#WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[bitehand]

it only took me all night

[splatsys-sizeshift-shenanigans]

Sorry, but the post you reblogged where it's RoTTMNT season 3 is gonna come out? It's fake. I tried looking for it and the thing ain't real.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

thank you for telling us anon :(

[kikun]

@immolateheart said ; he seems engrossed in the rain & niwa's footfalls halt beside him, crouching as he lays his coat a mantle across lithe shoulders. " you'll catch a cold if you stay out here too long." he smiles softly , following his eyes. " it's nice - but it won't be worth it, i promise you." and his laughter is sonorous, a hand shielding himself from the rain.

The drizzle is something mortals shy away from, but the puppet cannot seem to understand why. Not when he witnesses the transparent globule trailing down his expanse of ashen flesh. He notes how it trickles with no route or direction, simply mapping out any groove it sticks to. It is… a familiar feeling to think upon.

But the rain is flicked away when the young boy turns at the sensation of fabric being draped over him. His wide eyes display the oncomings of a startle, dimming when they land on the sight of Niwa. His laughter comforts him more than any campfire they had constructed on long, winter nights, regardless of how the wind bit their flesh and made them shiver from a drop in temperature.

It all paled when Niwa shone the BRIGHTEST.

❝ But I cannot get sick. ❞ His attempts to blend in with mortals have been trying, especially when he cannot bring himself to utter a lie as an excuse to disguise his divinity. Not around Niwa, anyway. His eyes trek along the warmth of the fabric aligning his frame and his brows knit as he considers returning it to its rightful owner.

❝ You need it more than me, Niwa. ❞ His voice comes out almost as a plea, beckoning the older male to retrieve his wares and recapture the heat it would provide. At least more than he was currently experiencing.

The sight of the hand alarms the Archon's creation and he emerges in flight to wrap the coat around his friend, protecting his only family from the rain. Vengeful as a cloud.

[oddverse]

I adore your Pesci survives au. It makes perfect sense and it fucking rocks. Pesci keeping the necklace and holding it like that…ough…

However, I raise you, prosciutto survives au. Prosciutto barely makes it out of that train alive. He almost loses to the light several times, but he holds off long enough for Melone to get there and get him to a hospital.

He’s out cold for several days, and they had to amputate a leg because it got infected so badly, but sure enough, Prosciutto wakes up in a cold sweat. when Prosciutto awakes, the first word he says.

“Pesci…Pesci…Where…Where’s Pesci?”

Eventually coming to his senses, he realizes he’s in a hospital, and Risotto is waiting for him. No one else.

“Risotto! What’s going on? Where’s everyone, where’s Pesci?”

Risotto gets up and takes a knee. Then he looks directly into his eyes and said, with the most withheld, teary eyed expression he’s ever seen him make,

“Pesci died. Taken out by Bucciarati. The rest of the gang is gone too. Just you and me.”

Prosciutto hardly registers it, but it sinks in eventually. He remembers watching Bucciarati dismember him. Powerless, and too beaten up to stop it. Forever stuck in the shadow of that train, nothing but a poor example.

It’s cold outside today, isn’t it? For spring, at least.

melone too?,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I’ve said something super similar in the last about a surviving Prosciutto/Pesci completely swapping personalities to cope.

Pesci, immediate shut down but he’ll live. He’d have his screams and wails, he’d beg and damn everything to hell, then he’d cry and cry and cry, because he failed, for real this time. But he’ll get up eventually, he’ll hate himself forever but he will get up, and then it’ll be time to be a man. He’d be obligated to be better, to make it, to let it not be in vain. (I could even see him getting into suits…)

Prosciutto on the other hand would be sore to the touch, just imagine a Narancia level freak out but it’s our ever collected Prosci. I don’t think his face would ever be dry again. He didn’t even win, Pesci was his trump card and he didn’t even get to win. He played too rough and now he looks like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple pieces missing, and for what? And for what

He’d probably die from heartbreak and I am not even kidding,

He’s just a poor old lady

[dellarosula]

╰ ✧ ˖ @aesthetecomplex asked:

[XINYUE KIOSK DESSERT CART]

there stands the proud president of spina di rosula, every inch poised as kaveh remembers her. how nice it is to see navia in higher spirits this time around. fitting, too, considering she appears to wear the warm glow of the festivities wonderfully well.

"mademoiselle navia! i take it poisson's finally back on its feet now?" there's no bite to the question — he inquires eagerly, hoping to hear that its residents have finally started their lives anew.

there's something about her disposition that further coaxes a smile out of him. "...you wouldn't happen to have a sweet tooth, would you?" kaveh asks, opening a box filled with an assortment of goodies purchased from the cart. "i'd be happy to catch up over dessert if you have the time."

"Kaveh!"

Navia waves, beaming as he makes his approach. Such a familiar face would always inspire warmth in her, but his in its own, special way. She nods, just as eager to answer as he is to ask.

"Everyone has finally returned home. It's so lovely once more, and all thanks to you!" The smiles of all those that had been her friends, her family, restored by his genius. She owes him more thanks than she even knows how to give. "You'll have to come and visit soon, I'm certain everyone would love to see you again."

As directed, her attention flitters to the little display in his palm. Ocean eyes turn impossibly brighter, glittering with a childlike sort of excitement.

"Well, I could hardly decline such an offer! Come on, there are some tables that way with an amazing view of the harbor. I'll show you!"

[matrose]

isa lain subverted years of male characters telling their pregnant love interests to "stay safe for the baby" by simply putting her embryo on ice and then also putting her man on ice and telling him HE needed to stay safe for the baby. if anyones sacrifcing themselves for the greater good its gonna be ME. JUST me. that babys getting the artificial womb

[weirdalfemme]

my feeling when my friends say “oh yeah i forgot alfie funtimes isnt a canon bkmn character” because that means hes made a significant impact/presence in their lives and they love him that much enough to take him as canon and the fact me and theo put so much effort into making his story and dynamics believable and-

[rjalker]

alright Mr. Vulcan guy whose name I don't know, you go!! spite that mtoherfucker.

His father told him he brought shame to fifteen generations of their family.

"he's dying tho you gotta forgive him :((("

sounds like a personal problem!!

[realboutfatalfury]

i need to rework on my ryougi :( i'm not cool anymore....

[howlingday]

When Papa Jaune Leaves On Mission...

Magnum: MOM! MOM!

Nora: Agh! Wuh... (Yawns) What's wrong, honey?

Magnum: I-I had a bad dream.

Nora: Oh, I'm sure it's not so bad, sweetheart. (Lays down) Go ahead and tell Mommy all about it.

Magnum: W-Well, I was in a dark room, when I thought I saw the bogeyman-

Nora: THE BOGEYMAN?! (Leaps out of bed) YOU BOARD UP THE WINDOWS, I'LL GET THE GUN!

Nora: (Kicks in the door, Leans over Thrum) Thrum, I don't want to scare you, but there might be a bogeyman or bogeymen in the house!

Thrum: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[whathappensintherapy-official]

Indoctrination or Psychopathy?

How do you know if your problematic beliefs are cult indoctrination or just you being a naturally horrible person?

How do I know if I’m not just a psychopath?

What happens if a junior psychopath is raised in an RA/OA cult? Do they become me?

Dead rat under the cut don’t eat

I was a sadistic kid. I hated babies and thought it was funny when they cried. I daydreamed about being a deinonychus and eating the kids who made fun of me. I wasn’t a bully, I wasn’t mean to other kids for the hell of it, but I had a prey drive. I remember thinking babies were gross and stinky and stupid and ugly! I laughed my ass off at jokes about kicking babies off cliffs or shooting them out of a cannon and watching them go WAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaah ✨ into the stratosphere. I still think baby bbq and stabbing fetuses is hilarious as a concept. Maybe that’s why I’m not reacting as expected to the reading material…?

Then there’s the defensive disgust towards rape victims who allowed their rapists to leave the crime scene alive. My immediate response is how dare you disgrace women and degrade the human race by not removing rapists from the gene pool, how dare you refuse to die honorably by suicide if you are raped, how dare you fail to fight to the death. Which isn’t fair, but on some level I can’t *not* believe that. The only way I can make any other belief make sense is if I believe that women truly are weaker than men and helpless to male aggression, which is repugnant and I’m not going down the misogynist rabbit hole ever again. It feeds the perp introject and invalidates my own physical (nonsexual) abuse experiences.

I’ve tried to change my views and every time, alternate viewpoints just. Do. Not. Compute. and it confuses me.

—Ayesha

[goodoldfashionedloverguy]

been fantasizing about singing something stupid with bob so I was like "oh I'll just watch the clip and sing along with it" and I got SO EMBARRASSED [even tho I'm alone in my room] BUT.. I LIKED HOW OUR VOICES SOUNDED TOGETHER WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH /)////~////(\ I get tripped up tho trying to harmonize with him cuz he gets the FIRST FUCKING LINE WRONG GRRRR

[sugarymagica]

SCREAMING CRYING !??!?! LITERALLY GOING TO EXPLODE ???? THE FINALE WAS SO >?!?!?!?!??!? ?? /POS LITERALLY FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END !?!??!?! AND THE BITS OF SMOOTH ANIMATIONS AOOGOUUGHU !!!!!!!!!!!

THE ENDING WITH LUZ AND THE WHOLE GANG AND JUST ALL OF THEM GROWING UP HAS ME CRYINIGAND SCREAMING BRO ITS SO BITTERSWEET I WISH WE HAD MORE TIME WITH THEM

AND THEN THEY LOOKED AT US AND SAID BYE IM GOING TO LOSE IT HONESTLY THIS WHOLE EPISODOE WAS A ROLLERCOASTER OF EMOTIONS AND IM GLAD I RODE THRU IT

IM GONNA MISS THEM SO MUCH WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[formerchaoslord]

Why is Netto so bad at pick up lines?

"I think it might be for the same reason he was oblivious to Mayl's feelings for so long. He doesn't even understand what a pickup line really is..."

"That may be true, but I can only get better, right? All I gotta do is keep practicing!"

"Wait! Lan, don't...!"

"So how was that? I'm only getting better, right?"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

"GOOD HEAVENS!! THAT WAS YOUR WORST ONE YET!!!"

"I didn't even think that was possible..."

*Whimper.*

"Was it... Really that bad?"

Yes. Yes, it was.

[ribbondee]

"One Of Those Calls", a PMATGA Oneshot

Betrayus drunkenly dials up the Round House much to the annoyance of his brother.

The sun was shining, the air was warm... a fine day. Sadly the president wouldn't have much of a chance to enjoy it, as he was stuck inside doing paperwork again. Such was the life of the leader of Pac World.

He was sitting at his desk, about to sign his name on yet another document, when the phone rang. This wasn't unusual, quite the contrary actually. He often got business calls, calls for help (usually about Pacopolis being attacked again), or... those calls. He picked it up, and forced himself to speak in a cheery tone. "Hello, you have reached the Round House. This is President Spheros."

"Ayyyy waddup, Big Cheese?"

Oh boy. It was one of those calls. "For the last time, Betrayus, stop calling this number! If you're going to prank call me, do it on my personal phone please."

"Hmmm... nope!"

"What is it this time? Are you going to announce a new plan, or are you going to hit me with one of your jokes? Gonna rant at me again maybe?"

"Nah! I just wanted to say... did I ever... d-d-did I e-ever... tell you that you are a s-s-swell person?"

"Wut?", Stratos said with a priceless WTF expression. It was then that Stratos noticed something. Betrayus' words were long and slurred, and on top of that, that was something he'd never normally say in a million years. "Betrayus", the president said sternly, "are you drunk?" "Naaaaaaaaw I'm totally soberrrrr *hic*." Yep, definitely drunk. Drunk off his ghostly tail.

Stratos was about to hang up, he didn't have time for this. "I'm hanging up, Betrayus. Now go rest and sober up."

"Awww but brotherrr!"

Stratos practically slammed the phone back down, and massaged his temples. Not even ten seconds later, the phone rang again. He picked it back up, and raised his voice. "No Betrayus!" "Uhhh... I'm just calling to order a pizza...?"

"Oh. Sorry. You have the wrong number. You have reached the Round House."

"Oh..." The person on the other end hung up. Then, of course, it rang again. He sighed, picked up the phone, and prepared himself to listen to his brother again. "I also wanted to *hic* say that Pac World suuuucks. Also... have you heard the one about-"

"No. Stop calling. I'm trying to work." Stratos hung up the phone again. This was getting ridiculous. He didn't have time to listen to Betrayus' drunken ramblings, nor did he want to. Then, it rang once more. Furious, Stratos answered the phone and shouted into it. "FOR THE LAST TIME- STOP. CALLING."

For a few seconds the other end of the line was silent. Then, what sounded like snivelling could be heard. "Oh no..." Stratos rolled his eyes, knowing what was about to come.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"My lord", came a faint questioning voice on the other end, "there there sir." Drunk Betrayus was really something. He often got completely out of character and acted even more childish and strange than usual. Stratos was no stranger to seeing his brother in such a state. In fact, back when they still served as generals together, there was an instance where they both got wasted and sang shanties at the top of their lungs. He couldn't help but remember the memory so fondly, as it was one of the rare occasions when they had actually gotten along alright.

Betrayus continued to sob into the phone, the other person apparently trying to comfort him (he could only assume it was poor Buttler). "Betrayus."

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Betrayus..."

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"BETRAYUS!" The sobbing stopped abruptly. "Huh?"

"Please... just stop crying..."

"Okay fine... but hang up again and I'll... uh... send an attack! Yeah!"

"Like they'd listen to you while you're in that state. Betrayus, please just hang up... I really, REALLY don't have time for this."

"But *hic* brother, it gets lonely down here!" "Why would you seek my company? Last I knew you hated my guts." "Uhhh..." The drunken fire ghost was at a loss for words. "Now that I think of it... how did you even get intoxicated? Isn't alcohol flammable?"

"I dunno."

"...right. Now please hang up or I will. I have work to do."

"But-"

"Now."

"You're *hic* not mummy! *mumbling* she always did like you best anyway..."

"You leave her out of this!"

"Uh... Mr. President?"

That last voice had come from one of his bodyguards, both of which were clearly concerned. "I'm fine, I'm fine... I just... need to hang up..." "-and that's not even the half of it", Betrayus drunkenly continued. "she gave you e-everything... and me, I got jaaaaaaaaack *hic* squaaaaat. Far as I was concerned, she hated me..."

"No she didn't."

"Yes she did."

"No. She. Didn't."

"Uh-huh!"

"Okay so maybe I WAS the favorite... but she still kept and took care of you. Now I'm going to hang up and-"

"Did YOU hate me?"

"I'm sorry... what?"

"Wouldn't surprise me. You always were on top... leavin' me behind... pickin' on me just like the other kids..." He was beginning to snivel again. He continued to depressingly rant about it, clearly a result of his intoxication. "I..." Stratos actually found himself at a loss. "I've never HATED you…"

"Really?"

"Really. Now hang up. Get sober. ...and probably go into a rage later." "Okie dokie." Click. What… just happened? That was by far the closest he'd ever come to telling his little brother that he loved him ever since… he shuddered at the sudden flashback.

It was so many years ago, yet the memory was fresh as ever in his brain… Betrayus' screams and shrieks of agony as he was stripped of his body and banished to the Nether Realm. Oh how those screams haunted him so. As Betrayus and his army were forced into the portal, he yelled that he'd be back, repeatedly cursing his brother and saying that he hated him among other things that would make a sailor's words look tame.

In spite of all of his unforgivable crimes against Pacmanity, Stratos simply didn't have it in him to have his brother destroyed for good, a choice that would prove to be a very grave mistake. He should have disposed of Betrayus while he had the chance. But, he was too damn soft. His grip around his pen tightened, the force threatening to snap it in half. With a grunt, he put down the pen and lifted the phone back up. He dialed, and a familiar low, meek voice answered. "Hello?", said Buttler in a slightly confused tone. "I… need to speak with my brother. I have to tell him something I haven't in a very, very long time."