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Once a year the gays of Ooo bless @whatthehellcori on his day of birth.
Last year
“Well you’re more than welcome to have some.” Casually sets the loaf on the counter. “But I’d wait a few minutes, it’s still hot.”
“You, used nanites, to bake muffins. Nanites. Alright, that settles it. I’m teaching you how to bake muffins, and anything else you want to make. It’s a lot simpler, and less of a calamity if you don’t use volatile technology. Trust me, I bake all the time. It’s kind of my thing.”
“Measuring is for squares. Just eyeball it.”
Things Said/Heard while Making Holiday Cookies
“Interesting idea, but I think we should stick to the recipe.”
Of course, messing up on the amount of baking soda could ruin the whole cake, and he’d hate for that to happen.
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you turn your arm into muffins because of nanites once and suddenly you can't do math
“Wait what-- I mean yes that’s generally what’s going to happen but. What?”
“I can do math. I can do LOTS of math.”
Things Said/Heard while Making Holiday Cookies
“I can see that but I’m just saying that this might be a bad idea, and that maybe you should just. Not do it. That’s all.”
Things Said/Heard while Making Holiday Cookies
“Now we gently fold the mixture, because we’re not heathens.”
“It’s like a whole peppermint atmosphere in here.”
“I SAID we aren’t heathens!”
“Make sure none of the wrapping goes into the mixer.”
“How old is this food processor?”
“I’m not saying that spaghetti is inherently humorous, but I will say that adding spaghetti makes most things funnier.”
“Why were you crying?”
“I was thinking about spaghetti, and I laughed so hard I cried. I’m a parody of myself, I know.”
“Gentlier! GENTLIER!”
“Man, it sure would suck if we accidentally baked bits of razor blades into these cookies, huh.”
“How much extended family do we have? No, wrong question. How much extended family do we like enough to give cookies?”
“You’re doing fine. No, wait, that was a mistake.”
“Spread them out more. We don’t want to make one mega-cookie.”
“How much extended family do we like enough to give cookies without bits of razor blades in them?”
“You’re doing it wrong. Here, let me.”
“I licked it.”
“Measuring is for squares. Just eyeball it.”
“I can do math. I can do LOTS of math.”
“Don’t lick that.”
“We should stop eating these.”
“It does say not to use this in ovens, but I don’t know what that means.”
“I’m glad you’re so smart.”
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Things Said To or About My Dog:
“KEEP YOUR BUTT TO YOURSELF!!”
“Did you just spit out your medicine?!”
“He acts like he’s never been fed in his life.”
“Stop having sex with inanimate objects!”
“He’d hurl himself into a volcano just to eat a French fry.”
“Stop being an asshole.”
“Don’t look at me like that!”
“Give me some room to breathe, would you?”
“Oh my god. Please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“My son is so rude.”
“You just do the opposite of everything I say don’t you?”
“Don’t backsass me!”
“It doesn’t need a pulse for [NAME] to get busy with it.”
“Really? You’re gonna do that right now? We have company.”
“I’m telling you, you don’t want to eat this. You won’t like it.”
“Look how cute your butt is!”
“Magikoopa your doopa!”
“Stealing?! Again?!”
“Just because you peed on it doesn’t mean it’s yours.”
“He brings his toys wherever he goes, then forgets and pees on them.”
“This idiot just ran into the middle of the street and almost got hit!”
“Why are you so out of breath?”
“Sorry, he’s kind of racist.”
“Why are you so antisocial? Can’t you get along with anyone?”
“Believe it or not, sniffing someone’s butt isn’t very polite.”
“It’s not time to play. It’s time to go to bed.”
“Just because you can’t sleep doesn’t mean you should wake me up.”
“Why are you digging?”
“What’s that in your mouth?”
“Oh, so now you’re ignoring me?”
“Look at that cute face!!”
“Just because it’s your birthday, doesn’t mean you can act like this.”
“Why is he running around like a lunatic?”
“You only eat under the table?”
“Wanna go swimming?”
“Leave him alone!”
My kinds of ships are the ships where the men know their women are powerful forces of nature and that they could fuck up entire armies in a matter of seconds and THEY EMBRACE IT AND TAKE PRIDE IN IT???! “Oh… It’s not me you should be worried about… It’s my WIFE.“ *smirks* YAAASSSSSSSSSS GIVE ME MORE.
I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out ‘Cause that’s what young love is all about.
@merrass wants a Starter!
“Oh, that?” From somewhere beyond that room, a cry of fear was heard. “That’s nothing to be concerned about. One of my projects went awry, The Guards should have it cleaned up soon enough.”
That was the last time he worked with Nougat for awhile.
Marshall: Why is my bed wearing a skirt?
Gumball: It’s a dust ruffle.
Marshall: I hate it.
Gumball: Well if dust ruffles felt emotions I’m sure it would hate you, too.
✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ -leaves a cookie on top of the mountain of glitter-
Send ✨ to dump glitter on my muse!
Gonna just dramatically flop on the ground with his hand on his forehead. He’s not getting up. There is glitter in his mouth, and he’s going to just lay there.
Here lies Prince Gumball.
Cause of Death: Glitter. Glitter everywhere. Oh my god. Why is there so much Glitter.
✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ - love fi
Send ✨ to dump glitter on my muse!
“fioNNA NO–”
W A S T E D
He’s a walking glitter Monarch now.
Send ✨ to dump glitter on my muse!
☺
☺ - for a happy kiss
“I did it! I did it!” The moment of exhilaration not to be subdued by the callous roll of his opponent’s eyes. “In your FACE Butterscotch Butler!” Well, it was one game to hundreds. But he hardly let that deter him.
She’d already left anyway, likely bored by the game.
At the very least, one victory meant he was becoming familiar with her strategies. Which was enough of a win for him, honestly.
“I finally won!” Defeat had always been a bitter pill for him to swallow, given that he so rarely lost at strategy games to begin with.
The Prince’s exuberance went unchecked just long enough for him to yank the Vampire King in for a kiss.