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The thing about starting to watch 911 in its 7th season is that it's kind of like watching Game of Thrones in its 7th season, ie characters have gone through the most BONKERS FUCKING POSSIBLE character arcs that they just reference super-casually all the time. Like hey remember how Daenerys walked into blazing infernos she herself started MULTIPLE TIMES? Remember how Buck got STRUCK BY LIGHTNING AND DIED? Or that time there was a tsunami? Or that time the evil queen blew up a whole-ass cathedral?
Just, the 911 wiki must be truly insane
#do I need a 911 tag?#someone once had it as weewooweewoo#which seems apt#so#weewooweewoo#also fair warning guys: I don't watch this show outside of the watch parties my friends throw#so please don't expect me to care about anything because I'm just along for the ride#but hey glad my blorbos in law are having a...good? time? a time at least
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EPISODE OF CRITS BABY
#WEEWOOWEEWOO#dimension 20#d20#dimension 20 fantasy high junior year#fantasy high junior year#fantasy high#fhjy#dimension 20 fantasy high
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yes beat me up my butch
#roxanne richter#roxie richter#scott pilgrim#myart#god i love her#i think i just like girls who’d beat me up… huhhhhhhh#is this surprising i have no idea#weewooweewoo#send help im apparently confused
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Being human was definitely overwhelming. In some instances Bill's increased senses were satisfying and intruiging, such as slamming a hammer onto the back of his hand or swan diving from the balcony.
Granted those both ended in Mabel fussing over him for days. Then there was the other side of feelings that were absolutely agonizing (as if breaking all your bones isn't agonizing).
There was of course the pain of being unable to quiet down an irritatingly loud room, feeling trapped in a small space, gross textures, crying. Crying was his least favorite part of being human.
He sat up in the spare room of the Mystery Shack currently bawling his eyes out. Strangely enough, crying always made him feel better once the tears had finally come to a stop, but the guilt always followed him soon after.
He remembered laughing coldly in the face of his victims tears, and he felt an odd sense of hypocricy that clawed at his insides. It felt an awful lot like remorse.
"Bill, it's time for your check up." Came the weathered voice of his former rival, Ford. Bill quickly attempted to wipe his tears away and forced a smile onto his face. "Hey Sixer. Is it time already to invade my personal space once again?"
"You lost your right to personal space when you decided to be the ring leader of the apocolypse." Ford deadpanned. Fair enough.
Bill sighed before swinging his legs off of where he was perched to follow the taller man downstairs into his lab.
Out of all the people who disliked having Bill as a guest, Ford probably hated it the most. Dipper always seemed to be on constant alert as well but he was more scared of Bill than Ford was.
It had irritated Bill to no end by the fact that Ford treated him like a beaten old dog, harmless without his powers. It irritated him even more to know that Ford was correct.
"Checking me for any powers is pointless, I hope you know that," Bill reminded, "if I had my powers I'd be out of here faster than you could say Axolotl."
As expected, Ford completely ignored Bill's sass and pretended like he hadn't said anything. "You've been crying." Ford stated matter of factly. This caught Bill so off gaurd that he choked out, "How did you know?"
He swore he could've seen a smug smile from Ford which made his blood start to boil. With what, he wasn't quite sure... "Your eyes are red and puffy. I used that much to deduce that you were crying, isn't that right?"
"I wasn't crying. I've never cried, I'm not like you meat bags." Bill said confidently. Ford rolled his eyes as he lifted Bill up and plopped him on the examination table like he weighed nothing--which, he probably did. Human food didn't agree with him-- before his face softened.
The look was uncomfortably familiar to Bill, it was a look of pity. He'd gotten it countless times in the past two weeks by Mabel but seeing it from Ford of all people was unnerving.
"You do realize that you are one of us now, right? And that means you are vulnerable to the same softness us humans possess. There's no use trying to hide it." Ford said sternly.
Bill squirmed uncomfortably on the table as Ford pressed a cold stethoscope to his bare chest. "I'd rather that nobody pictures me snivelling like an idiot."
Ford snorted, retreating the stethoscope from Bill and scribbling data onto his clipboard. "Too late."
Bill snarled at Ford, his fists tightening weakly. He tried his best to ignore Ford's snide remarks, he truly had, but he was just so infuriating! Despite knowing his weak strength, he kicked Ford square in the chest.
He was breifly satisfied by the sound of Ford grunting in pain and clutching his chest, before fear took over when he saw Ford lunge at him and sucessfully pin his arms.
Pain wasn't exactly Bill's concern at the moment, he was simply terrifyed of being humilated by the fact that he could not stop Ford even if he wanted to. "I wouldn't do that if I were you! I'll tell Shooting Star and you'll never hear the end of it." Bill threatened.
To his surprise, Ford smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you, Bill. I'm actually going to use something that Mabel would strongly approve of."
...What the hell did he mean by tha-
"W-Wait, no.. SIXER!" Bill burst out laughing after Ford placed one wiggling finger to his exposed armpit. "I thought that tickling would be much more effective." Ford teased. To Bill's horror, his face began to redden.
"You DI-" Bill was cut off by his own shrieking when all twelve of Ford's fingers came brushing past his sides. "Language, Bill. There are children here." Ford said seriously, but only Bill could detect the hint of amusement in his eye.
God, this was one of the most humiliating things he'd ever been through. More humiliating than being beaten by 12 year olds, even...
The worst part was he knew that with his depleted strength there was no hope at fighting back, and Ford gave him the wiggle room to try.
"Honestly I didn't know that this would work out so well," Ford commented in surprise, "Mabel told me she used tickling against you one time, but I didn't think she was actually serious."
Bill growled at Ford through his laughter. "T-This is cruhuel and unusual punishment, Sixer!" Ford smirked at those words and then traced lightly along Bill's waist, delighting by the snorting it produced.
"I think it's only fair. Now you're really getting the human experience." Ford chuckled. "Are you ready for the finale?" Bill's brow furrowed in confusion as the tickling came to a stop.
"Finale? What are you talking about?" Ford smoothed over the skin on Bill's tummy before taking in a cheeky breath. "A raspberry."
"The fruit? I don't see how that's- FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!" Bill dissolved into shrieking laughter as Ford brought his face down into the softness of Bill's stomach and nuzzled against it as he gave him one of the most diabolical forms of tickling Bill had ever come across.
Ford snickered inbetween raspberries, causing Bill to shake with laughter. "PLEHEHASE FORD!" Bill cried out as he squirming turned into melting and his maniacal laughter shifted to amused hysterics. Ford was caught off gaurd by the use of his real name and finally pulled away to which Bill audibly praised the Lord.
"Jesus, Bill. I tickled you so hard you turned religious?" Ford laughed, although this time there was only warmth lacing it. Bill felt himself involuntarily smiling brightly at the sound of it. "Shut up, Sixer. You know you're the same."
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A/N: sorry if this sucks fml.
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Hii 🫣 this is my first time sending an ask(which is not even an actual ask) or showing any sign of life besides lurking on here. I was silently and lovingly reading 3tan but it's very hard for me to put my feelings in words, so I just want to say that i ADORE it and I love your writing style and how much work you put into it. Keep the amazing job and know that you're doing a great job!
So anyways... I just wanted to share this here https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJprwHYD/ because these particular pictures might make me go actually insane, thinking about 3tan yoongi 💀🫠
omg hi!! i’ve seen you in notifs recently and it’s even cooler to see you in the inbox🥳🥳 nice to meet you! so happy you’re liking the series and there is a lot more to go🤪👍
oh……….
oh my GOD….. what the FCK??
#SWHSOFOWLSL#WEEWOOWEEWOO#HELP ME UP TEAM😭😭😭#damn this is a lethal set of pics#how dare you ?? (do it again!)#fckkntired#asks:3tan#*ryenfictalk#mailbox💌#lovely people#3tan#3fan:yoongi
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draw yourself in the cow suit
do it
don’t be a… COWard!!!!!! HAHAHA
one drop-dead gorgeous cow comin’ right up !
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the only way i know how to cope 🧍
#911 on fox#911 fox#911 crack#fox 911#911 memes#i am once again asking for your support#this show is how i cope with my delusions#redsonline#red on the internet#wee woo show#weewooweewoo
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I am really excited for Fridays (3.29) queue! It’s when I feel my Legacy story telling took a pivotal turn and I really started diving deeper into story telling and trying out different things.
If you’ve been following along with Astrid since the beginning of her generation, I think you will enjoy this plot twist ;) hehehe.
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my name is ramona, but my nickname is arlo. call me what u want to. u can call me fatshit if u want😍🩷
my pronouns are she her and im bi or something idfk
i like spongebob, we bare bears, the mr men show, gravity falls, pucca, coraline, harry potter, mao mao: heroes of pure heart, batman, steven universe, green eggs and ham, dsmp, we baby bears, undertale, big mouth, human resources, and over the garden wall.
my most recent hyperfixation is spongebob, soecifically with the ship squidbob😛 i will literally write pretty much anything about spongebob as long as its not abusive or problematic.
requests and dms are open
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T my beloved. I’m suffering from oc brainrot nd so are you guys now because i said so.
he’s so funky look at em
#undertale au#undertale aus#undertale fanart#undertale#undertale oc#sans oc#goated with the sauce#weewooweewoo#yaayayayyayayayay
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Made myself a buck centric wallpaper (w Buddie undertones xx) and thought I’d share!! I usually crop up the bottom so u don’t see the water mark and the gap at the top is bc my iPhone screen is covered there ❤️🔥
Also they’re all just from Pinterest!! I just found the collection and cut out any people I wanted like a collage 💙❤️
Alsooooo it’s supposed to be that blurry!! I like adding grain so that the edges of photos are less stark and blend together a bit more <33
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omg you watch the weewoo show
join the fun
i just started watching the weewoo show! also loving that its called the weewoo show. i have been trying to force myself to not rewatch greys anatomy for the 104th time, and have been expanding my horizons and stumbled upon it!
I had No Idea it was like a Thing. And was pleasantly surprised yesterday when i saw it had SEVEN WHOLE SEASONS. the joy.
im excited to be on this journey. also angela bassett is too beautiful for this world
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Happy New Year!
,,,that's it, that's the post- sorry I keep forgetting to share my stuff here JSGGWKWJVSBS;;;
Good luck this year guys, drink water, stay strong
#happy new year#i guess#is that tag corny?#happyyyyy wieners#weewooweewoo#weeeeeeeeee#Silver'sArt#YIPPEEEEEE
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Tickletober: prompt 1
Anticipation
fandom: lego batman
Bruce was breathing sharply as he entered the room, trying not to feel anxious about meeting the Joker. Anxiety was one of Joker's favorite looks on Batman and he refused to give him the satisfaction of playing into his games. He swung open the door to see Joker sitting cross legged on the floor, a smug grin on his face that told Bruce everything he needed to know for how this interrogation would go.
"Oh hi, Batman!" Joker waved, his shark-like grin disappearing into one of innocence, "how are you feeling about the little surprise I left for you?"
Bruce's face was practically aflame after all the stress and annoyance Joker had caused, going through all that trouble of placing a bomb in the center of Gotham City. Over the years, Bruce had managed to come up with a system to categorize the crimes Joker commits. This one fell into the petty attention seeking side of the system.
With a dramatic wave of his cape, he appeared behind Joker and pinned him to the floor with ease. The Joker remained calm, that infuriating lazy smile still glued to his face even after being straddled and taken down with force. "Cut the baloney, Joker. You'd better give me the code to diffuse the bomb or- "
"Or what? You'll hit me?" Joker grinned sadistically, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Ugh! I hate that you like this." Bruce growled as he shook the Joker with pent up frustration.
Joker merely laughed at this and rolled his eyes, "You're so simple, Bats. I love that about you." He bit his lip flirtatiously. Bruce ignored the heat rising in his cheeks and twisted Joker's arm around his back and vented his anger by punching the Joker's jaw.
Joker made a quick recovery, easily managing a sly smile. "I guess it's true what they say, huh? You just can't teach an old bat new tricks!" he cackled, "don't you get it, genius? The old tactics of pain don't work on wittle ol' me! You'd better find some other way to entertain me, I'm getting bored, darling."
Normally, the Joker's babbling would throw Bruce off, but he caught a word in the monolouge that intruiged him. Pain? Is that the problem? He eyed the Joker, frowning at the self-injurious behavior written all over him. Pain wouldn't solve anything when it came to this man. So, the question remained, what would be torturous to the Joker that wouldn't hurt him? Joker must've taken Bruce's silence as tolerance and he grew upset, he wanted Batman to engage. He wanted anger, or anything related to the feeling of passion.
"Can't you just play with me a LITTE?! What's stopping you from tickling my funny bone occasionally?" Joker pouted. The dark slits of Bruce's eyes widened a little bit at this.
"Now that you mention it..." His deep voice rumbled out, adjusting his grip on Joker so that his hands were pinned above his head and his lower body straddled by Bruce's legs. "Maybe that's just what you need." Bruce quipped, flexing his gloved fingers threateningly. To Bruce's pleasant surprise, the action elicited a small squeak.
He couldn't help but smirk and draw his hands slowly closer...The closer the wiggling fingers got, the higher in pitch Joker's voice became.
"Okay- Wait. No no no, BATMAN WAIT!" Joker gasped, the claw like hand just inches away from the Joker's ribs. Bruce raised a brow, "You were saying?" He stopped drawing his hand closer, but remained right next to where he was about to tickle. Joker's breathing shallowed as he nervously eyed the hand that his body was twitching away from.
"I-I was saying what??" Joker squeaked out, resisting raising his voice at Bruce in fear of the hand finally landing onto his electrofied nerves.
"The code to the bomb, I believe." Bruce said indifferently, copying the same lazy smile tne Joker had taunted him with just a few minutes ago. Joker's brow furrowed and cheeks puffed out slightly like a child getting scolded. When he remained silent, Bruce made his hand jump closer to Joker, swallowing a smile when Joker let out a shrieky giggle and hid his face in his restrained arms.
"Oh, screw you!" Joker yelled, but it didn't have the desired effect when his voice was laced with restrained laughter.
"I know, I know. Aren't I just so terrible for not letting you blow up the city?" Bruce mocked sarcastically, "now come on Joker. Unless you...want to be tickled." His voice dropped low again when he added the last part. Joker's usually pale face turned a rare shade of red, gulping as he muttered out, "I'd rather not."
Bruce couldn't help a triumphant smile from spreading across his face at making Joker blush, a task which required a great amount of skillful teasing. He knew this was exactly what Joker wanted, and he was happy to give it to him. "Don't clam up. We don't have all day." Bruce urged, sounding sterner. The familiarity of the roughness in Bruce's tone seemed to relax Joker enough to make one of his bold observations. "That's exactly what I was about to say to you, bats. You'd better hurry this thing up before the whole city goes BOOM!" He mimicked the sound of an explosion. Bruce paid no attention to the threat, what caught his attention was a hidden desire behind Joker's words, one much more innocent than anything he'd ever sought.
"Joker, do you actually...want to be tickled?" Bruce asked, alluding to what he'd said earlier, but with a more genuine tone. This seemed to be all it took to clear out the last bit of venom in Joker's voice, because he started babbling like an idiot and giggling nervously. "I-I mean...I could handle it...but it's not like I- ahaha.. want you to or anything..."
Bruce rolled his eyes, although behind the mask you might be able to see the fondness behind the eyeroll. "Oh, just shut up and get tickled, you clown." He finally placed his fingers onto Joker's stimulated ribs and resisted a smile at the huge jerk of Joker's body as he burst into laughter after yelping in surprise. A stream of swears followed soon after as he arched his back and kicked his legs out from behind Bruce.
"O-OHOKKAY! OKAY!!" Joker shrieked out the plea with such desperation thst Bruce quickly felt compelled to retreat his hand from Joker's apparently deathly ticklish ribs. "God. That's new.." Bruce whispered to himself, looking a little exasperated at how well the new tactic had worked.
Joker stammered out the code through half formed giggles, "H-Ha...you're gonna laugh. The c-code is 69."
Bruce stared at Joker, looking unimpressed at his immature attempt at humor. "I don't think I will." He lets go of Joker and the man immediately scrambles out from under the bat. Bruce took a step forward, "What? You don't want a round two?" Joker took a step away and gave Bruce a provoking sneer, "Don't you have an entire bomb to diffuse or something?!" Bruce smiled knowingly, "I checked the time frame on the bomb. It isn't set to explode for another 24 hours. Looks like someone wanted to give me all the time in the world to come and tickle the code out of him."
Joker's breath hitched at this and his face slowly grew warm. Bruce found the Joker's reaction amusing and decided to go for one last snide remark, "Now get in the Batmobile so you can help me clean up your mess."
Joker glared at Bruce. "And it looks like someone would rather have me than anyone else in the world to help you with something. I believe we're at a stalemate." He quipped coldy, but his eyes were filled with playfulness as he got into the passenger seat on the Batmobile.
There was an unusual feeling of warmness as the two worked together to diffuse the bomb, Bruce would tell you it was due to the extreme heat warning.
Joker would tell you it's because they wanted to soak each other up before returning to opponents...
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A/N: whew that was my first batjokes fic in forever! hope i got the characters right<3
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So, I, um, was tired and blacked out for like 2 hours yesterday and woke up and found this unfinished today. Yeah I finished it today. That was fun :D
SPREAD THE SKULK, SPREAD THE SOULS
[Help how do you do the cut thingys. Also please reblog, apparently likes do nothing ._.]
#cubfan#cubfan135#hermitblr#hermitcraft s9#hermitcraft season nine#hermitcraft#empires x hermitcraft#hermitcraft x empires#hermpires#empires smp#esmp x hc#hc x empires#empires x hc#esmp#is this too many tags?#tumblr is difficult#weewooweewoo#this took me 4 hours.#actually almost 5
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