#YAY YIPPEE NO HAT

[bungholio37]

NEW HATLESS TOM PIC

[bitedownme]

"If death is come to Alagadda, it will remain on his terms only."

[hamletphase]

spells to make her happy ✨

[hattiestgal]

Does anyone wanna draw my sona....

Look at this thang... does anyone wanna draw them...

[dizzybizz]

i cant stand him

[biblicalhorror]

The best thing about the star trek original series episode "A Piece of the Action" is how Captain Kirk does not even attempt to mask the fact that he is having the absolute time of his life the whole time

[goddesspharo]

TRINITY, PLEASE. [x]

[goofyahhcitrus]

Happy birthday to me

Happy birthday to me

Happy birthday dear Lemon

Happy birthday to me

*Clap clap clap clap clap*

*A plane crashes into my house.*

*All of the survivors celebrate my birthday with me*

*Will Wood is there*

*Yay we eat cupcakes and drink apple cider*

*As my age ticks upwards, I can feel something new flowing through my veins, something powerful.*

*It's...*

*It's...!*

*Arsenic. I was poisoned. RIP Lemon. F in the chat.*

[heartbeetz]

I love paying attention to minor details on my gayass husband's sprites. Btw.

[justwannaseeworld]

Inspired Bruce Willis

"Yippee ki yay"

[emily-graham-96]

"Yippee Ki Yay"

Makoto and Kyoko were gifted a pair of hats and well, Makoto likes his new hat at least!

This was based on the classic WWF segment from 2001, and if you understood the reference, you're a real one haha.

The artwork was drawn by l0_Barry (https://twitter.com/l0_barry) and I thank Barry for making this for me!

[reidsglasscs]

COWBOY LIKE ME

✸ pairing: jason grace x cowgirl!reader smau

✸ notes: this is a random ass prompt but i like it hehe 🤭 this was originally gonna be a leo one but then i found the first pic…cowboy wannabe jason it is

…now playing: our song—taylor swift

yn.ln: cuntry 🎀

tagged: j.grace

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ssmchsizzleee: JASON, SHE’S SOUTHERN AND GREEK, RUN FOR THE HILLS BROTHA 🗣️🗣️

╰┈➤ j.grace: too late 🤷‍♀️

╰┈➤ yn.ln: said the mf from TEXAS 😒

sunshinesolace: YEEHAW MOTHERFUCKERS ‼️🦅

╰┈➤ yn.ln: YEEHAW

j.grace: i think i pull of the princess cowgirl hat pretty well, if i do say so myself

╰┈➤ yn.ln: yes baby, you’re very pretty

╰┈➤ j.grace: 🤭

abchase: A WIN FOR US SOUTHERN GIRLIES 🤞🤍COWGIRL PARTIES 4EVER

╰┈➤ yn.ln: 4EVER AND EVER BETH

annabethsbf: i never wanna see a pair of boots ever again oh my fuck

╰┈➤ yn.ln: life was so much better five seconds ago before you commented this

honey.hazell: SAVE A WHO AND RIDE A WHAT

╰┈➤ annabethsbf: HAZEL NO HIDE YOUR EYES

╰┈➤ honey.hazell: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN

╰┈➤ yn.ln: hazel…sweetie no 😭

piedpiper: still can’t believe you pulled off a rodeo themed party

╰┈➤ yn.ln: you know i love me a good theme 😋

j.grace: SOUTHERN WOMEN ARE THE HOTTEST‼️

╰┈➤ annabethsbf: AMEN TO THAT BROTHER 🗣️

…now playing: stick season—noah kahan

j.grace: if the boot fits then wear it, or something like that

tagged: yn.ln

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annabethsbf: i cannot believe my eyeballs. she turned our roman yeehawy

╰┈➤ j.grace: yippee ki yay or whatever 🤠

piedpiper: do not country-afi noah kahan jason.

╰┈➤ j.grace: why must you have a problem with every little thing 😒

╰┈➤ piedpiper: i am no man’s peace.

yn.ln: MY CUTIE COWBOY ‼️🤍

╰┈➤ j.grace: I LOVE YOU COWGIRL 🫶

╰┈➤ yn.ln: I LOVE YOU TOO 🤭

╰┈➤ ssmcshizzle: GET A ROOM 🗣️🗣️

ssmcshizzle: don’t think i forgot the time i put MY cowboy hat on your head and you swatted it away like a fly 😒

╰┈➤ j.grace: well she kissed me after she put it there so i wasn’t gonna say NO

╰┈➤ ssmcshizzle: I COUPDVE DONE THAT IF I THOUGHT IT WOJLD WORK

╰┈➤ yn.ln: LEO GET AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND

abchase: the boot definitely didn’t fit but it’s okay bc you tried 😇

╰┈➤ j.grace: annie you’re supposed to be supportive of the country escapades 😔

ghostboy.nico: gods, they’re multiplying

╰┈➤ yn.ln: you love us southerners, we know ☺️

╰┈➤ ghostboy.nico: unfortunately

╰┈➤ sunshinesolace: thanks babe 🤩

j.grace uploaded a story!

@ annabethsbf replied:

SHE HAS YOU SAYING YALL NOW???

shhh, quiet city boy

said the kid raised by wolves

i will bite you.

@ ssmcshizzle replied:

yo is that my hat?

probably, considering i’m wearing hers

WELL CAN I HAVE IT BACK??

🤷‍♂️

@ yn.ln replied:

omg jay you’re tarnishing my mysterious cool girl reputation

you’re as mysterious as a glass window

that’s not true

i’m hot n sexy n mysterious

2 truths 1 lie

you suck

love you too honey 😚

[t1red-twilight]

southern belle

summary: yeehaw, yippee cay yay, howdy.

content/warnings: gn!reader, andrew!peter, cowboy!peter, fluff, slightly suggestive, inaccurate/romanticized farm life (i don’t live on a farm lol), a curse word(?), petnames galore

notes: this idea came to me in a dream and i wrote it in a haze

word count: 1.3k

masterlist p. parker masterlist

the sun beat down on the farm. even when inside the barn, the heat wafted through the wood roof and walls. the surrounding animals seemed to be in some sort of agreeable mood, as they too skulked around slowly.

the linen shirt you were wearing provided a sense of relief, as the material didn’t hold in too much heat close to your skin. as you wiped the sweat from your forehead, you stood to look out the open barn door to look and see if you could see peter out by the sheep.

both you and peter worked on this farm; the owners set up an agreement that in exchange for farm work, food, board, and a small wage would be provided. on top of this deal, the farm wasn’t too far from a small city where markets and things of the sort were held.

when you couldn’t see him, you turned back to your task at hand, distributing food the animals housed inside the barn. walking to the back of the barn to grab more seed while stepping over various rocks and other things that you didn’t want crushed into your boots, you heard a faint calling of your name.

you turned and squinted out the barn door into the sunlight. peter was lightly jogging toward you, a boyish grin spread across his face. he too had a sheen of sweat spread across his forehead. (you figured that you didn’t look as good as he did in the sweltering heat.)

you sped forward to meet him halfway. looking up into his eyes and returning his giddy expression, warmth filled your face. a couple of months in, peter and you had gotten together. it was a well known fact that the two of you were fond of each other and frequently snuck off together.

your dominant hand reached up to brush a piece of his soft brown hair out of his eyes. he gently grasped your hand and held it to his face. his other hand wiped the sweat off of his forehead, and oddly enough this motion incited an even more flustered response throughout you.

“hi, peter,” you just about whispered out at him.

“hi, my little southern belle.” his doe eyes almost twinkled. he removed his hat from atop his head and placed in on top of yours, gliding his fingers across the edge.

stepping closer to him you almost melted, and not just from the incredibly high temperature. “how are the sheep doing? diane running off again?” your thumb grazed his cheek rhythmically.

“you know she is, darlin’,” he followed and stepped closer to you.

a soft silence followed only filled with the surrounding animals making noises. it almost seemed like they were cooing at the both of you. peter reached upward and proceeded to wipe the sweat from your cheek.

“you want to do something later?” he shyly looked downward (briefly) before looking up at your eyes again.

the nervous expression was not lost to you. your hand moved lower to his jawline; you tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow. “you know i do, pete,” copying his wording from earlier.

your lips quirked upward and you inches closer to him. one of his hands lowered to your waist and the other continued to hold your hand to his face. you both felt and saw his head tilt to the right, and you emulated him.

time seemed to slow as your lips swept across his. he pulled away fleetingly, and leaned in again. his lips caressed yours at first before he pushed further inward.

you tilted your head again to slot his lips against yours ever so slightly. his hand occupying your waist untucked your shirt and slid up your shirt. his body heat didn’t bother you in the slightest. if any of the other farm hands were to see you, you’d both likely be lost for words and dart in the opposite direction. luckily enough, no one was to be found.

peter’s tongue gingerly stroked your upper lip. you parted your lips slightly, just to feel him tenderly enter your mouth. you sighed at this gesture. you began to repeat his actions once again before he pulled apart, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

your torso was widely tugged closer to his. you tilted your head to push closer to him; he huffed into your mouth in response to this. peter’s hand located on your jaw moved backwards toward your hairline. his fingers tightened slightly and pulled your hair as you continued to kiss him fervently and lick into his mouth.

he left some open mouth kisses along your throat and jaw. your head tipped backward and your leg wrapped around his calf. his hand moved up your back.

he pulled apart again, this time in an effort to gaze into your eyes. seeing as your head was still tilted back, he moved your face back down and stroked you upper cheekbone to urge your eyes open. his upper hand moved to pet your hair down in an effort to tame it.

a voice called fro out in the field. “petey boy! we have to get back to work. you can’t spent all afternoon swooning over your ‘doll,’ you know.” ugh, it was the owner. unfortunately, he was right. even though he was easy going, you both had to keep your jobs. peter removed his hand from the flesh of your waist and tried to smooth the fabric of your shirt.

“alright, honey bunches,” he murmured. “we have to get back to work, so it seems.” a pout shone across his face. you covered your mouth as you laughed softly.

your hands altered position and stroked his shoulders in (somewhat false) pity for you two. “so it seems, my love.”

although you acted like this separation was permanent, it was only for the rest of the work day. when the heat dimmed and the sun set, you would both reunite as if you hadn’t seen each other in decades. some might call it a honeymoon phase, but you prayed it would last forever.

leaning into him and closing your eyes in a dramatic manner for what seemed like an eternity, you finally replied once more. “okay love bug. we should really get back to work again.” a pause filled the sauce between you. “i’ll see you later, yeah? got any ideas?”

the hot air appeared to resume despite the fact that it had never ceased to begin with.

“i think some of the other farmhands are lighting a bonfire tonight? that somethin’ you’d be interested in joining me for?”

you looked down at your boots in false thought. “well, i guess i have nothing going on later,” you teased. the look on his face temporarily showed worry at this response. “just kidding. i’d go anywhere if i know you’d be there, honey.”

his sigh of relief was audible and his form relaxed instantaneously. “okay, perfect. i’ll pick you up from your room around 8-ish? that sound good?”

peter was just about it off by the familiar going at him again: “pete! i mean it! the sheep need to be sheared later today.” you covered your mouth to hide your laugh this time.

you retorted, “i won’t hold you captive anymore, honey,” and pushed him playfully in the direction of the open barn door.

he held up his hands in defeat. “i’m goin’, i’m goin. see you at 8, sugar?”

“promise. see you then.” you smiled so hard you were sure you looked clownish. you were sure you were bright red as you removed his hat and held in front of yourself as some sort of offering. he took it graciously and returned it to sit on his brown tufts of hair. you wiggled your fingers in a wave motion.

he walked backwards out of the barn, an you gazed at him lovingly. sure enough, if anyone saw you you’d have hearts instead of your eyes.

you turned back to walk towards the seed for the chickens (or whatever was you were doing) and remembered something.

peter had untucked your shirt, in a coy act. that cheeky bastard. quickly, you tucked the back of your shirt in.

oh, how you couldn’t wait to see him later.

[jupitererror]

GASP IM ALIVE AGAIN hey uh take mudford hat took 9 hours yippee yay i love this funky dude

might die again, who knows! not me!

[sh00ting-4-st4rz]

[the alien tumbled out of a vent, covered in dust. they looked roughed up, with their hat being dirty and their skin being scraped and cut. they looked up at comet.]

" .. h-hello ? hey ? please ... no more hurties .. or scariness ... "

[they shuddered.]

( @chloro-yippee-yay )

Oh hey there little fella, I won't hurt ya. You need some medical supplies?

(Comet spoke softly to Chloro, not wanting to scare them. He held out a hand to them, and tucked his hair back so they could see his right eye... thinking perhaps seeing something similar to the galaxy would put them at ease)

Anything you can eat? Like human food or?

[flesh-cousin]

gives you a party horn to go with the hat

“Yay! Yippee!”

*It seems to like the party horn. They’re now repeatedly blowing it.*