I'm wondering what your and your followers' favorite lines from Arthur is! Mine is when Mrs. Read tells Arthur that Mr. Ratburn will be staying with them while his roof is fixed, and Arthur says, "Are there no hotels!?" in the most exasperated voice ever. ("The Rat Who Came to Dinner")
ahah, that’s a classic.
i know there have been some lines that have really tickled me but i can’t uhhh. remember them right now. so i’m just gonna change my answer to “anything that mr ratburn says” because a lot of his lines are pure g– OH THAT WAS IT, in best of the nest when the brain is teaching mr ratburn how to use the internet and he discovers chat rooms:
“The No Strings Attached bunraku puppet discussion group! Philistine! The shamisen is not a four-string Japanese lute. That’s the biwa!”
It's ridiculous how attractive taehyung is. He's so carefree, cute and dumb sometimes, he's slow sometimes but can't blame the boy for looking cute while doing so. And he has such a gorgeous face on his pretty neck. And the way he talks! He's dragging between sentences, I can't.... i seriously cannot even choose between jimin, jungkook and taehyung. Because they keep on attacking me. I just gave up the idea of having a sole bias. No can do. It's too suffocating.
Why choose one when you can have three? GET VMINKOOK: Triple the joy! Triple the pain!
The next morning, June 19, 1978, Jeff went out and bought a large hunting knife. In the crawl space underneath the house, he dismembered Steven’s body and placed the limbs in three triple-lined trash bags. He also slit open the torso, wanting to see what it looked like on the inside. One source claimed he also masturbated during the dismemberment process.
Steven’s clothes and identity card were burned in a trash barrel, but Jeff initially kept the retainer necklace he had been wearing.
He spent the rest of the day devising a plan to get rid of the remains, eventually deciding he would leave them at a ravine a few miles away. Depending on the source, he either drank a few beers to “work up the courage” or had none, as he didn’t need to dull his satiated lusts. This varies depending on the author’s opinion of why he was an alcoholic.
Jeff’s father was no doubt wondering why his son had not yet returned the car. His calls to the house would go unanswered for the next week.
It was late at night when Jeff put the bags in the backseat of the car. At 3 am a police car signaled him to stop; he had been driving left of center. He was given the sobriety test and passed. The officers asked him what he was doing out so late, and he told them he was on his way to the city dump to get rid of some garbage. His parents had just divorced and he couldn’t sleep, so he figured he might as well get it over with. (Alternatively, his folks were away and the garbage had been piling up. The dump is open twenty four hours…)
Though they noticed a foul odor coming from the bags, the cops assumed it was the smell of garbage. They ultimately let him go, giving him a ticket. He turned around and headed back home. Coincidentally, one of the officers would later be called to Milwaukee thirteen years later to investigate Steven’s murder after Jeff’s confession.
Returning the bags to the crawlspace, Jeff opened one and removed the severed head of Steven Hicks. In his bedroom, he placed the head on the floor and masturbated while looking at it. I guess he needed to get rid of the tension after almost getting caught.
Title: Through the Roof Author: writingonpostcards Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None Apply Completed: Yes Word count: 2770 Summary:“You can take the floor in our room,” Shitty
offers. “We’ll put some pillows down for you.” “No.” Everyone turns to looks at Jack,
surprised. “Stay with me.” A Zimbits iteration of the tried and true
“bed sharing + clothes sharing + it’s really cold” triple trope
memorable line: “I’m not chirping, I’m concerned.”
The amazing artist Natasha Kline not only storyboarded this EPIC section of episode 111 (directed by Amy Winfrey), as you’ll see above she also cleaned up her work for animation. She’s a triple threat!
What? I only named two things? Oh, yeah, well she’s also a world class Line Dancer. TRIPLE THREAT!
Danny was slowly killing him, testing the boundaries of his control, and Steve had no doubt he knew exactly what he was doing.
When Kamekona pitched, no pun intended, the idea of Five-0 joining his team for the adult fast pitch league, Steve had been all for it, something away from work for a few hours, downtime. He’d made the simple mistake of forgetting that baseball was Danny’s domain.
Up at bat, Danny swung the bat lightly through the air, testing the heft before he fell into position, just enough of a bend in the knees that those baseball pants hugged his nicely rounded rear end, which Steve had the best view of from the dug out. Ending at the knees, he also had a view of well toned calves. The team’s royal blue t-shirt hugged his body, the arms lightly straining around his biceps, his last name in white lettering across the shoulders drawing attention to the muscles there.
Steve’s fingers tightened in the dugout’s chain link fencing and he scowled. Almost as if reading his mind, Danny glanced over his shoulder, taking the time the catcher needed to toss the ball back to the pitcher to give Steve the smallest of grins when he saw his partner’s badly hidden frustration.
The next swing knocked out a triple, followed by a line drive from Chin that brought Danny home. As Steve stepped up to take a few practice swings before he was up, Danny brushed by him, fingers lightly running against the small of Steve’s back, perceptible through the light cotton of the t-shirt.
“Now you know how it feels to be driven crazy by your partner and there’s nothing you can do about it. That’s called karma,” Danny murmured dryly, pausing at his side and glancing towards the dugout, the rest of the team suitably distracted.
“My kind of driving you crazy doesn’t involve so much teasing,” Steve muttered, shifting his grip on the bat.
“Nah, it doesn’t, but at least I give you the chance to do something about it later.” Danny swatted his ass hard before taking a step back, pointing to himself. “You can get rid of the offending clothing later. Your place,” he stated quietly, grinning at Steve.
Steve snorted and shook his head, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I guess I don’t have to call foul then.”
“You don’t.” Danny motioned Steve towards home base. “But you better hit it home.”