#AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

anime-dub-transcripts · 2 years

Text

Hetalia: The World Twinkle Episode #9: It's a Pandora Box of Countries! --- First Part Transcript

This episode has the first part of the micronations trying to find each other.

{Caption: Bam!}

Sealand: Thank you for waiting!

(Seborga: Ahaha!)

{Caption #1: Sealand}

Sealand: I asked you both to meet me here today in order to make a terribly important announcement.

{Caption #2: A self-proclaimed nation that became independent on a sea fort that was abandoned by England. England watches over him warmly. Looking for friends}

Seborga: Important announcement?

Sealand: That’s right, we’re going to find new group members! And Wy, I’d like to thank you in particular for coming to this meeting.

{Caption #1: Wy}

Wy: Whatever, I’m only here because I finished popping all the bubble wrap I had in my house, so I had nothing else to do.

{Caption #2: An independent nation in Australia formed by a single family. She’s the artist type}

Seborga: Wy, you’re always so funny in that way which I find confusing, but it’s wonderful to see you too!

{Caption #1: Seborga}

Seborga: Hey, I’m all about having new members, especially if we can get a smoking hot chick to sign up!

{Caption #2: A laid-back, independent nation that entrusts a lot of things to Italy. If you want a tour guide, leave it to him!}

Sealand: Just as we’d expect from Seborga! Hey, Wy, do you have an opinion regarding having new members?

Wy: Huh? I’m not sure why you’re asking me. I---well, if they’re decent people, I’d welcome them most likely.

{Caption: Yaay!!}

Sealand: All right! Then let’s go find new members of our treasure box of countries!

Seborga: I’ll take a treasure box!

Sealand: Maybe I’ll be able to make a hundred friends!

Wy: That’s entirely unrealistic.

(Sealand: Hm hm hm, hmhmhm…)

Narrator: Thus, the micronations microadventure to microsearch for more microfriends began.

Sealand: Hmhmhmhm! Hmhmhmhm!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

France [on TV]: If you don’t raise my wages, I’m going to go on strike again, so there!

{Caption: Company Owners}

{Caption: Austria}

Austria: You wish to see him, do you, children?

Sealand: You better believe it, bungo, because I’ve got proof there’s someone like us at your house, so just produce what you’ve got!

Wy: Calm down, silly!

(Sealand: Hmpf!)

Sealand: Where is he? Introduce us to him now, like, immediately!

Seborga: We just want to have more members in our group. Also, if you could acknowledge me as a republic…

(Sealand: Auh, don’t you ignore me! We’ve come here and asked you, now…)

Austria: Have you tried organizing your thoughts before speaking?

(Seborga: …it’d be super great)

(Sealand: …show him right now! Why are you just standing there?)

Sealand: Tell Germany too!

Austria: If you go straight down this road, you’ll be able to meet him, but I can’t promise he’ll join you.

Seborga: Thanks, we can at least try.

Austria: Please take care of him. He is more than a little sensitive and more than a lot eccentric.

{Caption: Dash!}

Sealand: On our way! We’re going straight!

Wy: No, we’re going six!

(Sealand: Haha!)

Seborga: Not that you don’t normally look happy, Sealand, but today you are beaming! What is that about?

Sealand: I’m just looking forward to getting to know our new friend, that’s all! And it might be someone who’s smaller than me, if not in stature, then at least in land area!

Seborga: Oh, I get it now!

{Caption #1: Kugelmugel}

Kugelmugel: Can a revolution be considered art and if so, why wouldn’t a Baumkuchen be art?

{Caption #2: A micronation in Austria founded by an artist}

Kugelmugel: In that case, what about a declaration of independence?

{Caption: Flash}

Kugelmugel: JA, THEY ARE INDEED ART!

(JA: YES → German)

Kugelmugel: AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!

{Caption: Ugggggggh!}

Kugelmugel: FOR ART!

Wy: He doesn’t look like someone who does “having friends” all that well.

(Kugelmugel: Wahahahaha!)

Sealand: I’m not usually so shy, but I don’t have the goolies to go talk to him.

(Kugelmugel: Wahahahahaha!)

Seborga: We probably should let him be. Ready to go?

(Kugelmugel: Wahahahaha!)

Sealand: Yes, perhaps we can catch him next time.

(Kugelmugel: Wahahahahaha!)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Molossia: Huah…another fine day today.

Dog: Wabbawabbawabbawow!

Molossia: Yeah, you’re tellin’ me. Feels good to tend the yard on a day like this, doesn’t it?

Dog: Yipyip!

Molossia: You’re right, it is lunchtime. And I’m hungry too.

{Caption: Quietly}

Seborga: Ehehehe!

(Sealand: Ehuah!)

{Caption: Grab!}

Molossia: Heah!

{Caption: Comb!}

Molossia: Huah! You mind tellin’ me why the hell you jackwagons declared all of this destruction?!

{Caption #1: Molossia}

{Caption #2: Bam}

{Caption #3: A mysterious nation in the state of Nevada. Only ten visitors a year are allowed to visit there for touring}

Wy: His reaction seems excessive!

{Caption: Fuming}

Molossia: You can’t just waltz onto this land; that’s illegal!

{Caption: Molossian passports (souvenirs)}

Seborga, Sealand: Ta-da!

Molossia: Molossian passports?! Goddammit, you entered legally?! Forget what you saw, or I’m gonna North Korea your asses! Come on, I guess I can show you around. Move it or lose it, folks!

Wy: Seems to me that all the other micronations might be weird.

Seborga: We wouldn’t need to be independent if we weren’t a little off.

Sealand: Stop! If you move it, you will lose it because we didn’t come all this way for sightseeing!

Molossia: What?! Then pack up all your crap and get the hell off my lawn!

Sealand: No, we can’t do that! We actually came here to ask you to be friends with us and we can’t exactly ask you if we leave, now can we?

Molossia: Me be friends with you? For the record, I don’t need any damn friends; I’m fine, just me and my dog! So if you don’t want this superhero to beat you within an inch of your life, you might wanna GO HOME! Everyone knows I have killed five cowboys with daggers using this magical mane!

{Caption: Bounce, bounce…}

Molossia: And the last thing I wanna hear is your crazy fantasies about friendship on my land!

(Dog: Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip!)

Wy: His legs freak me out!

(Dog: Yip! Yip!)

Sealand: If he doesn’t like us, we can’t do much about it.

(Molossia: Go away! No friend for you!)

Sealand: Tally-ho!

Molossia: Ahoh? WAIT FOR ME!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Molossia: The air out here is so full of nice moisture! Hey, you gotta problem with that?

Wy: Looks like we’ve got another live one.

(Molossia: Hey! No, no, no, no, no, no!)

Sealand: Onwards and upwards, I say, and I’ve heard there’s yet another one like us at our next stop!

(Molossia: No no no no! Get away from me!)

Seborga: Be the smokin’ hottie I dream of, please!

(Molossia: Aaaaaahhhhhh! Guys!)

Sealand [talking to the audience]: To be continued!

#anime #anime transcripts #anime dub transcripts #hetalia #hetalia dub transcripts

0 notes

shhhlikeme · 3 years

Text

Not me reading a timeskip kagehina fic on AO3 where Hinata goes to an adult fun store to surprise his husband Kags with later but the store cashier won’t let him purchase his lingerie because he looks like a kid. Hinata’s like “I’M 23 YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!” 💀 💀 💀

#aaaaaahahahahaha #kagehina

73 notes · View notes

rwby-theater · 4 years

Text

dove-july replied to your photo: GUESS WHOSE SHIP JUST RETURNED FROM A WATERY...

So thus Whiterose,Lancaster and Rosegarden shuddered as they prepared to defend their own, for the coming onslaught was yet upon them.

Avast ye scurvy dogs! Those cowardly ships had written us off, believed us to be lost beneath the waves! But they were wrong! We have merely been waiting! Waiting within folds of midnight waters for our opportunity to RISE! AND RISE WE HAVE! SAY IT WITH ME MEN!

WE’RE COMBAT READY!

#dove-july #rwby spoilers #aaaaaahahahahaha

3 notes · View notes

himboprince · 6 years

Text

Rando: Hey, U ok?

Me: *literally blasting I’m not Okay into my eardrums* Yup

#aaaaaahahahahaha #im literally not ook

1 note · View note

antipsychoticzzz · 7 years

Text

Stranger Things Season 2

He likes it cold ;))))))))))

#hahahaahah #aaaaaahahahahaha #alright ill be taking my leave

1 note · View note

grraveryl · 3 years

Photo

Something’s off. Nenji Ogata here’s not not transmitting any kind of command signal. Looks like the D-Code signature has been changed... That’s bad. Now I’m gonna have to check everyone’s individual codes. More work I don’t need...

#13 sentinels: aegis rim #13 sentinels #13 sentinels aegis rim #aegis rim #13 sentinels spoilers #takatoshi hijiyama #tsukasa okino #nenji ogata #13saredit #13senedit #gamingedit #dailygaming #dailyvideogames #mine; 13sar #mine; edits #mine; gifs #cute date ideas: just kidnap a dude #also the first two gifs.... aaaaaahahahahaha help my boy. pls.

21 notes · View notes

piratekenway · 2 years

Text

it’s a crime scene that I made!

#aaaaaahahahahaha i love fearne so much #critical role #cr spoilers

2 notes · View notes

kiwi-kitties · 3 years

Text

GUESS WHO PASSED THEIR ANATOMY AND PHYSIOLOGY COURSE AGAINST ALL ODDS. IT WAS ONLINE AND EIGHT WEEKS ONLY AND DESPITE THIS, I MANAGED TO CRAWL OUT WITH A B.

#kiwi rambles about stuff #AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA I WAS GOING TO GO INSANE IN THAT COURSE BUT IT'S OVER NOW

1 note · View note

boydykedoctor · 3 years

Note

'I can't believe you're dating my sister' would honestly be peak comedy done right adkjgfhd now I'm imagining Mike doing something dumb like attempting to punch a government dude in the face despite having no strength or physical power, so Will comes up from behind, swings an actual weapon (say fire extinguisher, I love Nancy) to knock 'em flat, takes a thoughtful pause then delivers that line, imagine Mike's expression fjkafk I'd die for it, Will saving his ass only to murder him seconds later

aaaaaahahahahaha get his ass, will

i would love to see will grab a weapon tbh i don’t think we’ve seen it since he picked up the gun in season 1 episode 1 (but i could be mistaken)

#ask #anonymous #will byers #mike wheeler

30 notes · View notes

shraqsmuses · 3 years

Note

Oh this is gonna be fun, how will Ann handle two beauties feeding themselves to her?

"Wait... Is it really okay to eat the two of you?"

"Yup! We're as alright with it as we are with your leader beating us up regularly. Of course, that doesn't mean he can get away with that all the time."

"You can gobble us right up like we're two giant cupcakes! A pair of frosty crêpes! Two cream-filled slices of ca-"

"Hold on. Do you two really taste as good as a frosted crêpe?"

"Mmm... I think I taste more like a-"

"There's only one way to find out, little human~" After she tossed a sugar sprinkler away, Palutena pressed her sugary head against Ann's dry lips, coating them with a generous layer of sugar. Before Ann could get ahold of her mind, her lips engulfed her divine meal and her head reeled itself back, exposing all of Palutena's legs before her lips reeled them into her mouth, tugging her blubber and licking a particularly salty and damp spot that reminded her of the filling that crêpes usually contained. After her tongue deprived the particular area of all of its moisture, Ann tightly held her meal's thighs and pushed it straight into her gullet, her tongue sliding against them until Palutena's feet passed down her throat.

"Haah, haah, haah, haah... W-What did you taste like again, Peach?"

"Oh dear... I think I taste like a... Strawberry shortcake? I don't know if I exactly ta-" With that, Ann pounced on Peach and shoved her round, flabby face into her mouth, slurping up her golden locks as she did so. Her tongue swabbed every open inch of the princess's face, slurping up her sweet lipstick off of her lips before her hands tore apart her collar so her tongue could drag itself across her meal's bosom before it vanished into her quaky throat. A short bout of whimpering commenced before Ann got to slip her tongue underneath two patches of sweat, which she gladly spread her tongue across, her whimpering being replaced with a succession of deep moans. Ann's tongue tore the overly-wet patches with her tongue to suck as much flavour out of them as she could with her tongue, Peach's arms progressively diving deeper in her throat with each deep gulp she took. With Peach's exquisite flavour now coating the entirety of her mouth, all it took was a few more gulps to shove her massive, doughy body and her fluffy dress down her distended throat, letting Peach join Palutena in Ann's round, exposed belly, which pushed her sweatshirt up to her breasts, compressing it and her lungs as it gently writhed and pushed every pocket of gas that built up within it.

"BURAAAAARRRRRRRRRP! So much suuugarrrrrararar~ Aaaaaahahahahaha~ I- BWMRPH, need more sweets~ More crêpes! More cakes! Anything that'll make my head feel all fuzzy and sugary! I can't let this flavour dissipate from my mouth! I-If Haru was here, she would give me all the sweets I wanted and cover herself in sugar, syrup, strawberry jam, cream, and yogurt before she dips her feet in my mouth and... And... Aaaaand... MmmmMMMMM, I WANNA EAT HER SO MUCH~! Haah, haah, haahahahaha~!"

#princess peach #palutena #ann takamaki

13 notes · View notes

trashyswitch · 4 years

Text

Please Go To Sleep...

Thomas is exhausted, and Remy won't leave him alone till he gets his latte. So, Remy decides to use one of his favorite persuasive tactics: tickling.

Well...I'm uploading this fanfic in Toronto. Why am I in Toronto? I have to get some tests on my heart. So...I'm risking my immunocompromised health in the Toronto General Hospital. I'll let you know how things went next time I post, or on Tumblr.

This is Tickletober Day 27: Favorite Spot

Thomas sighed as he laid in the bed in agitation.

“WOOOOO HOOOO! DANCE LIKE NOBODY’S WATCHIN’!”

Thomas growled into his pillow.

“Come ON, THOMAS! DON’T BE SUCH A PARTY POOPER!”

Thomas flipped him off.

“HAHA! SEE, YOU GUYS? THOMAS IS HAVING FUN!”

Thomas flopped his hand onto his bed and covered his head with the covers.

“AWWWW! Is Thomas preparing to do the BLANKET WORM?! HELL YEAH! GO THOMAS GO!” Remy started jumping on the bed and fistpumping the air. “GO THOMAS GO! YOU CAN DO IT THOMAS!”

Thomas finally threw a pillow at the man.

Remy pushed the pillow off his own face. “...Well that was rude.” Remy gasped and whimpered to himself. “Thoooomaaaas! You spilt my LATTE!” Remy whined, screaming the word ‘Latte’ like a toddler.

“J-st c-njurrr up -nothrr ooonne.” Thomas said to Remy through his pillow.

“But- NO!” Remy threw the starbucks latte cup at Thomas.

It bonked against the back of Thomas’s head. “Ow” Thomas grunted, rubbing his head.

Remy threw a pair of keys at Thomas next. “WE ARE BUYING ME ANOTHER LATTE. RIGHT NOW.” Remy ordered.

The keys clanged against Thomas’s head, in the exact same spot. “Oooohohow. Remyyyyy!” Thomas whined, wincing and rubbing his head in pain.

“You RUINED MY LATTE! My other white SHIRT, is COVERED IN LATTE! I NEED MY LATTE, OR I’M GONNA HURT SOMEONE!” Remy ordered.

Thomas rolled his eyes and shoved his face further into his pillow. “Y-u kindaa diid.” Thomas muttered.

“GOOD.” Remy shouted. “IT’S ALREADY GETTING BAD THEN.” Remy added, before pouting and crossing his arms in anger.

Thomas scoffed at that. But then he sighed and picked himself up. He got off his bed and wrapped his arms around Remy’s waist. “Come on, Remy. It’s time to sleep.” Thomas told him, lightly resting his chin on Remy’s shoulder.

Remy shook his head. “Mm mm. Not until I get my latte.” Remy ordered.

Thomas groaned. “What about tomorrow?” Thomas offered.

“Earlier.” Remy ordered.

“I can wake up early to get one.” Thomas compromised.

“No you can’t.” Remy told him. “Besides: earlier.” Remy added.

Thomas sighed into his shoulder. “You are just begging for a midnight latte, huh?” Thomas clarified.

Remy whined and bounced impatiently. “Yeeeeeess!” Remy whined back.

“Hmm...You don’t think anything else will help you get into bed with me?” Thomas asked with a smirk.

Remy softened his expression a little, but quickly hardened his expression. “No.”

Thomas smiled and slowly started to pull Remy along into bed. “If we sleep, we can dream about a latte factory.” Thomas offered.

Remy blinked in confusion. “...There are latte factories?” Remy asked.

Thomas shrugged his shoulders and made an ‘I dunno’ humming sound. “Might be.” Thomas told him. “Maybe we can discuss it in bed?” Thomas suggested.

Remy narrowed his eyes and looked away from the man. “No. Not without my latte.” Remy ordered.

Thomas blinked in surprise. He was truly being stubborn tonight. Were latte’s really that important to him?

Remy pulled away from him and turned to face the tired Thomas. “Listen, Thomas. If you don’t get me my Latte, I might need to force you.” Remy warned.

Thomas sniffed a laugh. “And how are you gonna do that?” Thomas asked him, crossing his arms in amusement.

Remy growled in anger, but quickly dropped his behaviour when he found an interesting feature on Thomas:

Thomas’s chest was bare. That gave him ideas to use the most playful, yet strategic version of persuading: tickling.

Remy started to feel a smirk growing on his face as he leaned into Thomas’s ear. “By taking advantage of your bare body.” Remy whispered proudly before pulling Thomas into his own chest. Thomas giggled and rested his head back on Remy’s shoulder, while Remy wrapped his arms around his waist.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Cuhuhuddling? Your forceful strategy is cuddling?” Thomas specified.

Remy hummed. “Not quite. Close, tho.” Remy replied before lightly poking and skittering his fingers on Thomas’s belly.

Thomas wiggles around a bit and let out slight titters. “Rehemy...wahahahit-” Thomas giggled, wiggling even more before breaking out of his grip.

“What? I’m just giving you belly rubs.” Remy told him as he pulled the man back into his arms.

Thomas yelped and squealed as more of his belly and ribs were poked and squeezed. He knew EXACTLY what Remy was up to, and he was NOT having it. Thomas started wiggling about even more, and struggled in an attempt to get out of his grip once again. But Remy had pulled Thomas further into his chest, locked him in with his arms, and took a big breath:

PBBFFFBBBBTT!

“aaAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! EEHEHEHEHEHE!” Thomas screamed and bursted out laughing.

“Ooooh! Ticklish, I see?” Remy asked with an obvious smile on his face.

Yeheah. You know that already though! You’re a version of me!” Thomas told him as he tried to get away.

“Doesn’t mean I knew how ticklish you are. Especially your neck!” Remy teased, fluttering his fingers on Thomas’s neck.

“Mmhmhmhmhmhehehehehahahahahaha!” Thomas giggled.

“Awww! Coochy coochy coo, my party killer!” Remy teased. He blew another raspberry onto Thomas’s neck.

“NOOOHOHOHO! STAHPIHIHIHIT!” Thomas begged.

“But why would I stop when you were being so rude earlier to me? I think Thomas needs more tickles~” Remy decided with a smirk.

Remy gently walked Thomas to the bed and laid Thomas onto the end of the bed on his back. Remy was standing above him and wiggling his fingers at him in an evil, anticipating manner. Thomas’s face grew red almost instantly as he tried to stop the man or tickle him back. But his sides were a no-go, and his armpits were not even ticklish.

Remy’s smirk widened. “Not ticklish, Thomas~” Remy sing-songed as he poked Thomas’s belly button.

Thomas let out a shriek and attempted to cover it up. But Remy grabbed Thomas’s dominant hand and pinned it to his side with his left, while he dipped and fluttered his finger inside Thomas’s navel. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! REHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT MYHYHYHY BEHEHEHE- BEHEHEH- NOHOHOHOHO!” Thomas yelled.

“Not your ‘beEeEe’? What’s a ‘bEeEe’?” Remy asked. Thomas shook his head in frustration, while Remy thought. Suddenly, Remy gasped and snapped his finger like he connected the dots! “Ooooh! Do you mean your belly button?!” Remy asked. Thomas looked away, embarrassed. “It’s because I LOVE belly buttons! They’re so tiny, but FILLED with ticklish nerves just waiting to be plucked and played to my enjoyment!” Remy teased as he poked and scratched in his belly button.

Thomas giggled and whined as he covered up his face with his free hand.

Remy giggled as he continued. “Is poor Tommy too embarrassed to say the b-word?” Remy teased.

“BITCH!” Someone yelled suddenly, prompting Remy to stop

Remy and Thomas blinked in surprise and turned their heads to the source of the sound. Hidden behind the dresser, was a mustached version of Thomas, who was shirtless and dawned a white highlight in his hair.

“Is bitch the word you were talking about?” Remus asked, holding up a yipping chihuahua.

Remy sighed and proceeded to ignore him by tickling Thomas’s belly button to make him laugh again. Thomas’s red blush was right back onto his face in seconds as he squeaked and laughed while pushing Remy with his free left hand.

Remus’s smile dropped as he realized what they were doing wasn't dirty whatsoever. In fact, it was the complete opposite. So, Remus rolled his eyes and lowered himself back into the imagination.

Remy chuckled. “Wow! If tickling is the hidden key to getting Remus to leave, we should tickle you more often!” Remy told him. Thomas shook his head instinctively as his pushing against Remy weakened and lessened. The tickling was weakening him to the point where he couldn’t even push his own sleep persona off himself! “Uh oh...looks like someone is weeeaaakeniiing~” Remy teased.

Thomas tried to cover half his face up in the bed comforter. “NOOOOHOHOHOhohohoho!” Thomas yelled.

“Oooohoho, I think it iiiiis! Are the tickle-tickle-tickles on your belly-belly button making you all weak and giggly?” Remy teased, going for his sides to lessen the tickles a bit.

“KIHIHIhihihindahahaha…” Thomas admitted.

Remy tsked to himself. “Well, looks like I accidentally gave you what you wanted then.” Remy told him. Remy stopped tickling him and wiped away the ghost tickles as well. “I suppose I can wait till tomorrow morning to get my latte.” Remy decided.

Thomas let out a sigh of relief as he recovered from the one-sided tickle fight. “Ohoho boy...okay.” Thomas replied.

Remy tilted his head. “You okay?” Remy asked him.

Thomas chuckled and leaned his head back on the bed. “Yeah.” He replied. Thomas reaches his arms out to Remy, silently asking him for a hug.

Remy nodded his head eagerly and hugged him without even thinking. Thomas happily hugged the man and cuddled him. Remy smiled. “Feeling cuddly now?” Remy asked.

Thomas grunted tiredly. “Mm hmm…” He kinda replied. Remy started to feel his eyes slowly getting a little heavy. He watched Thomas as he closed his eyes and began shallowly sleeping. He was too self-conscious to try and move now, because he may wake Thomas up by accident. As much as he wanted his latte…Thomas’s sleep mattered just a little more to him. He was Thomas’s sleep, after all. There were times when Thomas used to ignore Remy’s begs to go to sleep. But now that Thomas was an adult, he listened to Thomas more. In fact tonight, Thomas had to encourage Remy to head to bed! Talk about irony.

When Remy and Thomas woke up the next morning, it was 9am. Thomas smiled and gave Remy a forehead kiss. “Good morning Remy.” He greeted him.

Remy immediately shot up and pulled the covers off himself. “LATTE HERE WE COME!” Remy shouted, scooting himself out of bed and pulling his shoes on.

Thomas bursted out laughing. “Come here, you go-getter!” Thomas ordered playfully, wrapping his arms around Remy’s chest and pulling him back into bed. “NoOoOoOo!” Remy whined childishly, squirming about. “Come ooooonnn Thomas! I want my Latte! I waited all night for it like a good boy!” Remy begged.

“Nope! Not happening. First, I need my morning revenge.” Thomas explained proudly, wiggling his fingers at him.

“WAIT- NAAHAHAHAHA! THOHOHOHOM!” Remy shouted.

A HA! So you ARE TICKLISH! I was just going for the wrong SPOT!” Thomas declared.

...Let’s just say Remy’s morning latte ended up being an hour later than usual.

#ticklefic #switch!remy #switch!thomas #platonic relationships

28 notes · View notes