#went to target

[ikkan]

with the people i’ve been dealing with in public places…i’m about to start swinging 👊🏻

[sawruhh]

I made a breakfast Crunchwrap myself at home today including the sauce and I just wanna say I can really do it all folks

[kash-phia]

baby pokemon trainers 🐣

[e-vay]

Found these at Target

THEY’RE SO CUTE!!!!!

[switchbladefightz]

lisa frankenstein is the most "target audience" movie ever. it's me i'm the target audience

[vivianquill]

Tango couldn't remember the last time he slept.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd worked on a redstone project either.

That was irrelevant! He was perfectly fine. There was a reason he was down by Gem's docks. Right?

"Tango?"

Speak of the devil and she shall appear! That was Gem herself, pulling Tango around. He didn't want to, there was something about the--

"Tango. Tango, hey." Gem forced him to meet her eyes, "Don't tell me you've been possessed again. After last time? C'mon man, you said you'd. . . do. . ."

Tango didn't know what Gem was talking about. He wasn't possessed. Tango knew what that felt like and that wasn't this.

Gem got an odd look in her eye, before latching her hand around his wrist and dragging him back up the path towards his house. But--

That wasn't home anymore.

Not when his place was down by the water-- in the water-- he was waiting for someone to come back--

"No-- Tango-! Ugh." Gem planted herself between Tango and the mists over the water-- the place where he had promised to be.

Tango found himself sitting at the edge of the dock. There was something tied around his wrist, but he didn't mind. The tips of his boots were dragging in the foam.

"Tango, homie-buddie. It's freezing out here, you should come inside." Skizz had rested a hand on Tango's shoulder.

"Can't you hear it?" Tango asked, breathless as it came back.

The song was promising him the answers to everything. He just had to be here to hear it. To decipher it's song.

"Hear what?"

Tango was fighting against the pull of hands, trying to take him away. His friends-- not friends anymore-- they wanted to take the music for themselves-- "I promised! I promised--"

His mouth was full of the taste of blood. Blood and cotton and he couldn't hear the rush of the waves anymore. He was too warm. There were voices nearby.

"How is he?" Oh, Tango recognized that voice, that was Xisuma.

"Still unresponsive. Is Ren-?" That sounded like Impulse.

"The same way."

Impulse sighed, "He's too quiet. Tango's never been this quiet."

"I'm listening." Tango had to listen otherwise he might miss the music.

He couldn't remember who the music went to, but-- It was someone he needed to be there for. How long had it been? He needed to get back to the water.

Tango was on his feet, trying to push past the arms holding him back. There was a snarl pooling on his tongue, frustration sparking deep in his bones. He needed to get back to the water.

He yelped as someone slammed into his back, knocking Tango off his feet and into the grass. He writhed, kicking, his tail lashing and sparking as he struggled to get free. There was nothing in his inventory. He had nothing but his hands and his fire and the grass around him and they were closing in--

Tango was floating in the bay, Gem's conduit letting him breathe like he should be able to. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, his fire was sputtering, angry about being underwater.

Well too bad fire, cause Tango was right where he was supposed to be.

As evidenced by who was in front of him.

The someone, the who he'd promised to be there for when he returned.

The song wrapped around him like a blanket, smothering the chill from the sea and guiding Tango close. He didn't quite remember where he'd met them before but he knew that this was the right thing.

Until he was out of the conduit's range.

Until the water that was so welcoming before now choked at his air and bit at his warmth.

Until the song that'd promised him everything suddenly disappeared.

A hand hauled Tango out of the water by the back of his shirt, dumping him in a sopping heap on the sand. He spit up half the ocean by the time he was able to breathe again.

He was hearing words, but he couldn't figure out what Skizz was saying. Or Impulse for that matter. The music was gone though.

It had abandoned him and now?

Tango didn't know what to do next.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

the ironic laughs never end

YOU KNOW WHAT?????? Rollo is a third year and his last name begins with F... Malleus is a third year and his last name begins with D... Because Japanese classrooms typically arrange seating in alphabetical order by last name, those two could end up in the same class, seated next to each other... (or at least very close to each other!)

AND SINCE ROLLO WOULD TAKE CLASSES AT NRC. WHAT IF HE JOINS A CLUB???? WHAT IF HE JOINS MALLEUS'S CLUB?????? 😭 WITH THE EXCUSE THAT HE HAS TO CLOSELY MONITOR MALLEUS?????? THEN THOSE TWO JUST GLARE AT EACH OTHER ALL DAY AND EVERYONE HAS TO WORRY FOR THEIR LIVES IF A BRAWL EVER BREAKS OUT

Can you tell that my excitement for the Rollo SSR keeps building with each passing day—

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Peeped the horrors

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[apocalyptic-byler]

hmmmmmmm thinking many thoughts about this scene

also thinking many thoughts about this particular photo

anyway mike wheeler watch your back 👍🏾

[nethnad]

rewatching the swordfight scene from the sea devils right now and

this has got to be the strangest en guarde position i've ever seen. sir what are you doing

[fagtainsparklez]

okay now i’m on board with qforever and baghera being sibling coded. forever is literally going around the french village specifically looking for angles that make her builds look bad so he can brag about how his looks better

[expelliarmus]

[xejune]

since I have no style, what about floyd in something cheesy from the target pride collection

one of his brothers got it for him (because he's proud and a sibling! it makes perfect sense!) & now he just wears it ironically everywhere.

[shima-draws]

LET’S GO GAMERS!!!!!!!

[seven-tastic]

mo yi turns into a cat

[kicktwine]

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