#adios fellas

[freaky-dan]

getting ready to fly up to ann arbor! as a lil treat y'all can witness the freaky-dan outfit in real life! (the hatred shirt doesnt actually exist but its based off of this paul mccartney shirt, didnt go to the tour but my mom did and she lets me wear the shirt so yeah) if any of you are going to sonic lunch uhh see you tomorrow lol

[spooky-month-archive]

Concepts for the drawing on the fridge

The concepts included:

Moloch with 'adios' text

Happy Fella doll (assumed to be possessed by Dexter) with a cat

Skid and Pump in Friday Night Funkin'

[sports-on-sundays]

everyone can see he looks at you like you're the world, but you don't even know it / landoscar

Summary: Lando x Oscar - Lando being stupid and Oscar being lovestruck basically.

Warnings: Uh none??? Maybe light mention of violence. Maybe some could be supposed as a bit of angst.

Requested: Surprise surprise- no

Author's Note: Usually won't be writing ships but I had to get it out of my system. Might not be my best work but I really just had to write some Landoscar. Enjoy, fellas.

Oscar watched as Lando kidded with Carlos, feeling strange flutters in his chest whenever Lando laughed with his friend or did something goofy.

He was so fixed on Lando, he didn't even see, hear, or register that the former McLaren driver Lando was conversing with could clearly see him gazing as he was.

"Lando, look at the way your teammate looks at you," was immediately what Carlos said, always taking any opportunity to tease Lando.

"Hm?" Lando asked, in confusion, glancing around. "Where is he?"

Carlos gestured with his chin discreetly, and Lando glanced behind him.

And his eyes met the big brown ones of his teammate in McLaren. And right away, as soon as their eyes met, Oscar's flitted down to the ground. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, his brown eyelashes covering his downward facing eyes like curtains. As he sped up, to Carlos, the pink on Oscar's cheeks was unmistakable. But to Lando, it was nonexistant.

Lando looked back to Carlos, grinning as his eyebrows scrunched up, "What? Were you trying to trick me, mate-"

Carlos chuckled, shaking his head, "You're so oblivious."

"Sorry, what?"

"Got to go. Ferrari team is calling."

"Carlo-"

"Adios!" he called, before walking off.

Oscar rounded the corner, but he had heard it all.

It was impossible. In interviews the glances Oscar caught himself giving. 'Accidentally' bumping shoulders with him was difficult not to do. He wanted to be near him. He loved talking with him. So many of the things he did were so funny and...

God.

No, he didn't think Lando was stupid at all. He wasn't trying to let Lando know the strange feelings welling up inside him. No, he didn't want him to know. Because they were weird. They were teammates more than friends. And friends more than... more than anything other than that... And Lando probably isn't... like that.

He didn't know he was into guys, either, until Lando.

(Okay well maybe Logan was really his first crush but he really refused to admit that he still found Logan cute.)

But no, it wasn't Lando that was stupid. It was himself.

He was acting like a kid in school with a stupid crush who had no control over his emotions. What the hell was up with that, he did not know. But control in this subject was not a skill he could grasp.

"Oscar!" said his teammate as Oscar felt his hand grasp his shoulder. Oscar looked over his shoulder, his nose suddenly inches from Lando's.

"You're in a good mood," Oscar observed at the grinning twenty-three year old.

Lando shrugged. "Why not? How are you?" The two McLaren drivers stood, getting some morning coffee together.

"Oh, I'm fine..." Oscar murmured, pouring coffee into his mug.

"Oh, I'm fine..." Lando randomly mimicked, exaggerating Oscar's tone of voice and (in Lando's perspective) Australian accent.

Oscar smiled, looking up, meeting his eyes, Lando grinned, being silly. Being silly on purpose, with the intention to make Oscar laugh. He could always make Oscar laugh, and just the fact that doing that didn't make Oscar chuckle suggested unconciously to Lando that something bothered his mate. Curiously, he'd found himself starting to pick up the little things about Oscar, quicker than he had with either of his other teammates.

"What's up, Oscar?"

"Nothing much, wh-"

"No, like, how are you this morning?"

Oscar was taken off guard by the sudden seriousness in his teammate's voice. He looked up, and felt his stomach lurch as he stared at Lando. He scanned his face- which was quite handsome to be honest- and their eyes met.

He's so serious, but I can't tell him what's really bugging me.

Because he's bugging me.

Oscar swallowed, which Lando saw. "I'm good, as I already said. Sorry if I seem a little tired... Didn't sleep well and I have a lot on my mind."

Lando studied the younger man, before saying, "Obviously we're just teammates, but every single little personal thing can affect racing and performance- so if you ever need to get anything off your chest-"

He cares. He cares so much. "Thanks, Lando, really, I'm fine," Oscar interrupted curtly, before grabbing his drink and turning on his heel, walking out of the room.

"Look at this," one of Oscar's friends laughed. "What the hell are these fans?"

"Most of the time I try to avoid the really strange ones-" Oscar abruptly stopped talking when he saw what was on his mate's phone. His nose crinkled up and his cheeks grew red, and as anger seeped in, so did embarrassment.

"What the hell is right. Why do you seek out this stuff?"

His friend chuckled. "Your reaction is funny." His friend had shown him a post, made by some dumb fan who likely needed a life. A picture of himself and Lando, with simply the caption, 'Oscar looks at Lando like he's the world, and neither of them realize it.'

Why do fans-

No way.

That's not real.

Looking at the picture made the Austrialian's stomach lurch. Because he sort of got what the fan was saying.

"Dude, Oscar, you'll never guess what Alex said the other day," Logan laughed. The two twenty-two year olds walked down the paddock together.

"You're right, I won't guess. What did he say?" As they walked, Oscar instinctively waved to Lando the moment he saw him.

Logan waited a few seconds, before saying, "That's funny, too."

"What?"

"It was about Lando. Because, you know, they know each other well enough. Rookies together and everything. Like you and me."

"Sure..." Oscar always was careful, hesitating when talking about Lando with others. He was mindful to never bring him up and always say as little as possible about him. No one could know how much he felt obsessed with the other McLaren driver.

"He was like, 'Have you see the way Oscar looks at Lando? It's like he's an angel or something. And trust me, Lando is not an angel.' Or he said something like that. I was like, 'Yeah I guess.' But really I thought about it and you probably just... What?"

Oscar had accidentally sighed a little too loud. "Nothing. That's just not the first time I've heard something like that. But continue on-"

"Yeah, well, I was thinking that you probably just have those type of eyes that show your feelings. Like right now." Logan and Oscar looked at each other's eyes.

"Hmmm?"

"Your eyes always show when you like someone a lot. I mean I'm sure you've got other friends and you look the same way, or, like, at your mom."

"What brings you to that conclusion?" Oscar asked carefully.

"Well, because, Alex is right. That's not just your constant look in your eyes. It took me a second to realize that, though, because you look at me with the same look. Which is nice, buddy." He made a silly grin.

Logan was really lame and cheesy. Or at least Oscar thought so.

(But he was also cute.)

And it was unfortunate he wasn't just slightly more stupid.

Oscar's eyes flitted to the ground of the paddock. I really am terrible at hiding it, aren't I? Logan's saying my eyes betray me. Isn't it curious only I get that look in my eyes when it's Lando or Logan?

It honestly really stressed Oscar out, and it was getting tiring to pretend nothing was wrong.

No matter how much I watch my words, everybody knows because of my stupid eyes. May as well gouge them out.

Oscar was tired after the Japanese Grand Prix. Lando spraying him with champagne on that podium. It was... amazing.

A moment he'd never, ever forget.

But now he was tired. So, so tired.

Suddenly, though, he turned, hearing a door swing behind him in the McLaren hall. His eyes met Lando's, and his heart involuntarily started to beat faster as Lando made his way down the hall toward him.

"Oscar," he said simply, grinning widely in the way he did. The moment he reached him though, Lando, with no more thought and one purpose, suddenly threw his arms around Oscar.

It wasn't just any hug. Lando hugged him tightly, his chest pressed against Oscar's. For a moment, Oscar was too shocked to move. Can he feel my heart pounding? This far after the race, can I blame it on adreniline?

Oscar finally awkwardly, stiffly, wrapped his arms around the British driver back, the hug lasting too long for... anything close to regular.

Finally Lando spoke, breaking the terrible silence. Still, he spoke soft. Almost gentle. The concept of Lando speaking gently to him... Oscar had to admit... he liked it. "You've seemed off lately. I hope this... I hope this makes you feel better, these podiums..."

And your hug.

Oscar relaxed slightly, his muscles become less tense as his arms rested more closely against Lando's back. He was warm, and emotions from Lando flowed into Oscar. It was comforting, despite also being unnerving for Oscar. He practically choked on the words, and even coughed, but got out awkwardly, "Why- Why do you care so much?"

Lando sighed. "Because we're teammates. And I like you..." Oscar felt heat on his face and surprised butterflies as Lando pulled away.

Lando gave him a cute smile, before starting to walk down the hall past him. On his way past, he patted Oscar's back, and as he walked off, called, "And, besides, that's what friends are for!"

Right.

That's what friends are for.

As Oscar glanced back over his shoulder for one more glimpse of Lando, he felt cut to pieces. And alone.

[boxiidragonx]

Was able to finish this piece today.

Ngl listening to some phighting osts while finishing this,actually help a bit.

Alright got to sleep now adios fellas.

[bunnsource]

*Sigh* I don’t get to draw so often anymore, sorry my fellas (Especially don’t remember the last time I drew on the GT). So I'd like to make up for it with an old and... Interesting Manpepper sketch. Please enjoy or nah

TW: Half-naked

Welp, my job is done here, Abba disappears again, adios, BUT I PROMISE I'LL BE BACK (As Springtrap says)

Although, I just needed to post something

Well, this is the first and last time he appeared on my blog in this form I swear (At least on Tumblr for sure)

[busterpointisdead]

'ts got me thinking now

What bugs would the tf2 fellas be? Feel free to reblog with your own hcs fellow buglikers

Me infodumping below the cut

I've already established pyro is a weevil but... What about the others?

Heavy is definitely a scarab beetle, they have the hardest carapice of any bug! Dung rolling aside, beeg stronk bug... And in animal crossing you find them during the winter before someone asks me why not a cold climate bug-

Medic is a jumping spider, they're incredibly intelligent and have a creepy-cute vibe. Not too spooky but palatable enough to arachnophobes... Plus, imagine him using webbing for stitches

Scout is a dragonfly, flashy and quick. Capable of 360° motion in flight and generally a very good looking bug. Maybe it's giving Scout too much credit but cmon, what's more perfect than a fast bug that immediately dies if it touches the water?

Soldier is a trap-jaw ant! Need I say more? I'm sure there's a million good options for Soldier but look at the ant and come back to me with a better idea lol

Demo is a bombardier beetle, known for being able to spit fire makes them a good candidate. You might be asking, why not Pyro be a bombardier beetle? Pyro is already weevil shaped you can't change my mind, lol. Demo is the next best thing given his love of explosions and alcohol... I imagine he uses the alcohol to help his fire spitting abilities.

Spy is an earwig. There's honestly no good reason for this they're just really nice looking bugs with really pretty wings... Earwigs are also considered pests like French people (joke)!

Pyro I established as a weevil, because weevils look like Pyro, and they're just very cute (also like Pyro! Until they burn your face off). There are also pine weevils, and pine is known for being very resilient to flames... Otherwise, not much a reason-

Sniper is a pistol shrimp... Before you say "tHat'S a CruSTaCeAn"- SHUT! These are my rules crustacean is bug to me. As the sharpshooter of the ocean world it fits Sniper very well! Also shrimp are weird, like Sniper.

Last but certainly not least is Engineer... I've been like thinking hard about this but I've determined Engie to be a roach! Hear me out roaches are smart and cleanly (domestic roaches are cleaner than dogs or cats). I imagine him digging through scrap metal to find ideal parts for machinery...

Might draw this later, but for now... Adios

[askfentoncrackshellcabrera]

What's the strangest interaction you've ever had with someone??

Hmmm... everyone's wierd in their own ways... hard to pick... I guess it would have to go to Donald's marine loving cousin Fethry... he's awesome and I love the ocean as much as he does but... adios mio... he can be a strange fella...

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

they would! >:(

ok.. off to go cry.. alone… *sniffle* :,(

“Adios, lil’ fella.”

[daydreamgoddess14]

We lie awake in love and fear pt. 2

MASTERLIST

From a @lilacmermaid25 prompt - Rebecca's legs cause Ted's brain to short circuit.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The window was wide open, Rebecca could hear the boys shouting and jeering with each other. She continued to work her way through her inbox until she heard Roy call the whistle when she stood and went to stand at the window so she could see them all lined up. They looked so excited to give their gift to Ted. Sam and Isaac led them off - both surprisingly good singers. She giggled at the dance moves. Roy nodded his head in time to the music, she was so proud that he’d managed to arrange the routine. By the time Dani was stepping up for his solo, she was on the verge of tears - the combination of being so very proud of the team, and of the goodbye itself. Dani’s gentle chorus of "Adios" nearly tipped her over the edge and she clutched at the window frame, leaning over for a closer look. Ted and Beard turned to watch Dani join the others in the stands as they reached the finale. She could barely hold herself upright. Then she heard Ted, with a smile in his voice. 

"Thank you fellas. That was perfect." She sighed with relief, pulled the window closed and pressed her forehead against the glass. She'd need a very large glass of wine over lunch with her mum, the day was proving just as highly strung as she’d expected. She felt like an acrobat on the highwire just millimeters from a fall. 

After their slightly awkward morning, and fortified by the wine at lunchtime, Rebecca braced herself to talk to Ted. She knew realistically that it had to be today, tomorrow was match day and she didn't want it to overshadow the game. She knew he'd sneak off as soon as he could to avoid any prolonged goodbyes, so that left her with now. Right now. She went down to the office, but it was dark and quiet. Only the pink gift bags from Keeley stood out. He'll be in the stands. She knew exactly that that's where he'd be. 

"I'm ready to talk now." She stated. And she did. She covered every thought that popped into her head, the schools, the money, selling the club. Threw in a joke about going away to “sleep, drink, fuck.” She poured every ounce of love into what was ultimately a one-sided conversation. 

"You liven up the place, Ted. I don't think I can do this without you." A sob rose in her throat. "Believe it or not, I'm not trying to change your mind. I know you have your heart set on this. I just need you to know how I feel." She placed a hand over his, "Would you… would you come back to mine? For a drink?" He shook his head. That final dismissal was almost too much. She nodded in acceptance, not daring to speak any more. Reluctantly, she squeezed his shoulder and left him to his thoughts. 

Once again, she found herself in bed with a large glass of wine, still working on the same page of her book as the previous night. Again, she was distracted by the doorbell. 

"If that's Beard again…" She mumbled. She checked the app before she bothered moving. Hoping it could be someone she could ignore - an incorrect food delivery or taxi driver. It was Ted, and he appeared to be alone. He had his back to the door, only turning when he heard it open. She wore a pink silk cami and shorts set - no robe this time. No counter to hide her legs. 

"Fuck me." He whispered. Rebecca raised an eyebrow in surprise. Well, not quite a surprise given how he’d been looking at her that morning and been trying to hide. "Sorry, Rebecca. I didn't mean to disturb you. I feel bad for how I left things between us earlier tonight. I wanted to apologise." She didn't say anything, offering him the same silent treatment he'd given her. "I'm sorry." He tagged on. 

"Would you like a drink?" She asked. He shook his head. "For fucks sake Ted, I know why you're being so… not you. But quite honestly it's giving me the fucking creeps. This odd, emotionless version of you. I don't like it. This isn’t my Te-" she stopped abruptly. Not my Ted - don’t fucking say that, “this isn’t the Ted I know.”

"I'm sorry 'bout that, Rebecca. I'm just tryin’ to get through the next couple of days, that's all. Some big emotions goin’ round the place - the game tomorrow, me leavin’. Feels like we’re all just clinging on like Jack and Rose on that door. I’m just tryin’ to make it through in one piece."

"At what cost, Ted? You’re allowed to be upset for the life you’re leaving behind, you know? You’re allowed to miss us. I can't stand to see you like this. I miss the Ted who finds humour in everything, who is so giving and so caring and so passionate, I miss-" She was cut off unexpectedly with a searing kiss. He'd taken a stride forwards, taken her face into his large hands, and kissed her hard. "I miss you." She trembled. "I'm going to miss you. So much."

"I'm gonna miss you too sweetheart. Gonna miss how riled up you get, gonna miss how when you blush, it starts right here," he placed his hand in the center of her chest, "gonna miss how loudly you roll your eyes. I'm really gonna miss your legs." She shifted closer to him, bringing her hand to his waist. She leaned up to kiss his jawline, keeping her eyes on him. "This really ain't a good idea." He muttered.

“I feel like I should say something about not always getting what you want, but getting what you need?” She muttered against his collarbone. He raised his foot behind him to kick the door shut.

“What if they’re the same thing?” She pulled away from him slightly. “If I’m leaving, I want you to know that I want you and that I need you.” Her eyes filled with unshed tears and she pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I wasn’t going to let myself do this. What if it hurts too much when you go?”

“If it was always going to hurt, then doesn’t this make it worth it?” She closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder and he swayed her slightly in his arms. After a moment, she looked up.

“Well then I want you too. And I need you more than you could possibly imagine. The trouble is I only have you for a few hours” He smiled sadly,

“I know. Do you want me to leave? I don’t want to make this goodbye any worse.” She shook her head firmly.

“No, I don’t care if it makes it worse. I don’t care, I just need you.” The tears threatened to spill down her cheeks but he kissed them away,

“I got you, baby. I got you. Let me love you.” He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her nose until he captured her mouth. He spun her on the spot and backed her into the door, the wood was cool on the silk of her nightwear and made her shiver, she pulled him closer seeking his warmth, and the weight of his body against hers. His hands and kisses were everywhere, Rebecca felt overwhelmed with trying to concentrate on one sensation at a time, trying to commit each one to memory. The roughness of his hands at her waist, on her thigh, the hot kisses against her throat and travelling down between her breasts. He caught a nipple between his teeth through her cami and her whole body arched towards him.

“Please, Ted-” she moaned. He lifted her top over her head to allow for better access and fell to his knees in front of her. She tangled her hands through his hair, pulling it gently and making him moan against her soft belly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He smirked.

“Haven’t, ooof,” she gasped as his hands moved to grab her ass and pull her towards him, “haven’t done anything. Yet.”

“Yet. May I?” He asked, hooking her waistband under his fingers. She nodded, a little bashful, and a blush bloomed from the center of her chest - just as he said it did. He took his time, following the silk material down her legs with kisses and little bites. He found the spot just behind her knee that made her giggle. “Way to ruin a moment there, Welton.”

“It’s not my fault there’s a very fine line between you tickling me and you… oh holy shit, Ted, you doing that.” He’d taken one of her legs and placed it carefully over his shoulder, exposing her to him fully, and placed a kiss at her core.

“Haven’t done anything yet.” He threw her teasing words back at her, earning him a glare.

“I can still tell you to go home.”

“Really?” He stopped completely, sitting back on his heels. She had been joking, but his commitment to checking in had her legs turning to jelly.

“No. Stay all night, I dare you.” She smiled down at him, brushing his hair off his forehead and cupping his cheek. He leaned into her and kissed her palm.

“Anything for you, Becca.” She pulled him to standing.

“Don’t say that,” she said, shaking her head, “The one thing I want is the thing I can’t have.” The comment lingered between them. Everything she wanted would be gone by morning. “But let’s not think about that now. Take me to bed so you can finish what you started.” He rested his forehead against hers before kissing her softly and leading her upstairs.

Rebecca sat on the bed and pulled Ted closer by his belt buckle.

“You’re frustratingly overdressed, Ted.” She muttered, working to undo the catch. She pushed his Richmond sweater up, a hint for him to take it off, which he took.

“I was busy with you. I’d like to be busy with you again.”

“Patience. I’m trying to tattoo this into my brain so I can remember you like this forever.” He reached down to kiss her,

“You’ll see me again sweetheart.”

“Not like this. Not for the first time.” She pushed his khakis down his legs, heat coiling in her belly at the sight of him.

“Now can I finish what I started?” He kissed her and laid her back on the bed before kissing his way down her body, getting to his knees in front of her once again. "Have I told you how beautiful you are yet?"

"Hmm. Not yet." She giggled.

"Well y'are. So beautiful, so perfect." He placed kisses and nips across her thighs, getting closer to where she most needed him, placing a strong hand on her hip to hold her still. She writhed under his kisses, getting more and more impatient.

"Ted, please, please just touch me, you're killing me." Finally, finally, he flicks her clit with the tip of his tongue, her hands fly to tangle in his hair and fuck his mouth feels so good. She was so wet and ready for him, he quickly settled into a rhythm with his tongue before sliding a couple of fingers into her and curling them. He kept pace, knowing exactly where and how she needed him. He could feel her unraveling beneath him, shaking, with his name on her lips like a prayer. As soon as she regained the feeling in her trembling hands, she pulled him up her body and into a deep kiss. "My god, Ted," she sighed, "I really am going to have to insist that you stay now." He laughed, pressing kisses into her neck while she still tried to catch her breath. She feels him, hard and hot against her thigh and it's not long before his kisses move down to her breasts with a gentle bite to one nipple while he brushes the pad of his thumb roughly over the other. She arches her back, trying to get a much contact with his body as possible. Her hand trails down between, gripping him, before slowly stroking him. He stuttered against her skin with a low moan and moved between her legs to fully cover her body. He pulled back to look her in the eye, 

"You sure about this? We can still-"

"I'm sure, Ted. I need to feel you inside me, I need to love you." He kissed her firmly as he pushed into her, covering her obscene moans with his mouth, "Yesss" She hissed, bringing her legs up to lock around his hips, bringing him deeper.

"Fuck, Rebecca, you feel so good." He rocked into her slowly, languidly, the closeness pulling her apart once again. He considered speeding up, fucking her into the mattress, but she spoke directly into his ear, biting his earlobe first, "Stay with me, Ted, I need you right here."

"I got you baby, I'm always yours." Her body trembled in his arms as she called out his hand over, and over. His release came only seconds later, he went to move but she placed a hand between his shoulder blades.

"Don't move yet." She whispered. 

"I'll hurt you." He said with a sad smile, she shook her head.

"You could never." He rolled just enough so that she could breathe easier, but held her in his arms. "I'm always yours." She repeated back to him. They cleaned up together in the shower and climbed into bed. 

"You sure you want me to stay over?"

"I dared you, didn't I? If this night is all I get, then I want all of it." She ran her fingers through his hair as he told her his plans for when he got back to Kansas. She noted how he never called it 'home'. Eventually, they fell asleep, limbs tangled together. 

Rebecca woke at some ungodly hour with Ted's hands everywhere. She wasn't sure if he'd try to sneak out, a gallant attempt to make things easier for them both, but two orgasms before breakfast made her very pleased that he'd stayed. They ate croissants together, stealing shy glances at one another, before Ted looked up at the kitchen clock and sighed.

"Back to reality?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Regrets?" 

"Non, je ne regrette rien." 

"Now you're just being cruel." Ted laughed. "Those legs? That smile? Seeing you come apart over and over? And then you speak French to me?" He shook his head. "Cruel."

"I've got to leave you with something, Ted." She giggled. "Time to go. Good luck for the match." He kissed her one final time, briefly, chastely.

They won. Not quite the whole fucking thing, thanks to Man City, but close. They spent a magical night with the team at Ola's. The live band karaoke was wild and despite Ted’s impending departure, everyone was in good spirits. Rebecca left him alone to take some time with each of the team. She'd had her goodbye. She snuck off into the night, leaving the celebrations and her broken heart behind.

She watched five planes depart after Ted's the following morning. She hadn't been able to resist one final declaration, though she had managed to not kiss him. She held off until she knew he wasn't getting off the plane, sitting with Beard and Jane until he'd given her a small nudge and said, "I think that's it, don't you?" She'd told them to go ahead, she'd see them later, and emerged into the bright sunshine of a new Monday morning. 

"It… it's you?" A familiar Dutch voice spoke up.

~~~~~~~

Read the sequel? HERE 💜

[i-ideate]

Song cover results!

Fellas, after a close poll, the results are in! Flowers and Washing machine heart tied, but the final winner is...

WE DONT BELIEVE WHATS ON TV BY TWENTYONE PILOTS!!!

thanks all 19 of yall for participatin in the votes!

Hope y'all have a lovely week!

adios folks!

one more thing- I might do a bonus (meme) song if I get a good response! bye bye <3

[mega2wheellife]

somewhere’s  in Belgium

can’t tell you

name of the town

just one of those

somewhere’s  in Belgium

we were rolling thru’

needed a stop & a beer

pulled in to a little bar

where at first

they were a little unsure

then we ordered pizzas

spread them around

kept on ordering beers

to new friends we’d found

& the lady bar keep told us

my daddy was a motorcycle racer

I’ll give him a call

fella rocks up in no time

shows us his collection of rides

starts up his 250 2 stroke

rode it twice around the pool table

raced up to city hall n back

in a cloud of smoke no time at all

ordered more drinks his round

said adios see you later

come closing time we settled up

& the lady barkeep kept our tab low

said make sure to come back

but I can’t tell you the name of the town

just somewhere’s in Belgium

I got friends y’know

neil benbow

[chimerinshine]

Okay like what i said i promise i make some about the Trios met the King's Leap since it was a very long story i'll just skip some parts

(Part 2)

Small But Terrible

So after the talk the trios went on their challenge which the first challengers of King's Leap.

Mugman: Huh! Thought castles hallways are huge.

Cuphead: I know right. This like almost the size of our door

Ms Chalice (as ghost): Well that because we are on the domain of Pawns.

Mugman: Pawns? You mean like this folks was some kind of Royale Chess?

Cuphead: Duhh~~ ofc this was royal chess folk's kingdom i mean isn't the shape of their place are pretty obvious?

Mugman: Well it's not my fault why this folks has some hundred feet tall figures

Ms. Chalice: Hey fellas!

[The two look at Ms.Chalice which also on some door]

Ms.Chalice: I think this is their place. *goes through the door*

Mugman and Cuphead: *tries to do what Ms.Chalice did* Ow!

Mugman: Watch it!

Ms.Chalice: *Peeks through the door* Ummm....ghost...stuff?

Cuphead and Mugman: *blink twice* Ohhh!! Right

Cuphead: We kind a forgot ahe! *about to turn the door handle* *figured out it has no door handle* Huh?! How we supposed to get in? This folks has no knobs. *hears a click from inside*

Ms.Chalice: *opens the door* Ofc they don't have they are medievals. So yes ya have to find a key but since sir King didn't gave us i just decided to open up inside and now gentlemens first *takes a bow*

Mugman: Thanks Ms.

Ms.Chalice: Ya welcome! *hovers with them*

Cuphead: And ofc. Electricity was torches and candles. *saw a candle and grab it* Hmmm..Hello?? Anybody here? *look around nobody was there* Guess they got late

[Above them in the darkness some evil grin appears. And the trios look around the place]

Cuphead: This place is a history.

Mugman: *grabs one of the scroll and try to read it* Hmmm. En garde? What's that supposed to be mean?

Ms.Chalice: *realizes* *gasp* Ambush

Mugman: Wha-

One of the Pawns:*Above* EN GARDDEEEE!!

The trios: *got jumped*

All of the pawns: *jumps on them* Arghhh!!

Ms.Chalice: Incoming!

The trios: *avoids them*

Pawn #1: Ola!

Pawn#2: And adios!

Pawn#3: Cause this will be the last one you gonna see us

Pawn#4: Yeah ya dirty thieves!

Cuphead: Wait thieves?

Pawn#5 Si! Ya wanna stole the Queen's gold

Cuphead: The Queen? Wait you have mistaken us-

Pawn#6: You explain enough. As for the prize we will rush on ya one by one

Pawn#7: Get ready to be pawned!

[sonic-wildfire]

sonic has been banned for being a fucking loser lol. This fucking guy searches their name up on reddit to start shit up. What a fucking loser lmao.

“Im doing this until i find something better to do” bitch youve been replying for 3 hours. “Once its not entertaining” more like you got nothing else to do lmao.

You know what i did in those three hours you spent sitting on your ass putting your neediness and insecurity on display for everyone to shit on? Ive had an insane pull day at the gym. I am fucking jacked bro. I will literally beat everyone here into a pulp. If any GAY MEN wants to see my physique, dm me. I also go to one of the best universities in the country. I am set for life. I already have multiple job offers from multiple companies.

Heh well thats all bros. Im going to do a 10k later in the day. And after that im going to have sex with all of your parents. Yes thats right. A THREESOME. You can watch if youd like. But trust me you dont want to. Adios fellas

Mehh mehh i have crippling anxiety mehhh. I WILL SNAP YOUR LEGS…. TRULY….

All I KNOW IS PAIN…

I also moderate for TEN hours a day with so much intensity that my forearms grow to the size of a gallon milk container.

Edit: yo back again. Im fucking jacking off bros. Im doing it right now in public bros. YEAAAAA!!! B

New updates Now this person is claiming to be high. And it being legal. WHATS THE POINT OF BEING HIGH IF IT IS LEGAL!??!!!! I BE FUCKING UP A SPEEDBALL IN THE STALL AT THE DMV!!!!!!! TRULY.

Uhhh in so high on WEAK ASS SHIT weed emhhh mehhhh im so highhh.

BITCH

The only people who tell other people they are high are CHILDREN.

THERE IS A CHILD IN MY SPACE COLONY

[beautiful-boy-bracket]

Hello, and thanks for tuning in for a ramble about me and my bad tastes and why you ABSOLUTELY should join me in a vote for them.

First up:

Johann Liebert From Monster.

He’s got the looks, he’s got the charm, he’s the perfect mix of absolute beautiful baby boy and handsome kinda terrifying dude.

Next up:

Gaku Yashiro from ERASED. Handsome teachers are the best, teachers with Trenchcoat obsessions are even better and sweet addicted ones own the crown. Ehem, anyways as soon as he came on screen I was like: OH NO. He’s handsome fella.

And the final one and my absolute favorite:

Bondrewd from Made in Abyss. His design is just WOW, AMAZING, STUNNING AND A BLESSING FOR MY EYES?! (Pun intended for the MiA watchers.) But yeah not only has he got the most calming voice ever, but also energy. Did I mention his design? And also, scientists rule so yeah.

VOTE THEM OR THEY WILL COME FOR YOU

And no I will not say what crimes they have committed that made me nervous about admitting I find them beautiful online xD

You can find that out yourself…but if you get the chance do tell me who you find the worst.

Adios amigos.

I shall go back into hiding now

its propaganda time

[simmingnate]

With one chance left, Tits presses her buzzer next…

Tits: Because you dropped out of school to become a comedian!

✨ DING DING DING ✨

Johnny: Yes, Tits! You got it! I left school to follow my dream… and my parents thought it was a nightmare! Congratulations! You're safe!

"I may not have got a date with Johnny, but for the first time in what seems like forever, your girl is safe from elimination! And I did it all in what I consider to be a very conservative outfit. The power of Tits cannot he defeated! Even by a non-plunging neckline!"

"Oh, well. I guess I've been lucky to remain out of the line of fire for so long - I just hope Johnny doesn't think I've flown under the radar too much. If he feels like he doesn't know me, he might not save me… but I feel I know him. And I really like him. A lot."

"Wow, this has been a rollercoaster night - ups and down, downs and ups, lefts and rights, backs and forths… I'm feeling dizzy! I have 3 wonderful dates, but sadly, I also have to pick one of you 3 brilliant women to send home…"

"… Meghan, Mía, Liz… I'll see you down on the Beach of Destiny later tonight, where I'll be saying goodbye to (what I'm contractually obliged to say is) AT LEAST one of you. Make sure you top up those bouffants with some extra hairspray - you're gonna need it!"

It's been an outta-sight night here on #JWAW! We've got another elimination looming, but let's end on a positive note - get a look at our groovy gals and far-out fella in their radical duds!

Tune in to Johnny Wants a Wife tomorrow for a nail-biting elimination!

Adios, lovers! 😘

[caseyjonesisinthehouse]

fellas i regret to inform yall i have officially gotten lost in the sauce. adios