#She's All Yak
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ponysongbracket · 11 months ago
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Worst MLP Song Tournament
Please listen to both songs before voting. Remember you’re voting for the WORSE song.
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Fit Right In Propaganda: Idk man I think it's racist as hell, Yona doesn't need to erase her culture to fit among the ponies
Just Can't Be A Dragon Here Propaganda: I don’t like Spike’s ''dad'' or the song
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akirakirxaa · 3 months ago
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Auraugust Day 12: Flora and Fauna
"Are those rainbow bananas?!"
"Seem to be."
"Hades, why didn't you tell me there were rainbow bananas?!"
"It wouldn't be much of an adventure if I just told you everything, Hero."
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thebibliosphere · 2 years ago
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I think Ms. Mop knows I’m upset.
Usually, when @mothman-etd goes to bed before me, she follows him without any hesitation. Tonight, however, as I attempt to do at least SOME writing, Holly Mop is refusing to leave my office. She’s just laying there, watching me, desperately trying to keep her eyes open.
... Maybe I’ll take my laptop to bed.
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wanders-in-stars · 8 months ago
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Fun date idea: go camping with your werewolf partner! absolutely no way it could go wrong!!
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respectthepetty · 6 months ago
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Me, a college professor who had to deal with several cases of students turning in work that was not theirs all semester, actively watching Yak pay someone else to do his work so he can get a degree.
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He is my babygirl, and he can do no wrong.
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wintaebear · 5 months ago
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so here's how the dee x yak x taem agenda can still win
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kindheart525 · 1 year ago
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Worst episode of mlp?
I already answered this question! To summarize, the episodes that try to deal with racism are objectively the worst, and “Newbie Dash” was always my least favorite of the episodes that aren’t about racism.
Since writing that post, I started rewatching MLP, but I’ve kind of inadvertently fallen out of it and need to get back into it. I was early in Season 5 last time I watched an episode. Along with “Over A Barrel,” other episodes that were shittily executed include (but are not limited to) “Bridle Gossip” and “She’s All Yak.” Especially the latter. Yona was so severely let down by the adults in her life and I hate that it was treated as just another friendship lesson. Honestly I like to headcanon that these three episodes just Did Not Happen, and that the Mane 6 met Zecora / Yona and Sandbar fell in love in different, better circumstances.
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bibleofficial · 4 months ago
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it’s me & my faggoty ass scrunchie against the world
#stream#it’s so fun but it looks so bad but idc#it’s. like a bucket hat#it’s ugly & looks unbecoming on everyone & that’s the point. universality#i got them both from the same brand lucky & yak#i also got the black chord tote & that’s what was my main bag for this trip to spain like i had so much shit in that & she HELD#STRONG#RECOMMEND#it’s got 2 internal pockets then 1 internal zip pocket & it’s all a lined w canvas but the bag structure is the chord so she can hold a good#weight !! i needed a bag like this sooo bad like totes are great love a plain cheap tote but i need A Heavy Duty#i’ve one bookmarked leather tote but it’s unaffordable rn#like i’ve alert my leather purse i got last year that still needs more use#if i didn’t drunkenly get the jacket & the document holder MAYBE ? but no i didn’t lol#i still haven’t worn the coat#honestly if i move to china id be able to wear it bc all id use is alipay & wechat lol#like i just got shit to carry !!!#idk how to style this leather coat more casually bc they didn’t / refused to put the front pocket w/o a zipper or make it a single front#pocket which made no sense anyway like what i’m asking u to Do Less Work#i wouldn’t get from them again#LESSONS LEARNED REGARDLESS#i just didn’t think i’d have had time to get them elsewhere & this guy was recommended#i like the document holder tho i use that for all my important shit#it is ACTIVELY used#like i’m literally going to have it until i die it’s fine & i never need another#but the jacket …. yes still will have just not as much use until it gets damaged from eventual wear#i love love love damage like i was going to wear a white shirt that i stain on purpose to get this tattoo so it could bleed in a fun pattern#onto the shirt but then they were like can u cons back in 1.5hr & i was like yea lol so i went home & showered & didn’t but it didn’t bleed#much at all like it’s going to be such an easy heal#+ if it blows out it’ll be so fuckig funny bc it’s the ….. od price lol#a BLOW OUT IT WAS …
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sonicrainbooms · 11 months ago
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Wog life is having your door unlocked so you can go in and out easily while Christmas Eve cleaning and your neighbors 9 year old daughter just lets herself in and stares at you until you give her some of your Disney Princess stickers
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taxi-trolls · 11 months ago
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I wanna ship this little red blood lady i have with a purple clown man
So uh if you have purple clown man hmu
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ponysongbracket · 1 year ago
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MLP Song Tournament
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Generosity
Fit Right In
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meitantei-lavi · 1 year ago
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lowkey considering starting a gofundme for my poor little animal...
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actionyak · 4 months ago
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I should get really get caught up on tmagp
instead I am going to get caught up on a podcast that recaps I show that I don't even watch
I do not get to decide my whims
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wanders-in-stars · 1 year ago
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Some perfectly timed idle dialogues I just heard in my game:
Khash: "Ugh, my legs are getting tired!" Nebarra, immediately: "Are you... taking a break?"
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vomitago · 9 months ago
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Access to abortion and reproductive care have either been banned or are on the line in some of the poorest states tho. I think people should wait to have kids until theyre financially stable but as it stands reproductive healthcare and education are kept away from the poorest areas of the country. Whether or not someone is able to take responsibility for their reproductive health depends on whether or not these things are at their disposal.
Conversations abt whether or not it's responsible for poor people to have children should take place in a country where misogyny, racism and reproductive healthcare are taken care of. Not after poor people have already had children in a country that is actively denying poor people the right to refuse to have children while moving towards politics of austerity.
thinking that poor people shouldn't reproduce is in fact still eugenics
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gfmima · 1 year ago
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category : 米哈游 原神 work title : another woman claims to be his girlfriend?
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with a subtle bow of your head, you raise the teacup to your awaiting lips, a veil of porcelain disguising the laughter that threatened to escape. how absurd… you muse, as you savor a sip of your tea.
far across — two tables away, there sits one of the new acts of lyney and lynette’s show. she was interesting, to say the least. she sings tall tales with intricate detail, weaving major falsehoods about the nature of her relationship with him.
her words describe his love confession, demanding they be together because he couldn’t bear a day without her. she didn’t fail to mention how his sister adores her and refers to her as ‘my future sister-in-law.’
the outlandish narrative lasts with an overt nudge about his frequent visits to her dressing room after every show, which you tune out due to its unsavory implications.
most women would have risen from their seats, confronting her for spewing fantasies about their lover; not you, though. instead, you stay rooted in your place, your curiosity piqued for what else she might spin.
you were engrossed, and if you were to be fully honest, you would’ve readily admit to the guilty pleasure of eavesdropping on the mundane conversations of strangers. your penchant for gossip was shared with your lover, turning it into an unusual pastime. it was a fun exchange of information over cups of coffee or tea, normally ending with one of you left scandalized by what was said. archons, were you excited to tell him about what you overhead…
“do you swear not to say a word about this to another living soul?” her voice hushed to a near whisper, but it still carries to those within earshot.
“of course! right, ladies?” one of the women quips, with the other two chiming in agreement, creating a chorus of “yes!” and “we’ll keep quiet!”
“if you say so…” she takes a deep breath, as if the weight of her revelation was a heavy burden about to be lifted. “lyney and i are dating…” her shoulders then turn slack, exhibiting the instant wave of relief that washes over her.
you couldn’t help it; a snort of amusement passes your lips. it earned you a few disapproving glances from the nearby patrons, chastising your lack of propriety in a public setting.
she embarks on an exhausting tangent, yakking on the long months she had to weather before she could have confided in her dear friends about her supposed private affair.
she emphasized how lyney insisted on maintaining it under wraps for over a year — eh, wrong! the twins met her for the first time five months ago — out of his desire to protect her from the clutches of obsessed fans and admirers.
the longer she spoke, the closer her stories cross into more ridiculous territory. at one point, she spun a yarn about his grandiose profession of love for their anniversary, including dedicating an entire routine inspired by her.
however, what left you scratching your head was the lack of skepticism from her friends. a quick read of her body language would’ve shone a light at her deception. it had you questioning whether you had somehow gone mad or if they were genuinely as dim-witted as they seemed.
“i knew it! no wonder you’ve been smiling a lot  lately!”
“ah, i’m so jealous~! sigh, he’s such a handsome man.”
“so romantic… i wish that was me!”
assessing the present circumstances, one might figure you would now reveal all of her lies. you didn’t. rather, you found yourself more inclined to watch and observe how this fiasco will play out.
you trust lyney, enough to know he loves you and wouldn’t pursue another woman behind your back, especially a woman he and his sister worked with. it allowed you to cast aside your initial worries about her and her interest in him. regardless of your opinion, she did her job well, even though you secretly wished she wasn’t so uncomfortably obsessed with him — a notion she made no effort to hide.
clearly, given what you were witnessing.
“oh, look, ladies! here he comes!” one of their voices pierces the air, overtly eager to see the ‘happy couple’ they were led to believe. conversely, lyney’s self-proclaimed lover appears to be positively distraught.
the man in question enters cafe lucerne, his gaze firmly laid on you. he shows little to no mind towards the group of women who shadow his every move. he walks by and greets you with a kiss on the cheek, taking the vacant chair in front of you.
“and how was your day, ma belle?” he removes his hat then runs his fingers through his hair — a simple gesture that left you swooning.
his charming demeanor momentarily distracts you from the comedic disaster unfolding in the background.
it was a tumultuous stir of “huh… who’s that?” and “gasp, is he cheating on you?” while the two of you converse in mindless chatter. one second, he was recounting his chores for the day; and the next, three indignant women loom over him whereas the source of this mayhem cowers in the back.
“ugh, the audacity to have a mistress and meet her in broad daylight! you have no shame!”
he glances from you to them, genuine bewilderment etched upon his face. “i beg your pardon?”
“oh, don’t play dumb! you know exactly what you’re doing!” another of the women upturns her nose at him.
witnessing the heated back-and-forth, it was remarkable to find that even arouet was invested in the drama.
it transforms into a three-versus-one impasse, but you were impressed by how gracefully he navigated through their baseless accusations. the culmination of the situation came when recognized his ‘lover’ and didn’t hesitate to call her by name, pressing answers for the lies she’d been spreading to her friends.
“i think you’ve all been misled, the only woman i’m seeing is this lovely one right here.” he turns then directs the gentlest of smiles at you.
unable to resist the itch, you finally laugh at the sudden turn of events. karma was indeed on the prowl, and to be a bystander for the incoming argument after she made a fool out of her friends, just to feed her delusion, was gratifying… for one of you, at least.
“care to tell me what just happened?” lyney tuts, his fingers extending across the table to grasp your hand in his, urging to draw your focus on him.
“later,” you mutter, absorbed by the evolving spectacle. it’s obvious you both will spend the whole evening discussing this…
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from the very start, you weren’t one to rejoice in having any eyes on you. it was natural your bond with the one and only wanderer flourished discreetly.
this change in your life required no announcement. it wasn’t information that demanded broadcasting to the world; it could exist on its own if someone were to ask, you’d directly confirm the status of your relationship. otherwise, you find it irrelevant to insert this in areas where it held no relevance.
in the comfort of your solitude, you thrive, cocooned from nosy onlookers. your happiness, his happiness — these two were what truly mattered to you.
as time flowed by, your connection deepened, evolving into a union that grew stronger with each passing moment you shared. it was a sensation both of you held dear, a genuine and keen emotion that, if you dare to admit, could be called ‘love.’
of course, you weren’t ignorant to assume that your journey would be obstacle-free. beyond his undeniable intellect and esteemed role as the assistant and confidant of the dendro archon, he also began to draw attention for his otherworldly beauty.
you were aware that you might coming across his admirers one day. after all, you weren’t oblivious to the wistful glances sent his way by other women, nor the coy attempts at flirtation. still, you hadn’t taken into account the unusual lengths some individuals would go to win even a sliver of his time and attention.
it was painful to watch their efforts be met with a scoff or a withering frown. on a good day, they might receive nothing more than a mocking, “what do you want now?” from him.
on a sun-drenched afternoon, you find yourself perched on the steps leading to the sanctuary of surasthana whilst you await his return from his meeting with lesser lord kusanali.
yet, the tranquility of the sacred place was soon interrupted by an unexpected revelation — you weren’t alone. a trio of researchers positioned themselves near the entrance, their presence blends into the revered location, evoking no more notice than the everyday sights that surround you.
the sunlight dances upon your skin as you, absentmindedly, fiddle with your bracelet, a habit that had taken root over the years. the food container you had brought stays on your lap, and you can feel its warmth gradually dissipate. a frown on your face as you whisper a plea that he arrives before the snacks you prepared grew cold.
your gaze strays and locks onto one of the women standing nearby. suspicion dripped from her eyes, it lingers far longer than you liked. at first, you considered it a peculiar coincidence — perhaps she mistook you for someone else she knew?
unable to contain her curiosity, she approaches you with an air of authority, disregarding her friends’ endeavors to stop her from creating a scene.
“state your business,” she dictates, her tone icy.
you stand unwavering, refusing to yield an inch in the face of her bid to intimidate you. “if you must know, i’m here for wanderer.”
your words invoke a profound reaction within her, it coursed through her like an attack. “well, save your breath and don’t waste your time bothering him.”
“why not? who even are you to tell me what i should do and shouldn’t do?” your cadence steady and colder than hers, a testament to the time you spent with your dear wanderer — it seems to be paying off.
you expected her to either insult you or begin a monologue about her superiority as a researcher, but her reply took you by surprise.
“i’m his lover, duh! i don’t appreciate you flirting with him.” then, in a single motion, she confiscates the container from your grasp.
glances were exchanged amongst her peers, who advance to mediate the interaction. one of them pulls her away and positions himself between you. “i’m sorry for her behavior, miss. her sleep deprivation has her spouting nonsense.”
“i am not! there are clear signs he feels the same way. we’re dating; he’s just very reserved about his emotions.”
before it can escalate further, a familiar voice slices through the tension like a blade. “where have you been?” he chides, as he descends the steps.
beneath his hat, you spy the glaring discontent he directs at these strangers for taking your time away from him.
when your eyes locks, his gaze softens. the sour expression dissolves and was replaced by a flicker of warmth. you offer a reassuring smile in his direction, a gesture that noticeably eases his mind.
he was a stride away from you when she, flaunting a smirk, stops in front of him. you lay a hand over your lips to quash your laughter after spotting the look of disgust he tosses at her.
“wanderer, honey!” she tries to touch his arm but fails when he sidesteps her. “don’t worry, i already handled this pest to lessen the burden for y—”
“who are you?” he sneers, and the haughty look on her face instantly disappears. she attempts to stutter a response, an effort to remind her title as his lover, but his menacing gaze he wore silences her.
“moreso, who are you to advise my wife what to do?”
eh? his wife?
“your wife?!” her friends turn pale, realization dawning upon them. they shiver at the thought of unintentionally crossing him, all thanks to her behavior.
“i-i just thought…”
“well, you thought wrong; know your place.” in a last display of irritation, he shoots them a cutting glare. then, he seizes the food container from her grip, his fingers then intertwine with yours as he guides you away from them.
as you walk away hand-in-hand, you cast a quick glance at her and stick your tongue out to mock her.
“i saw that,” he snickers and tugs you along, nearly causing you to stumble, “and you say i’m mean.”
“don’t get all smart, you called me your wife earlier.”
“shut up! it was meant to end the conversation early.”
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