#IDK WHYYY

[literaphobe]

yknow that TikTok trend where they’re like miraculous?? a kids show?? THINK AGAIN and then they blast themes in the show that seem like it’s too deep for kids anyway yeah this is the funniest one

[bunnikida]

Everyone is doing Halloween activities meanwhile I have not even seen a single Halloween decoration in my city 😭

[nyukyusnz]

what happened in school today ?? :0

sigh ,,, i wont bring up the negatives but it wasnt as bad TT it was calm but at the ssme time frustrating ???? this girl ill call cici wasnt there so i was hashtag brocken 💔💔 but it was a little chill </3 . thank u for asking acc T_T .

[taintedcigs]

i love short men

[slimeyliveshere]

Diner

Status: Finished Words: Pronouns: She/her A/N: Drag  Racing AU Sapnap drives an orange Mustang with black racing stripes, his tire rims and interior are also black. Sapnap's 2nd car is a black Ford Mustang with fire decals and gray interior and tire rims. He drives the first one in this one. Dream drives a neon green 1966 Chevelle with stickers from all the companies he has raced for and a black interior. Awesamdude drives a sage green 1932 Ford with a tan leather interior. Karl drives a purple Dodge Hellcat with white racing stripes and an interior. Quackity drives a 1967 navy blue Nova with a duck sticker on the left back window and a white interior. Wilbur drives a dark brown 1965 Ford mustang convertible with a black leather interior.

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The nightly flow of people poured in and out of the dinner like water. Along with the sounds of the wheels of skates and the chatter of customers. Even the once-in-a-while roar of a car engine from the drag strips a couple of roads down from the diner. Currently (Y/N) was standing in front of the counter staring out the large windows right now she was on one of the small breaks she gets on Friday nights. Suddenly the roar of an engine spooked the poor girl. Three cars from the '60s pulled into the dinner parking lot. "(Y/N)!" her boss called from the back. "YEAH?" (Y/N) called still staring at the group of boys stepping out of the cars. "That's the group from the drag strip. Could you take their table?" Your boss, Rose asked as he rolled up to the counter from the back. Yeah, sure," (Y/N) muttered as the group of five boys came in and took a large booth in the corner. Out of the five of them, the tallest was probably the oldest, a brunette with a bright white strip running through his chestnut hair. The second one had a mess of dirty blonde hair and was wearing a completely white mask. The third was a shorter man that had a mop of black hair hidden under his beanie. The next was two teenagers, probably around sixteen one with blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes, and another with a mop of dark brown hair and round brown eyes. "Welcome to Mel's Drive-in! My name is (Y/N), what can I get for ya?" (Y/N) says her boredom finally gone. (If you get it you get it.) “One monster milkshake, three chocolate milkshakes, one strawberry milkshake, and a vanilla milkshake,” the brunette says counting off his fingers until he gets to six. As (Y/N) skates away from the table she hears a very loud voice come from the table. "Wilbur! Give me the keys!" the voice whines. She turns to see the blonde staring at the brunette with white in his hair whose name was Wilbur. "Tommy, I am not going to let you drive my car," he answers the blonde slightly annoyed. "Why? I am seventeen and have a license," Tommy keeps whining at what (Y/N) guesses is his older brother. "Because, that car is my baby," Wilbur tells Tommy. (Y/N) continues to skate to the gap in the counter to give the order to the cooks in the kitchen. The shakes took no time to be made, but in that time you were waiting for the shakes to be made your table became the center of attention at the diner. Telling stories of races and fights on the track. Right now the guy with the mop of black hair (Who's name you found out is Quackity) was talking about how he got in a fight with a six-foot-something teenager at the Drag Strip while standing on the empty table next to his. No one tried to stop him because the crowd was enjoying it. "He was waving his arms around like a monkey!" He continued the story. "HEY, that's not true!" Tommy shouted at Quackity interrupting him. "Ranboo is not a monkey!" he told Quackity glaring at him. You skated over to the table with a tray full of milkshakes in hand. Everyone shuts their mouths except Quackity who kept telling his twisted version of the story. "Six milkshakes for a table of five?'" you ask the table that was staring at you.                           ...And that was how your night ended...                                    [THE NEXT DAY] You had an opening shift the next morning which was 7:00 am-10:30 am. You were standing behind the counter leaning on it when a red motorcycle pulled up in front of the diner. The driver stepped off the bike and removed the helmet from their head releasing messy blonde hair. He started walking toward the door opening it causing the bell to ring, the group of seniors playing bingo in the corner turned their eyes to the door and then back to their game. He walked up to the counter right in front of you. "Nice to see you again (Y/N)!" he said leaning his arms on the counter. You don't respond right away just staring at him. "(Y/N)? You there?" his face morphing into a face of worry. "Yeah! Sorry yeah, everything's fine," you finally answered eyes making contact. "OK! My brother was wondering if you want to go to the races tonight with him?" Tommy asked fiddling with his fingers. "Wilbur? Yeah, sure, I would go with him!" your interest peeked at the mention of his older brother. "Also I didn't know you biked," you told him narrowing your eyes at him." "Yeah, I do," he dropped his head cheeks flushing a rosy color. After Tommy left the diner one of the seniors turned to you. "So (Y/N) you got a date," her dulling blue eyes and neon red hair shone in the vivid light of the diner. "Yeah, I guess I do..."

[tastybluesprite]

Aaaaauyggghgggh my tummy feels kinda funky 😖

[constelco556]

rewatched war-mongerer cus Gregor's voice and laugh make me happy stim

[fl0rdepapel]

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[sparklingpax]

"Gatchaman can't just let the enemy of mankind get away, you know 😌"

[pasta5284]

brain feels like it's melting. feel like i'm wading through waist high water in jeans just to be able to process things being said to me and say anything myself

[catnipqueen]

HOMESTUCK AND STRANGER THINGS SAME?

alright so here is a high thought I have had. so Homestuck right okay now we look at stranger things both have kids alpha kids and parents all fighting an alien force from who knows where that you follow all their journeys through it so stranger things and Homestuck are similar! now let's boil it down even more.........both are DnD campaigns boom!! mic drop I have said what I said. XD

[ququoquaw]

it is a good song

[ffsg0jo]

uncle sukuna whose snores sound like a lawn mower but is the only person who little yuuji can sleep peacefully in a bed with. stays asleep the whole night in sukuna's arms, foot against his chest, and bits of hair blowing with the strong gusts of sukuna's snores.

uncle sukuna, who shadowboxes little yuuji when he's sitting on the sofa, trying to watch his shows. yuuji remains unfazed but is slightly annoyed at sukuna constantly blocking the TV. sukuna probably shouldn't pretend to punch the kid, but they both know he'd rather slit his throat and die than hurt a single nerve on yuuji.

uncle sukuna who dresses yuuji in matching outfits whenever they go outside. women flocked to him when they saw the kid in his arms, and suddenly, having the snotty little brat was worth it. he was a sweetheart and smiled shyly at them all, but sukuna would hit them with the 'he likes you, he isn't this affectionate with most people'. works every single time.

uncle sukuna, who does that weird hacking up phlegm thing that scares yuuji half to death. the poor toddler immediately starts tearing up at the noise.

uncle sukuna who makes sure yuuji always has the best and most fashionable trainers. he doesn't care if it's pointless because yuuji's constantly growing. no nephew of his is allowed to have dead shoes. it's embarrassing for him.

(every time he buys himself new shoes, he always buys two pairs, one in his massive size 13 (14/49) and one in yuuji's cutesy teeny size. turns his heart into goo)

uncle sukuna who gets yuuji a mini version of his motorbike (or one that's similar enough) and helps the cutie decorate it however he wants with stickers and paint (even though he's dying on the inside). yuuji begs and begs sukuna to let him put stickers on his, but he vehemently refuses. they both settle on decorating sukuna's helmet instead <33

here's another post in the same universe, kinda like a pt 2 :))

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[matchandelure]

akiham

[qrowdraws-notforyouthough]

My heart. Hurts.

[minthara]

"You said the surface lacks culture." "Dancing wasn't the first thing on my mind." "But you'll try? For me?" "Don't tell the others."