#*radioactive starts playing*

[lightning-and-lavender-fire]

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LISTEN UP CUTE FRAUDS

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YOU'RE NOW LISTENING TO

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WAN-O-TU-POINT-MUTE

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NEW RADIO SHOWS

["seme a??!"]

WHERE WE PLAY NOTHING BUT DREAMS OF OUR GENERATION, DREAMS OF OUR GENERATION, AND MORE DREAMS OF OUR GENERATION

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THIS AIN'T THE IDIOTIC B. GILSON'S STATION

[Imagine Dragons - Radioactive starts playing]

[ruvviks]

FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS ➤ scenery [1/?]

[heros-shade-fanclub]

a single cutscene is something that can be so personal. a text box even. a sound effect

[daflaminunicorn]

I re-download Tumblr just to contribute to the meme

*WARDRUMS*

YOU LISTENING TO

*FIERCE WARCRY*

107.6

*BONES BREAKING*

ORC BARBARIANS FM

*HAMMER SMASH*

WHERE ORCS PLAY NOTHING BUT WAR CRIES WAR CRIES AND MORE WAR CRIES

*ENEMIES SCREAMS*

THIS NOT PUNY HUMAN RADIO

*Radioactive by Imagine Dragons starts playing*

[anakinh]

that scene in dimension 20 a starstuck odyssey where the general says that he used pesticides that makes rats heads explode in his wine orchard and that it’s fine and then immediately we see everyone who drank his wine’s heads explode plays in my head rent free every time I put down hyper speed-gro in stardew valley

[r0achezz]

I NEED A MINUTE. /pos

*thunder crackling*

THOU ART LISTENING TO

*fireball explosion*

102.3

*bubbling cauldron*

REAL WIZARDS FM

*shimmering mana crystal*

WHERE WE PLAYETH NOTHING BUT CHANTS, CHANTS, AND MORE CHANTS

*wololo*

THIS ART NOT THINE ELDER MATRIARCH'S STATION

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[darkdragon768]

If only I could find that one Pikmin Radio post again... :(

[arbiter-of-twilight]

Started crying a little during that rant but I was listening to the new tswift album with my sister and now I'm worried she actually thinks that tswift made me cry. Embarrassing.

[clownfishie]

help I reblogged and was then faced with real evidence.

help im trapped in the version of reality that commericals take place in

[nomazee]

i wish i liked genshin again so i could write fics for it but i fear i never even got past the chasm or unlocked sumeru and i’d only write for kazuha

[tangy-soup]

[knife chopping sounds]

YOU'RE LISTENING TO

[stove clicking sound]

103.4

[water bubbling]

SOUP RADIO

[sLUUURRRRRP]

WHERE WE PLAY NOTHING BUT SOUP, SOUP, AND MORE SOUP

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[artbyblastweave]

One thing I really enjoy about Fallout New Vegas is that it's really really good at modeling The Long-Suffering Protagonist Who Things Just Keep Happening To. Fallout 4, one or two things happen to you at the start, and they're doozies, but then for the most part you start happening to everybody else. You don't suffer that many ignominies. Fallout New Vegas, you get shot in the head and dumped in a shallow grave. Two different guys stick a bomb collar on you and force you to run errands. You have to dodge howitzer fire like in that one Malcom In The Middle Episode. All your organs get stolen. You think you're gonna get an easy payday killing some feral ghouls at a test site and then boom, you're getting canonized as a saint by a ghoul rocket cult, pouring radioactive coolant out of toy rocket ships into a real rocket ship one at a time. You get tricked into initiating a nuclear strike. Twice. You play a shell-game with human trafficking victims to bluff a guy into thinking he's pulling a tantalus when it's really just beef. You're forced to have conversations with Mormons. You simply get involved in more situation per situation, hands down. Sole survivor's memoir, I mean, whatever, it'll be okay. Courier's memoir? Oh boy

[lime-bucket]

🗣YOU'RE LISTENING TO-🗣

*jet engines powering up*

💥DECEPTICON RADIO💥

*💢CH-CH-CH-CLICK-WHIRR-CLANK-KSHH💢*

ITS TIME TO TRANSFORM🔥& RISE UP!!✈

*screams & explosions noises*

This aint your standard autoboobs station😈

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[fabled-fiction]

Hiiii!! Can I request a hobie brown x fem reader where the hobie swings by the readers room and just cuddles with her because he’s tired from patrol and the reader loves it because he only has a soft spot for her! And it’s just very fluffy!

Open Window (Hobie Brown x Reader)

Summary: Hobie didn't realize how strung out he was until a certain someone crosses his mind.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: MINOR SPIDERMAN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS

A/N: I tried writing in a fem reader and then realized as I was writing I neglected that. I tried going back it but it felt forced, I hope this still suffices!

It felt like he never slept.

When could he afford too? It seemed like every step forward he took in taking down Osborn and his regime, they took three. Every running start he had they moved the finish line.

It was exhausting to be honest.

And now on top of his own problems on his earth, this stupid watch wouldn’t stop beeping with anomalies that needed taking down and tethering back to their Earths.

Hobie could feel the bags forming under his already painted ones.

His head had been reeling recently. Jumping back to his Earth after coming from the Spider Society was never easy no matter how much radioactivity was coursing through his hardened veins. He had a theory that despite having the wristband that helped him jump back and forth, he needed one for his head. The shift in perspective, and what could be perceived as art styles of the different Earths were making his vision hazy. 

Perching himself onto the top of a billboard, Hobie hit the side of his head with the edge of palm. Maybe if he hit his head hard enough or in the right spot he could knock the buzzing in his brain out long enough for him to make sense of where he was. 

On occasion it almost felt like he was back in that stupid spider tower, or another unfamiliar Earth.

Shaking his head, he took a glance about the neon lit streets of his Earth.

Wait, he recognized this street…no wait. No yea he recognized where this street lead to. 

Pulling the edge of his suit wristband back, he pulled up the time on his watch.

4:32:02am

Hobie knew exactly what he needed to rejuvenate, to put the rock back in his roll. 

Standing from his perch, he felt his bones begin to ache as they realized where they were about to be. Pulling his mask back over his head, he was about to flip when his watch started to buzz.

The holographic face of Gwen popped up.

“Hey! Hobie, Im glad I caught you. You got a seco-”

“Sorry Gwendy, can’t talk right now.”

“Wait! I n-”

He couldn't swing fast enough.

There was a warm purple light coming from your window, leaking through your curtains like a holy light.

He’d have to lecture you about leaving your window unlocked for anyone to crawl into later, it didn't matter that you were on the 14th story of your building. But as of right now, as he peeled your window open he saw it as a blessing as he tumbled head first into your room.

Hobie hadn’t realized how long it had been since he had seen you.His spider work had always been number one, taking down the rising regime of fascism in his city. Even the Spider society jobs have seen more of him than his own bed. It almost felt like he was more Spiderman than Hobie Brown, his heroism taking priority over everything else.

Well, almost everything else.

But now as he stumbled about, throwing his sneakers and guitar in the corner of your room the only thing on his mind was you. More specifically crawling into your bed that seemed to always be WAY more comfortable than his.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed you.

Hobie was so preoccupied with getting out of his Spidersuit that was growing increasingly more annoying by the second, he hadn’t even realized you were now leaning against your doorframe.

Sometimes you thought he played up these so called spider senses. There was no way he let you sneak up on him as many times as you have.

“Where..I know you ‘ave it somewhere in ‘ere.” He mumbled to himself, digging through your drawers with little regard to your neatly folded clothes there were already in there. 

Placing your cup of water on your nightstand, you perched on the edge of your bed and watched as your once clean-ish room transformed to match the thought process of the sleep deprived Spider in front of you.

You knew what he was looking for, Hobie had a tendency to leave shirts in your room whenever he stayed over. He said it was for convenience, it made it easier to switch from Spiderman to Hobie Brown. You couldn’t count the amount of times on your fingers when you had done laundry and realized nothing in the basket was yours. He almost had a full drawer in your dresser.

“Try the very bottom drawer.” You yawn, a few joints popping as you stretched out whatever you could stretch out.

Hobie turned his head to look at you for only a moment, and you hadnt even realized that he had discarded his mask somewhere into the clothed chaos that was hurricane Hobie.

Falling back onto your bed, you let out another big yawn as you made yourself situated. You could hear Hobie shuffling about your room, making himself more than at home as he slammed the window shut. A very loud click of your window lock followed by a thunk of a thwip made you chuckle.

“You seriously need to considah lockin’ your window. Could’a been an unsightly fella.” He muttered as he reached to fully close your curtains.

“Well I know who to call if I see one of these so called unsightly fellas.”

There was a grumble that came closer to your bed, and what you swore you was the gulping down of YOUR glass of water followed by the creak of your mattress.

It was like a second nature to the both of you even though you hadn’t physically seen eachother in what felt like months (in reality it was only a week but you too were too clingy to admit to each other it had felt longer). Molding into one another was easy for you too.

Hobie’s arm easily found its way over your waist, pulling you as close to him as he physically could. The minute he had his head resting on your chest he swore he could feel the color coming back to him. Feeling your hand run over his wicks, and eventually come to rest on the nape of his neck made him break into a hazy smile.

But then his stupid watch started buzzing. Didn’t he take it off?

He tried ignoring it for a moment, hoping whoever was calling him would get the message.

When you had started to pull away was when he had enough. 

Ripping the watch off his wrist, he threw it across the room and webbed it to a random wall. Before you could even protest that he had yet again left webbing that would take months to come off, he wrapped his arms around you and flipped around so that you were laying ontop of him. His arms basically locked around you, and solidified that you two would not be moving for the rest of the night.

He needed this, and he could tell based off the way that you melted into him that you needed this as well.

“Hobie shouldn’t you have answered that?”

He could deal with the consequences later, right now he was exactly where he needed to be.

“Nah.”

[maykitz]

you're listening to [woozy sound effect] 102.4 mindbreak fm [collar clinking] where we play nothing but hypno, hypno and more hypno [snake charmer flute] this ain't your grandma's station

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[trannyposting]

You're Listening to

*pickle jar opens refreshingly*

102.3

*communist theme song*

TRANSFEM RADIO!

*meow*

WHERE WE PLAY NOTHING BUT SAD FOLK MUSIC, METAL, AND HYPERPOP

*moaning and cartoon running sound effect simultaneously*

THIS ISN'T YOUR DEADNAME'S STATION

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