching a tail. Do you mind?"

Lycaon looked at her for a long, long time. He knelt down to be at Serena's level and allowed himself a slight, almost imperceptible smile.

"If you are careful..." he said softly. "...then, perhaps, I will make an exception."

Serena beamed happily.

"I'll be the gentlest in the world!"

She gently touched the tip of the fluffy, snow-white tail, stroking it like a magical relic. Lycaon restrained an inner storm – his gaze involuntarily slid towards Hugo, who was still doubled over with laughter, holding his stomach.

"Hugo, I'll remember this moment," he remarked in an icy tone.

"Please, remember it twice! I finally have a reason to smile while in this ridiculously sterile establishment."

Hugo's wife quietly giggled, unable to resist the comical situation.

Lycaon, noticing this, leaned back and stood up. His gaze became cold again, but without the previous sharpness. He looked at Serena.

"You are a very polite girl. I hope you will teach your father good manners too."

"I'm already trying!" Serena responded cheerfully. "He always pretends he doesn't hear, but then he does what I say anyway."

"Hey, little star, don't reveal my secrets so soon," Hugo interjected, shaking his head, but his eyes sparkled with genuine warmth.

They spent some more time at the agency, discussing terms, choosing an employee, and even having a cup of tea. The atmosphere lightened – as if even between Hugo and Lycaon a shadow of old respect had slipped through, albeit covered by jokes and teasing.

As they said goodbye, already at the door, Serena stood on tiptoes and looked at Lycaon again:

"You're still fluffy, even if you hide it. Thank you."

And Lycaon, though reservedly, still nodded slightly – as if acknowledging the girl's gratitude and paying tribute to her sincerity.

[baba-o-riledup]

“But because you were a good listener, you got answers to both.” just call him Good Boy and get it over with

[thekingbiscuit]

Very important legend headcannon,

I see him as the physically weakest link as a baseline, he's relied on power bracelets and titan mitts his whole life, in some of his earlier games he can't even push a pot around. That and a bad diet his whole life.

That being said! How does he gain the respect of the macho gorons? He dances! Everyone's aware that the gorons have a movement culture but it's really in the oracle games you get to join in on their sessions.

Picture this, twilight and legend have to get through some goron sacred ground and they have to achieve "brother" status to get through. Twilight tosses their biggest guy no problem, but he's worried. Legend's so small, they're gonna crush him! And they made him take off all his gear waist up! He starts to try talking his way through it but legend shuts him up.

Legend gets up in the ring with the goron he's supposed to face, and proceeds to execute the most acrobatic breakdance routine twilight has ever seen in his damn life. The gorons go insane, egging him on. At the end of it they cheer and recognize him as a brother immediately. Legend puts his clothes back on and smirks back at twilight, still dumbfounded.

"They're never gonna believe you"

[vanishbyers]

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[not-another-robin]

30 years old they should be at the cluuuub

[o-i-w-u]

me when this fuckass scholar keeps sending people to my peak attempting to let them experience worldview shattering misery and despair under the wishful guise of enlightenment

i did it i did the thing again i put an absurd amount of effort into a shit post,, kill me on the spot before it happens again

^original

[ezkel]

James: Please go on a date with me

Regulus, about to respond:

James: I'm not above begging

[voidzpng]

g-g-girls

[peachphernalia]

read the marble hornets comics . it’s going bad for me. skullayyyyy

[winchestergifs]

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 185.5/327 (part 2)

5.13 The Song Remains the Same Written by Sera Gamble & Nancy Weiner Directed by Steve Boyum Original Air Date: February 4, 2010