Firstly, HBOMB FINALLY GETS TO PLAY DECKED OUT ON HERMITCRAFT HOLY SHIT!!!!!
Secondly, I made a meme for it
(Thirdly, in case y’all don’t know that BB9 was the start of H’s hermit adoption arc AND the fact that Ren and H got on so well that Ren invited him to join Iskall’s Vault Hunters SMP where he proceeded to be adopted by even more Hermits and show his talent for dungeon crawling minecraft games. Not to mention him repeatedly asking to be allowed on Hermitcraft to play Decked Out 1 and now it’s finally happening!!!)
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It would never have happened if not for Dr. Fieldstone. Now, Leslie’s delighted about her joining the Richmond team on a more permanent basis – she works wonders with the lads (and one head coach who shall remain unnamed, if only because he’s still a little sensitive about seeing a therapist) – but it does mean that Leslie’s once more out of an office. Just for the moment, of course, until he can find a suitable space without kicking anyone else out of their room. It’s really no hassle. He’s doing fine on the bench just behind the recyling bins outside of the copy room.
Or he was, until Roy Kent stops by just on the other side of said bins and, seemingly entirely unaware of Leslie’s presence, starts fiddling with his phone in what can only be described as an angry way.
It’s Roy, so that’s nothing out of the ordinary, and Leslie’s just about to offer a friendly greeting when he hears the hollow rings of an outgoing call and ah, it’d be terribly rude interrupt, wouldn’t it?
For a long moment there’s nothing but beep after beep and Roy’s muttered pick the fuck up you fucking prick and then—
“What the fuck do you want?”
Jamie’s not on speaker, but the sound’s loud enough for Higgins to not only recognize the voice but to hear every word, and the jagged, slightly petulant edge to them.
“Where the fuck are you?” Roy growls.
“How’s that any of your business? Training’s fucking over for the day, Coach.” Spat, more or less.
“Don’t be a fucking— “ Roy cuts himself off. “I need to see you.”
“Why?”
“Fucking hell! I wanted to… I want to fucking apologize, all right!” Roy sounds very, very annoyed about it.
“You can do that over phone. Or in a text.” Jamie sounds slightly less annoyed, but not by much.
Leslie dares crane his neck just so to sneak a peek at Roy’s face. Roy has closed his eyes, looking pained as he grits out a simple, strained: “No. I can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?”
Roy looks to the ceiling. Looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. Still he plods on, and Leslie feels a small surge of pity, small surge of pride.
“Because you’ll want to hug me afterwards,” Roy says, “and you can’t fucking do that over phone, can you?”
There’s a long pause. Leslie finds himself holding his breath, and not only because he’s halfway terrified he’ll start nervously gagging if this goes on for much longer.
“Fine,” Jamie says eventually. “You can meet me back at my place in twenty.”
“Yeah, okay. Cheers.”
A snort, somewhere between derisive and exasperated. “You better fucking hug me back.”
With that, Jamie hangs up. Roy takes a few deep breaths before stomping off and leaving Leslie to carefully consider what he’s overheard. Obviously something must have happened at training and if their head coach and star player have a proper falling out and Ted’s not there to talk some sense in them—
Eh. They’ll sort it out. Leslie returns to his e-mails.
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Phineas and Ferb Season Five
I’m sorry but when season five finally premieres, it’s OVER. I will not eat, sleep, leave my room, go to class, or BREATHE until I finish every last DROP, SCRAP, SNIPPET, FRAGMENT, PARTICLE, PIECE, and MORCEL…of Phineas and Ferb. I won’t be able to talk about anything else for DAYS. nay, WEEKS. nay, MONTHS. IM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND. I WILL BE SO FERAL CONSUMING ALL THIS NEW CONTENT AND INFORMATION. I will go insane. I will RULE the WORLD.
…anyway, uh.
…thanks for coming to my Ted talk.
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