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v-ico · 1 year
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do u guys like my new profile layout thingy 🤔💞
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loudcyclop · 4 months
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Upturned (Video Game), Lethal Company (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Original Character/Other(s) Characters: Original Characters, Ikabod Kee (The Upturned), Mr.Sob (The Upturned), Shrimp (The Upturned), Fat Pajama Man (The Upturned) Additional Tags: Crossover, Not Canon Compliant, will add more as I post Summary:
Four Company employees find themselves stuck on a very strange moon, in a very strange hotel, with a very strange owner, where they have to find very strange scrap. A story of monsters, death, love and divorce.
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morbidhistory · 1 year
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7fortune-kitty7 · 1 year
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Hey Hey Hey ✰ Translyrics
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Some parts were a bit tricky to do.
Feel free to use and edit (just credit me if you do)
✰ ____________________________ ✰
Hey Hey Hey, I'm speaking right @ you
This is a one way mention meant for you
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Our chit chats will die till the sun rise
Though it it feels like I'm chatting just to me
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Somedays I crave chocolate, can you relate?
Girls without makeup are super great
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he's a bit of a pain, but pretty sweet?
Hey Hey Hey, pay attention to me
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"You don't look at me"
"I can see"
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"Care to start caring?"
"That's so daring"
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"That's not funny"
"I disagree"
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"You're pretty empty"
"I'm pretty happy"
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Pay attention, pay attention, pay attention
I know you're not!
I wonder if my love is in it’s rot
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Hey Hey Hey, I'm speaking right @ you
This is a one way mention meant for you
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Our chit chats will die till the sun rise
Though it it feels like I'm chatting just to me
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Hey Hey Hey. At the end of the day
we're nothing but weak, meek, phone freaks
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This whole wide world feels so lovely
But I always feel so lonely
Tell me how you feel right now please
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It's so hard to type up passwords, don't you agree?
GPS tracking apps always come in handy
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The Moon tonight is so pretty
Hey Hey Hey, pay attention to me
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"You don't get it"
"I get it"
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"You're not smart"
"Ah, that part"
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"That's not funny"
"I disagree"
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"Too sad to say?"
"Yay yay!"
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All mendacity, all mendacity all I say is all mendacity
Just so you can pay attention to me
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Hey Hey Hey, delete that heart mark
I just want to keep my awkwardness in the dark
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I disguise my heat every time we meet
Though I don't understand when you speak
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Hey Hey Hey.  A little star minor to the sky
Dreams dizzily throughout the night
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The love in my heart lost so deep
As if it doesn't belong to me
So close, but now out of reach
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Are you saying I'm an attention seeker?
Are you saying I'm self centered?
Immature, failure, weak and meek
Bubbling till I'm lonely lonely
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Passing each other was our Hey Hey Hey
There's a line between
a line between
caring and security
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Hey Hey Hey, I'm speaking right @ you
This is a one way statement just for you
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Our chit chats will die till the sun rise
Though it it feels like I'm chatting just to me
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Hey Hey Hey. At the end of the day
we're nothing but weak, meek, phone freaks
This whole wide world feels so lovely
But I always feel so lonely
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Tell me how you feel right now please
Do you love us both equally?
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Are you unable to choose her or me?
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Original Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8yweCungCE
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@skullkxd Replied:
YOURE A BABY HOW TF DID U GET ONE BEFORE ME
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"Firstly, Shut the Fuck up I am not a Baby."
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"Secondly, I did it myself. Don't tell me you don't know how to do Stick and Pokes."
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Well, Hello👋 Tumblr, Nice too meet ya!!🙂 I'm obviously New, Here..🙃 & have NEVER EVER had an Account on Here or AnyThing of The sort, prior too THIS! Crazily , I actually Ended up. coming across The Tumblr App on The App Store that I've got on My current 📱 & it seemed fairly interesting & pretty Cool, or WhatEver.. 😜. sooo, yepp, Here I am, just checking This out & seeing where Exactly it goes from Here, Lol.. so with all of that being said; Deuces for Now! ✌️🆗
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mermaidinthecity · 1 year
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I ain't got no strings, no strings, no strings, no strings. I'm no one's little puppet. Got my own cha-ching, in my chubby little wallet. And secretly you love it. You fucking love it. And secretly you love it. Hey, hey, hey, hey. You think that I'm a little baby. You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé. You think that I am cracking, but you can't break me. No o o o oh, hey, hey, hey. You think that I'm a little baby. You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé. You think that I am cracking, but you can't break me. No o o o oh, no way. No. No o o o oh, no way. No way. No o o o oh, no way, uh uh. Oh, you think that I am cracking, but you can't break me, uh uh. Br br break me.
Hey Hey Hey by Katy Perry
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queenisobelle · 2 years
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The very flashy and moody ace of Fukoradani Team in Haikyuu 🥁drum roll🥁 Bokuto Kotaro!~ 🤣 . . . One time their team was playing in the nationals and his mood went grim when he didn't like the court that they were playing since it had less crowd than the main court HAHAHAHAHA 🤦🏻‍♀️ But as the team's ace and team captain, he always gets back to his A-game with the help of the entire team (mostly Akaashi tho but since the team is already used to his mood swings, they always find a way to step up in the emotional absence of Bokuto on the court). Bokuto is friendly yet childish but as what Akaashi said, Bokuto is the type of athlete whom you'd want to give your all.. because he always gives his all (except on his mood swings 🤣). . . . . . #haikyu #haikyuu #volleyball #wingspiker #oa #anime #heyheyhey #hey #fanart #chibiart #chibi #bokuto #bokutokotaro #fukoradani #synfig #ace #thewayofanace #ibispaint #ibispaintx #manga #haikyuufanart #teamcaptain #fistup #cheerful #artoftheday #digitalart #animation #loop #loopinganimation #giphysticker https://www.instagram.com/p/CgeQfHyJsYL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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rancidraptor · 2 years
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i feel like things would be much better if we stopped treating famous people like they were famous and instead just treated them like they were people.
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snezario · 2 months
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Sub-Optimal; Ala/stor & Vo/x
based from an idea that @sneezingfetishftw posted. I kind of want to expand on that beginning part with a prequel ficlet of Alastor being sick but idk if I'll actually get around to it... I think this is the longest one-shot I've ever written... somehow this turned out to be 1.7k words?
Alastor leans against the headboard of his bed and takes a sip from his mug, grimacing as the hot liquid travels down his throat. Coffee was probably not the best choice right now. The warmth of it was nice against his sore throat. Of course that wasn’t the only unfortunate telltale symptom of illness he had awoken with a couple days ago.
He had been pretty good at hiding the whole illness thing under wraps for the first half of the day, that is until he had to sneeze. Usually he was good at stifling them into oblivion, but this particular cold seemed hellbent on disrupting his ability to control his faculties. The first unstifled sneeze caused all the lights in the hotel to flicker, which wouldn’t have caught much of anyone else’s attention. It was the second, third, and fourth ones that well, almost destroyed it.
It was after that whole fiasco that he was banished to quarantine in his room because according to Vaggie Who the fuck knows what other chaos his sickness will wreak havoc on the hotel? Normally he’d be holed up in his radio tower, but his quarters within the hotel are not half bad. Hence, him still being in bed to begin with. A sharp prickle in his nose reminds him how miserable being sick makes one feel.
hih'ZZSSHHhue!
He tries to keep it contained, lest he face Vaggie’s wrath. Not that she’s much of a threat to him really. As Alastor recovers, he’s interrupted by a loud BANG! His bedroom door swings open to reveal Vox standing dead center in the door frame. Alastor rolls his eyes at the other Overlord.
“Do you mind?”
Vox ignores Alastor’s question and breezes past the threshold, plopping himself on a red armchair by the fireplace. 
“I was just passing through the area and a little birdy told me you were feeling a bit… under the weather.” He scrolls on his phone as he speaks, although the wide grin on his screen makes it obvious how much he’s relishing this moment. Alastor narrows his eyes, an unlikely story— Vox would never pass up the chance to taunt him, especially in a case like this.
“Well, I’m not quite on my deathbed as you can see. I didn’t realize that you missed little old me so much that you just had to come by and visit. It is flattering that you stopped by, in any case.”
Despite how awful he’s feeling, Alastor flashes Vox a cheeky grin, knowing full well just how to push the other demon’s buttons. The entertainment value of seeing Vox absolutely lose his cool is almost limitless. Although the pesky tickle is urgently becoming more than a mere annoyance. Alastor would much rather listen to Pentious’s Egg Bois spew nonsense to him for hours on end than be seen like this. Vulnerable and weak, in front of Vox no less. But it’s not something he can avoid at the moment.
Vox wasn’t someone who shied away from physical contact. He never denied himself the opportunity to encroach on someone’s personal space when he saw fit, it was mostly a tactic he employed to assert dominance or to emphasize a point. Or in this case, threaten his rival. Leaping off the chair, he’s in the radio demon’s face in a heartbeat, clenching the collar of Alastor’s pajamas in his hand.
“You arrogant prick, you think that I give a flying FUCK where you’ve been—”
Vox pauses when Alastor inhales sharply, no doubt to make a scathing retort. The radio demon raises a fist to his face and angles himself away from the other Overlord.
hhzh—hhh’ZTCHhiew! hih! ihĨ̴̢̛̘̠̪͍̠̣̪̪͗͒̓̃̎̀̓̕͜Z̵̪̝̱̪̘̺̣̗̘̍Z̷̡̜͔̱͖͉̰̭̽̽̎̆̿̉͝͝T̴̨̧̼̫̜̤͈̖̬͈̈́̄̒̓̾̀̎͠͝S̷̨̱̭͚̬̻̬͐̑̐̏͆͝ͅḨ̵̣͍͈͙͈̝̜͑̓͋̉͊͛̀̑̚H̵̤̯͔̱̓̎̈͘̚̕uu!
The space around them crackles with Eldritch energy, tendrils of which encompass the room. Vox’s screen glitches and completely shuts off.
“What the actual fuck?” The lights flicker back on and Vox’s screen illuminates again. He gives in to a full body shudder (not of his own accord though) as the static shock between them fizzles out. He jumps back from Alastor, his eye spiraling intensely. Alastor sniffles into a plain cloth handkerchief.
“Oh dear, pardon me. I’m not quite in control of my faculties at the moment.”
“I hope you fucking choke on your own mucus,” Vox snarls at him before storming out of Alastor’s room.
It’s humiliating but because the hotel has Alastor as its facilities manager, there is very little modern technology at Vox’s disposal. Meaning, he has to walk… out the front door like a common sinner. The hotel is located quite a bit away from the main hubbub of Pentagram City, which is both a blessing and a curse, depending on who you talk to. Vox makes his way to the edge of the city, a chaotic and desolate area and at the first sight of a screen (an old television set sitting in the window of a dilapidated pawn shop), he transforms into electricity and travels back to the Vees’ penthouse.
What kind of weird voodoo magic did the smiling freak do to me? Vox sits alone in his penthouse suite, glaring at nothing in particular as his eye dilates as he fumes about the outcome of his interaction with Alastor. One day, that pompous bastard would find something more than coffee in that stupid mug of his.
He idly rubs a hand down his screen as a fleeting fuzzy sensation runs through the circuitry in his head, almost like an itch he can’t quite reach. He proceeds to take a long sip from his mug, the coffee in it is only lukewarm but it’s the caffeine boost he wants anyways. Vox is feeling more drained from engaging with Alastor than he thought. It’s not entirely out of the question, but it does surprise him a little. Nothing a little caffeine wouldn’t fix. He downs the rest of the drink and settles into the sofa, turning the plasma screen television screen across from him on with a simple thought. The ambient sound immediately soothes him and the incident with Alastor floats into his memory archives to be forgotten.
An hour passes and Vox is sleepily scrolling on his phone. He could nod off right there. That is until a buzzing in his head catches his attention. It almost feels like tiny feathers caressing his internal wiring, not so much caressing as tickling. Similar to before, he can’t seem to reach it and quell the sensation. But unlike before, it’s not just a momentary annoyance. His deliberation is interrupted when his breath hitches once, then twice before he pitches forward.
“ih…ih'DZZSHHH!”
He blinks in confusion. That’s it? He just had to fucking sneeze? Again, he finds his thoughts disrupted by a familiar sensation. Vox tries to rub the tickle away but given his… specifications he realizes he doesn’t even have a nose to—eh'TZZSSHIEW! hih’IZZSHuhh!
What the fuck is happening? He sniffles. Ugh, gross. 
Between the sneezing, the developing tension headache, and the exhaustion it feels like—Vox’s screen lights up as it dawns on him. He fucking has Alastor’s cold. That motherfucker. His blood pressure skyrockets and sparks shoot off his frame, threatening to short out the electronics in the room (of which there are many). Before he knows it, he’s already electro-teleporting across the pentagram to confront the radio demon.
“ALASTOR, you pretentious manipulative fucking son-of-a—”
Although Alastor can’t determine the actual content of Vox’s plethora of insults and cursing, they do steadily increase volume as he approaches Alastor’s room.
“Hmm?” Alastor turns his head as Vox barges into his room for the second time that day. He is sitting in one of the red armchairs by the fireplace, with a book in his grasp. He wears his deceptively inviting smile as always, although it is slightly dulled down by his current illness. Vox breathing is heavy and ragged, his rage undeterred by Alastor’s placid expression actually seems to intensify as he stands face-to-face from his rival.
“YOU… you did this to me!” He jabs a finger in the radio demon’s face, mere centimeters away from stabbing him in the eye. Alastor calmly pushes Vox’s hand down.
“Careful now, unless you want to cause another city-wide blackout.” Alastor teasingly reminds him of their previous on-air encounter.
“Whatever stunt you phhhulled this m-morhhn—” Vox’s voice falters, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He sharply turns away as he succumbs to the persistent itch.
“hh—hHEHh’IZZSH! Fuh—hih…h’KSHHHIiiue! ih’Z̷͖̥̩͕͒́ͅZ̷̩̲̯̠̺̘̟̆̕T̴̛͔͆̒͌̄̚͘Ć̷̘̒̌͐͝͠H̶̥̦͖̰͙͙͙̩̠̋͛ͅH̶͍͕̪̙̦͎́́̋͝uu! ”
The lights pulsate with each sneeze from the television demon. Vox groans, leaning against the wall. That last one hurt like a bitch. 
“Oho! I see the problem. Apologies, old pal. Snf! I thought someone so advanced as yourself would be immune to such trivialities.” Despite his flippant tone, Alastor is genuinely surprised. He wasn’t actually certain the static shock would have affected Vox when he did it. He is, however, quite entertained by the development.
Before Vox can respond, Vaggie throws the bedroom door open.
“Alastor, what the fuck are you even doing? I thought we told you to—” The ex-exorcist jabs her spear in his direction and is about to go off on him when she notices Vox is slumped against the wall. Spinning her spear, she redirects the point towards him. “What’s he doing here?”
“Oh him? He’s no threat, at least not in his current condition,” Alastor makes a dismissive motion with his hand, a mischievous smile on his lips. Vaggie scowls at him, her hands crossed over her chest. Her gaze flits between Alastor and Vox.
“What did you do—Actually, wait I don’t want to know. Just… stop fucking with the lights.” She swiftly turns around and shuts the door behind her. Still smiling, Alastor turns his attention towards Vox, who’s looking quite pathetic. Well, more so than usual.
“You hear that, my dear Vox? Get a hold of yourself. Now if you’ll exhhcuse me I hh-have— (dang it, now it’s his turn) hh’iZTSHHuu! eh’D̴͚̼̊̂̒Z̵̳̥̈́̀̐͊̃̊̄͘̚Z̵̻͓̖̪̤͊͒̄̓͗́̂͑͜͝͝S̵̼̖͌̔̚HHHiew!” Unfortunate timing, but can’t be helped, Alastor thinks. He scrubs a finger under his nose and proceeds to pore over his book.
Vox narrows his eyes, adjusts his bowtie, and stands up. Vox glares daggers at Alastor, who appears to be ignoring him now. As he heads to the door, he feels an unfortunately familiar prickle at the back of his screen. NO! Not aga— heh’DZZSHHuh! Fuck. He catches Alastor smirking in his periphery.
“Gesundheit!” The radio demon calls out after Vox’s retreating figure.
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cupiidzbow · 2 months
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ok this maybe is the monster enjoyer in me saying this actually but funky’s rival in bar.rel blast is this guy and um . um um can i can i be so honest .
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raineadey · 10 months
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"(un)like me" | a gustholomule fan song is out now !!
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grahamcarmen · 24 days
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lunarfeat21 · 3 months
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Anyone hungry for a random artdump? It's both frustrating and fun, and I love every fiber of it.
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Definitely not me making a story based on this (‘◉⌓◉’) (and is stuck lol)
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sonicblooms · 1 year
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nooboo eli and his doting parents <3
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kirarin-candy · 2 years
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─ Pink Mitsuba ( ft. Kou ) wallpapers as a gift for @mitsyuu ! Reblog if using ! ( + credit if using publicly ! )
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