#bob weis

[yen-sids-tournament]

Quotable Disney Losers Bracket A Poll 1/8

***Please vote on the content of the quote not the format of the picture***

Bob Weis, Press Conference for proposed Disney America theme park 1993

Walt Disney, unknown time and place

Clueless Morgan and Long John Silver, Muppets Treasure Island 1996

Dr. Doofenshmirtz, Phineas and Ferb various episodes

[boarloved-art]

some1 on instagram said i should draw sizhui n wuxian when i asked for requests, and then it spiralled into Sword-Twick-Accident Bob Wuxian.....?

[niteowlworkshop]

Hope you guys have a great Father’s Day! We decided to round up all the plush dads we had currently in the shop, and we had no idea we had so many!

[vilecemetery]

I was tagged by @ducksoup1933 (thanks man<3) to make a poll of my top 5 blorbos and see which is the most popular.

tagging: @the-anxious-acrobat @mrsmiroir @no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist @janvierjes @butterflypython

[ratguy-nico]

Twinkly Light

Like said not my fav song, but the message people. Brutal. y es un temon igual no me hagan mucho caso 🕺

[gatutor]

Bob Hope-Lucille Ball "Elección crítica" (Critic´s choice) 1963, de Don Weis.

[cratastica]

[americanahighways]

REVIEW: Bob Bralove & Patti Weiss “Acoustic Conversations”

REVIEW: Bob Bralove & Patti Weiss “Acoustic Conversations” @bobbralove #pattiweiss @americanahighways #johnapice #newmusic2025 #americanamusic #americanahighways #acousticconversations #musicreviews

Bob Bralove & Patti Weiss – Acoustic Conversations The opening piano with its deep foreboding texture, intercepted by the lushness of the musical breadth of the violin is remarkably original in this context. The intro to Bralove & Weiss’ “Lights In the Fog” is an exceptional theme to a film drama that has yet to be made. Recorded pristinely & despite the spare instrumentation the sound is…

[bob-the-movie-man-film-reviews]

Only The River Flows ('15'): Bleak Chinese Noir that requires concentration (and then some).

A One Mann’s Movies review of “Only the River Flows” (2023) (from the London Film Festival). Original Chinese Title: 河边的错屋 (He bian de cuo wu) I attended the UK premier showing of this one introduced by the director himself, Shujun Wei (see the video below the trailer). This is a film noir, Chinese-style. I enjoyed the experience, but frankly found it very difficult to follow. But I’ll admit…

[yen-sids-tournament]

Quotable Disney Round 1 Group 1 Poll 2/8

***Please vote on the content of the quote not the format of the picture***

Bob Weis:

why the fuck did he say that

Emperor Zurg:

the delivery, followed by Buzz's "YOU FIEND" is peak comedy to me, and my brother and I still quote it to emphasoze any time a villain in a show is being over-the-top capital-E Evil

All Our Polls

Full Quotes Below:

"We want to make you feel what it was like to be a slave, and what it was like to escape on the Underground Railroad."

~Bob Weis during 1993 Press Conference on plans for the "Disney America" park

Yen SId's Comment: The submission was only the first half of the sentence but we felt it important for the full sentence to give slightly more context. But the uncensored submission comment still stands: Why say that?? Also, this park never happened, it was a history theme and was similar to Euro Disney.

"Target the planet of widows and orphans"

~Emperor Zurg, Buzz Lightyear of Star Command: The Adventure Begins (2000) [which also serves as the first 3 pilot episodes of the show]

[undyingdecay]

had to go on anon because im toooooooo embarrassed but like hear me out on a piss kink with bob

idk what ur limits r but if it makes u uncomfy don't write it, btw im in love with ur writing ALSO do u take anon claims?

(i already answer an ask about my limits, but basically i’ll write anything (usually) whether i personally am into the kink or not—on the occasion i may say no. i do take anon claims i just haven’t made a post yet!)

it comes accidental, in the way most things between you and bob do — without thought, without announcement, like some clumsy aftershock in the middle of a quiet, half-lived day.

you’ve been laid up in bed for hours now. ever since the early morning briefing where val had barked orders and tasky had rolled his eyes behind her back, neither you nor bob had found it in yourselves to do much more than crawl beneath the blankets after. the windows had started leaking rain somewhere around noon, thin streaks against the glass like veins, and the television had been droning on with reruns of friends, though neither of you had been watching.

what did it matter? everything smelled of rain and old wood and the faint, acrid scent of bob’s cum drying between your thighs — sticking, clinging in a way that made your skin crawl and ache both at once. a brand, a badge, a claim. it was disgusting, and it was yours.

peace had a way of stretching thin around bob.

he was a restless thing, even at his gentlest. you’d learned that months ago — that the same man who could tear a man’s skull in half like wet paper could also cling like a fevered child in the aftermath. and now, here he was, mouth latched lazily to your breast, suckling like some pathetic animal that had long forgotten what it meant to feed and only remembered the comfort of the act.

the wet, rhythmic sound of it filled the otherwise quiet room. the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back, the weight of his arm slung heavy around your middle. his hair smelled like cheap coconut shampoo, still damp at the roots, strands sticking to his cheek where his face was pressed tight against you.

you let him. it was grounding in a way nothing else was.

but even comfort frays.

it starts as a faint pressure in your bladder — an irritation, an itch just below the surface of your awareness. you shift, twitching your hips, trying to ignore it. but it sharpens, nagging.

you reach behind you, fingers scrabbling at bob’s forearm to loosen his hold. his arm tightens in reflex, a low, needy sound rumbling from him like a thundercloud about to burst.

“bob—” you mumble, voice thick and muzzy from half-sleep. “i need to pee.”

he makes a wounded noise, a soft pop! sound as he pulls his mouth from you, lips glossy with spit, hair falling into his eyes.

“don’t leave.”

it’s pathetic, the way he says it. not a command, not an order. a plea.

you sigh, dragging your hand through his tangled hair. “you can come with,” you offer, though the suggestion makes you feel absurd. “bob, i need to go.”

he doesn’t let go. if anything, he presses closer, breath hot against your skin, his fingers digging into the curve of your hip like if he let go, you might slip through the mattress and disappear.

when he presses against you, you feel it — the heavy, desperate weight of his cock straining against the thin, damp fabric of his boxers. it’s shameless, the way it twitches against your thigh, leaving a tacky, slick smear of pre on your skin. you don’t have to look to picture it: flushed a desperate, aching pink, the head drooling like it’s crying for you.

“just one more time?” bob murmurs, voice cracked and boyish, a breathy whine slipping out of him as he’s already moving, already fitting himself between your thighs like his body had been molded to slot there. like it was inevitable.

you try to take it as your chance — lifting your hips, squirming toward the edge of the bed, towards the bathroom door that sits like a mocking beacon in the hazy rainlight. but bob’s already leaning his full weight down, his broad chest flattening against yours, his arms curling around your middle.

and worse — the pressure.

his hips press flush against you, his cock a thick, hot line against your cunt, and the weight of his body pushes down on your bladder with a ferocity that makes your whole body tense. the urge blooms sharp, immediate, no longer something you can push aside.

“bob—” you gasp, your hands bracing against his shoulders, fingers curling into the damp fabric of his shirt.

he doesn’t stop. if anything, the sound you make only spurs him on. he fumbles with himself, a frantic, messy drag of his boxers down just enough to free himself. his cock drags wetly against your skin, the head catching as he lines himself up — clumsy, eager, desperate.

and then — he pushes in.

slow, thick, splitting you open in a single, relentless thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. your back arches, a strangled cry catching in your throat.

“it’s—okay! you can… you can make a mess on me, i promise—fuck!—please, it’s okay,” bob babbles, the words tumbling out between sharp, breathless gasps, every syllable slurred and soaked in need. his voice is right against your ear, hot and clumsy and wrecked, rising in pitch as his hips slap against you with wet, messy smacks.

he’s whining — these pitiful, high little sounds that shouldn’t belong to a man like him. a man with power enough to end cities and tear gods apart. and yet here he is, reduced to this trembling, desperate thing, rutting into you like he’s half-feral.

“t-tight,” he moans, and it sounds like it’s been wrenched out of him, dragged from some raw part of his throat. “uh-huh, uh-huh…”

the pressure in your belly spikes, unbearable now, molten-hot and cruel as his thrusts drive it deeper, each one pressing down where you can’t take it anymore. your hands scramble at his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, but it only makes him cry out, grinding his cock in deeper.

and then — it happens.

your body betrays you.

a hot, scalding gush, spilling out of you in a helpless, uncontrolled rush, sharp relief and mortification crashing through you in equal measure. it floods between your thighs, soaks the sheets, slicks bob’s cock where he’s still buried to the hilt inside you.

you freeze.

bob doesn’t.

he shudders — a full-body quake, his hands clenching on your hips like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. a breathless, wrecked sound spills out of him, cracked and soft, like something holy and profane all at once. his head drops to the curve of your neck, lips trembling against your skin.

“oh, fuck—” he whimpers, his voice breaking apart in your ear. “don’t stop. don’t… don’t stop, please, i need it—i need you.”

and there’s no disgust in him. none.

no recoil, no tensing of his body, no horror in his voice. if anything, you feel the thick twitch of his cock inside you, pulsing against the flood of your release like it only makes him harder, hungrier.

“‘s warm,” he murmurs, almost dazed, a reverent sort of awe in the way he says it. “it’s… it’s so fucking warm.”

it’s obscene. the mess between you is awful — sharp and acrid and slick, and he’s still driving into you, hips stuttering but refusing to stop, chasing the filth of it, the need to drown in everything you give him.

to bob, it’s more than just the act.

it’s proof.

that he isn’t above this. that he can be touched and soaked and ruined and still be wanted. still be needed. it’s his confession, his penance, his salvation, all in the way he clings to you tighter the more your body gives way beneath him. the more you lose control, the more his shivering voice curls against your ear like a prayer.

“please, please,” he keeps begging, the words clumsy and wet, caught between whines and moans. “let me—let me feel it, don’t go, don’t… i wanna stay here. stay inside.”

he’s completely undone. a man of violence and light brought to his knees by the simplest, messiest, most human thing — and it’s beautiful, in the ugliest, filthiest way. the room reeking of rain and sex and piss, sheets clinging to fevered skin, and bob’s needy, broken voice murmuring praise like you’re the one saving him.

[boarloved-art]

[ID: a 4 panel sketched comic of wangji and wuxian from mo dao zu shi. the first panel shows a concerned wangji reaching for wuxians face - wuxian has choppy chin-length hair. the second panel shows wei wuxians face being held by wangji. there is a scrape on his face and his hand, and he is waving his hand and smiling nervously. the third panel shows wuxian tilting his head and holding wangjis lefthand against his face. the final panel shows wangji looking down at wuxian with wide eyes and blushing. end ID.]

a lil continuation of Wuxians Accidental Bob 🫶 dialogue isnt dialogue-ing today so who knows what theyre saying ! certainly not me ! all i know is that wangji likes the bob but hes not too fond of all the injuries that came with it!

[dancarvalho04]

I made a tier list of Tekken characters, based on your neurodiversities, being my HC

Autism: Yoshimitsu, Paul Phoenix, Sergei Dragunov, Asuka Kazama, Miharu Hirano, Julia/Jaycee, Michelle Chang, Lidia, Eddy Gordo, Kazumi Mishima, Feng Wei, Shasheen

ADHD: Forest Law, Marshall Law, Azucena, Hwoarang, Ling Xiaoyu, Steve Fox, Ganryu, Bob/Slim Bob, Lars Alexsanderson, Baek Doo San, the 2 Kunimitsus and Claudio Serafino

Depression: Jin Kazama, Nina Williams, Clive Rosfield and Noctis

Bipolar: Kazuya Mishima, Lucky Chloe, Dr Bosconovitch, Reina Mishima and Jinpachi Mishima

Tourrete: Victor Chevalier, King and Armor King

Dyslexia: Lei Wulong

Anxiety: Josie Rizal, Leo Kliesen, Alisa Bosconovitch

Impulsive: Bryan Fury, Geese Howard, Devil Kazuya, Devil Jin, Heihachi Mishima, Miguel Caballero Rojo, Akuma, Fahkuram, Murduk, Ogre, True Ogre, Gon, Devil Kazumi

Narcisism: Lee Chaolan/Violet, Lili Rochefort, Anna Williams and Tiger Jackson

Neurotypical: Jun Kazama, Christie Monteiro, Taekwondo Girl, Sebastian, Leroy Smith, Bruce, Raven, Katarina, P Jack, Kuma, Panda, Alex, Gigas, Unknown, Tetsujin, Mokujin, P Jack 2, Wang Jinrei, Roger, Roger Jr and Zafina

(Have some characters that I have forget the names sorry)

@purpura-xiao @jinniexiong @enigmaoftheduchess @lionsteelmaiden

[wangxianficrecs]

golden by queen_gee

golden

by queen_gee

Not rated, 3k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying sees him through the flowers and silk and his heart whispers, oh. There you are. It is there in one moment and then gone in the next, just a fleeting hint of recognition, relief that spreads through his chest with intensity that makes his knees wobble. There is a beautiful man at his sister’s wedding and he is looking at Wei Ying as if he has been struck speechless and something about the curve of that man’s bowed lips, the molten gold of his eyes, the way his throat bobs and his jaw slackens—it feels like coming home. ---------- A beautiful stranger asks Wei Ying to dance. Kay's comments: A beautiful modern Wangxian meeting each other for the first time and immediately falling for each other story. It's reincarnation, so their hearts recognize each other and them meeting and immediately falling for each other feels as natural as falling asleep. Very sweet with no angst. Excerpt: He’s standing at the family table, eyes on the dance floor as the song fades into a tune calm and lovely, so he does not see him crossing the room to him, does not feel the eyes on him until a low, calm voice asks, “May I have this dance?” Wei Ying turns and there he is, white-gray suit like splashes of watercolor and eyes like sunshine. He holds one hand toward Wei Ying, fingers relaxed, no pressure in the gesture as if he readily expects a no and has already accepted as much. His other hand is tucked behind his back as though he is about to bow, as if Wei Ying is someone who deserves such a benediction. The man’s face is rather stoic, carefully so, but Wei Ying can read the hope in the lines around his eyes, the endearing awe in the softness of his mouth. Wei Ying has waited a few seconds too long to answer and the man’s eyes shutter so subtly, resigned acceptance. Wei Ying feels as though he has been hypnotized. He sways forward, another step to close the fragile gap between him and this man, and he whispers, “Have we met?”

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no magic, weddings, strangers to lovers, first meetings, reincarnation, love at first sight, no angst, fluff, soft lan wangji/wei wuxian

~*~

(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[dark-elf-writes]

Was thinking about pjo and that led to me thinking about the MDZS crossover and

Wei Wuxian would fucking LOVE Bob

God you know Wei Wuxian and Persephone would have a tense relationship… and one that definitely feels a bit familiar both from his life pre camp and the fractured bits of not memory/deja vu he frequently gets. This boy is getting the plant treatment, particularly when he finds out the other big three kids were manipulated into cleaning up after her mess and Percy almost died in the process.

But Bob, on the other hand, Wei Wuxian gets along with incredibly well.

It’s not uncommon to see either son of Hades in the underworld at any given point in time and without fail every time one of them is there they stop to talk with the Titan that had somehow become a part of their household.

Nico talks about Percy. About the boy that he can’t get out of his head no matter how hard he tries. About the kindness that he can’t forget. About his guilt and desire to prove himself as someone good. About it all.

Wei Wuxian, sprawled over anything that can remotely hold his weight like a particularly lazy cat, talks about Percy too along with just about everyone else at camp, but also other things. He talks about half remembered glimpses of a life that felt like his but a it to the left. About pain and betrayal and so much loss he could hardly breathe through it. About a power like his but different that tore him apart.

Bob listens to both sons of Hades with a kind smile and plenty of head pats. He remembers the names, remembers the stories, remembers these little demigods trusting him with their pain.

He wasn’t fast enough when one of them fell into Tartarus, but when the next demigods fall in, he is.

[itsthesadboyhours]

MDZS Group Prompts #002

[Hair Styles] What hair styles would they have?

Wei Wuxian had fairly short hair growing up as Yu Ziyuan insisted that longer hair looked messy on him as he would just pull it back into a very rough ponytail. After he left home he would let his hair grow out until his sister asked to trim it to help keep it out of his eyes. Now he has what NHS Loving calls an overgrown mullet, which LWJ trims for him.

Nie Huaisang frequently changes his hair styles, but commonly wears it at shoulder length in a wolf cut. He also likes adding braids to his hair which his brother taught him to do when he was younger.

Wen Qing had long hair throughout her childhood but when she was in university she cut it to a sharp bob with an undercut at the back to keep it professional but out of her way. She sometimes has small designs cut into the back during summer.

Jiang Yanli has always taken pride in her waist length hair, spending a lot of time in the morning carefully pining and braiding it into elaborate styles with pressure from her mother to always look ‘perfect’. When she falls pregnant she sadly finds she has less time and energy but Jin Zixuan starts (somewhat clumsily) doing her hair for her instead.