#jordans feesh

[erythristicbones]

THE BREADSTICK BOY IS HOME (+ our new tank setup and the panda corys i got to go with my other 3 corys :3)

[lilaceas]

fullfil.

send me to hell won't tier my pieces back as while love for you doesn't grow up upon dirt mud this grows my backbone can grow from my barehead on the bus if mean hallucination when all i did for you i wasn't with her & if love when true could feel warm & dozen of red roses & blue for all pain in my heart can feel tru, & train rides at nyc dow my robe can't shines if staring would be stars if we'd been high & city is ghostly can sounds bigger than your nightmares & can too be dreams, at least surely.

beyond your mind if school girl little fate her head with a crystals tiary & lots of anothers one crown you will know & your eyes bein' gray opals &

swimming pools &

we could drown together innocently like a mermaid & ariel single one.

'Cuz... love be all sniffin' glue & at same time sparing tint over our sky Cuz Heavenly there's some one good than us that gave grace to a way both be dark from within & cannot lie & steal did a child even do for past in a diary crowned candy pig bears. my daughter is myself i can feel she sayin' my name & hurt to be in mouth to mouth as made of money & moved by advices if you prey is only no one needs is only secret & not a way too cloudy if can rain if snowflakes in september springbreaker & we'd get on side to throwback a cigarette & lipstick baby daddy & nana. today i melt & i look upon my spune with a glass wet on & off, felt you watching me from your window you ruin me & that's bad you villain monster & hurts in me little dollyies bunny cold addict liar judger cop sunflower nicotine overdose night & night & night & night & silenced would be in you, may? you call me victim,

for bein' losin' rethoric bullets made off sprit & our drunk ass.

in one yellow cadillac- gold & gun. outside we be too unknows like had i been in a fashion catalog like i wasn't vlada so can be sweet like gettin' too far.from rulling & take my named drowsy in the middle of boulevard & see that shit places where you & her can be safe as vlada Roslyakova i need to go hamburguery at coke &

coke. Lower, live'st i named all poetry books i can't read my number is 3am. o clock & too damn...

honey spillun' fuzzy my tears i'm now.

polar bear coatted- fucks fucks we did give for farwell to princess & an question & pharmacy whose ones take this pain.

Away? she baby pink.

cherry lemonade sugar for breakfast strawberry jam for nothing we all hate strawberries & jam is for when i wake.

love is a riden through lavender air my daughter would hate.

another mommy take smokes all daddy's weed & mouth to hiphop club she is in some rebel heart like millie jackson would came back to prision @ Cemetary Gates. a park 'bout your favorite pill, daddy.

go like jordan, hit up 'em style. needed road gun, & she said fire gun to met glam & give up we'd be there.

glitter & powder. yo sick in Hell & bull shit i'm not like other but every boy's around what if i have my girlfriend. she's tall, sage. she bathin' me.

from smoking pop festival & cursing me be in a magazine cover & kissin' me tongue like peone failing, my baby cake at 15. bury me there no more tats i'm clean i'm new daddy is no longer takin' up little girl dosages we open like a flowery shop.

you 'bout to decapite we measured this taxi we getting more bullets for shows so can be muppet & doll, baby take slow is never wade, & hazy it Hendrix said teeth.

& if miss snort glue,

i'm at bars in 3 by the morning & lickin' my girlfriend pussy & she will be,

on lollipops 'Cuz.

we all drunk. sparkly likes, fireards is same over disney, eggs.

bacon & soda we are yves Saint laurent glowed skinned & hair isn't tide we cold we do not could &...

shore all beside my little girl dolly,

sun marmot light of Italia & cali to feesh your mind,

Captain show me your c-00. 65

touching her is touching me & she will love mommy more & money more all i know i'm bored off daddy that's sponch

give in 991 free & other tales 3 pgi. knowin' now my girlfriend didn't...

take like she was JFK & she seems such a beauty & no born & self devotion paradise isn't even closer:

&, fully of srlf speech & call me angel

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if you don't love me anymore it's not okay i build candy spiritual taste heart longed if you hit me say no more lies or your girlfried will kill you & no pressure & bring me not cocaine i have this in my...

summer dresses on closet i'll fuck you i'll fuck her thy love dismiss motel rest-in-hate-u,

Daddy, home in thee i'm a grow up i did my love born again same switch two pale zin & a little lit jar.

Thee me & U down sometimes i just wished for you to be dead you was boring then you become a drug dealer,

&, i want you all over but sometimes i get too drunk in the dark &

could believ's you dead, too. it crept me out bought to dream. my heart is sick grow again in lame,

my eyes roll

threel of pain.

[tsuki-sennin]

Merry Three Days After Christmas~! It's... evidently not very cold out in Oishi-Na Town, but that's okay! It snows in spirit~! And uh... the service I usually use died, so now I had to find a new one, lucky me~! And no, I'm not gonna use Crunchyroll, I have standards.

Anyways Yui, Kokone, Ran, Rosemary, Amane, Takumi, and all the rest are apparently celebrating a super secular Christmas, that's pretty epic of them.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Damn, I can't believe Black Pepper Man was Takumicchi Man all this time!

-Okay time to write them out, let's go

-Oh shit, we're getting revelations today?

-Yes CooQueen, I really think Fennel's gonna help.

-Oh shit, last Recipeppi?

-"One more thing~! I want Yui Nagomi's head on a silver platter!"

-Man, this theme song hasn't gotten even remotely old, idk how the musicians affiliated with Toei do it.

-Something Fennel holds near and dear to his heart </3

-Can't believe Yuin won.

-Beef stew! Only three hours remain...

-Ohhhhhhh fuuuuck, here comes Fennel.

-Cinnamon, hello.

-So, the stone broke because you got kicked out, huh?

-Yeah let's take a minute.

-Last time I went into a dark scary cave with somebody from another world full of fairies powered by a very specific concept, a seahorse attempted genocide, so I think maybe Takumicchi'd like to breathe.

-There's a pretender amidst we!

-Can't even call your dad, smh, this sucks Mari-chan.

-Help us, Cinnaman!

-Feed the hungry, cure the sick! Just like Jesus would do!

-Ah, no wonder this is a Christmas episode.

-Ooooooh...

-That's so pretty, holy crap

-Oh shit, we're back!

-Both Special ones, eh?

-Gowas! Gowas!

-Narshe's back!

-"What the fuck?

-Bundoru, Bundoru!

-Spiritoru too!

-"Where did that filthy cat man leave his particle accelerator?"

-Skaaaaaate!

-Aw, Dad :)

-You seem like a real swell guy, Papa Hikaru.

-Wheeeeeee

-Awwwww, you miss your dad, huh Fennel?

-"Nyaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

-...okay, I know this seems a little odd that your daughter knows this random dude who could bench press you, but trust me, it might be way better or worse than you think in a few minutes.

-"Mr. Yui's Dad is my name. ...my dad's name isn't Mr. Yui's Grandpa though. I married into the Yui's Ancestral Line clan."

-Come over to our place~!

-You're pretty sus, Mr. Fennel.

-Precious things.

-Big fat juicy feesh!

-Ah I see Kome-Kome's out and about!

-Aw, the little Hanamichi kiddos, that's nice!

-Yummy foofd...

-Oh my god, Amane brought her weird-ass brothers.

-Well goddamn, Ranchi! Share some with me and Koko-neechan!

-How big is that FUCKING FISH!?

-Amane with the Drank.

-Hell yeah, girl, go ahead! Party time! Party time!

-It's a Chrimbus Buffet!

-Fennel with the simple compliments.

-Catto

-Aaaaaaaaah, Kokone's butler! He's here! Ya boy! Todoroki! DILF can get it!

-Aaaaaaaw

-She was always obsessed with rice!

-Shinamon! The brother!

-He jelly

-"...thank you, Yui Nagomi. I have discovered my final target."

-WIZARD MAN

-Ah, headed off!

-Oh, Kokone! Your mom's comin' home for Christmas, huh?

-Noooooo, Yuin!

-The Rice Balls!

-"Right... the rice balls."

-Oooooh, this is a big one.

-"Come ON Seccy, it's Christmas! You're really gonna ruin TODAY!?"

-"Fuck you, you little shit! I'm getting that Christmas bonus!"

-...

-DID THIS BITCH JUST SUMMON A FUCKING POPCORN MACHINE

-Or, y'know, you could've asked Fennel to send you to the Delicious Field, that was something I'd have considered doing. I mean, I know he's evil, but

-Time to pop Seccy's kernels!

-Alright ladies, you know the drill! C'mon, c'mon! Let's stomp some ass!

-What was that, the thing had like... a second's worth delay before it opened fire on Yum-Yum.

-FINALE THE FIGHT JUST STARTED, WHYS YOUR SPECIAL THE FIRST ATTACK YOU DO

-DAMN GIRL 5000

-"Dude, c'mon, you look fucking miserable! You ruining the fun for everyone else won't make you feel better! Your Jordans are fake!"

-You fuckin' tell her, Yuin!

-Kome-Kome!

-Our last little Christmas prayer!

-C'mon, Seccy.

-Oh, here he comes!

-Damn, didn't mess around for even a second!

-Hello, Fennel!

-So, you're Godatz-sama.

-You're a right bastard, aren't you?

-Cool design though, love the extra classic overlord look.

-Godatz would totally be that one scene in Fist of the North Star. Where Souther makes the children he enslaved watch him eat a monstrously decadent banquet, takes three bites of steak as they look on in starvation, and flips the whole table right in front of them.

-And this catchy and happy theme song right after the shot of Yuin looking as sad and deflated as a wet dog! Girl you just got shot!

-GIRL, BOY WHY YOU FIGHTIN'

-Guess I gotta wait till Saturday night then. New Year's Eve! Fracc

[chiscribbs]

[Inspired by this beautiful, Broadway mashup performed by Jeremy Jordan and Laura Osnes.]

Jeremy & Laura duets always make me think of Varian & Raps. And this one, in particular, just screamed Enemy Kingdoms AU to me from the moment I heard it. I’ve been secretly working on this piece, on-and-off, for the better part of 6 months. And now, it’s FINALLY done, and I’m really happy with the result and so excited to share it with you all!! 

(The beautiful text is courtesy of @koilada​, who made it look so much prettier than my old program could have in a million years, lol. Thank you, Feesh 💕)

[correctmianitequotes]

(A/N good god this one’s a long one. Sorry not really sorry? lemme know if they’re too long, too short, or just right. as always, feedback is always SUPER appreciated, and if you have any ideas for where the series should go, please please please tell me!)

DAY 2: TUCKER

It’s been about two days on the island. I’m just now getting hungry. I guess now that I’m not constantly sprinting around with heavy armor on all the time I use less energy. Who’da guessed. 

So around midnight last night, while we were collecting seeds and trying to avoiding mobs, Tom said he had something important to discuss. 

“I just want to say I’m calling trial right now. I’m calling trial because just now- Sonja came up to me- and punched me.” Jordan gasped while Tom nodded. Sonja sputtered indignantly.

“I-no I- I didn’t-” Her words were drowned out by Tom’s cool tone. 

“Don’t worry, we’re going to have a fair trial here. Tucker, what do you think?”

“I vote she’s dead,” I declared.

“I vote she’s off the island as well!” Tom concurred. “Drown yourself! Drown yourself, woman!” 

“Oh… okay… goodbye everyone.” Sonja waded into the now cold water and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. She had taken off her shoes in the day and was walking around barefoot. Why? No clue. My girlfriend’s weird. 

Jordan, who had been quiet this whole time, diverted the conversation. “Alright, I’m tired of the mobs spawning. I’m lighting things up.”

“Yes, please,” I said. “Like a diamond, Jordan. Like a diamond in the sky.”

“Shine bright like a diamond~,” he sang, placing torches on the ground as he walked. 

“Oh wait, there are two zombie villagers over here!” Tom announced. “We should keep them and turn them back into villagers!”

“Oo! Yeah, let’s lure them into a trap, I got this,” I responded, digging a 2x2 hole in the ground.  Jordan made noises of uneasiness. I walked up to one of the zombie villagers and punched it twice. It started coming after me. Even walking, I outpaced it easily. My teammates were trying to trap the other one. I led my zombie over to the pit. “Come ‘ere, baby.” Unfortunately, the zombie was too smart for its own good and kept going in circles around my pit. 

“We got em! We got him in the pit!” Tom exclaimed. “Right, what should we name him?”

“Larry!”

“Terry Crews!”

“Oh, I guess Terry works,” Jordan conceded. “Still got that -erry theme going for it.”

“Dude, I need some help, this dude does not want to go in. Can someone please come and, like, punch him in here?” I asked.

“We already made a pit,” Tom said. “Come over here.” I followed him, and the zombie followed me. I walked around to the other side to tempt it to come and get me while Tom came up behind it to push it in. 

“Come’ere buddy,” I said. I gave Tom the signal. Tom ended up shoving it WAY TOO HARD and sent it flying RIGHT INTO ME.

“OW TOM WHAT THE SH- I JUST TOOK TWO DAMAGE!” I roared, reeling back. 

“Sorry mate, I guess I’m just too strong,” Tom apologized, flexing his muscles. Jordan laughed and took a swing at the zombie. It started coming back towards me. I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I gave it a light tap towards the pit.

“Dude, just hit him in there! Haymaker ‘im! Haymaker ‘im!” Tom cheered. I backed away. 

“I don’t wanna kill it!” 

“Tucker, it has so much health compared to your measly fist!” Jordan prompted me. Now Tom laughed. 

“My measly fist is so strong, though,” I said, looking to my girlfriend. “Right, Sonj?” Sonja just grinned at me. She was watching from the sidelines, letting the boys do the hard work. 

Tom and Jordan teamed up and punched him back over to me. I was up against a ledge in the sand, and got hit again. And again. I was taking some real damage. I screeched in fear, scrambling away towards the torches. 

“Alright, I’m out, I’m not doing this, you guys suck, this was not worth it at all,” I ranted. Right as I said that, Tom and Jordan managed to hit it into the pit. I never realized how well they worked together until our final purge, when they teamed up briefly and absolutely wrecked everyone else. When they actually put their minds together to collaborate, they’re pretty unbeatable. 

I went back to the sand hut to heal. I had gotten hit pretty bad. I watched the entrance as Tom confronted two spiders and a zombie at once. He had gotten hold of an iron sword (probably from Jordan) and started beating the zombie back. This zombie had somehow gotten chain armor, which is weird because this island looks like it’s never had humans on it, ever. Instead of hitting the zombie and getting a nice thwack, all Tom got was a dull clink as his sword came in contact with the armor. Sonja came over to help with her stone sword. 

“Sonja, get out of the way,” I heard Tom mutter to her, concentrating on landing the blows just right. In the two and a half days we’ve been on the island, Sonja has already wandered into possible harm’s way twice now. The first time was when she was checking out the mine and kept walking in front of Jordan while he was trying to swing his pickaxe. 

“Sonja, get out of the way!” he reproached, nearly goring her with his stone pick. 

“Sorry!” she replied. “I’m just so curious!” 

“Well come be curious over here,” I said to her. She’s not very good at being aware of her surroundings. While Tom can never stay on task, she gets tunnel vision and ignores everything around her. Jordan’s good at both. It’s unconscious for him, I think. He’s been through so many worlds that checking over his shoulder is natural for him. If anyone of us makes it to the end (which we all probably will, ‘cept for Sonja. Sorry Sonj.), I think it’ll be him. 

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Anyways, back to the zombie fight. Sonja took out the spiders while Tom hit the zombie again and again. Finally, it dissipated in a puff of smoke, along with the armor. Damn. 

“I’m getting pretty hungry. Tucker, do you still have those apples?” she asked me. I clicked my tongue and shook my head. “Nah, I had to eat them. I’m still about half way away from being all healed up, and I need food too, so.” 

As the sun rose, so did our need for food. I could hear Sonja’s stomach growling. I wasn’t super hungry, but in order to properly heal I would need at least another apple or something. 

 It was actually Tom who came up with a solution. “Alright, this is now Team Fishing, bitches,” he announced. “Who’s fisharooing with me?”

“I’ll fish,” I offered. “Let’s go on a fishing trip. It’ll be fun.” I stepped over to the water and sat down on the sand, preparing to cast. 

Sonja’s voice distracted me. “Alright, these two chickens have banged and now there’s another one, should I kill one for food?” I frowned and put down my rod. 

“Don’t kill the chicken,” I told her, making my way over to her. 

“Well, no, I made them bang, see, and-”

Out of nowhere, I heard screaming behind me. I whipped around and saw Tom clutching himself, staring at a tree that had apparently just grown. Jordan, who had been right near him, was laughing. 

“Wait, what just happened?” I asked. 

Jordan laughed some more, putting his hand on Tom’s shoulder. “Dude, are you okay?” 

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,” Tom yelled. He didn’t seem to be injured, from what I could tell. “I AM AGAINST TREE GROWTH!” He started marching around, pulling up all those saplings I had planted. 

“What just- what was that?” I asked again. I’m still not really sure, but from what I understand- 

Wait. One second. 

Okay, so Tom has requested that he gets to write the part where he nearly died on day 2. I’m handing the pen over to Tom. 

Okay, so I was just walking around the island, when suddenly, I stepped over a sapling, and it just- f-ckin- grew on me! The tree was just like, “nope”. And it hurt alot, too! I have splinters everywhere, I’m going to be picking wood out of my toes and torso for days. Anyways, I am now #antitreegrowth and will now chop down any sapling that I see. And that is the story of I nearly died to a f-ckin tree. F-ckin Groot. Alright, peace, homies!

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Okay, so I just got the paper back, and I see that Tom doesn’t know how to spell “a lot”, so nice going Tom. 

Anyways, once Tom’s near death experience was over, we got back on track with fishing. I cast my rod into the water and sat down on the beach again. 

“Any extra fishing rods I could borrow? I can help with fishing, too,” Jordans commented. 

“Right, because we need food,” said Tom helpfully. (See what I mean about not staying on task?) He and Sonja were talking about breeding when I felt a tug on my rod. I jumped up excitedly and pulled. I reeled in my spoils. 

“GUYS, I CAUGHT A FEESH! A one pound feesh!” I exclaimed. I immediately went to put it in the furnace. It was a decently sized fish. Definitely not enough to feed a crowd of 10,ooo people or whatever Jesus did, but definitely enough to stop hunger pangs. 

“Aw nice!” Tom said. He gave me a thumbs up as he chopped down a tree with personal intensity. “Can I please have it?”

I thought for a moment. ‘Of course not, I caught the damn thing.” If I didn’t heal up these zombie wounds soon, they would get infected and I would end up looking like Tom (I would still be better looking than Tom, of course, but I like having non-green skin and not having to cover most of my body to avoid catching on fire when I stand out in the sun too long). Then I thought about how Tom did kind of save my ass from zombies earlier, and almost died to a tree, and how it’s always a good thing to reward Tom for remembering his “pleases” and “thank yous”.

“I’m putting it in the furnace for you,” I told him, sliding the fish in there. I’d eat the next one that I caught. 

“Really? Aw, thanks, man.” Tom sounded sort of surprised. I went back over to the ocean, where I saw Jordan standing with a fishing rod that he had borrowed from Tom. I plopped down next to him. 

Jordan sighed. “This is gonna take so long,��� 

“Wanna crack open a beer?” I joked. Sidenote about me, I actually like fishing. It’s relaxing, and there’s a bonus in the fact that you get to eat something once you’re done. Just as I said that, I noticed Jordan’s sinker disappear.

“I got something”

“Reel it in, reel it in!” 

When Jordan pulled his line in, however, he did not get a delicious fish. He got an enchanted fishing rod! Lucky bastard. 

“Tom, here’s a return on your investment. One fishing rod,” Jordan said, proudly presenting his rod to Tom. 

Tom took it and checked it out. “Wait, now all three of us can fish!”  He jumped down the sand bank and sat in between Jordan and I. 

“That’s really odd, though. Like, we’re in the middle of nowhere. How did a fishing rod get out here?” Jordan wondered.

“Same thing with the armor and the zombie!”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe we aren’t alone out here. Maybe other people have already been here and died and we’re next.” Everyone got quiet for a second, contemplating this theory. Then Tom broke the silence by launching into what he believed what was the history of this great island. Still, the idea that we weren’t the first lingered in my mind like the smell of fish in the air.

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We fished and shot the breeze for a couple of hours. Whenever we caught one, we would hand it off to Sonja, who would put it in the furnace while she worked on improving our base.

“I had no idea this would be so efficient!” Tom remarked. 

“E-fish-ent?” Jordan made that face he makes whenever he tells a stupid pun. Sonja and I groaned. Tom laughed, but Tom laughs at everything Jordan says. 

Sonja popped up at the top of the sand bank. “Hey tucker, do you need some feesh?” 

“I do, actually.” I responded. She dropped it on my head. 

“Wow, thanks Sonj,” I said, gobbling it up as fast as I could without choking on the bone. I started to feel better after that. Now all I needed was a good dip in salt water and bam! No more worrying about getting mistaken for zombie (or worse: Tom) and being killed by one of my teammates. I decided to wade into the water and sit down in the shallow part, letting my wounds take in the salt water. It stung a little, but the water was cool and it felt nice. Once we caught enough fish to last us a little while, we all went about separate tasks. I was in the mine when I heard Sonja say to no one in particular, “Where did my rabbit go?”

“Why’s it your rabbit? It’s gonna be our rabbit,” I retorted. 

“I guess so… Yay! I found him!” 

“What’s his name?” Tom asked. 

“Hmmm... “ Here we go again. It’s basically a law a law that you have to name every single thing that moves. First the zombie villagers, now this.

“Well he kind of looks like a cow…” 

“Name it Moo the Rabbit,” I suggested. “Or Bud.”

Sonja sounded like she liked that name.“Moo! Moo the Rabbit.” 

I ventured back up to the surface. I had gotten loads of iron and coal. The sun was setting again when I got up there, and I could smell porkchops. I saw my girlfriend chasing a bunny around, Jordan working on the house to make it less crap, and Tom improving our farm so that we could breed the cows that had appeared. I took a deep breath and smiled. We are gonna make this work. 

Well, either Tom or Sonja’s recording after me, so you’ll find out what happens next when they writes it all down. I’m actually pretty stoked. Good things are ahead.

Signing off,

Jericho.

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[tipsoctopus]

"Him and Almiron would do bits for us" - These Newcastle fans react to genius moment

Hatem Ben Arfa spent four years at Newcastle United making 78 appearances and scoring 13 goals, and while he had the ability to get fans off their seats his inconsistencies on the pitch were always a frustration.

Outrageous from Ben Arfa💀 pic.twitter.com/GYm1zjEgsX

— FourFourTwo ⚽️ (@FourFourTwo) April 7, 2019

There’s no doubt of the 32-year-old’s talent, as he proved again on Sunday when he netted a stunning solo goal for Ligue 1 outfit Rennes, and fans of the Tyneside outfit were quick to react to the wonder-strike.

Since he left St James’ Park he has had an ill-fated spell at PSG sandwiched inbetween a brilliant season for Nice in 2015-16 and spell with Rennes, where where he has made 35 appearances and scored nine goals to date.

As well as having the ability to glide past three or four players he also tended to lose the ball in dangerous areas or fail to pass to teammates better placed.

On Saturday he showed his talent though as he scored two including a sublime individual goal, leading to a mixed reaction from Toon supporters on Twitter.

He’s a total fraud. Had loads of opportunities to pass there and kept running down blind alleys. 1/50 attempts results in anything positive for the team.

— Feesh (@MrFeesh) April 8, 2019

Really I didn’t see any of that when he was here. Another player who did it when he could be bothered.

— Barry (@ground_hogday) April 8, 2019

Don’t miss his attitude though.

— 6944Colin #FBPE (@6944colin) April 8, 2019

Now & again the guy was a genius?

— Solid back four (@Mickc_) April 8, 2019

I miss him full stop

— Jordan Hinds (@JordanHinds7) April 8, 2019

Him and Almiron would do bits for us

— Adrian (@Adrian____29) April 8, 2019

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[ghostpompeii]

Mayor Jordan’s day:

Dress up

✿ Nap ✿

Admire feesh

✿ Nap ✿