#OYYYY

[gunsatthaphan]

"do you see me as a friend?"

[frownyalfred]

for the record my horoscope today said "don't overthink it" so I said "bet" and then wrote 7k of stream of consciousness fic in one sitting, truly excellent advice thank you co star

[pflanzidiezimmerpflanze]

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[faffreux]

Reading through texts from my friend who's semi-liveblogging their playthroughs of Japanese M&L and come to find out Cackletta praises Fawful even LESS / treats him worse in the original version omg

[4th-make-quail]

Me when my autogenerating pdf character sheet tells me it will make acrobat unreasonable for a long time while it generates the spell sheet and then it's actually unresponsive for a long time while it's generating the spell sheets

[beeqisch]

oyyyyyy...

[legobiwan]

We're starting to cook again...

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It’s an absurd revelation. Of course, Dipper and Mabel wouldn’t play piggyback on Stanley’s shoulders anymore. They were nearly fifteen and hadn’t engaged in that type of play in nearly three years. But somehow from that point forward, Ford can’t help but notice each instance of these little “lasts.” The last time Stanley raced Dipper to the Shack. The last time his brother made an attempt at covering his swearing in front of the children. The last time the twins shared a bedroom in the Shack. 

The last time Ford visited a lonely grave deep in the forest.`

He wonders if Stanley has noticed. 

Ford hopes not. 

[87problemoes]

FELLOW PINOY JUMPSCARE ??? N ALSO SOMEONE ELSE WHO FAILED FILI LMAO WOO🙏🙏🙏🙏WAIT NOT WOO BUT, SOLIDARITY🙏🙏🙏🙏HEUHEHE KAMUSTAA🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 is ur vic art a reference to that gnarly song🙏🙏(i do not keep up with fil trends that much i just found out abt this awhile ago XDD) ALSO SORRY IF U DONT WANT ASKS LIKE THIS I JUST SAW PHILIPPINES MENTION N GOT EXCITED

NONSENSE!!! I LOVE WHEN A FELLOW FIL IS IN THIS SITE ASKING ME

AYYYYY we both failing for filipino man😔😔‼️

Yes the Vic art was a gnarly ref lolzzz

[minminambus]

Going YIPPEEEE as I finish the very last assignment for an online class that has been totally horrendous.

[pervertwhore]

la vida es un carnaval (*´∀`)♪

[backwards-blackbird]

Hello I’d like to make my daily contribution to the S. S. Crying

Neptune by Sleeping At Last. Every word of this song screams lieumon to me

J e s u s 💔 You tryin' to kill me??

Beautiful song, and very apt lyrics. Ouch!

Since we're sharing Lieumon songs, I have a personal favorite: Meeting the Master by Greta Van Fleet.

To go down the headcanon rabbit hole... I prefer thinking of Amon as actually scarred (probably having done it to himself to conceal his identity and support the Equalist cause, which I think is a nice, fucked-up little callback to Yakone changing his face to start over with a new identity).

I feel like this song perfectly fits Lieu seeing his face for the first time. 🥲

[serenitys-alcove]

Special Treatment

PBSS!Cheong Myeong x Fem!Reader

Cheong Myeong is in his 20s here.

A part of this fic’s dialogue was inspired by Not Jealous! By blossoming-mind-palace

"You've got to be kidding me," you closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Oyyyy," the drunken idiot slurred, face first into the table. "Anotherrrr!"

You resisted the urge to smack him, sighing deeply as you hesitantly hovered a hand over his shoulder. God, your sect siblings owed you big time for this one.

You gritted your teeth, lightly grasping a limp shoulder and carefully turning him over.

Glazed pink eyes lazily climbed up to your face before squinting. "Haaah? You're not Sahyung."

"You're right," your smile was tight, eyes staring at him without an ounce of pity. "If I was, my boot would have already been lodged up your ass."

He scowled at you, but it lost its effect when his gaze focused slightly above your left shoulder. Your eye twitched. Why the hell were you on Cheong Myeong sitting duty again?

"Get up," you ordered, flicking him in the forehead.

He only grunted, turning his face the other way. Your patience finally snapped.

Cheong Myeong yelped as your arms slid under his legs and behind his back, lifting him up bridal style. "H-Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like, idiot?" You snapped. "Bringing you home, since your useless drunk ass can't crawl your way up Mount Hua."

Cheong Myeong was silent, a little tense in your grasp as he stared up at you, like he couldn't believe the audacity to pick him up in such an undignified manner. Then, something changed in his expression, and he went totally limp.

"Oy!" You sputtered, pulling him tighter against you as his weight tipped. "Stop that!"

"Nope," he said, popping the p. He looked up at you like a damsel in distress. "I fear the alcohol must have finally taken over, Samae. Won't you take pity on your poor Sajil?"

"Y-You!" You clenched your jaw. "I will drop you."

"Nooo you won't," he laughed. His cheeks were red with alcohol as he beamed up at you.

No, I won't, you thought in irritation.

"Don't test it, brat," you huffed.

"Yeah, yeah."

He was surprisingly tame for the rest of the way to Mount Hua, only a few irritating comments thrown here and there to rile you up. You had to shift him onto your back to scale the mountain, and he complied with suspicious ease, wrapping strong arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his soft bangs tickling your skin, a small flush rising on your cheeks.

Ohhhh no. No no no. Not happening.

You chased away the thoughts furiously, trying to focus on literally anything else but the musky scent of man and pungent liquor. Oh, come on. This was Cheong Myeong, your unruly brat of a junior brother. You seriously needed to get it together.

The looks you received from your sect siblings ranged from pitying to amused as they watched you trudge past the training grounds with the resident shit disturber slumped on your back. You glared at the ones that snickered, shutting them up quickly. The message was crystal clear: he's my problem now, but he could be yours very, very soon.

"Hey, brat," you shook him, once you'd arrived at his residence. He didn't respond. A vein throbbed on your forehead. "I SAID, WAKE UP IDIOT!"

Cheong Myeong groaned into your ear, making you tense. "Ehhhh? Why are you being so damn loud?"

You closed your eyes, trying to compose yourself. "We're at your house. You can let go now."

"Hmm," he hummed contemplatively, before tightening his grip. "Nah."

"What do you mean, no?" You seethed. "Get off, you slob!"

"You would abandon your poor Sajil in his moment of vulnerability?" He gasped, scandalized.

"What the hell are you—?"

"I feel faint," he smirked, leaning around to look at you with hooded eyes. "Won't you help me, Samae?"

You ground your teeth. Counted to five. Took a few deep breaths, and one more to steady yourself. "Fine," you said, voice strangled.

You felt him grin against your skin, leaning his head against your shoulder. What a spoiled brat.

You carried him inside, closing the door behind you. The trek to his room felt ominous, your shoulders tensing with every step. It was admittedly strange, being in his private space like this. Almost like you were intruding, privy to a part of him you weren't supposed to see.

You sat down on the edge of his bed, still unmade, the covers hastily chucked to the side. You imagined him kicking them off impatiently in the morning, not being bothered to fix them as he trudged to the bathroom.

Yeah, that tracks, you thought with a smile.

"What's that stupid look on your face for?"

"Alright, off," you scowled, letting him go.

He mumbled something into your shoulder, before loosening his grasp and flopping onto the mattress in an ungraceful heap.

"Give me your feet," you ordered, rolling your eyes at his raised brow. "Don't be disgusting."

"Mm sure," he snickered, but obeyed nonetheless. You held his ankles, carefully pulling off each boot one by one. Then you tucked his legs back onto the mattress and pulled the covers up to his chin. When you looked up again he was already staring at you, magenta eyes unreadable.

"Just spit it out," you crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him. "I can tell you want to say something."

He blinked, almost deceptively innocent. God, it was so unfair for a man to have eyelashes this luscious and long. He looked like a porcelain doll, eyes glittering like marbles.

"Would you do this?" He asked quietly.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Huh? What are you—?"

"For your other Sajils," he interjected. And for a moment, you could have sworn that the haze of alcohol had completely disappeared from his eyes. "Would you do this for them too?"

Of course, you wanted to say, but something stopped you.

Would you? Would you really?

Your sect siblings had always berated you for the soft spot you held for Cheong Myeong. Perhaps they were right, and you had contributed to spoiling him rotten.

"Y-yes," you tried to say firmly, but it sounded hesitant, even to your own ears.

His lips quirked up. "Liar."

Your heart began to pound in your ears, the tips of them reddening in embarrassment. "What the hell are you talking about, you brat?" You glared. "For once, speak with respect—!"

Lightning fast, a hand shot out and grabbed your arm, causing you to stumble forward.

Fuck!

Your hands rushed forward to steady yourself, landing on a hard chest. Your eyes widened.

Oh.

"Hmm? Respect? Why should I?" Cheong Myeong hummed beneath you, cheeks flushed and dark hair splayed across his pillow. And the way he was looking at you—like—like—

You closed your eyes, trying to banish the impure thoughts from your head. You were better than this. Responsible. Controlled.

"Samae."

Lord, have mercy.

A large hand gently cupped your face, making you crack an eye open. You were silent as you stared at your troublesome junior, who was looking at you like you were the only thing that existed in this room.

"Don't do this for anyone else, okay?" He murmured. "Only me."

"Uh-huh," you said mindlessly, transfixed.

"Promise?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Good," he smiled.

Suddenly, you were yanked down without permission, cocooned in a warm embrace as your head was tucked snugly beneath his chin.

"O-Oy!" You flailed. "Let go!"

"Nah.”

[edapostblog]

Oyyyy kıyamam ben sana hıgıcık mı oldun?!

🤣🤗🐈🐈‍⬛

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Remember last week when Markle had that business mag correct a paragraph to say that a restock is coming soon?

Today she said she has « paused » it.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-14775523/Meghan-Markle-update-jam-restock-podcast.html

Oyyyy

Like I said last week: may isn’t the word you use to project confidence. May is the word you use to hedge your bets and buy yourself wiggle room when you change your mind.

[kairiscorner]

Did you get a request? It's Gn spiderperson secretly taking care of Miguel O'Hara! I think I forgot to type his name too so sorry about that! Thanks!

love, your secret admirer. — miguel o'hara x gn!reader

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

(✧) word count: 1,394

(✧) request: You know secret admirers? I have a similar idea to that! Gn spiderperson secretly gives him stuff he needs or something to make his day easier! Like I assumed he doesn't take care of his health much so they will give meals, water, coffee, snacks, etc! He was wary at first but realised it's always something that helps him! So he wants to find them but they're so sneaky that even he wonders how he managed to miss them! He decided to pretend to leave when he's actually hiding & that's when they were about to leave after giving him a meal! They were so fast that he almost lost them! Does this make sense 😂

(✧) author's note: OYYYY i literally crave these dynamics HEEEEE i wanna be miggy's sweet little human assistant, the softer, less chaotic kinda lyla that's not AI for him, which reader is basically LOL man has trust issues, but he can never say no to your cute, darling little face and kind heart that makes him swoon. ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, ANON !!!

every morning, for the past few weeks, miguel had been gifted with little treats at his desk–treats he hadn't realized he's missed all this time until it was right in front of him. "who left these?" he asked lyla as he tasked her to identify any tracks left by whoever could've 'gifted' this to him. lyla chimed in and reported to miguel that she couldn't find any DNA tracing back to the sender; though, lyla had checked the package thoroughly and assured miguel the treats were extremely safe. "passed all the safety protocols, mig, i didn't pick up anything malicious or even remotely harmful from them. just plain old treats ya love, that's all they are, really." lyla explained as miguel rolled his eyes and looked at the treats all neatly wrapped with a dark red and blue ribbon, examining it and taking in all the... friendliness of this little gift before him.

"not used to being gifted anything, hmm?" lyla teased miguel as he snarled at her, turning his nose up at her and glaring at the holographic assistant. he hated that she was, indeed, right–he wasn't used to being gifted anything, let alone something so intricately wrapped. he looked around and heard the crunching of a small piece of paper on the ground. he seemed to have stepped on a sticky note, which he picked up. it read:

'don't forget to spoil yourself sometimes! (◡ ω ◡) — your secret admirer.'

miguel swore he recognized that penmanship somewhere, though due to the lack of any signature or name attached to the message, he couldn't figure out just who in the multiverse could've placed these on his desk. "secret admirer, huh?" lyla teased. "this is probably just some prank by those damn teens." miguel rationalized as his mask dissipated, his stern look still on his face, but slowly softening as he held the gift in his hands, feeling the warmth emanating from the treats. the scent coming from the treats this mystery person left for him was too hard to resist, so he ended up snacking on them before he even realized it. the surprises didn't end there, however��for the rest of the month, miguel had been receiving anonymous gifts that benefitted him and relieved him of stress that accumulated throughout the day.

he hadn't realized he needed coffee in his morning, or that he was hungry for his lunch, or was craving any snacks he hadn't had in a long time until he was treated to them right then and there. he had gotten very suspicious of these constant gifts that were waiting for him at his desk, he had always subjected them to thorough inspections from lyla, but they were never anything bad nor dangerous–they were harmless little gifts, and miguel... miguel was now curious. he wanted to figure who was leaving these gifts for him, these gifts that help keep him sane, healthy, and a little bit happier than he was before all this. he had narrowed down the hours when the gifts would usually come from this 'secret admirer' and had devised a time and plan that he would enact once the right time frame for the next gift would come.

"are you feeling like you're in mission: impossible right now?" lyla asked miguel all sarcastically as miguel stood by the wall in his suit's camouflage mode and held him breath in; waiting for someone to drop off another gift with another uplifting note that... that made him look forward to the next hour, the next day, and the rest of the week, really. he shushed lyla as he heard footsteps from down the hall sneak over to his office, he pressed himself against the wall and anticipated for his secret admirer to come in through those doors and make themselves known to him without them even knowing. as the doors opened, a couple of feet stepped in—bringing with them a familiar frame and face that miguel knew and... was guilty of looking at and admiring himself often when they weren't looking. he spoke your name in a whisper as he watched you shyly drop off a homemade gift for him and attached a sticky note onto the gift itself, muttering under your breath how much of a dork you look right now for not being able to muster the confidence to give these to him in person.

miguel couldn't quell the rapid beating of his heart—as you spoke to yourself, practicing how you'd confess to miguel that you've been the anonymous little darling that's been gifting him all those goodies and feeding him those meals he seems to like so much, he's so drawn to how adorable and humble you look right then and there. "i'm your... secret admirer, mig..." you mutter to yourself, practicing how you'd tell him. you got all flustered at the thought of what his response would be, shaking your head as you sighed; knowing full well to yourself that he wouldn't care... or you thought that he wouldn't care, because right behind you was the man himself—your back pressing against his chest as he gave a low hum in response to your accidental confession. you turned around gently and almost fainted when you realized just who was behind you.

"you are?"

he asked you in a low voice as he bent down slightly to get a proper look at you, but out of embarrassment, your adrenaline kicked in and you bolted out of his office. miguel hadn't had a lot of secret admirers before, he didn't think you turning your heel and dashing off was gonna be a response from you—so he ended up calling your name and running after you. "they're too shocking fast!" he exclaimed as he looked around rapidly for you. lyla pinpointed your location, with miguel quickly sprinting over to you to talk to you. "you... certainly gave quite the chase..." he mumbled as you were about to run off again, but miguel acted quickly and grabbed your wrist. "i'm not gonna do... anything to you, you... know that..." he whispered to you breathlessly as he brought you closer to him, making you lean against his broad chest.

you stared deep into his big, hazel eyes—getting all flustered as you got self-conscious and nervous again. miguel placed his hands on your waist, but quickly pulling away and sighing. "i appreciate the gifts, i... i don't know why i'm the one you want to gift with such pretty and tasty things, but... i really do mean that i appreciate them. i can't remember how i got through my days without your generosity..." he said in a quiet voice as he tucked away a lock of your hair behind your ear, making you gasp a little at his gentleness. "...i would appreciate it more, though, if you let yourself be known to me as more than just my 'secret admirer'. i can't believe how lucky i am... such a cute little spider is my secret admirer?" he asked you aloud as his face heated up, his nose nearly poking yours as he brought his face closer to yours.

"guess you're not so much of a secret anymore, hmm?"

he asked you as you shook your head and got even more bashful. he chuckled lightly as you acted all cutely around him again, making it harder for him to resist your inherent charms. "...i was going to confess, but..." you stammered, your hands resting on his chest—feeling the hammering of his heartbeat, making you even more flustered and at a loss for words. "and i'll confess that... you've had my heart since the moment you left those treats at my desk. i know i sound like i'm moving too fast, but i can't help it. you've been an enigma to me, an enigma that i wanted to meet, to hear, listen to, hold and... i've wanted you, and knowing it's, well, you that i want... it's more like i need you now, not just the gifts, to stay happy and content." he admitted as he pressed his chin against your shoulder, humming out a hum of contentment as he held you tighter, making you gasp and cling on to him as you wrapped your arms around his waist to reciprocate his touch.

"will you please... consider that thought for me, mi vida?"

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

[carb0n-m0n0xide]

Oyyyy im stupid bored and procrastinating so

FAMILY TREE!

(All of these are not real js saying ehehheh,jus friend lore)

@potatoeperson33 miene mama ❤❤❤

@theweirdbox123 WIFE!! HEHEH

@curious-apricot sister :3

@cottoneeahhhhh and @bamboozled-08orange half sister~

And ALL YALL ARE BESTIES!!!

I feel im missing some...