#WEE WOO WEE WOOO

[mondaymelon]

i’d enjoy the smell of you in my sheets better actually

cAuSe lAsT niGHt yOU WeRE in My RoOm

aND noW MY bEDsHeEts SMelL liKE yOu-!!!

you are summoning a ginger yui. this is not okay. think of rei. think of your undying love

[in-case-i-die-daily]

Love”

song: cicada days (live at knitting factory, spokane, wa)

word: 100 / 323

[evilautismcrusades]

this is what happens when im feeling silly im feeling silly im feeling silly imf eelig s ylily im fliei yfhli ndh jh

the jevil brainrot has taken hold of me so here are some reaction images

[quipxotic]

As all Critical Role fans know, RED means danger and death.

[yellowlaboratory]

THE DOOR IS LOCKED BUT HER NAME IS KIE

[fuckedprophet-arch]

Let me go ahead and apologize now, I’m stuck in fear street brain rot and summer slasher vibes.

[sparklingmidnights]

RECORD STORE DAY?!?!

[criminal1997]

we should collectively forget abt taylor swift before her next album comes out so when there's only 7 streams on it she has a white woman breakdown and drowns herself in a bathtub

[thegrinninglion]

whelp i’m back on bumble folks  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[dreaming-omens]

WHAT THE FUC- [CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] “GOOD LORD” [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] “WAAAAAAAAAH WAAAAAH” [YELLING] DAMN BTCH SHUT THAT DAMN BABY UP” [POLICE SIRENS] WEEE WOO WEE WOOO [HELICOPTERS] “...WE’RE REPORTING LIVE FROM THE SCENE-“ [BANG] MY LEG... MY LEG-

[belovedrm]

[CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] “GOOD LORD” [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] “WAAAAAAAAAH WAAAAAH” [EXPLOSION] [YELLING] SHUT THAT DAMN BABY UP” [POLICE SIRENS] WEEE WOO WEE WOOO [HELICOPTERS] “...WE’RE REPORTING LIVE FROM THE SCENE-“ [BANG] MY LEG... MY LEG! (dream. dreamwastaken. he can’t keep getting away with this.)

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hank Voight and The Crackhead Detective

It is finished! I am on the waitlist for an AO3 account, and will promptly post it when I am able to! Until then, I have it printed and bound! 🩵🩵✨✨

This piece is co-written with @creativeimagination206 - It has been a wild journey. We have had so much fun writing this. Once it’s posted, I hope everyone else loves it as much as we do!

Below, you can find an excerpt! (I don’t own any of the memes or quotes used, this is all for fun!!)

Some time passed, the Chicago traffic heavier than usual due to tourist season. Voight wasn't in too much of a hurry this time, seeing as Kate hadn't said much since they'd left the crime scene. He visibly relaxed as he moved into his "zone,” pondering on the case.

Soon enough, they'd passed by a Target store. Kate's lips pulled up in a small smirk, then she started speaking in an announcer-type voice, fairly loudly, so as to interrupt the silence engulfing them. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TAAAAAARRRGEEEETTT!!!" Then, she went completely silent, her face deadpanned, as if nothing had even happened.

Voight had been startled by the sudden shift in noise, but moreover, was terrified of the deadpanned look after, as if he had imagined the whole thing. He blinked and looked at her for a short moment as they stopped at a traffic light. "What the hell was that?"

She looked at him, as if she had no idea what he was talking about. "What?"

He blinked at her, furrowing his brow. "Just now. When you screamed."

Kate hummed, looking as if she was trying to remember something from years ago, then shrugged, looking back out the window. Voight stared at her with intensity, but she didn't falter, looking out the window and practically ignoring his burning eyes. It wasn't until someone behind them honked to let Voight know the light was green that he looked away to drive again. He continued on, inwardly wondering what he had done to deserve this kind of treatment, and if she was insane.

They came to a stop at another light, Voight trying to find the words to say. He looked at her. "Listen, if you want this to work out, you can't be acting like this, it's-" He was cut off by two patrol cars speeding through the crossway of the intersection.

"You stirred up all the wee-woos! Here come all the wee-woos now!" she practically yelled in a vaguely southern dialect. Voight was about to retaliate when she continued, obnoxiously waving her arms as she made the sounds in time with the squad cars passing by. "WEEEE-WOOOO, WEEEE-WOOOO, WEEE-WOOO," She continued with the sounds until the sirens were completely out of earshot, before letting her hands fall into her lap, dropping her face again, and looking back out the window.

Hank had since gone through the green light, driving and looking over at her every so often, wondering what drugs she was on. He didn't talk to her anymore, trying to focus on the case instead.

.

When they pulled up, the two of them got out and walked to the house. Kate rang the doorbell, humming as she waited, glancing at Voight. He tried not to make eye contact, fearing some other bullshit would come out of her mouth, but when he chanced a sideways glance at her, she retaliated with a quiet but very offended, "bombastic side-eye!" and a small huff afterward. Although confused, he was glad she didn't scream it this time. He tried to comprehend her words but couldn't as the door opened.

The elderly woman who answered it smiled at them. "Hello, dears. What can I do for you?"

"Chicago PD, ma'am," Voight said, holding up his badge and clearing his throat. "Is that your car?"

"Why, yes," she said, furrowing her brow. "Is something the matter with it?"

"No, ma'am," Kate replied with a gentle smile. "Were you driving it this morning?"

"Oh, well, no, my son had the car all last night and this morning. He's just upstairs." She turned around and yelled into the house. "Travis?! Travis, come down here, please!"

Kate peeked into the house as Greta stepped aside, seeing someone come down the stairs. The man was young and lanky, but when he saw Hank and Kate or rather, their badges, he broke out into a run toward the back door.

Without a word, Kate ran down the front stairs, sprinting around the house to catch him. Voight sighed, quickly moving through the house and to the back door, chasing after Travis. There was something slippery on the back steps, Voight immediately falling flat on his ass on the stairs. He groaned, muttering expletives beneath his breath and just sitting on the stairs, defeated. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. He hurt his back or tailbone, and he wasn't sure which. Of course, this had to happen when he was paired up with this twenty-something year old detective, who was absolutely off her rocker. He would much rather get the grief from Olinsky or even Trudy than listen to Katelyn's reaction.

Katelyn came to the backyard, furrowing her brow. She'd lost Travis down a set of alleyways and circled back to find Voight on the back steps of the woman's house. She could barely keep herself together as she caught sight of him. She ducked behind the fence to gather herself, taking a breath before she appeared in his line of sight, walking over and looking down at him.

"I don't want to hear-"

"Miss Keisha. Miss Keisha... Miss Keisha!" She looked down at Voight, making direct eye contact. "Oh, my fucking gosh, she's fucking dead."

Voight groaned, letting his head lay back on one of the steps. He may as well have hit his head, since it was pounding with a migraine from listening to the complete nonsense this woman constantly spoke.

[silkayyyyy]

GINGI GINGI GINGI WOOYEAH WEEE WHOHOO WEE WOO YEAH WEE WOOO WEEEE

[voidandabyssal]

In all the aus u write which Toriel and Asgore would be most like to either get back together or at least have a cordial agreement? Who should NEVER been in the same room, let alone the same Planet with amount of toxicity they generate?

ehehehehhe I have been thinking about this!!

Okay so the ones with the best relationship would be the Tale couple!

At first Toriel and Asgore only get back together in order to present a more united front to the human government, they live in the same home together but sleep in seperate bedrooms, both take care of frisk. Basically acting as loving parents who've fallen out of love for each other.

At first, it's just a platonic friendship that devolps, both have sat down and discussed what happened with Chara and Asriel, both apologise, even Toriel, who feels guilt for abandoning both her people and her husband in a time of turmoil.

Soon that friendship devolps into a romance. Both act like blushing schoolgirls at first, unsure of what to do, or even if the other reciprocates.

Overall, it's a very healthy relationship, stronger than it was before even.

The second strongest would be the Swap couple!

Basil (US Asgore) and Clover (US Toriel) they don't live together at the start like the Tale couple do. Instead they just have Chara alternate where they live for a couple years. Then Chara and Stretch decide to meddle, and for a couple months Basil and Clover are forced to endure being put in the most romantic and embarrasing of positons. Try and think of the worst and I can gurantee what Chara and Stretch did was somehow more chaotic.

Eventually, through all the pranks and chaos, they do redevolp feelings for each other. The dynamic is different, and sometimes they argue, but it's a pretty happy relationship in the end.

the Fell couple is not the most toxic, there's just no relationship at all. Rose (UF Toriel) barely tolerates being in the same room as Oleander (UF Asgore) and she barely tolerates leaving Frisk in his care. No sleepovers, no messages, the only time those two interact is when it's about planned speeches and such.

Oleander still pretty pissy at Rose for leaving so he doesn't particularly mind.

"WEE-WOO WEE-WOOO WEE-OOO WEE-OOO WEE-OOO WEE-OO

TOXICTY LEVEL TOO HIGH"

is about the right reaction to the SwapFell couple.

Hemlock (SF Asgore) and Dahlia (SF Toriel) hate each other. They can't even be in the same room as each other without a fight breaking out, Hemlock can't stand to look at the woman Dahlia become and Dahlia hates that pathetic man too even look at her.

Hemlock doesn't let his Chara vist Dahlia, despite her constant pressing for vists and such. He's genuinely almost gone to blows with her over this, he's not letting his children be put in danger ever again.

Genuinely, there is only pure hurt and hatred left. Too much history that neither wants to or can overcome.

[casualheizouenjoyers]

wee woo wee wooo aris needs opinions!

note: reader is in a band in both of these just not heizous

[barrenclan]

To be honest I thought deepy-dark was pansexual + poly Just like "SCREW SOCIETIES EXPECTATIONS OF ME I'M GOING HAM ON BABIES WIVES AND HUSBANDS AND PARTNERS WEEE WOOO WEE WOO" *TRUCK HONK* but in a deep dark kinda evily way??

Haha, sorry, just straight in the deer kind of way, which I suppose is poly by our human terms. Most species have seasonal mating with multiple partners, but don't keep permanent mates (and Deepdark only goes with does). I don't imagine Deepdark really cares about any of the does either.