#roley poley

[greekgodssitcom]

Artemis: I hate all men

Hunter: [points at figure behind Artemis doing a roley poley] Who’s he?

Artemis: That’s Apollo

Artemis: He doesn’t count

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[barbieboyy2k]

Playhouse Disney shows that I vaguely remember

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[cosmics-beings]

if terminus and starscream ever became a thing i 100% think that somehow a decepticon 2.0 movement would come out of it. it would be a more peaceful one IMO, but also still very radical...

i think terminus would rule from the background, and just influence starscream from the shadows. if starscream was the leader of Cybertron, terminus would take that as a chance to push forward a more tolerant decepticon government, something starscream wouldn't adjust too after getting to know terminus.

#coming up with something now #i think terminus is just a bit more radical than megatron #but i also think he'd do things differently #i also dont think he'd assume full leadership #it's like #he'd let starscream call himself the leader and would work from behind the scenes #and influence starscream #but it's not even like he's using starscream #the two both work together #starscream is leader of cybertron #but he also liked terminus's ideas #when they get together they reform the government #also shamefully adding my oc in here chromitus who is a miner and former decepticon #he is also the senator and representative of minining clonies #as is terminus #so like starscream's political allies - his closest ones are miners #i forgot to add that chromitus is skywarp's conjunx #anyway yway #there is also this thing i like to look at where starscream himself was constantly told he was too privileged to call himself a decepticon #so he has a lot of hate but love for the name and identity #terminus is the one who gets that out of his mind #and also helps him come to terms with his own oppression #anyway #while he worked as megatron's mentor #i think that he and starscream are more equal in that #anywayz #terminus also has cute privilege #he looks like a roley poley #also a sad but happy hc is what if starscream thinks that terminus is just using him to get political power #and there's a part he thinks terminus is going to leave or 'break up' with him

[xxlovelynovaxx]

Some days just surviving is a radical act of resistance

#reminder for myself too #I'm safe but the wanting to be nonexistent thoughts are back babeyyy #it's all just too much so I'm gonna curl up like a roley poley for a bit mmkay? TT

[kai-justis]

Feeling funky, anyone wanna know about my Deltarune oc,? His name is Roley

Roley Poley Pocus, hes a rat

#deltarune #deltarune oc #roley poley pocus #my art #👍👍👍

[tigersharks-moving]

saw a lot of spiders when i was working in the garden today -- big ones, so big i could make out their eyes! -- and i’ve decided that spiders are like wolves or perhaps big cats to me. 

#also saw a lot of worms and roley poleys :D #eli.txt

[unwilling-therapist]

If I ask real nicey will smb come put me down in the shed?

#rip my mh #once again: i shoulda been a roley poley instead of a human

[nerdraging4point0]

Power Play // Chapter 1 // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU

Tropes and tags: RPF:AU hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, multiple POV. 

Content Warning: angsty romance, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, smutty, aggressive hockey players, PinV, MF relationship, possessive male, protective male.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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I sank into the faded beige couch in our cozy two-bedroom apartment, soaking in the last moments before everything would change. Through the open window, the sweet scent of yesterday’s rain drifted in on a gentle breeze, reminding me of all the lazy spring days spent here with friends. Marissa plopped down beside me, and I felt a pang in my heart realizing how much I would miss this—being with her, my best friend and rock through the chaos of senior year. Now, a few months out after graduation, a bittersweet nostalgia washed over me. I etched each detail into my memory: the worn fabric beneath my fingertips, the birdsongs outside, Marissa's quiet presence. Soon we'd close this chapter, but the memories we made within these walls would blossom in our hearts for years to come.

The last four years of nursing school had flown by in a blur of late nights studying and early mornings in clinicals. Now with our bachelor's degrees finally in hand, my best friend and I found ourselves at a crossroads. Where did we go from here? I was tempted to jump right into a job at the hospital we'd done rotations at, but ultimately decided a few months off would do me good. Time to decompress after the whirlwind of college, and spend some much-needed quality time with my dad before launching into my nursing career. Though the future felt wide open and uncertain, I knew this break would help me recharge and figure out my next steps. 

I gaze at my suitcases lined up by the door, like soldiers ready for battle. The rest of my belongings sit sealed away in cardboard coffins, soon to be shipped off to my father's house. In a few short hours, I'll board the plane home, leaving this chapter of my life behind.

I glance anxiously at my phone. The Uber is ten minutes away, coming to ferry me to the airport and the imminent end of my time here. Ten final minutes before my ship sinks into the sea of memories.

Part of me thrills at the thought of going home. But another part dreads that I won't summon the courage to uproot myself again as I did to come here. I feel caught between the familiar comforts of home and the terrifying freedom of the unknown.

As the minutes tick down, the nerves and sadness swell within me like the tide. I'm unsure if I'm ready to leave, but the choice has been made. My bags are packed. The car is on its way. My ship is sinking, and it's time to go down with it.

Marissa grasps my hand, intertwining our fingers in a familiar, comforting way. "This is just a new chapter for us," she says gently. "You know we'll find our way back to each other soon. Just give me a few months to settle into my new job, and I'll come out to Cali for a long overdue visit." Her words wrap around me like a warm hug, reassuring me that our bond can weather any storm.

As we stand from the couch and fall into a tight embrace, I can't help but feel a pang in my heart. Her messy bun tickles my nose, and the familiar scent of cleaning products and lavender clings to her old sweats and university tee. We had spent all day tidying the apartment, scrubbing away remnants of late nights gossiping over takeout and movie marathons. With each swipe of the washcloth, another memory got wiped away.

My phone pings, the Uber waiting to take me to the airport. I cling to her a little tighter, not yet ready to let go of my best friend. We'd been through so much together in this little apartment - late night study sessions, tears after bad breakups, celebrations after every accomplishment. And now we had to say goodbye.

I feel her tears dampen my shoulder as we sway back and forth, the unspoken "I'll miss you" hanging thick in the air. This isn't the end, I know, but as we finally pull away and I gather my bags, my heart breaks nonetheless. One chapter was closing, but a new adventure awaits for both of us.

She helps carry my bags down to the curb where the driver puts them into the trunk of his SUV. We exchange one more hug and a few tears before I climb in the backseat, waving goodbye out of the tinted window till she is out of sight. I pull out my phone shooting a quick text to my dad that i’m on the way to the airport. He wasn’t so much of a worrier, but he’d be upset if I didn’t at least warn him. 

The afternoon sun peeks through the clouds as I drive down I-5, weaving past exits for Tacoma and Federal Way. The leaves on the tree limbs turning a faded shade already line the highway, a sure sign of Autumn in Seattle. Before I know it, I'm pulling up to Departures at Tacoma International Airport, the scent of coffee and jet fuel mingling in the air. Two overstuffed suitcases roll alongside me while my backpack bounces on my shoulders.

After checking my bags, I meander through the terminal, watching businesspeople rush to their gates while families herd overexcited kids onto flights. My flight isn't for another hour, so I find a seat by the window overlooking the tarmac. Planes taxi and take off as I confirm my hotel reservation. I could've stayed at my dad's place, but I know by now my old bedroom has likely become his at-home office. Anyway, it'll be nice to have some independence on this trip back home.

The call comes over the intercom: "Now boarding Flight 784 to LAX." I grab my carry-on and hustle to the gate, eager to secure my window seat near the front. The line inches forward as passengers jam the jetbridge, jostling for position. I finally reach my row and hoist my bag into the overhead bin. As I plop into my seat, I peek out the oval window at the tarmac below. Ground crew in neon vests scurry around the plane, making final checks. The cabin door slams shut, and we lurch into motion. The engines rumble as we gather speed, pressing me back into the headrest. My pulse quickens in that familiar pre-flight rush. The nose tilts up, and we're airborne! Home, here I come!

The LA sun hangs low in a hazy orange sky as I collapse into the hotel room's plush queen bed, weary from a day of travel. Cleaning and packing left me exhausted, so I had to cancel dinner plans with Dad despite his obvious excitement on the phone. He mentioned some "proposal" he has for me - likely another attempt to get me to ditch the hotel and stay at his place instead. But this modest room has everything I need - soft carpets, textured walls, and pillows galore.

After a long day, the thought of going back out into the bustling city streets makes me weary. I decide to unwind in the cozy confines of my hotel room instead. Stepping into the shower, I turn the heat up high, letting the warm water envelope my tired muscles. As steam fills the air, I feel the stress of the day wash away. Wrapped in a plush robe, I settle into the comfy armchair and flip on the TV. The sports channel is covering the latest NFL news - the FortyNiners are gearing up for a big pre season. But soon they switch over to hockey, and my ears perk up. It's an update on my dad's team! I lean in, eager to catch every detail and stat. The lively commentary of the sportscasters fills the room as I relax into the overstuffed cushions. 

"Folks, the Rooks are looking like a force to be reckoned with this season," the announcer says with enthusiasm. She’s blonde, wearing a gray suit and enough makeup to cover her crows feet and forehead wrinkles,  "Coach Brody has lit a fire under this team during preseason and you can see it in the intensity of their practices and scrimmages. The offense is clicking and putting up big numbers, but don't overlook the tenacious defense - whether it's the starting unit or the backups on the ice, these guys are shutting down opponents left and right. The Rooks are hungry for a championship and have all the pieces to make a deep playoff run. If they keep up this level of play, we could be in for an electric season with the Rooks!"

The Rooks take to the ice, a blur of black jerseys with fiery red numbers, names shining under the arena lights. Skates slice and sticks flash as they circle the rink, putting on a show for the cameras. 

“Goalie McClain is a steel wall with his saves.” the announcer gushes as the footage switches to practice - the puck rockets toward McClain's net but the goalie drops, gloves flung wide to make the save. You can almost hear the ice spray and skate blades carve as the team flies around the rink, hockey poetry in motion. The Rooks glide and dash in a choreographed dance, aggressive and graceful all at once, as their dark uniforms and gear mesh into a cohesive force.

The defense barrels towards their opponents with unrelenting intensity, their eyes locked in a fierce glare. "Sanchez is proving himself as the team's starting center this season," the announcer declares, her voice rising with excitement. "Sebastian and Karlsson - the league's top defense duo - are an unstoppable force!"

A tender smile spreads across my face as I gaze at my father's team, my heart swelling with pride. My phone chimes softly, lighting up with a new message from the coach. 

Dad (04:45PM): Visitor pass will be at the front desk of your hotel in the morning. Should get you into the rink for the game on Saturday and tomorrow. Come down to the rink after four, we will grab some dinner once I'm done with practice. 

Curled up under my warm blankets, I open my phone to a new Snap from Marissa. Her selfie pops up on my screen, a pouty expression across her face with the words "miss you" scribbled in playful handwriting. I can't help but smile, picturing her exaggerated faux sadness at our time apart.

The sun melts into the horizon, casting an amber glow over the Los Angeles skyline. Palm trees dance in the gentle evening breeze as the city begins to wind down for the night. The view from my hotel is stunning, with the skyscrapers silhouetted against the vibrant sunset. I open the blinds to take it all in, the concrete jungle transformed into a sea of gilded light. There's a magic in the air at this time of day, a tranquil beauty that washes over the urban landscape. For a moment, the hectic pace of LA seems to fade away. I breathe deeply and let the fading light soothe my soul, appreciating the simple joy of a perfect sunset over the city of angels.

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[ladyveronikawrites]

LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE CHAPTER TEN Bad Omens x Star Wars Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader CW: THE END OF THE SLOWBURN; oral (f recieving), hot shower sex😏 Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was. A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable. Word Count:1.4k Crossposted: Wattpad & A03 Cast list

Master list

May the Force be with you✨

Zebastian leads you to his private refresher connected to his bedroom. Sleek charcoal tile lines the walls. Centered by the vanity sink is a large round mirror lined with red lights that reflect the ambiance of the room. 

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you hardly recognize the girl looking back at you. Wide eyes and a purple bruise forming on your cheek. Your hair is full of tangles and dirt. You examine the bruise more closely as the soft sound of water fills the room. Once steam starts to creep on the edges of the mirror, you abandon your ruminations.  

Grimacing, you hesitate to lean down to remove your shoes. 

“Allow me.” A deep voice rumbles from behind you. Startled, you stagger backward against the vanity as Zebastian crouches down at your feet. You suck in a shaky breath as you watch the usually intimidating man gently pull off your shoes. 

“Thank you,” you smile down at Zebastian peering up at you, his signature dazzling grin spreading across his face. Your cheeks heat when he winks back at you as he places your foot on the tile floor. The cool surface soothes your aching feet. 

As Zebastian rises he helps you remove your sling. You begin fumbling with the straps of your dress as a warm hand covers yours and guides the thin fabric down your arm. His body heat permeates the threads of your dress as he shifts to help you with the other strap. Zebastian turns away as you approach the shower, clutching the dress close to your chest. Goose pimples creep up your legs and arms as the fabric falls to the floor. The warm water greets you instantly and your sore muscles cry out for relief.

Stepping into the refresher after the senator’s daughter, her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open. Sure, this wasn’t really the time I thought I would see her naked for the first time; I would have preferred her to be spread out on my silk sheets bare and ready for me, but someone had to help her bathe. 

And that someone is me.

She steps back into the steady stream of water, wincing as she tries to cover herself with her good arm. My eyes stay fixed on hers looking up at me, her thick lashes shielding her eyes from the water. Her jaw clenches as I lean over her to grab soap and a cloth. I can see the fight in her eyes; she wants to stop me- to do it herself- but when she closes her eyes and tilts her head slightly, I know that’s all the permission I need as exhaustion melts her to my touch. 

“Can I touch you?” I mumble into her ear, nerves tightening my stomach as the memory of her fear-stricken eyes flashes before me. 

“Yes,” she hums. 

Gently caressing her shoulder, I lather her bad arm first as it dangles at her side. She winces at first so I make quick work on it to move to her chest. My dick twitches when soft sounds trickle from her mouth as I caress her breasts. Thank the void her eyes are still closed. Even though I would do anything to make more of those pretty sounds tumble from her mouth, I move swiftly to clean her other arm. I hesitate when I look down at her fingers, smooth and unmarred compared to mine; scarred and etched in ink. 

Suddenly, my mind begins to wander what it would be like if my hands were around her throat; imagining the sounds that would erupt from her mouth. Another hum from her tears me from my filthy thoughts. It’s strange to fight back the urge to touch more of her body, to let my finger graze every inch of her. But I want her to make the decision for herself. 

Everything she has ever known has been decided for her, until now. 

My hand on her hip keeps her steady while I wash the softness of her tummy and circle the cloth down her thigh. Before crouching at her feet again, I instruct her to hold onto the wall to keep her balance as I lift and wash her foot. I do the same to the other ignoring how close her cunt is to me. Her thigh twitches slightly to adjust to the awkward position and arousal shoots straight into my gut. 

Swallowing a groan, I adjust to caress the back of her thighs to keep me stable but when I look up at her, her body glistening beneath the water and her swollen bitten lips, I can’t stop myself. 

Gripping her hips I pull myself up and spin her against the other wall and away from the water. She yelps in surprise as her back smacks the tile. Her eyes are wide but there's a spark that shimmers across her iris. 

“Can I touch you here?” Leaning down, my lips brush against hers as my hand snakes between her legs to gently cup her sex. Her body shivers to my touch, back arching off the wall. Her body is screaming yes. Nipping at her bottom lip, I try again. 

“Don’t make me ask again.” 

“Yes, Ze-,” 

My name fades into a soft moan as I crouch down and throw one of her legs over my shoulder. Spreading her folds apart with my fingers, I lick from entrance to clit, sucking the sensitive bud between my lips. She cants against me as I wrap my arms around her hips pulling her closer. The fingers of her good hand grip my damp hair while the injured hand rests on my shoulder. 

I’m drowning in her touch and I can’t get enough. 

Flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit earns me the most beautiful sound from her bitten lips. Leaning back slightly, I peer up at her through hooded lids to find her head rolling back against the wall, and her eyes closed in bliss as her mouth pops open with every labored breath. She’s close. Her thigh tenses when I kiss and nibble the delicate flesh- a distraction- as I slowly slide one finger inside her. 

“Oh,” she rasps breathless, as her pussy walls adjust to the invasion. I lick at her clit once more before sucking it between my teeth and curving my finger just right and suddenly...

Pain.

Pain shoots through my shoulder when she digs her fingers into me at the same time she clenches around the digit thrusting in and out of her. She tugs on my hair as I press my fingers into her hips, not enough to bruise but to keep her stable as her body tenses with overstimulation. Her body spasms and her back arches off the wall when she screams my name and drenches my tongue with her juices. Groaning against her wet heat, I suckle and slurp every last bit of what she gives me. She tastes divine and I crave more; a drug I can’t shake.

A chuckle forms in my throat when my lost girl pushes me away from her. A wide grin spreads on my face when I take in the sight of her ethereal bliss. Her body glistens from the mix of sweat and water, her hair sticks to the sides of her face and her bitten lips are red and swollen. The satisfied sigh from her lips is all I hear once I turn the water off. 

“Hey,” I say softly as I caress her cheek with my thumb, her eyes flutter open and her breathtaking smile spreads across her face.

“Hi.”

“Are you ok, did I hurt you?” My chest tightens with an unfamiliar feeling of concern as I guide her out of the refresher.  

Her cheeks flush pink before she responds with, “Yeah I’m OK.” 

She huffs a protest when I wrap her up in a towel, her usual spark returning- but is muffled by a yawn. After dressing quickly, my hand on her back leads her back to my bedroom where she flops down on the large bed in the center of the room. 

I rummage through the walk-in closet to find a black tunic and loose cotton lounge pants. She mumbles a thank you before I return to the bathroom to collect her dress with the hope I can salvage it for her. 

I lean against the door frame as I watch the senator’s daughter snore softly in my bed. Tranquility washes over her soft features illuminated by the city lights. Sighing, I push myself off the wall when my wrist comm buzzes. 

Duty calls. 

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[mysticdoodlez]

Kitty Noah headcanons

Kitty Noah knows Jolly is allergic to cats and hangs around him out of spite

For sure always wants to nap on Jolly's lap. Like, he'll get sleepy and leave the Nick's laps to find Jolly.

People outside of the band (excluding Jesse, Orie, Bryan, and Matt, who only egg on the antics to piss off Jolly) are like "Awww Kitty Noah likes you, look how attached he is to you" and Jolly has to sit their in suffering while Kitty Noah's going huehuehuehue...

He bit Jolly and caught an assault charge when Jolly tried to put him in the cat carrier. Jolly had to chug a cup of benadryl after. He's still traumatized.

So then who does Kitty Noah technically belong to? Ruffilo!

(He's known Kitty Noah the longest, so he adopted him in Virginia)

Ruffles knows Noah's tricks and the appropriate response/punishment

Possession of catnip? Ruffles breaks out the spray bottle

Public indecency? Cone of shame, baby

Assault, vehicular manslaughter, and desecration of a (mouse) corpse? I N T O T H E A N G E R C U B E

But even after all that, Kitty Noah still asks for uppies and Ruffilo will begrudgingly cave in.

At least until the next time Noah is perched on top of his cat tower with a sniper rifle.

Jolly and Ruffilo try to keep Kitty Noah's antics from Folio, because that guy refuses to believe that Noah is a lil shit.

Ruffles can list the mile-long list of crimes, and Folio will refuse to listen and believe it.

To Folio, Kitty Noah's only crime is that he's too adorable, and that's why Kitty Noah goes to Folio to cry in Folio's jacket hood, aka "The Kitty Pocket".

Kitty Noah steps in a puddle and Folio wraps him in a towel

But on the rare occasion that Folio can't defend Kitty Noah, he will wheedle Ruffles down to where the punishment is stuff like making everyone Apology Pancakes.

Which is fine and all until Jolly finds a bunch of cat hairs in his pancakes (put there purposefully)

Feel free to add your own, cuz I had to stop myself so I wouldn't seem too obsessive.

@cyrusunderscore @roley-poley-foley

#bad omens #noah sebastian #nick folio #joakim karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens cult #Kitty Noah #I have too much time on my hands #And I have no talents #I have to show my love for the band somehow

[onejellyfishplease]

Maybe he could be called Roley-Raph? (like roley-poley) Or Raphey-Poley?

Roley-Raph?????

omg im crying that literally perfect

HE HAS BEEN NAMED

#the boi #the myth the lefged #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #roley-raph #omg its so cute

[somehowsnakesblog]

thinking about that time Mammon compared MC to a bug and said "you think I'd fall in love with a roley poley?"

#obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #obey me #queue tea pie

[thewritehag]

I got these marimo last week.

I think I'm going to switch to terrarium, mossarium, and flora-only aquarium gardening for awhile. They just need water sometimes and they're really pretty.

These guys are Roley, Poley, and Rhonda, and those are mookaite pebbles.

#moss garden #moss ball #marimo aren't moss #marimo are actually a kind of seaweed #but they look like a moss ball rolling so why not #marimo

[judasofsuburbia]

🔀 for buckingham mayhaps?

oh cry.....crying about this...... (cw: vomiting)

Here we are, no one else We walk to school all by ourselves There's dirt on our uniforms From chasing all the ants and worms

childhood friends! buckingham who walk to the bus stop every morning because they live on the same street. robin who stops to look at every bug. chrissy who is afraid of bugs so tries to tug robin along. robin gets a worm to wiggle across her palm as chrissy squeals. she starts to notice bugs everywhere, admiring them, and starts saving them from being killed by her family. they're best friends, practically inseparable. tell each other everything.

middle school brings new hardships. suddenly, robin wants to be in band and chrissy wants to try cheerleading. they start to run in different circles and barely hang out anymore. they do get the walk to the bus stop though, as short lived as it is. chrissy will try to point out dragonflies and roley poleys to her new friends but they don't care. chrissy's just happy she gets to see robin at the sports games she cheers at. blowing her trumpet in the stands.

the walks to the bus stop in high school get weirder. robin can't find anything really to say to chrissy, feels like she barely knows her anymore. so she just listens to her walkman instead. chrissy does the same. eventually, chrissy starts driving herself to school. their eyes still meet every sports game. a sad, soft smile on their faces.

robin notices chrissy run off one football game, covering her mouth. she asks vickie to watch her trumpet as she chases after her. chrissy is in the woods, puking her guts out. when robin gets closer, chrissy looks at her with tears in her eyes from the excursion.

"bad pre-game snack," chrissy responds weakly. she pats her skirt, realizing she left her bag with her gum in the locker room.

robin nods, unconvinced. she reaches into her pocket and pulls out some peppermint gum. chrissy's and her favorite. hasn't changed since they were kids. robin hands her a stick and chrissy's face lights up.

she chews it happily and they take a seat on the picnic table. hawkins high was losing badly anyway, they're not going to be missed.

"you know..." chrissy starts. "my parents are taking me to paris this summer. i know you're really good at french. maybe you could tutor me a little? show me some sayings so i don't look like a total idiot over there?"

robin pops the bubble of her gum with a wide grin. "i can absolutely do that. make you a little parisian protégée by june."

chrissy lets out a small gasp and tells robin to hold still. she leans closer and reaches her hand up to robin's big marching band hat. robin tries not to get lost in chrissy's beautiful face so close to her own. when chrissy's hand comes back, there's a monarch butterfly on her finger. they both watch in awe as it flaps it's little wings. just like when they were kids. only this time, their faces are inches from each other. peppermint breath filling the air.

when the butterfly flies away, chrissy doesn't move. she blinks her big eyes at robin and whispers, "i've missed you, buckley."

"i've missed you too, cunningham."

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

#THEM!!!! THEY!!!! #buckingham #buckingham au #buckingham ficlet #shuffle song ask game #asks

[rivalsilveryuri]

By gods ... rhe roley poley

#VOICEMAIL #noy related at all but ive been thinking about how lame it is that smash bros content about how there are likr. this stupid big variety of #characters in 1 setting that smash sets up with a lot of fun and interesting potential even just 4 shitpostign #and like. nothing remotely interesting funny or even slightly sincere has comr of it #maybe its gamer syndrome idk. i just think............. #sephiroth and fucking. steve. in the same locale... is just massively funny . sephiroth being invited to the beating people up party and hes #walking in and is met with a little fuckin doggy who does taxes and then a whole variety of various magical and non magical kids . mario ... #and also kirby . i just think the #whole thing is fun. idk maybe people should find a little more joy in the fact that. wow look at all these different characters from all #kinds of games are in the same place isnt this cool #that people have when theyre younger . i think they could benefit from some whimsy #i think. #also meta knight just has a kickass voice in smash thats noy related hes just cool #also also ive been thinking about silver (you saw ze post) and Ruby And Crystal and its all .. well i guess its more personal than anything #but whateva. im noy gonna really analyse that more serious part rn after talking about sephiroth meeting kirby

[priestessamy]

Assess the roley poley

Mhmm mhmm

I approve