#are oyu. are you kidding me

[acrosstobear]

slowed down & enhanced Lando checking himself out, personally i’m obsessed with the tiddy squeeze and the boxer adjustment 

#lando norris #f1 #formula 1 #mclaren #are oyu. are you kidding me #DO YOU SEE HIS ABS THO #AND HIM SQUEEZING HIS TIT IM JUST. IM YELLING #HE WANTS TO GET FUCKED SO BAD I KNOW IT

[m0e-ru]

dud ei love gas taion atendant . cries a million waves in the sea

#kommento #// 'on mar thirteen are oyu kidding me' the girls cna wait #// dude i miss mimi and then i saw them agaian then i started crying are you aware that is a phenomenon when you love something so much

[mothmanadjacent]

Hey hey, I just wanted to say - I see you getting a lot of flak in fandom, and heaven knows that HH fandom can be overwhelming, but you have SO MANY PEOPLE who support you and love your art! I followed you a few weeks back on twitter and haven't regretted it since, your art is so full of passion and intriguing ideas, and I love getting to see what you come up with. I know this is just one small message and we don't know each other, but I wanted to say you've got people rooting for oyu, and so excited to see all that you're putting out there!

Ahh this means so much to me 🥹 I know I get more positive feedback than not but the bad pushback I get can be pretty gut wrenching. I’ve been in fandom for a while so I know the drill and I’m used to it at this point but at the same time kids have gotten so much meaner and triggering with their attacks 🥲

There isn’t a lot of empathy in fandom anymore. A lot of people are more worried about the feelings of fictional characters than real people, but it’s just very nice to know that not everyone thinks that way. It’s honestly what’s keeping me in this fandom.

Even if we don’t know each other, I appreciate that you’re here and I appreciate your support 🩷🩷🩷

[one-green-frog]

Little Munchkin part 2

Bonten Haitani brothers x child! reader

Part 1

It had been about a year and a half since the Haitani Brothers picked you up from the street and gave you a meaningful life. It was like heaven on earth and there was never a time where you would cry yourself to sleep. The only time that happened was when you walked into your room for the first time, and they were happy tears, so this doesn't count. But do not fret you weren't the only one that cried during your stay. When you accidentally called Ran 'Dad', he was also shedding tears.

At school you felt like the biggest Badass on earth evertime they would pick you up from school, you could hear the whispering from your classmates, about how cool they looked and how rich they must be.

This obviously brought you fame and fake friends, but you easily saw who was just trying to be your friends because of your cool big brothers and who actually shared your interests in shiny rocks.

Normally when you got home, they would be out, doing some business and some nanny would take care of you, but today was different. They were at home waiting for your return and once you walked through the door, they were smiling at you. Today was a special day, you would be meeting the rest of their colleagues, and they would certainly brag about how cute their new little brother was.

The ride to the headquarters wasn't too long, in about 15 minutes you were standing in front of a not so eye catching building. It was strange how the ourside looked nothing like the inside, but your little child brain didn't think too much of it.

Now that you were in the elevator you were beginning to get anxious. What if they wouldn't like you? Your brothers told you to be very polite and to behave otherwise there would be consequences, so did that mean they were bad people? Of course they were, but oyu didn't know they actually killed people, so you only worried about not being able to impress them.You were tightening your grip on Rindou's hand and him being the good big brother he is noticed your nervousness.

"Hey bud, you don't have to worry about anything." he reassured you, which did calm you down a bit.

Finally after what seemed like hours you walked out of the elevator and the first thing you noticed was the loud voiced that yelled at someone. In that moment you regret ever agreeing to meet your brothers colleagues. But it's too late to turn back now.

When the three of you entered the lounge, the people there didn't seem to stop whatever they were fighting about. And luckily didn't notice you, after all you were hiding behind Rindou's legs.

Only after Ran loudly announced their arrival did they cease their fighting. It took a few seconds till they actually spotted you.

"Haitanis, who's this kid?"

A guy with pink hair asked.

"This, my friend, is our little brother, the one we talked about"

Silence engulfed the whole room and now everyone was staring at you. It obviously made you uncomfortable and you tried to hide behind Rindou's leg a little more, until you noticed him.

A guy with white hair and way to obvious eye bags.

Your mood immediately change when you spotted him, now walking towards him, your little hand in your pocket as you grab a special thing.

Ran and Rindou's soul left their body once they saw who you were walking towards, they were too late to stop you. If something were to happen they would beg for forgiveness, they couldn't stand the thought of losing you, but for now they could only watch.

As you stood in front of the most dangerous man in Japan, you pulled your hand out of your pocket and presented him...

A shiny rock

A piece of bismuth to be precise.

"Excuse me mister, you look a bit sad. This rock always makes me happy, b-because it's shiny and colorful and it's not round, oh and I like the colors. S-so I thought maybe it will also make you happy."

Mikey was shocked to see this little boy being so concerned about him. Normally he would kill anyone who would bother him, but this kid was... different. It sparked a flame in his stone cold heart.

He took the "rock" out of (name)'s hands and ruffled his hair.

Stupid kid, that's not a rock

"Thank you for your concern. It does make me happy"

Everyone in the room was shocked to see Mikey with the tiniest of a smile. Shocked and happy that the child was still alive. Not they watched as the kid waddled back to his brothers, with a smile the was radiating happiness.

The day went on, everyone introduced themselves and quickly warmed up to him. They all had a great time and all of them secretly agreed to destroy anything and anyone that would get in the kid's way.

In the end the Haitani family went home with a sleeping kid, the Bonten executives with the newfound titles as uncles and the leader of the group went home with the shiny "rock" the little sunshine gave him and a smile on his face. All of them couldn't wait to see the kid again

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revenger x male reader #tokyorev #tokyorev x reader #male reader #tokyo rev x you #x male reader #tokrev #haitani fluff #haitani x reader #rindou haitani #ran haitani #haitani brothers #haitani rindou x reader #haitani ran x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #Fluff #rindou tokyo revengers #bonten rindou #bonten x reader #bonten ran #ran tokyo revengers

[rockintapper]

i say stuff about rh characters part 2two

becuase. teehee

the fir1st one

rhds tiem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!readmore jumpscare

yuka: wair i already d

that frog doll from the tutorial: I give!

note: the jumperrrr

widget: oh its you. yknow your older brother /gn akai mono likes to piss people off sometimes /silly

conductor: jj rpcker questions why you dont move and im glad i can answer her with "he does in megamix"

chorus kids: hi elleon the screaming screamers. theyre ltierally so sikly. but Watch Out

robots (fillbots): the snall one reminds me of coxmo. yall know cozmo? the lil guy and he had cubs that he plays with. and you cn like. and he. cost 200 dolar. the snall rovoNow i feel nostalgic

pop singer (erina): shhehehjdubdmyedrjguexrguderjugdexkvguuggxrwguvvjgkzhdvjgwxd

monkey (fan club): boy stop staring at me your judgemental ass lyour fuckin We're the best fanclSHUT yo stupid ass up fuckin banana lookin headasss i suppose you should jump off a cli

paddler: scare the shit out of me /half sily

blastronaut and shoot-'em-up radio lady: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

inturders: l + ratio + get blasted

captain blue bird: when i heard this lil shit go "STRETCH OUT YOUR NECK" the firsttime i was like WA IT THAT REMINDS ME OF SOMETHIGNG,,, WHHWHAHAYTFAFYA

the blue birds: ok actually. the enitre minigame takes me all the way back to the we are number one rh remix imm so df. s SADDACGFHEVVHG /POS

moai kids: doo-womp womp

moai bird: wait i though you were called seagullx

love lizards: Wonderful cnaracters, HHHHHHORIBBLE minigame. that is all. unles you uh. i mean. listen. leans c,oser to you. what if you flicked for each shake.

stomp farI HHEHDHHHHHJBJFXHEHBSDXJHB. GRABS HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM IT WAS OOONNNEEE MOOOOOOLLLEEEEEEEE OOOOONENEEEEEE MOOOOOLLLLLEEEEEEE

oh god the vegetables again: ok!

moles: pats your head. i know. hes very mean to you guys. i mean. like. i misse dlike One of oyu and stomp farmer gave me A GOD FORSAKEN ok. i know its not his fault its the games. judgement system. but the way he

tj snapper: me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic

tj snapper's girlfriend: me and the goofy guy i pulled by being autistic

the dazzles: stop staring at me im trting my best,,

munchy monk: i call him munchy in my head. he smiles SOOO WIDE in the battle of the bands audience hes so goofy i lov

dj yellow: SCRATCHO

dj blue: i. the lips. the lips. what have the done to you. its gonna be okay. i sure as hell am not drawing you with those big ass lips. hily s

taiko rally squad: DON DOKODOKODON DOKODOKODON kinda unfair how in the try again and ok screens this guy Loses. but in the superb screen BOTH SIDES WIN. PARTICIPATION TROPHY-ASS SHIT

research scientists of love lab: bi4bi. and if youre willing, bi4bi4bi.

the three synchrettes: alley-oop!

dolphins: oh cool dolphins :)

ecto: omg hiiiii helloo litle guyyy i wuv youuu ^_^ kises your snall tiny forehead

booboo: FUCK you FUCK you FUCK you FU

spooky: honestly? i fw him

dog ninja: i wanna cook soup wjf youbyoure soawesome and cool and i lpve you hii doggyyy hi dogy. dohyynkkgunnbuyrctib

mister eagle: thanks for telling me to cut the fruits. i was gonna do that anyway but like. shoutout to you man. props

the frogettes: jj rocker really likes you huh. cant get enough young love rock and roll even

space kicker: hi radar AAGHHHH THE SPACE!!! KI IEKR AAHH ITS HIM INAHIUIBSSYSBIYFIBYDS /VPOS

stepswitcher: love these thangs. i have several of my own thangs. the one i (mc) adore most is the purple thang. his name is mo

JJ ROCLEKEKRKMJ &*;*;&;&$-$×<;^<^<^$ UBGDEBGSCXUGBUSDXGBBHG my eif ei lvoe her so so sp sososososoos muuch foreverrr aheehee giggle. kicks my feet twirls my hair. i think i hauve covid

STUDENT ROKCKONOUCRFUIBCFEJHBGCERBGUSXD MY CHILD HE HAS EVERY DISEASE

airboarder: yeeeeaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHH LETS GO

seals: wait. whatd you do with the dolphins. where are they. say somethign . Where are thr DOLPH

smiling coin: do i know you

thr cnaract3rs from tunnel the endless game: ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i gues. but like. do you really ned a cowbell to keep driving? i mean. just record yourself playing a cowbell and like play it on the radio. just do that. why am i holding a cowbell anc playing the cowbel for YOU. do it yourselfIs she even listening to. m

glass tappers: ths Glass Tappers J SWEWR EVERY TIME I READ THR WORD "TAPPERS"

the thing from rhythmove dungeon: youre. okay. i guess. i only played your endless game once. uh it 's fine. i mean.

clodhopper pickens: youre so full of glee,, id be happy too if my business card made music,,

slot monster: tjen scdrunkly. scdunkyl. scrunkly. sc

octo-pop: WAHAHHA THE. MSUIC SO FAST

beat machine: i barely messed around with this one. it's fine . wish the crowd wasnt so judgemental thogu

beatbag I dont know this one

kappa dj: ive seen you on davidmismol thumbnails and thats basically it lel

okaye wow owwowow owowowo WOWWOWWOW

#rhythm heaven #i did Nawt mean to psot this so early. well. uh. come get your slop /j

[heknowshisherbs]

alright, yes, i confess, i'm actually in love with dewey finn (NO!) yes indeed

pairing: musical!dewey finn x reader warnings: drinking (and getting sick after), cursing word count: 3,070 author's note: hey y'all! this was the first fic i posted on the og heknowshisherbs, so it only felt fitting that it's the first fic i post on the new blog. i'm getting back into the swing of things so please forgive me if the formatting on my first few posts is a little fucked. i hope you enjoy!

Y/N: bRIIANNAN briainanan RBIANNA gota teelll u sooemthing Dewey: ? Y/N: brianana in eeed you to ansnwer EM noW Dewey: …U do know ur texting Dewey right? Y/N: hOWEDYOKNOW THAT whaxts im mltkaing abouyt Dewey: Y/N I have no idea what ur saying Y/N: nreedsu oyu toknow that il ove dwey som mocuh. i wanna kissihis satupid faccw Dewey: Are you drunk? Y/N: onnlyly if oyuwo wants me roi 33343333333333…….;;.;.d.d' Dewey: I’m coming to get you.

    That string of texts was the reason Dewey Finn found himself in his car, on his way to a dive bar, at 03:47. Y/N had tried to get him to come that night with her and her friend, Stella, but he told her he was working on music which was half true. He did need to write some songs for the kids, but he mostly tried to avoid the bar because he didn’t want to be there when she inevitably went home with another random guy. As long as she was safe he was happy but it made him incredibly jealous and he didn’t feel like stewing at the bar all night, so he said he wouldn’t go. He hadn’t heard from Y/N at all up until he got those texts; he didn’t need to see her to know that this was probably the drunkest she’s ever been. She was always kind of a lightweight and even at her drunkest she was (for the most part) aware of her surroundings, but these texts made absolutely no sense. He was afraid someone would pick her up and just leave with her because she wouldn’t be able to defend herself or even say no.

    When he pulled up to the Roadhouse it was still pretty packed, which wasn’t all that shocking for a Friday night. He arrived at the nick of time— someone was leaving. He immediately took their spot which, luckily, was right next to the door. He ran inside and started searching for Y/N, praying she was still there.

    Calling out “Y/N!” elicited no response, but once Dewey finally found her it became clear that he got no response because she most likely didn't even know her own name. She was flopping around the bar, babbling nonsense to random people. Some humored her for a bit, while others ignored her; Dewey was just glad nobody had tried to take her home.

    He gently reached out for her hand, and she almost toppled over after attempting to turn around. Y/N collapsed into his arms and looked up at him with a crooked smile, “Plleased to meeetcha!” Even blackout drunk, he thought she looked radiant.

    “Come on, Y/N, we’re going home, okay?” He tries to lead her towards the door, but she messily snatched her hand away.

    “‘M nOT going home with a sTRANGER!”

    People started glancing over at him, and he began to panic; the last thing he needed was to get arrested while on his obligatory best friend wellness check, “Hey, hey, hey! It’s me okay, it’s Dewey.” Her face remained blank, she knew nothing but booze. “Dewdrop? Y/N, I promise I’m not kidnapping you, I’m just gonna put you to bed."

    The word ‘bed’ seemed to help Y/N register what was happening, and she threw her arms up in triumph. “M geTIN LAID!” she cheered, which earned her confused looks from anyone within a seven foot radius. Maybe she didn’t register what was happening after all. Either way, it was enough to make her go with him willingly.

    If anyone else had been working that night there is no way in hell Dewey would’ve been able to leave with her in that state, but their favorite bartender, Kara, was on and she knew that the pair were best buds. Dewey locked eyes with her to confirm that he was taking Y/N home. Kara just shook her head, shouted “good luck!” over the bar, and turned back to the customer she’d been talking to.

    Dewey helped Y/N throw an arm around him so they could walk to his car, but they only made it about twenty feet before it became painfully clear that she couldn’t make it that far. He scooped her up and walked outside; she, all the while, was babbling about something Dewey couldn’t decipher. Her speech was so slurred at this point he wasn’t even sure there were actual words coming out of her mouth.

    He gently laid her in the backseat and buckled her in as best he could. She’d started nodding off at this point, which was probably for the best. It worried him slightly because he wouldn’t be able to check if she was breathing for the whole ride home, but he laid her on her side and hoped that would be enough.

    It was only a short ride to his apartment and, in that time, all he could do was pray she didn’t vomit until they made it inside. He lived on the third floor and knew there was no way in hell Y/N was making it up the stairs, even with help, so he had no choice but to carry her again. It was difficult to maneuver the narrow hallway and, while she didn’t feel all that heavy to him, he’d definitely gotten his workout for the next month out of the way.

    He stumbled through the door, almost dropping Y/N in the process. He quickly got her upright, and before either of them had time to register what was happening, she’d vomited all over her dress and the floor.

    Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Dewey really wanted to keep her in her clothes; they were best friends and she’d seen him in his underwear loads of times but this was different. Dewey gently sat her down on the ground before running into his room to rummage through his drawers and find a pair of pajama pants and an old shirt.

    When he made it back to the kitchen, Y/N was passed out on the floor, and she’d thrown up again from the looks of it. He closed his eyes, let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and made his way over to her. Once he was sure she was still breathing, he tried to slip the dress off as gently as possible. It wasn’t too difficult to do, and once it was entirely off he was grateful she chose to wear that leather dress that always made his heart stop; as disgusting as it sounded, her vomit wasn’t able to seep through the fabric so her bra and panties remained clean. He felt much better about helping her change now, and it was only a matter of time before she donned Dewey’s slightly too big clothes.

    He cleaned the mess, ran over her face with a wet rag to get any remaining vomit off, and sat on the floor with her for a moment to gather his thoughts. She looked so peaceful. He ran a hand through her hair and smiled to himself. 

    Dewey had loved her for a while, and he’d always wanted to tell her how he felt, but things just weren’t that simple. What they had going was good, he couldn’t let his feelings get in the way. He’d resorted to pining from afar and supporting her romantic endeavors endlessly, no matter how much it hurt.

    “Nngh…” she mumbled a bit in her sleep, before her eyes slowly opened. “Don’t feel good. Doooooo not.”

    “Are you gonna be sick again?”

    “Mmmmm…. I dunno.”

    'I dunno' was not a good enough answer for Dewey to consciously let her sleep in his bed. Even with a bucket next to her, there was no guarantee her aim would be spot on, and he didn’t want to take the chance. Cleaning your best friend's vomit off tile flooring was one thing, but cleaning a vomit soaked carpet was another thing; even Dewey Finn has limits.

    He helped lead her to the bathroom and sat her next to the toilet, silently thanking whatever deity had given him the motivation to clean his bathroom that afternoon. Upon sitting down again, she immediately vomited, and all Dewey could do was sit behind her, hold her hair, and wish he could make her feel better.

    After about an hour she’d finally stopped being sick, and an hour after that it was almost 08:00 and he could feel drowsiness overtaking him. She’d been asleep on his chest for quite some time and he hated moving her because he knew he’d never get this opportunity again. He bunched up a clean towel and put it on the floor for her to use as a pillow before leaving the bathroom. In an ideal world, he would’ve stayed with her but his bathroom room was far too small for that.

    Then again, in an ideal world they’d be together.

    He laid in bed for about ten minutes before he decided he’d feel better if he was closer to her in case she needed anything. He took a pillow and blanket, and laid himself down on the floor right outside the bathroom door and let the sound of Y/N's soft snoring lull him to sleep.

…

    When Y/N woke up, her eyes were practically glued together with a layer of crust and makeup from the night before. Her head was pounding, and the first thing she did once her eyes were fully open is stick her head right back in the toilet and vomit. Once she's convinced there’s nothing more to puke up she disregarded any logic or sense of cleanliness and pressed her head against the cool toilet seat. It’s only then that the fog clears— just slightly, but enough for her to register where she is. She recognized the unusual, mismatched tiling on the floor to be Dewey’s, but had absolutely no idea how she ended up on the floor of his bathroom. He wasn’t even at the Roadhouse last night.

    She wracks her brain for what could have possibly happened the night before but her mind is entirely blank. She remembered leaving her apartment, taking two shots, and then the rest of the night is a blur. How did she get to Dewey’s place? Did Stella drop her off? She noticed her phone sitting on the counter and shakily reached for it, hoping it could give her some answers. It was 14:37, and the only notification she had was an unanswered text from Stella, who asked where the hell she went last night. Evidently, she hadn't dropped Y/N off at Dewey's place. She quickly responded with “i’m fine, lyk later. puking” before checking her conversation with Dewey. 

    She couldn’t decipher a single text message she sent him, and from the looks of it, he’d been in the same boat. All she was able to gather is that she trying to reach Brianna; it wasn’t until she reached the jumbled message reading "il ove dwey som mocuh” that she realized what she’d done. This brought on a whole new wave of nausea and she quickly found herself, again, retching into the toilet. 

    She decided then and there she needed to leave as soon as she could. She was still a bit drunk so driving was definitely out of the question (she didn’t even know where the hell her car was), but she didn’t live too far and assuming she could stand up she just might be able to walk back home without Dewey ever knowing. She’d leave him a note. Using the edge of the bathtub for support, she shakily stood up. It took a while, and the nausea came back and slapped her in the face as soon as she did, but she remained standing without vomiting for a few moments. Y/N decided it would be okay to try to leave. She made a break for it and opened the door as carefully as she could hoping that Dewey wouldn’t hear it when all of a sudden-

    “Ow!”

    Y/N froze. Looking down from the crack in the door, she could see the top of Dewey’s head— he had been right outside the door all night. If her situation hadn’t been such shit, she’d have found it endearing, but right now all she was worried about was their inevitable confrontation and the potential concussion she just gave him. She slammed the door shut.

    “Uh, I’m out of the way now if you wanna come out...” She wanted nothing more than to remain hidden in the bathroom but he knew she was awake, and there was nothing to do now but go out and face him. 

    Once the door was open, she finally got a good look at him. His hair is sticking out in more directions than she can count and the bags under his eyes are dark. Y/N can only imagine what he went through last night trying to get her here. He was wearing his favorite AC/DC shirt and sweats, which clued her into the fact that she wasn't wearing the dress you left home in last night. She fiddled with the fabric at the hem of the shirt before looking up at him “Dewey, did we-?” 

    She didn’t want to imply anything, but she had no other logical explanation for where her clothes could have gone. Her voice sounds gravelly and her throat feels like sandpaper but that’s something he’ll just have to get past. 

    Dewey's eyes widened in panic, and he ran a hand through his hair “No, no! God, no!” He nodded towards a plastic grocery bag tied up by the door, “You didn’t even know who I was when I picked you up, I would never… I was just gonna let you sleep it off in my bed but when we got here you threw up all over yourself. I-I didn’t see anything, I promise. I just couldn’t let you sit in your own puke all night… sorry.”

    “No, oh my God, Dewey, don’t apologize!” Y/N felt awful, she must have put him through hell last night. Sure, he was her best friend, but that went far beyond what she’d ever have expected him to do for her, “I’m so sorry you were stuck dealing with me last night, you can literally pick the movie for every movie night we have ever again. I’ll help you clean up once my headache dies down a little.”

    He smiled a little bit, “There’s nothing to clean up, it’s okay. You should eat.”

    “I’m not hungry.”

    “I know, but you should still eat,” he made his way towards the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice, “You can have some of this and I’ll make you toast. I’ll make you more food if you’re hungry later but for now we should see if you can even keep that down.”

    “Yeah,” she mumbled. “Thanks.”

    As he’s getting the glasses for their orange juice, she felt her panic start to rise. She knew they needed to talk about the text, but he hadn’t brought it up.

    The silence is deafening, and it all but consumes Y/N as she watches the orange juice fill the glass, and before she knows it, there’s toast in front of her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to even consider eating without vomiting until she got this over with. “ImsorryIdrunktextedyou.”

    “’s okay,” he mumbled between bites of toast, “You could barely function as a human being, I didn’t really take anything you said to heart. I’m not entirely convinced you knew who I was. ‘M just glad you’re okay.” Dewey smiles up at her, eyes twinkling, and her heart melts.

    “Dewey, I-”

    “Y/N, I’m not kidding. Don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re my best friend, I promise I didn’t take any of it seriously.” Dewey could all but hear his heart shatter, and he just prayed she couldn’t hear it too.

    She bit her lip. Jesus fuck, she just wanted him to understand without having to say it out loud. “I um… I know you don’t think I knew what I was saying and uh... for the most part I didn’t, but that text, um, t-the text was um. I feel like that when I’m sober too.” 

    Y/N struggled getting her words out, and although she knew Dewey was trying his hardest to keep his reaction hidden, his nostrils flared. He never notices he’s doing it but she always did— it's a nervous tick of his. Normally it’s really cute, but right now it just made her want to curl up in a ball and never face him again. "N-Nothing has to change, it’s just… I don’t know. Fuck!” 

    With a loud groan, her head was in her hands, blocking out the light (and Dewey), “I just. Don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

    No response.

    “D-Dewey? Are you gonna say something?”

    “I-” he faltered and she prepared herself for the worst. “How long have you felt this way?”

    “What?”

“Howlonghaveyoubeeninlovewithme?”

    “O-Oh, uh… a year. M-Maybe longer.” Y/N finally looked up at him and he was just staring at her, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. She scooted herself away from the counter and mumbles a quick “thanks for taking care of me last night” before making her second break for the door.

    She only got halfway through the kitchen before she was whipped around and found herself in Dewey’s arms. Shit. He was practically crushing her, and she genuinely couldn't tell if everything felt more intense because she was so hungover or if he was really using that much force. It was probably a bit of both.

    “I love you too,” he mumbled into her hair. 

    Wait. What? 

    “Fuck, Y/N, I’ve loved you for so long and I thought I didn’t stand a chance. And then I got that text and I just— Jesus, when I got to the Roadhouse and saw how trashed you were I didn’t think there was any way you could’ve known what you were saying but… you mean it?”

    She inhaled deeply, forehead still pressed into his chest, “Of course I do, you doofus. How could I not?”

    He squeezed her just a little bit tighter before placing the gentlest of kisses on the top of her head, “I’m really glad you got drunk last night.”

    She laughed quietly, a short huff of air out of her nose that warmed Dewey’s chest through his shirt, “Me too."

#school of rock #school of rock musical #dewey finn x reader #musical!dewey finn x reader

[dopamineband]

Did you follow me because oyu actually like my blog or to shamelessly self promote in hopes I'll look at *your* blog :/

(TL/DR at the end)

To be as transparent as possible, This is a band account, so literally everything we post on here Is promotion in some way shape or form, even just us saying “hi” would be promotion if that made 1 new person check us out you know? we all have our personal accounts on social medias to post on personally buuuut

Faking niceties to build an audience is something that no one in dopamine agrees with and from day 1 we have tried our best to make sure we were only following and connecting with people that also interested us, wither it’s someone in the band having shared interests to you or because we just like what you post because tbh who wants to scroll through a feed that’s boring 💀

We are new to tumblr but our instagram & twitter followers know this well and truly because honestly, we’re a bunch of big fandom emo band obsessed kids too, always have been always will be and I absolutely love interacting with everyone and building this community, a lot of the best people in my life started as dopamine listeners, I am and will always do my best to be a friend to our fans above and before just an artist for them to listen to.

So if we follow you it’s because I enjoy your content or have seen you in the likes of a post of something I also liked so I hit the follow in hopes of some more quality content making its way to my screen, the chance of anyone checking us out & liking us from that is honestly just a plus for me.

TL/DR: I followed you because I like bands and I wanna see more band stuff when I’m scrolling apps & if people just happen to want to listen to us as well then that’s an extra win.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

hi lune! can you tell me about ant pile rosekiller?

can i tell you about ant pile rosekiller?? IF I CSN TELL OYU SBOUT ANTPILE ROSEKILLER???!?!=W?E=QJQ *sits aprubtly down in chair and scoots uncomfortably close*

they're- everything to me. fucking evrything. they're two stinky little boys born in florida, raised by the sun (and Evans mom) and they skate and r the blueprint irresponsible teenage boys and they are so soppingly in love with each other it's disgusting, really.,,, barty is a possum that fell in a bucket because to say that this boy is a wet cat is an understatement. (boy's feral) he gets into fights with other kids no problem but when he hurts evan accidentalyl?? BArty cries. i just- fuck i love them so much. most of this is already written too but i'm struggling a bit with the scnene before the ending one so im just ._. atm

also this shit is riddled with dominic fike references 1 because ant pile is his song and 2 i'm simply obsessed with that man, that's also who evan is built upon in this one. for example in Dark dominic sings "Do you remember when Alex [his youger brother] had no front teeth" and this is something i've written for ant pile:

Playing with Barty is so fun– and they’re boys, they’re rough. Bleeding knees and elbows and noses. Ripped clothes, shredded skin, broken bones.  The first time Barty accidentally hurts Evan Barty cries. He knocks out Evan’s two front teeth and he has a lisp for a whole while but it’s okay because they’re only his baby teeth and they also threaten the other kids that are trying to make fun of him for it. Yet Barty still sobs as Evan gurgles with laughter around the blood and spit pooling in his mouth.  They have a sleep-over on the following weekend and Barty sniffles pathetically into a spare pillow as Evan tongues at his gap with a silly expression to make him stop crying.

#wow sorry for this ramble kjafhdf #but yeah listen to dominic fike's Ant Pile and Dark (live versions heavily recommended!!) #lune-y tunes #fic: ant pile #lune writes

[save-the-villainous-cat]

(about the drunk sugestive snipbit, directly after reading) the iornly of me being to drunk for this rn oomg,,,who keeps letting oyu get away with this you GOTTA be kidding me omg wtf how am i ment to function after this holy shit. 10/10 thank you very much

Okay, I feel like I have to confess something, since we are talking about general drunkenness...

There are two snippets on my blog which I wrote when I was drunk.

And in a club.

#listen I am not proud of this #no writing

[kahin]

so now that i effectively watched atsv and was left shell shocked. i just thought it was a movie thing like "tbc" ohh its a cutscene haha What the movies actually over. uhmm the plot was maybe lacking a bit but i get that its a two-part so no comment there. i should say i yelled when i saw jess drew because what do you mean there is a pregnant spider-woman on a MOTORBIKE doing cool tricks. i had to stop myself from going "oh yeah jess drew is so cool and awesome haha" like every two seconds. i hope i get to see more of malala windsor too tbh... {hijabi spiderman}. the spot was such a silly guy and i kind of understand that IS how you're meant to view him n it also sorta reminds me how in itsv no one took miles seriously as spiderman they all insisted that THEY were the ones who'd do the job and stay behind. n it sorta loops back a bit as well cz in itsv they kept goin "hes just a kid" and in atsv when peter keeps going "kid" he goes "stop calling me that" before escaping.

miguel. ohohohho what is up with him. i cant even get into this guys head i cant even say anything. hes chasing down a 15 year old and was abt to kill him in that fucking go home machine Bless margo 4 not doing anything wi that system reboot because. uhm. 💀

prowler aaron-42 had me sort of shaking because he was about ot kill miles-1610 like 3an jad "like no i dont want to be a good person" tekram 3aynak sidi o7 any other orders. 42-miles and 1610-miles switching circumstances is a cool little thing to note too. the spider that bit miles-1610 was from d-42 meaning that prowler miles in 42 was supposed to be spiderman. which kind of explains too why jeff is dead in 42 as opposed to . well. aaron. also rio in 42 has lighter eyes than 1610. the scene where our miles was like pouring his heart out to her and she doesnt even believe him left me like

[ID: a 3D emoji turning to look at the viewer with a haunted expression. It is in complete darkness and light illuminates part of the expression and the right hand. end ID.]

hobie was so real also the entire movie cz during the "kid listen" scene i talked abt earlier he started motioning with his palms. i also had to stop myself from going "YOOO ITS HOBIE HEY GUYS LOOK HAVE OYU SEEN THIS"

anyway i dont get why you guys hated jess drew or margo kess. jess did barely anything except maybe be a TAD BIT harsh on gwen but she didnt. even lay a hand on miles meanwhile miguel was about to kill him like genuinely kill him probably at multiple times. margo i dont get the hate against her too i think it . listen im going to come up with a theory.... it might be antiblack racism.

i also rlly liked pavitr but the chai tea thing sends shivers up my spine because i know if i check his tag that'll be all i see. the moment he went "chai TEA?" i just went "yeah he sealed his fate forever. im so sorry pavitr this movie's first indian spider-man and they're gonna treat you badly. the fact they gave him like 100 or so unique signatures makes so much sense his moveset is so rad bro

In conclusion. uhm. MISSION STATUS: SICKK

#fisher's trek!

[wings-of-flying]

BEE DO YOU HAVE NIKLAUS HEADCANONS (sorry if i'm bothering oyu lmao)

it's been ages since you asked this, but i am ready to provide:

he only started stirring up trouble cause he was bored. loves the drama, lives for it in fact

is actually a published author. he writes under a pen name, so as not to be recognised, and tells all sort of tales from the deals he's made

absolutely fucked finn at least once, i'm sorry he just did. it's just a fact

a huge romantic. why else would he design one of the stages to reaching the compass on desire island to require an act of love? bestie loves love and he's the biggest shipper. doesn't mind which ship, he just wants love to win

used to be a very awkward kid but grew into himself

isn't at all connected to the moon goddess, he just really likes moon imagery (same bestie same) (also this one is definitely not canon, but it'd be funny if it was)

has a different outfit for every occasion. my man is fashion driven, he's so so stylish and up with the trends

favourite colour is actually green, but red and purple suit him better

he can't sing. he just can't. he pretends he can, but he can't. he CAN put on a good show though

he also writes poetry which is objectively strange and not at all relatable but somehow good

doesn't use labels. you ask what gender he is, he'll respond 'powerful'. you ask who he's into, he'll respond 'wouldn't you like to know'

has reading glasses. because

man does yoga. look at him and tell me he doesn't do yoga

attracted to power and fabulousness. chip is an exception

#hope this will suffice #i have many thoughts about the man #albatross answers #my beloveds #jrwi niklaus #riptide headcanons

[diagonal-queen]

hi so- your reblog with the nice tags made me very happy so I have come with an offer .

he is yours now. I gave him a balloon (( No but thank you !! I hope this wasn't too odd lol I'm not that good at social stuff but yeah. seeing a fellow clown and sigma enthusiast is always nice hkjfkjhf . hope you like 'm !! ))

FQFEILJQGKNRGjbgef h keqhkkhjkhkkJJJJJJJJJJBEBEE QB!!!!!J!!!NN!XN!NNX!NXNNNN1JAENDKQEHFHEWAGKBWRAKWEHXKIJWECQJKBXEKJQhjvzvx3hjgkuxhrkuhkHHHHHQHHUE388R HWEHUAEHKJB RKHGUHUVSFYGUHHRKJFB4BRJBKJ2BRH23H

you. you i you you youy oyuy oyu you you youy ouy oyu you you you

okay its all out of my system now. i couldn't find any more reaction pics that adequately communicated the pure JOY i felt when i first saw this im pretty sure i traumatised my dog with the scream i scrumpt

clown sigmaamsm??????? wiht baloon. look at him. he is so. so. tiny and cute i could not i simply cannot stop staring just LOOK at him he is the cutest thing ive ever seen just a little guy frfr i love him so much like so much omg and YOU I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING HIM LOOK AT THE THING YOU MADE HE IS JSUT SO SMALL AND CUTE AND I LOVE HIM if you dont mind i would like to boop his nose and feed him cookies and. cherish him forever

i've decided we're friends now you have NO CHOICE (im kidding you do have a choice but please pls cmon pls be friends with me pls cmon im just a little fella pleeeeeeeease)

#dia's discourse #thoughts: jesterph0bic #clown sigma #clown sigma clown sigma clown sigma #he is the most beautiful thing i ever seen #also dw king #(may i call you king) #this wasnt odd at all #i'm MUCH worse at the social than you are dw #also #i love you

[reigenonline]

you and your pet germ go take a drive into the lake

ummmh well ritsu arnt oyu a bit youg to have a bloag . . . and . snf. um . y. sniffle. y. you . youre justsat kid youre . youcoanyt nmake me upset im . im not mad youre mad,. im n. , fimng. ahgsnrgh

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Okay, while this won’t be the best, or most well written, I can’t spend too long on this. I don’t know how long it will be until the creature realizes I’m awake and ends me, so I’ll be quick and straightforward.

I had just gotten my new game for my stream, I don’t remember what it was called, tiny adventures or something, i don’t know. I had gotten it at a discount, being the last one on the shelf or whatever, so I was fairly sxcited to play it. Hat really got me excited was the old fashioned vibe i got from it.

So. I put it in my computer, and loaded up my stream. It’s karl jacobs on twitch if anyone wants to look at it, kidding this is supposed to be serious.

But i started the stream wne thtrough the normal routine, whatever. I booted up the game to see it as a happy little adventure/rpg. With oyu as a shrunken person.

So i played. My viewers were more suspicious about it, worrying about why myh hand was suddenly too small to hold the mouse.

I continued playing although the mood of the game shifted when i noticed a clocked, cloaked sorry, figure following me around. Hte respawn messages became nicer and nicer, telling me that i can do it or that i could keep going. That got my viewers. Attention, but noit mine. I wa happy because it was so nice and gave me the courage to continue.

Until i got to the boss battle.

I suddenly couldn’t even reach my desk so it was too easy to die. Chat was paniced, so was i. Until it got worse. There was a new face on my screen who looked strangely human and sweet. I panicked as I saw this person pull themself out of my computer and reach down to grab me.

I was held up on stream to danglr over theur mouth as they spoke two words.

Your mine.

And i was dropped in their mouth and swallowed.

I ave been here for hours now, tryingt o find a way to escape as this creature began talking to my friends. I think my friend has tried to talk to the creature, and maybe even called the cops, but nothing’s worked so far. Ive beren keeping contact with my friends for a bit through tezt so they know im alive but i don’t know how lobg i will be.

Plese send hekp soon im starting to worry

-Karl

are you in danger? creature?? is this like a game ????

yoo a streamer in my inbox? :0000 honored :DD

tiny adventures lol that sounds like that old au i gave squishy,,, and ???? i've never heard of this game,,,, i NEED more g/t games cause god all of my g/t content comes from a few movies & tumblr efjgjdsf (anyone who sees this give me game ideas. preferably free like on itch.io or smth? are all the games on there free??)

aha yeah very likely mr jacobs BJJDDVJD shoes off on my blog pls

H i want a game like that oh my godddddd

ohhh it was? honey the computer shrunk me DSFJFDV

ohhh weird i love games like that! does he have a significance to the story later on i wonder?

boss battle okay cg for getting that far! was it against the cloaked figure? that'd be quite the betrayal

is this like a dream you had ??? it's interesting asf!

a vore dream oh my goddd i want a vore dream :0

a vore lucid dream, even better!

cool for sharing this w me, thank you! :DD

#brickquiries #karl brickling #unreality

[oonajaeadira]

You thought I was joking, didn't you?!

So you're a sweet 🐰, gentle, gracious and kind.

But I'll tell you what, if I came on to tumblr now and oyu had been here for 2 years busy doing your thing, I'd be super intimidated like 🐯intimidated.

Because you're so very talented, wickedly funny and clever, creating a cool creative type kid vibe! Like, sometimes I can't believe I just went into your DM and pterodactyl screamed at you about LMR!

So I'm going to put you in the 🦊 category (foxy lady!)

HWAAAAAAAAT

I love that you came to yell at me and I love that we're friends and I'm really just a big ding dong and

.

vibe check

#my kindred is the best of all possible kindreds

[wolfyonweed]

THIS IS AMERICA WHERE I GET TO HABE THE FRUIT OF MY OWN HARMS. SAID IKE A NORTH AMERICAN. FUCK UYEAH. FUCK YEAH. FUCK YEAH. MY GIRIFRLEIND IS A BOY THATS HOW AMERICAN I AM AND I MEAN THAT IN A HAYSTACKING WAY. YOU KNOW HOW RASPY MY VOIC E IS GETTING CUZ YOU BETTER BE HEARING ME LIKE A COWBOY SAYING "RAGGY ADDY ANN SCOOBY DOO!!!!" IF YOU DNT UNDERSTAND ME ILL BE PISSED. I WANT THAT PISSED IN SUPER CAPS NOT JUST NIRMAL CAPS YOI HEAR ME SEARGENT !!!!! I am a surgeon. THAT WAS LOW BEARING FRUIT SUGRGEAT N DROP AND GIVE ME 20!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU SICK YOU SICK FUCKING BASTARD YOU FUCKINED MY KIDS ULP. i love my boyfrennd and oyu bye!!! wolfy lets have sex