#weird al daily

[weirdal-daily]

daily weird al yankovic — 04/29/2023

#weird al yankovic #al yankovic #weird al #weird al daily #silly goofy

[w0rdcrimes]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 2500 likes!

you guys 🫂 i love being weird al daily for all you silly gays

#2500 likes #tumblr milestone #thank you #weird al daily

[roadbread]

Daily Doodle! 2/7/24

Als

#daily doodle #my art #weird al #weird al yankovic #accordion #cartoon

[captainmolasses]

Guys help I've been cursed with forbidden knowledge

#Pizza Tower #Pizzahead #Weird Al Yankovic #Daily dose of molasses

[gh0str3c0rd3r]

why is this taking so long <- the distracted gamer

#daily stuff i guess #maybe its not as fun this time #because i dont have any nightcore miku on #but i do have weird al and buddy holly #so

[thiswomanshouldbewriting]

Idk guys I'm really worried about my friend Jonathan Harker, he sent me an email from a creepy castle in the Carpathians and now I haven't heard from him in a couple of days :(

#Dracula #Dracula daily #It does feel weird #I love reading it like this #Parole al vento

[new-albums-daily]

"Weird Al" Yankovic – Bad Hair Day (1996)

12 tracks, 42 min 18 sec

Rating: 7/10

Top Track: Everything You Know Is Wrong

Today is finally the weekend, and I am in a silly goofy mood today, so I picked the silliest, goofiest album in my queue. I should say in advance it's a bit hard to rate this album and think about these songs the way I have been because of its nature, though I thought it was good all the same. I know several Weird Al songs fairly well already, but on this album I only knew Amish Paradise and Everything You Know Is Wrong (the TMBG fan is showing again). I should also note that besides those two I don't really know a lot of the songs or artists Weird Al parodied on this album, except maybe Waterfalls, and I'm vaguely familiar with U2 but don't know the song parodied here.

This was a lot of fun to listen to. There wasn't anything particularly special about it to me, so I'm not inclined to rate it higher than a 7, but most of the tracks were very enjoyable. Probably would've helped if I had had more knowledge of the things being parodied, but it was still quite good, and I also really liked the two originals. Other top tracks for me included Amish Paradise and The Alternative Polka.

#album #music #weird al #weird al yankovic #al yankovic #new albums daily

[notherpuppet]

I know they’re probably not going to go into this (which i understand, there’s only so much time in an episode and they’re telling a different story) but I think about Al’s background a LOT. Get ready if ur in the mood for a read.

To be a mixed Black person in America is a…bizarre experience. You come to realize that due to the coincidence of your genetic makeup, white folks may divulge information that they keep so closely guarded from the ears of “more obvious-looking” black folks. Im gonna bring it back to Alastor, but lemme give some personal context. I’m mixed with Filipino, so I’m pretty obviously not white, yet my ambiguous ethnic makeup in a predominantly white suburbia seemed to make white peers and people feel much more at ease in relaying their criticisms or prejudices of black people to me. I would hear someone feel comfy enough to spew vitriolic racist shit with me, then toe the line like a circus acrobat when around someone a few shades darker in skin tone and a few coils curlier in hair texture. It was constantly infuriating and holding my tongue was a practice to both investigate someone’s true nature and preserve my own safety. I did abandon that method of navigating life in America, and experienced the switch-up white folks made when I started ‘broadcasting’ my blackness. (E.G. beyonce pre vs. post Lemonade). The criticisms and prejudice confessions just came less often, til I saw them being caged up completely after white peers experienced backlash from me. After they realized “OH this bitch is a n*****!?”

Now this is from someone who is brown, but i also wanna talk about my white-passing cousin with a similar racial makeup as Al, who is from the south and oh BOY. (Let’s call him J for this post’s purposes). J’s navigation though simple daily life is such a constant contradictory experience, of which he is still working through in therapy. I think of one moment when he was manager at retail gig and his boss told him that whenever a Black customer enters, it’s policy to give them “exceptionally attentive customer service”. Essentially, “follow that n***** around”. This is just one modern incident of when J would hear the quiet part out loud, despite his Blackness, because his appearance was white enough to make white folks drop their guard. Eventually, my cousin and I took to the same direction where we used our advantage of disarming white folks against them when the time came. We would keep note and record of racism and unlock a sort of “this you?” when the opportunity to expose that person’s true nature came. It’s pretty vengeful thinking ngl, but it is really REALLY hard to resist exposing an asshole rather than attempting to teach an asshole to change their ways. Especially given that such an attempt is an ARDUOUS uphill battle. The experience of KNOWING the truth about what someone thinks of your people, and being opened to opportunities and information that you would not have access to if the chance of your genetics was only slightly different is bIZARRE, horrific, and fuel for constant inner turmoil. (It sucks y’all)

Now back to Alastor; to have been a mixed person in the Deep South in 1930s America—it’s not too difficult for me to imagine how traumatic and convoluted that experience must have been. Especially when legally and socially, things were so much more Black and White. And when you’re on the line in between that, when society does not prepare a place for your existence, it can be SO isolating. You may consider the absurdity of such an arbitrary method of determining class, status, and/or caste much earlier in life than peers, which only further isolates you. You hold a resentment of society now that you know exactly how the other side is operating to ensure your oppression.

And then I think of Al’s weird ass moral code. How he arrived in Hell and (according to Mimzy) began killing overlords with reckless abandon. This is someone who likely had to develop the cunning to navigate 1930s Deep South America as a mixed, murdering, psychopath without getting caught by authorities who are already gunning for you. And now he is in Hell where the rules of society have gone up in smoke and he can fully embrace his rage, resentment, and vengeance. A desire to burn down the powerful people of the world can be accommodated and ANY previous inhibitions can finally be released. The morality of rising above someone by cutting them down (instead of developing emotional/spiritual healing) has become the easier and satisfying option. Finally the opportunity to show the power-secure villains of the world how easily you can tear them down when nothing is holding you back any longer.

TLDR; The trauma of racism in America is pretty sufficient cannon fodder for a severe psychotic break, the development of socially debilitating behaviors and isolation, and a quest for profound vengeance. So maybe that can explain some of the enigma that is Alastor.

And this is just ONE facet of Al. I didn’t even get to bring up the isolation that comes with being an aroace nonbeliever in the 1930s Deep South. Like FUCK. I’m a mixed, aroace nonbeliever from a modern day conservative town and yall….what a weird experience for sure lol but anyway lemme get back to my life. Whole point of this was—-WHAT AN INTERESTING FUCKEN CHARACTER TO THINK ABOUT

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel spoilers #it’s an alastor analysis yalllll #character analysis gives my media and art engagement brain the wiggles #also I hate racism!!!! :)

[semisweetstuffs]

Today’s topic: Weird Al as a musical guest

#daily sweet talk #weird al #vlog

[lxstfathier]

Cachorrita

Los Vaqueros x Reader

Headcanons

Summary: you got caught in the middle of the narco violence, losing everything. Thankfully, the vaqueros rescued you and decided to adopt you… as a pet.

Warnings: murder/trauma mentions, pet play, collaring, poly relationship (?), slight smut.

A/N: i can’t stop thinking about Ale and Rudy, they’re both so cute and boyfriend shaped and i love them very much 💗 so i got this silly idea in the middle of the night and decided to write it, don’t ask me what the hell is this, just enjoy it. And please remember that english is not my first language. Hope y’all like it :)

♡ Your parents were killed by el sin nombre, and you were kidnapped for a few days with the intention of human trafficking. Luckily, you were rescued by los vaqueros before you ended up being trafficked for real.

♡ It was nice to be free again, but everything you had ever know didn’t exist anymore. Not even your home. You had nowhere to go, and such a naive little girl like you would be an easy target in Las Almas… again. That’s why the vaqueros offered you to stay with them, in their base.

♡ You accepted immediately. They saved your life, and you would trust them with it.

♡ At first, it was weird to live among military men. Seeing them always with a serious look on their faces and yelling orders was quite scary, but soon you got used to it. You got along with everyone, and they all treated you in the nicest way possible, so it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

♡ They even gave you your own little room!

♡ Once you started to get more comfortable, you gained the confidence to get out of your room more often, exploring the base and helping around with the daily tasks, learning the basic things. And it wasn’t long until you grew closer to Alejandro and Rodolfo, following them around any time you could.

♡ Alejandro thinks of you as one of those stray dogs that Rudy used to bring into the base (in a cute way), that’s why they started calling you “Cachorrita”.

♡ You love the nickname, but you loved it even more when they actually started treating you as a puppy, making sure that you’re always happy and taken care of.

♡ One day, they surprise you with a pretty collar. It’s made from the softest and most finest leather, in your favorite color, and it also has a cute heart-shaped tag that says “Cachorrita” and “Propiedad de Los Vaqueros” in the back. Such a sweet gift. It made you teary. You hugged every single one of them as a thank you and then Alejandro put it around your neck <3

♡ It doesn’t matter if they’re all at the base, or just a few soldiers, you always go out to spend time with them. You keep them company, listen to anything they have to say, comfort them, or just snuggle on their lap while they play with your hair. They say often that you’re way better than a therapy dog, but you don’t really think so.

♡ One time you decided it would be a great idea to cook something for them, so you prepared chilaquiles con carne, and they all went insane, saying that it was delicious, better than the bland military food they were used to eat daily. So now you cook for them almost every day, remembering the recipes your mother taught you.

♡ Even though they all agreed to collar you, only Alejandro is allowed to put a leash on you. He doesn’t do it often, just when he has to do a lot of paperwork in his office, taking you with him to keep you at his feet for hours. “Good girl” he says petting your head while you rest your chin on his thigh. “Keep being obedient and i’ll give you a treat when i’m done”. If he gets stressed, he might use that pretty little mouth of yours.

♡ They won’t hesitate to spoil you. You want new clothes? Stuffed animals? Jewelry? The newest iphone? don’t even worry about it, Ale and Rudy will be buying it all for you.

♡ When they go away on missions, they always text you whenever they can, making sure that you’re fine without them. Rudy always gives you one of his credit cards, telling you to use it if you need something. But you have never used it, you have everything you need at the base.

♡ When they come back, the first thing you hear is Alejandro yelling “Dónde está nuestra cachorrita?”, and you’ll come out of your room as fast as you can, running to them to hug them tight, glad that they’re all safe and sound.

♡ Sometimes, when Alejandro or Rodolfo get horny (which is often), they come to you, and you spread your legs for them, happy to please them however they want. Rudy fucks you sweet and slow. Alejandro fucks you fast and rough. But you like it more when they both fuck you at the same time.

♡ When you get your period, they all treat you as if you were dying, giving you everything you want and need. Alejandro makes sure you have pain pills and a hot water bottle to put on your tummy, and Rudy goes to the store to get more pads and your favorite snacks.

♡ When you wake up in the middle of the night because of your constant nightmares, you sneak into Rudy’s room, getting in the bed with him and cuddling up in his chest. “Qué pasa, cachorrita? you got nightmares again?” he asks, half awake, and when you whisper a “si” he just holds you closer, hearing his heart beat until you fall asleep.

♡ They teach you how to use a gun, just in case. But you really hate it. Those things are heavy and loud and scary.

♡ Speaking of things you hate, you also don’t like going outside due to your trauma. But Alejandro and Rudy insist on taking you out at least once a week, going to the local market for some groceries, and you hold Ale’s hand as if your life depended on it, way too scared to let him go. But, if you behave well, they buy you ice cream on the way back.

♡ You’re not a brat, but sometimes you accidentally do something they don’t like. They’re the military after all, highly disciplined men, and you aren’t used to that. If you do something slightly disrespectful or don’t listen to orders, it will result on Rudy or Ale yanking you by the collar, planting a firm smack on your ass. “Don’t do that again, entendido?”.

♡ You love stealing Ale’s military jackets. They’re comfy, oversized and smell like him. But you didn’t expected him to get you your own jacket, embroidered with “cachorrita” on the front and a bright pink armband that says “emotional support”. And you love it, of course, but that doesn’t stop you from stealing his jackets again.

♡ You have an oral fixation, and Rudy thrives off it, letting you bite his arms, lick his neck or have a really messy and heated up kissing session (if he’s not busy). Sometimes he even lets you suck his fingers, but be careful with that one cuz he might want to give you something bigger to suck on.

♡ If any of Los Vaqueros gets hurt on a mission or training, you will take care of them just like they do with you, not leaving their side until they feel better. You can’t stand seeing any of your -new found- family in pain, makes you feel sad :(

♡ When your birthday comes, Alejandro and Rodolfo enter your room early at morning, singing las mañanitas and giving you the gift they got for you. It’s exciting, so you quickly open the box, eager to see what’s inside. Gasping when you finally admire the pretty set of fluffy ears, tail plug, and thigh high socks with paw print, all in your favorite color. “Why don’t you try it on for us, cachorrita?” Alejandro suggests, and you’re more than happy to do so, already feeling a tingle between your legs.

♡ You’re on birth control, obviously, but Rudy and Ale are already thinking about getting you off those stupid pills…

#alejandro vargas smut #rodolfo parra smut #cod smut #alejandro vargas x reader #call of duty fanfic #rodolfo parra x reader

[weirdal-daily]

daily weird al yankovic — 05/07/2023

#weird al yankovic #al yankovic #weird al #weird al daily #puns

[roadbread]

Daily Doodle! 1/27/23

Sketch Practice of my favorite artist, Weird Al Yankovic. He's been something of an inspiration since I first picked up an accordion and my dad was like, "Hey, let me show you another person who plays accordion", and proceeded to introduce me to the wonderful world of weird al. Thanks Al for all the laughs and wholesome moments, never change.

#Daily Doodle #my art #sketch #sketch practice #weird al #weird al yankovic #accordion #al yankovic #popcorn bag #I hope I can be half the accordionist that he is one day #he is a kind soul #I've seen him in concert a couple times once while I dressed as Milo Murphy #and won a halloween costume contest when I went as Weird Al with accordion #weird the al yankovic story

[tathrin]

So my coworker was telling me today about how his cat likes to be carried upstairs to bed (the cat will in fact run upstairs to fetch his human and make him come back downstairs and carry him up to bed, so this is clearly an Important Part Of The Routine) and because coworker has to turn out a number of lightswitches on the way, he and the cat have developed a habit where the cat sits balanced on his backpaws and rump upright in coworker's one hand, with his paws balanced on coworker's shoulder (sometimes reaching out to bat at the switches too), while they go up the stairs and down the hall.

And now I'm thinking of how I like to headcanon elves as being ridiculously, unnaturally light (walking on snow, treebranches, etc) with weight that in fact varies based on the way they're paying attention to the world (e.g. an elf can plant their feet and brace a door because they're "thinking heavy thoughts," basically; but can also run light over grass and leaf or over snow because then they're thinking fast/light thoughts; etc)...

And how I like to headcanon dwarves as being even more heavy than they look, with their broad shoulders and thick limbs and round waists, because "there is stone deep in their bones from when Mahal carved them" etc as you do, and consequently very strong and more importantly solid, and incredibly steady on their feet.

So now picture: Legolas being excited to see Gimli again after a few weeks or months apart, and lunging at him for an embrace and not letting go; and Gimli just sort of carrying him around for a while in a casual one-armed hold like that while he does whatever he needs to do one-handed because Legolas weighs about as much as mug of ale right now, nbd.

And please picture also the faces of Ordinary MenTM of Rohan or Gondor who are at this point barely used to the weirdness of dwarves, let alone this absolute batshit elf, watching them just go about their daily activities like this like it's normal.

Enjoy.

#gimleaf #gigolas #legolas #gimli #lotr #elves #dwarves #lotr headcanons #my stuff #cats

[gh0str3c0rd3r]

i think my friends hate me for this <- the reason half of the shared playlist is now Weird Al

#daily stuff i guess #friend group one i am So Sorry #but the Weird Al obsession isnt going away Any time soon #trust me friend group two dislikes it just as much

[yandere-romanticaa]

"Have you finished reading the papers I sent to you earlier this week?"

"No, I hardly started, I was too busy."

"Alright. If you have a moment to spare, could you take a look at the document I have on my person right now?"

Oh Archons, he was going at it again. No one would blame you if you thought that Al-Haitham was a hound dog by the way he's always on the prowl for the things that he needed and interested him and the moment it was the opinions of others of his current project. Truth be told you weren't too sure to just what exactly he was coming up with but you honestly couldn't be bothered to care. This little song and dance between you and him had randomly started a few weeks ago when you presented your own ideas and theories (sprinkled with a little bit of your own personal opinion for good measure) to counter his thesis and he found what you said to be fascinating to say the least.

Catching him in the city became almost a daily occurrence as he would make you stop whatever you were doing and downright force you to answer whatever question he asked of you, no matter how pointless and even ludicrous it was. He would ramble and ramble and then he would go quiet, a deafening silence that demanded that you speak up. You forwned. This was getting out of hand and it needed to stop.

"Al-Haitham." you said, determination lacing your voice.

"I have a life outside of these little conversations of ours, I must politely ask you to stop following me and hounding me to answer whatever it is that you want."

Ah, that seems to have done the trick!

"I apologize if I made you uncomfortable." he said with a sincere tone.

"However."

Darn it, spoke too soon. Of course he wouldn't really let it go.

"Care to indulge me, just this one more time?"

With a sigh you looked down to the floor, millions of thoughts swirling through your head.

"You really are a lunatic, I hope you know that Al-Haitham." you said with an angry grunt.

"So I've been told." he replied, completely brushing you off like it was nothing.

Rolling your eyes and placing your arms on your hips, you decided to accept his request.

"Shoot."

"Silk or velvet satin?"

"Huh?"

Just what was this man asking you?! Your confused face only seemed to perplex him, which caused him to repeat himself.

"I said - silk or velvet satin. Which material do you prefer? Is your hearing damaged?"

"Oh I heard you alright I just don't understand what and why you're asking me this."

He sighed, his shoulders slumping a little as he thought about how to answer you.

"Everyone has a favorite material of sorts even if they don't know it. I just wanted to know which one you prefer, nothing more, nothing less."

How straightforward of him. You couldn't tell whether or not he was plotting something or he was legitimately curious about your opinion. Well, when you thought about it there was a strong possibility that curiosity was his main motivator.

"Silk." you replied curtly.

"Excellent. Now I shall know how to act in the future in case things get too rough..."

You strained your ears to hear the last bit as you hardly heard anything. He was taking to himself, the weirdo.

"We're done Al-Haitham. Please go away now."

"Of course. Today's conversation has been fruitful and I apologize for the convenience."

You raised your eyebrows. Who would have thought that it was possible to hear the man actually apologize properly? You walked away in shock, still a little weirded out but happy that it was finally over.

With a smirk Al-Haitham went on his own way as well, satisfaction brimming within him as the tsunami of conflicting emotions raged in the black hole he called a heart. You were a fascinating person to study and talk to, it was only natural that he wanted to keep you close. Now he at least knew how to make things just a bit more comfortable for you.

🍒 TAGS: @genshinarchives, @mod-kisa-blog, @morigumy, @juuuuuj101010, @kalopsia-sonder, @b10h4z4rd, @xiaopleasecomehome

#al haitham x reader #yandere al haitham #yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere imagines #yandere x you #genshin impact #al haitham agenda #genshin al haitham #al haitham #genshin #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader

[thebellearchives]

hello ^_^

can you write something for solomon saying this to mc? 13."When you laugh like that, it just - you're so beautiful, you know that?" for mc who is insecure about their teeth ♡

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒

~ solomon ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : your insecurities may nag at the back of your head before going on your first date with your magic teacher, but turns out you won’t have to worry about it at all

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!mc, fluff

‧₊˚ a / n : the way i wish this would happen to me 🥲 thank you for requesting anon hope you like it ! 🥰

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You checked yourself in the mirror for the millionth time in the last fifteen minutes. The nerves were eating away your insides, and your hands would constantly flutter around your face to make sure you were perfect for the night. A sigh left your lips in an attempt to calmn down, staring at your own reflection in the mirror. You tried to smile to yourself, but immediately regretted it. You just looked… so weird. But you shook your head once again and picked up your things. It’s okay, it’s fine, as long as you smiled without showing your teeth you could make it through the night.

Making your way towards the House of Lamentation’s entrance, you happened to run into Lucifer.

“MC?” he seemed surprised when his eyes met you “where are you going?”

“I’m going out with Solomon, remember?”

He frowned in confusion, blinking a couple of times and inspecting your pretty and thought out outfit.

“For… sorcery class, I assumed.”

Suddenly the doorbell rang, you finally let out al the air you had been holding from the moment Lucifer had stopped in front of you.

“Give Beel my dinner! And don’t wait up for me, okay?” quickly you made your way past him, staring at the floor.

“Wait-”

“I also heard Belphie and Satan were having an Anti-Lucifer League meeting so you might wanna check that out?”

Lucifer sighed loudly, he closed his eyes and pressed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index.

“Fine, but don’t come home after-”

“Bye!”

You opened the door and hurried outside as quickly as you could. When you closed it right behind you, you were met with with the sight of your magic teacher standing in front of you, his lovely and shiny eyes raising up to meet yours.

“MC” he smiled.

Oh god. He was wearing a nice, black button up shirt, the cuffs were rolled up and the first button undone. Nice dress up trousers and fancy black shoes. His white hair was still a bit damp, and you could faintly perceive the smell of cologne and shampoo. The butterflies inside of you almost clogged up your throat and your blood rushed to tint your cheeks with a soft pink colour.

“Solomon” a soft smile appeared on your lips.

“You’re ready?”

“Yes, let’s go”

Solomon offered you his hand and you took it without hesitation. That was the start of the most wonderful date you had ever been in your life. The sorcerer had picked up the perfect restaurant with the perfect food, there wasn’t any awkward silences or stupid small talk, just smooth sailing conversations, flirty comments here and there that would make your heart flutter in your chest and charming smiles that would leave you melting on your seat. You found yourself getting lost in those silvery eyes of his, in that ring of copper arround his pupils, while he told you about that time Simeon had asked his phone to fold laundry when he heard you could ask anything to the virtual assistant. The story had made you laugh, and as he went on telling you about funny occurrences that happened daily in Purgatory Hall you couldn’t stop laughing.

“That’s ridiculous” you cleaned up the tears from you eyes with the back of your hand after you had calmed down “but still I can promise you it’s not half as chaotic as the days in the House of Lamentation”

“Yeah, I bet” resting his chin on his hand, his gaze rested lovingly on you, a cute smile on his lips.

“What’s up?” you chuckled, he didn’t seem to want to say anything else.

“When you smile, when you laugh like that, it’s just… you're so beautiful, you know that?”

Your eyes went wide. It was true, you had been laughing all night with no regard of your grin, and yet… did Solomon just say he liked your smile? Had he just called you beautiful?

A sweet feeling of comfort made it’s home in your chest, your face became flushed once again. If the one person you were head over heels for liked your smile, then did you really have anything to be afraid of for the rest of the night? He liked you just the way you were, insecurities and all.

“Thank you Sol, you’re really so sweet” a smile brightened your face.

#; fluffy belle #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me x you #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #obey me swd #obey me nb #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #solomon x y/n #solomon x you #gn!mc #gn!reader