#Ooh-wee-hoo

[rabidfortallyhall]

Whats with these homies dissing my girl

and why do they gotta front

[blueengland]

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[number1neneliker]

What's with these homies, dissing my girl? Why do they gotta front? What did we ever do to these guys That made them so violent?

Woo-hoo But you know I'm yours Woo-hoo And I know you're mine Woo-hoo (And that's for all time)

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care about that

Don't you ever fear, I'm always near I know that you need help Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit You need a guardian

Woo-hoo And you know I'm yours Woo-hoo And I know you're mine Woo-hoo (And that's for all time)

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care about that I don't care about that

Bang, bang, a knock on the door Another big bang and you're down on the floor Oh no! What do we do? Don't look now, but I lost my shoe I can't run, and I can't kick What's the matter babe, are you feeling sick? What's the matter, what's the matter, what's the matter you? What's the matter babe, are you feeling blue?

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care about that

I don't care about that I don't care about that I don't care about that

What's with these homies, dissing my girl? Why do they gotta front? What did we ever do to these guys That made them so violent?

Woo-hoo But you know I'm yours Woo-hoo And I know you're mine Woo-hoo (And that's for all time)

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care about that

Don't you ever fear, I'm always near I know that you need help Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit You need a guardian

Woo-hoo And you know I'm yours Woo-hoo And I know you're mine Woo-hoo (And that's for all time)

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care about that I don't care about that

Bang, bang, a knock on the door Another big bang and you're down on the floor Oh no! What do we do? Don't look now, but I lost my shoe I can't run, and I can't kick What's the matter babe, are you feeling sick? What's the matter, what's the matter, what's the matter you? What's the matter babe, are you feeling blue?

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care about that

I don't care about that I don't care about that I don't care about that

OUT OUT GET OUT OF MY HEAD

[fishschtick]

Imagine buddy holly but its set in the mlp universe

What's with these ponies, dissing my mare?

Why do they gotta front?

[yesioarts]

Ooh wee hoo GUESS WHO’S OUTTA ART BLOCK :3

Lowkey may make more redraws of music covers

Then here are some with these silly gays by themselves. HAVE A GOOD ONE EVERYBODYYYYY

[elliespectacular]

What did we ever do to these homies that made them diss my girl?

Lyrics:

[WEEZER] What's with these homies dissin' my girl? Why do they gotta diss my girl? What did we ever do to these homies that made them diss my girl?

[KATE BEAHAN] I don't know!!

[WEEZER] Oo-hoo, but you know my girl. Hoo-oo, and I know these homies. Hoo-oo, hoo-oo, hoo-oo-hoo-oo-hoo-oo

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like these homies. Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Girl. I don't care what they say about my girl. I don't care about these homies.

Hoo-hoo, and you know.

[KATE BEAHAN] No, I don't!!

[WEEZER] Oo-oo, and I know your mom!

[KATE BEAHAN] Whoa!!

[cummodore]

jimmy crystal/reader

spearhead | jimmy crystal/reader | 28 years later 2025 | warning for smutty themes, submission, inappropriate use of weaponry

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“Go on.” Jimmy grins, all teeth, all play. “You kiss it, now.” 

Your lips part and a disbelieving smile twitches on your cheek: there’s a laugh half-tempted in your throat, yet you don’t quite think he’s joking anymore. His eyes glitter in the low lamplight, bright and incendiary like paraffin, face ruddied, hair a mess. He rolls his shoulders and his martyr’s cross flashes like a cheeky wink. 

You blow out a flustered breath. It’s just you and Jimmy in this rotten little shop manager’s office, ‘scouting for supplies’. Just you and your bare knees on the old laminate floor, the shit-eating look on his face, the tip of the six-foot spear he’s got grasped between his legs.

“Go on,” he urges again, a little restless, and he’s sounding almost mumsy; as if it’s three o’clock on an afternoon and he’s coaxing you to pinch the last custard cream left in the tin, like he’s tempting you, all smiles, all fun, to be a little naughty. “I want you to take this aaall in yer wee mouth, my sweet baby thing.” 

There’s a sacred place in his heart for degrading you like this. With his hand squeezed into a tight, insistent fist, Jimmy adjusts his fingers round the hard pole just beneath its head — you almost shiver when the nasty point of it nudges at your lower lip. Rudely mannish, he stands before you with his hips stuck forward like he’s taking a piss, the long length of the spear jutting back towards the upturned chair behind him. 

“Ey?” His smile is hungry now. “You wouldn’t mind, would ya? It’s just— God knows you’d look such a fuckin’ beauty with yer mouth full…” The cheap, party-shop twinkle of his tiara catches the light when he inclines his head and, all of a sudden, you realise you never once considered refusing him in the first place. 

“I’ll do whatever you want, sir,” you say, sweet and quiet.

”Hoo, my—“ Jimmy’s answering laugh is as grubby as his trainers. His foot scuffs against the office floor, and when he palms unashamedly at the front of his tracksuit you can’t help but bite your lip. “C’mon then, luvvy, open wide.”

Dutifully, you do as you’re told, your gaze reverently upturned towards his face. His gold and silver rings are all in a gleaming, gaudy row under your chin: the proximity has you clawing your own thighs with your nails, relishing that hot smell of his, the racy absurdity of this position he’s got you in, and so willingly, receiving an unholy communion on your knees in the back room of a Tesco Extra.

Your breath fogs the chill metal when it touches your tongue and, gloriously dumbfounded, Jimmy stares wide-eyed into your reverential expression. 

“Ooh, hold fire, my wee angel,” he croons. He draws back the spearhead with a roguish chuckle. “Wait, wait, wait, y’know what—“ You swallow hopefully. “Spit on it first, ey? Be a dear an’ spit on Jimmy’s big ol’ fuckin’ pike.” 

“Yes, sir.” You hum. You wish it was his cock. Your fingertips flitter up across his white knuckles as you let saliva pool in your mouth. 

“Wonderful, my baby,” Jimmy mutters. “Atta-fuckin-girl.”

Your knees ache. Spit strings from your mouth to the tapered tip of his spear — you push it from your lips until it breaks, slowly, and beads like rainwater along the blade to leak down towards his fist. 

Jimmy’s face splits into another of his giddy, gloating grins, his fingers wet with drool.

“Ooh, yer jus’ too fuckin’ good.”

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let's hope jimmy crystal doesn't turn out to be too irredeemable in the bone temple with this questionable style inspo of his... i just love a bit of o'connell and sir lord jimmy seemed absolutely nuts in his two minutes of screentime (just what i like) so i was inspired to dig around in my writing brain for some interpretation of his character. i know this is short but i was just fiending for a quick taste so lmk what you think!! uh fucking gooo!

[stupid-puppycat]

ooh-wee-hoo

[the-number-thirty-eight]

Ooh-wee-hoo, I have broke the Prime Directive

Oh-oh, and they’ve built a Warp Core

[futurechancer]

ooh wee hoo i look just like jordyn thomas oh oh and you're tahira rashid

[srvanderino]

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Trevor Belmont~! Oh-oh, and you're Sypha Belnades~! I don't care what Drac says about us anyway~! I don't care about that~!

[matex3]

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Buddy Holly

Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore

I don't care what they say about us anyway

I don't care about that!1!1!

their front profiles are terrifying..

[heisoark]

Ooh-wee-hoo I look just like buddy holly

[unyieldingsilence]

Verse 1]What's with these homies dissin' my girl?

Why do they gotta front?

What did we ever do to these guys

That made them so violent?

[Pre-Chorus]

Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours

Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine

Woo-hoo, and that's for all of time

[Chorus]

Ooh-wee-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly

Oh, oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore

I don't care what they say about us anyway

I don't care 'bout that

[Verse 2]

Don't you ever fear, I'm always near

I know that you need help

Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit

You need a guardian

[Pre-Chorus]

Woo-hoo, and you know I'm yours

Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine

Woo-hoo, and that's for all of time

[Chorus]

Ooh-wee-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly

Oh, oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore

I don't care what they say about us anyway

I don't care 'bout that

I don't care 'bout that

[Bridge]

Bang, bang, knocking on the door

Another big bang, get down on the floor

Oh no, what do we do?

Don't look now, but I lost my shoe

I can't run and I can't kick

What's a matter, babe, are you feelin' sick?

What's a matter, what's a matter, what's a matter you?

What's a matter, babe, are you feelin' blue? Oh-oh

[Guitar Solo]

[Pre-Chorus]

And that's for all of time

And that's for all of time

[Chorus]

Ooh-wee-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly

Oh, oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore

I don't care what they say about us anyway

I don't care 'bout that

I don't care 'bout that

I don't care 'bout that

I don't care 'bout that

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[kent-roase]

Willow got 𝓽𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝔃𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭…

ooh wee hoo i look just like 𝓼𝓪𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂

[arti-squid]

🗣💥Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Buddy Holly