#I TAKE NO CREDIT

[icy-vulpine]

Normally I would never share stuff from Twitter, but this shit is just too pure.

@chipper-smol this immediately made me think of you.

Made by @5ushiroll on Twitter.

[radskull-69]

THE UNDERMUTTS (AI) SONG!

Everything was made by ai minus the lyrics, I take no credit!

It took me a lot of tries to find the right instrumental and ai voice since it’s randomised, I kept changing the lyrics but I’m happy with the ending! I imagine it’s Number One singing this

LYRICS!

Oh they’re back from the grave! four souls arise. Working as criminals, crooks, and spies!

Each mission filled with mischief and crime! No thanks to me..

Chains of the past can't hold us still, get the guns and knives, y’all know the drill!

Four of us, high speed chase! Police hot on our wheels with so little grace… driving off, going oh so well! Shit- Three you’re gonna crash into that hoteellll!

Get your bow ties, heels and the keys!

We’ve got a debt to kill! We’ll finish this with utmost ease!

[Chorus] Oooooohhh, they’re paying their dues Waiting to snap under all the abuse God! Just let us die! Reminding us of our treacherous crimes!

Am I even to blame? I can’t even remember my own name, just blindly following orders with the intent to kill. Am I here for me or am I here for the thrill…?

The other three scare me I swear I’m the only normal one here…

[Bridge] Signing that contract was a mistake! But can you blame me? Just look at our fates!

Hanging, shocking, this for our crimes? Gnawing off nails trying to decide, did I want to sell my soul? All for control.

Then again I don’t like being dead…

Argh! Fuck it. Give me that pen!

[Chorus] Oooooohhh, they’re paying their dues Waiting to snap under all the abuse God! Just let us die! Reminding us of our treacherous crimes!

Am I even to blame? I can’t even remember my own name, just blindly following orders with the intent to kill. Am I here for me or am I here for the thrill…?

The other three scare me I swear I’m the only normal one here…

I don’t know who I am! You wiped it away! Now all that’s left is this urge to obey, just close my eyes and hope it all will go away!

[Verse 3] Number one! Who is he but the contracts son? He can’t escape that lab until he does what needs to be done

Number Two! Couldn’t stand the feeling of not being used, so he dissected his child and with nothing else to do

Number Three! Deadly but tiny, her bombs on her path to becoming the next almighty!

Number Four! Fucked up face, can barely comprehend the corpses all over the place!

Oh what do they mean? Bringing these criminals back was such a terrible scheme. Oh please, just let us die! Anymore of this and I’ll lose an eye!

I’m more than this! I’m more than mean, I’ve got nothing to offer than my arm and my spleen. Pleeeasee! Just let us go! Let us perish to the flames below

Oh what do they mean? Bringing these criminals back was such a terrible scheme. Oh please, just let us die! Anymore of this and I’ll lose an eye!

[Chorus] Oooooohhh, they’re paying their dues Waiting to snap under all the abuse God! Just let us die! Reminding us of our treacherous crimes!

Am I even to blame? I can’t even remember my own name, just blindly following orders with the intent to kill. Am I here for me or am I here for the thrill…?

The other three scare me I swear I’m the only normal one here…

How much longer until we get to say goodbye…?

[helloimeiri]

[xomoosexo]

oh my god quackity is leaving one direction (dtqk) why would you make this comparison

IT WASNT ME I DIDNT BRING IT UP!!! blame @choconotfound i think<33

[s-aint-elmo]

pass it on!

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[stil-lindigo]

lighthearted.

if this comic resonated with you, please consider donating to this palestinian escape fund (vetted by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein) as it is less than $7,000 away from it's goal.

i turn 24 today. To celebrate, I made this comic to be a spiritual successor to lead balloon, a comic in which I talked about the darkest period of my life so far.

A lot has changed since my 23rd birthday and this one. My priorities have shifted a lot, in ways that I think are mostly good. But i think the best part about today is that suicide has gone back to being a far away notion. I'm really lucky, and I'm grateful for that.

[fawndollie]

WHO WANTS TO GET BOOPED

IM BOOPING EVERYONE WHO LIKES THIS WEWWWW!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE IS SAFE!!!!!!!!!!!1

[poobirdy]

xin mo did not become the demonic op sword of all three realms for this!!! for @kawouwu who asked for binggeyuan sillies! thank you for your donation to svsss' gotcha 4 gaza!

[saturnisfallingdown]

I HAVE. A QUERY. for artists who have been posting stuff online for several years now....

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[vaarsuvius6]

My Pmmm Ships (Meme) by darkfrost-star

[loufuckers]

wait so apparently some people get mad if someone else writes fanfiction based on headcanons they shared on tumblr??? so now i got to ask

[lelalyo]

The most unrealistic thing about Baldur's Gate 3 is how you have a group of 25+++++ year olds that are perfectly ok sleeping on the floor every night.

I sit on the floor for five minutes and I just about need to call Withers for a resurrection and even if he brought me back, I still have the *Bad Back* debuff.

[hopeinthebox]

bts + reductress headlines pt.14

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Why are you running?

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[crabsnpersimmons]

I got my hair cut the other day and of course I had to draw the dca boys running a hair salon:

Sun would be so effortlessly charming. Always chatting away with customers, explaining each product he uses and how to best maintain and style their hair.

Moon I can see being popular with the less chattier customers (like me) but over time they begin to open up. I imagine he hums while working. Otherwise, he's all ears for the newest gossip.

(The clipped up hat idea came from @bamsara's solar lunacy doodles!)

Also I love the popular headcanon that the dca can speak other languages, so I can imagine them being a hit with the aunties.

The full sketch page under cut! And some of my other thoughts

Other thoughts about this... AU? Can I call it an AU? Feels kinda small for an AU, but whatever:

Eclipse works there too! Haven't decided if it would be canon or fanon Eclipse, though I really like the image of 4-armed Eclipse working on 2 clients at once (plus, the nickname Clip is perfect for this scenario)

of course they're great with kids! They'd be able to console kids that get scared of getting their hair cut. Sun would do a little trick and tell them how good and brave they are all the way through. Moon would console them and hum a soothing song (or hey maybe they notice the kid's wearing a disney shirt and starts humming some showtunes). Every kid gets a candydrop and a balloon on their way out.

y/n works at the hair salon as a part-timer and does tasks around the salon like sweeping, arranging bookings, washing hair, etc. They don't really care too much about their own hair, but the boys are always offering to style it, dye it, braid it. With y/n's permission, the boys always toy with their hair—patting it, combing their hands through it, brushing it over y/n's ear, ruffling it.