Imagine this. Pumpkin and Plum go trick-or-treating. Sugar enjoys candy. Everyone finds out that Spice has a regular Staryubucks (Sawsbucks??) order. The Halloween Shenanigan potential is infinite.
Halloween episode real ... Sugar just says fuck it and goes as a zoroark sphinx person with dog ears and legs and nobody questions it. Plum keeps shapeshifting into different kids and manages to trick her way into getting a 4 pound haul of candy before any of her parents can notice (half of which she can't eat b/c she's a puppy 😔) <-Spice thinks it's funny as hell that he can eat chocolate while Plum can't and makes sure to eat a kitkat right in front of her. just to torment her a little bit
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Top Gun: Peacock 🤠+🐓= 🦚 [Part 3]
[Bradley, Jake and Mitchell are on their way to the beach to meet their son’s godparents, Nat and Javy. Jake is sweet-talking his forever feathered chicken who’s moodily driving the Bronco.]
Jake: Come on, Bradley. A deal’s a deal. You HAVE to wear it.
Bradley: …
Jake: Do you really want to teach our son about not keeping his word?
Bradley: ….
Bradley: But I thought you always win at darts! That’s why I accepted the bet in the first place. I thought it was in the bag!
Jake: As much as it pains me to say, I wasn’t expecting Javy and Nat to win. I feel as bereft as you do, Roo. Come on. I wear one of your atrocities too. Do you really believe I’m okay being seen in public with…this? I even let you dress our baby with THAT THING.
Jake is looking forlornly at his son who is playing with his Léon plushie without a care in the world.
Bradley, smirking, to his son: Duckling, don’t you love your new clothes?
Little Mitchell: I wike it, pop! I’m you!
Bradley to Jake: HA. SEE? He likes it. My baby duck has such good tastes.
Jake: Agree to disagree, darlin’. I still have time to right his path. Also, I call dibs on his Halloween costume. Anyway, stop brooding and put your shirt!
Little Mitchell, giggling: Are we gonna have chicks, pops?! Nice.
Jake: No, honey, it means your pops doesn’t like his shirt. Silly, don’t you think?
Little Mitchell: Yeah. Siwwy. I wove your shirt pops!
Jake, mimicking tears: There is hope for you yet. You've earned the right to have a go in a F-18!
They arrive at the beach. Jake is carrying his son on his shoulders and making sounds of a F-18 taking off. These two happily laugh and run towards Nat and Javy, already there. Javy is even making howling sounds to welcome his favourite godson.
Natasha to Jake, smirking: Where is your other half?
Jake towards the bronco: Come on darlin’! Step off that perch of yours!
Bradley is bracing himself, puts the shirt and gets out of the car.
*Wolf-whistling*
Natasha: Looking good, Bradshaw!
Jake: Oh, very good, almost too good to be true.
Jake to Javy, discreetly: Thanks for this, man. You’re a true bro. I owe you one.
Javy: More like a thousand, but who’s counting…Now, give me my pup.
Natasha, Javy and Mitchell go towards the sea talking about Mitchell’s day at the zoo, meanwhile Bradley joins Jake.
Bradley: You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?
Jake with a devilishly smirking face: I don’t know what you’re talking about, darlin’.
[part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3] - [part 4]
(Check what's below the cut, you'll understand why Bradley is having a brooding seizure :P)
Little Mitchell's shirt:
Jake's shirt:
Bradley's shirt:
Nat's shirt:
Javy's shirt:
[part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3] - [part 4] - [part 5] - [part 6] - [part 7] - [part 8]
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📍 English Bay.
A pesar de ya haber pasado doce días, su estabilidad mental y emocional prenden de un hilo, diría que se encuentran mucho peor que su estado físico, y eso que aún le duele cada movimiento. En una medida desesperada, decidió dirigirse hasta muelle y actualmente, sentada en un banco, busca que el aire fresco le brinde calma. No lo logra, hay tanta gente allí que se siente paranoica, piensa que en cualquier momento alguien puede atacarla otra vez, de improvisto. “¿Qué me miras, imbécil?” Pregunta brusca e impulsiva escapa de sus labios dirigida a persona que aún no identifica, demasiado alterada como para pensar con claridad.
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you vommed on your mom’s head???
Aye. Not my finest hour, but it's what happens when a 13-year-old drinks nearly 2/3 of a bottle of vodka on new year's Eve.
ps. It was on her head cause she was trying to take my shoes off cause I couldn't undo my laces. This was after I fell off the wheelie bin.
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thing I adore about Tom Keifer from what he’s mentioned and that I have gleaned from his interviews, is he sounds like a homebody, one interview he mentions something that sounds similar to social anxiety, and another he mentions enjoying touring but also he’d rather be home!
I can imagine him being that type that is out at some party or something, and like “Man I wish I was at home”
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Merry Christmas friends!!! I have scraped something together for the occasion for the @berlermoevents Berlermo Secret Santa 🎄 Hope you all have a lovely Christmas and a happy new year!!!
Martín shrugs, and it makes him look elusive. "I don't need a reason. We're friends, that's good enough. It's cold out there, and I always go grab myself a coffee anyway, I wouldn't survive here without one– so why not?"
Andrés doesn't know what to do with that one. He thinks he might have just preferred it if Martín confessed to some criminal masterplan, aimed at ruining his whole entire life.
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