#all day e'ry day

[hottakehoulihan]

Okay, time to do a change again. Sometimes your health requires you to go outside, or eat, or sleep, or bathe, or find someone to hug. I could use all those things but also I need to block the internet off for a while and do some art consumption and creation.

I updated my pinned and the tl;dr is I'll talk to (and listen to) you good folk in a bit.

I'll miss stalking your entries. Do something pleasant, self indulgent, and healing please. tl;dr: Taking a few days off e'ry week again starting meow.

[norman-heckin-polk]

Oh iI would DEFINITELY like to hear some Sammy stories please

well, i got plenty! despite how things went wi' th' prophet, me 'n lawrence were friends... kinda. we tolerated eachother 'n 'ats as close as y' really got t' friendship wi' th' guy.

a lot o' stories i got o' him involve one or both o' us bein' massive assholes, but 'at was jus' how we were.

le'see here...

he got real creative wi' his insults. i keep a note on m' phone wi' e'ry weird one i remember. includin' these gems:

"you play like a brick going through a fucking divorce"

"your playing sounds like you put a mockingbird through a meat grinder."

"your tuba sounds like a sexually frustrated bagpipe. tune your fucking instrument."

"my grandma can play better than you and shes missing a hand."

"tune your fucking violin, it sounds like a macaw being given a rectal exam."

hm... ive dropped a projector on 'em. twice. cant remember what we was arguin' 'bout, but i thought it was hilarious. i had t' stay late 'n fix 'at damned thing. worth it.

one time th' stairwell flooded, as it did frequently, 'n he was complainin' all fuckin' day 'bout it. so when we walked over there t' check if it had been drained, an' it still hadnt, he started complainin' again. so i said "why dont ya go try 'n fix it yerself?" 'n then i pushed 'em down th' stairs 'n started laughin' hysterically.

heres a few things ive said t' him, jus' t' be a dick, 'cause it was funny, as well as his responses

me - "oh god, what happened? oh wait, 'ats jus' yer face. sorry" him - "fuck off."

him - "do you EVER pay attention??" me - "sorry, what was 'at? i wasn' listenin'." him - "god DAMN IT" (i was listenin', i jus' liked annoyin' him.)

"have y' ever considered gettin' a traumatic brain injury? i think itd suit ya." cant remember what he said t' that.

"y'know, youd be real fun t' be around if ya jus' stopped talkin'."

well, theres a couple! if y' want more feel free t' ask.

[maplemonarchy]

My best little attempt to make the post into Piano Man.

There's girl in the corner who cried all night because she feels so alone There's a man working hard, overqualified But he is still living at home [Harmonica] And a grad who already has a car, And a house, and a job waiting for him While the barista who works e'ry day of the week Just to care for his kids! Oh, la, la-la, di-dee-da La-la, di-dee-da da-dum Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we are not alone, but we're all so alone Do you understand me alright?

Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me

[rainsmediaradio]

Eminem ft. Juice WRLD - Godzilla Lyrics

Eminem ft. Juice WRLD - Godzilla Lyrics Intro Ugh, you're a monster Verse 1: Eminem I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walking around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the Same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisier (Hey, hey) In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (Ayy) This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the Chorus: Juice WRLD with Eminem Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Verse 2: Eminem I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Had 'em just appalled, did so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with a missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Chorus: Juice WRLD with Eminem Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Verse 3: Eminem If you never gave a damn (Ayy), raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyer I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah) Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well So they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari 'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'em Swearing up and down they can spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (Monster) Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil, that means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people Is my 'Gangsta Bitch' like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade I'm finna kill 'em and dump all their fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliterating everything, incinerate a renegade I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me outta me You don't wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me And be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you, bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable I'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full I'm not afraid to pull a— Outro: Eminem Man, stop Look what I'm plannin', haha Read the full article

[jude-thedude98]

Little Bicycles

By Mr. PoetAll

Inspired by the Harry Styles Full Concer 1p/23/22 on Los Angeles on YouTube

Personal Message toHarry: Thank you mate for teaching me to believe in myself.

VIDEO CONCEPT: Video starts out with two kids learning how to ride bikes separately in their own driveways and gradually goes on to them learning how to ride together. Then goes on by them falling off their bikes, getting scrapes, and bandaid, and snacks, encouragement, and kisses by their parents to make them feel better.

Video goes on to having one kid go down a long road and then possibly coming back in a few different scenes showing growth in age with two kids and their bikes but the difference is the one kid who stays true to himself has very little if any bruises and the other kid who goes off into the world and comes back in many different age growing scenes he has bruises and marks all over that gradually grows with each scene. But with each scene that when the one overly bruised kid leaves his other friend the overly bruised is always healed when he leaves down the hot hill of horizon. The one kid loves his friend but the other kid is denying the love that he has for his friend and denying himself because of what the outside world down the hill has shown him. So maybe shots of that kid too in his growing years of the things he goes through. Drugs, rape, abuse. Then scenes of the other kid growing also going through trials but none as bad because of his loyalty to the little bicycles. So maybe a silent small message on each bike. And a little bell bling at the end of the video as either they stay together and either have their own kids to ride little bicycles or one or both gives up throws away their little bicycles.

Little bicycles

— if we keep drivin'

We'll make it one day

But this pain

Of being a cyclist

Rotation exhaustion from exercises

If we just keep drivin'

We'll make it one day

Diggin deep to forget about the strain.

Som'ere we lost training wheels

These things kept us from elbow scabs, kissin' boo-boos

S,and knee akids

We did, too many dangerous things as kids.

But they say

Love is a wreck less game

So why wear a helmet?

Only framed in sorries and drunken regrets

Talks to the moon

Cause only Luna knew the real you.

Us two

Was too bright for the sunshine

So in the night you'd come o'er

Tell me lies of how you missed me

— and I would always return the same

But this wheel exchange

This wheel exchange

Mind numbin' card spokes in

Repetition

You'd slip past thresholds I built

Special armed forçes

I'd tell myself I'm going to make him climb up the hill

But e'ry time I saw your face

Besmirched by the world

I'd always give you a hot meal and warm place

But I can't keep ridin'

These little bicycles are too small for us

Grown hearts still fall apart with worn out legs

And I'm tryin'

But oushin' on is causin' too much blood drippins and bend aweatin'

Intense cryin'

But baby all I ever wanted to show

I'd ride the Tour de France

For you

These little bicycles

Now changes

But in every bump, I'm still here through every exchange

This wheel of life

Turns round n round

No matter the handlebars, hold on to this sound

I will always flip you upside down

Leaving you broken is unacceptable so

You come to my shop with your little bicycles and I'll fix you

Because

*sounds of fixing a bike*

I love you!

*Rides out the bike store back down the hill into the hot horizon*

[hungry-4-both]

All day, e'ry day.

[norman-heckin-polk]

huh. randomly missin' jack right now. not sure why. might as well share some memories o' 'em.

-at one point jack had made a bet (jokingly) sayin' that i had a third eye hidden under my bangs, an' said 'at was how i knew e'rything goin' on in the studio

-he was always th' first one t' defend a new hire when lawrence would start complaining/berating 'em. (he also did 'at constantly fer franks, 'cause lord knows those two had th' weirdest rivalry, aside from franks 'n his own boyfriend)

-he was from florida, an' wow you could tell.

-i was exactly one foot taller 'an him. (he was 5'2, i was 6'2)

-he was one o' the few people who not only didn' engage in spreadin' rumors 'bout me bein' trouble, he actively told others t' knock it off

-he wore a sweater vest almos' e'ry goddamn day. even in summer... he looked good in it, though!

-he was a mom friend. it doesnt matter 'at he was a man. gender is fake, 'an "dad friend" is a whole other vibe

-really good sense o' humor, 'n one o' the few people who got, an' enjoyed, my jokes.

-called franks "chomper" a few times, which was accurate. 'at kid bites. (/aff)

-all three o' us (me, lawrence, 'n jack) had shit parents... but 'at was kinda normal fer the '30s, wasnt it?

-i startled 'em a few times by talkin' when he hadnt realized i was in th' room, but he always laughed 'bout it after.

-not th' best singer, but a shockin'ly great dancer.

-his voice wasn' usually like what ya hear in his audio log. he had a clothespin on his nose when he recorded 'at.

'ats all i got fer now.

[honorhearted]

💏 (Gemmaaaaa)

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours… / @enastrcs  8. …in secrecy.

With the sun dipping low in the sky, Ben made his way across camp with purpose. Now that Gemma was within his care (unbeknownst to the rest of camp, of course), he felt it his unsung duty to check in on her day-to-day progress. Or at least, that had been his intention until he saw her fussing about with a tinderbox.

Gemma stooped over on her haunches, leaning over the wood she was trying to light with purpose. Discreetly, his gaze drifted toward her curve of her bottom, then promptly snapped back up to the top of her head, almost as if he believed he could somehow be seen.

He cleared his throat. “Soldier!” he exclaimed, gathering the attention of a few passersby. “A word, please?”

Ben affected a sound of sternness, hoping that the hard slant to his face was also genuine. When Gemma rose and followed him toward her quarters, he felt a restless ache slowly forming within his gut, twisting and writhing until it could no longer be ignored.

The moment they stepped inside the tent, Ben spun her around and crashed his mouth into hers, drinking her in with a dip of his tongue as he tangled his fingers through her hair. Still kissing Gemma fiercely, he bit on her lower lip and roughly angled his face into hers, his free hand slipping between her thighs before rubbing against the fabric there. Slowly, Ben drifted his lips toward her neck and a low, husky chuckle caught in his throat. “This almost feels depraved,” he whispered. “No one else knows you’re a woman, so if someone were to walk in, I’d have a bit of explaining to do.”

[pencil-urchin]

All day, e'ry day

eli vanto wakes up and wonders what the fuck thrawn is gonna get them court-martialled for this time

[rbeljedi]

as a reminder ren is the only person bold enough to pick up Mirax Terrik and you should follow her @pulsarskate

[taronunwin]

gencest! my favorite too....

I assume that just means non-incest brother loving? Amen! :)

[distantwoomi]

Runaway!Dreamtale

This AU variant was made by @mcnotok or @runaway-dreamtale

Original Dreamtale was made by @/jokublog

I do not own the characters, just the writing. Please do not claim my work as yours.

Dearest Dream,

I apologize for þe message. I want you to know þat I love you. We will always be bounded. Togeþer forever. Life is just a river wiþ a very strong current, you know I can't swim. I feel like I'm drowning, constantly, I don't know how to stop it. I want everyþing to stop, figuratively and literally. I wish þe world worked in my favor. þey favor you! You can have a perfect life, I want you to have þat with no obstacles. I know I can be a burden. I want to ease your stress, relieve all þe weight from your shoulders, hold your hand throughout all your struggles, rest your head on my shoulders and wipe you tears away. All of þis sounds so farfetched, mainly because it is. I know þat we have no chance grabbing þat paradise.

I guess þis is goodbye, I hope we meet in anoþer life. I sign þis wiþ all my love.

Yours eternally, Nightmare ☆

That was all they left. One small, disoriented, letter. Dream trembled staring at the note, their hands instinctively squeezing shut. Their jaw clamped shut, they had no words. Everything was a whirlwind, the world around them crumbled. Their world was now gone, their sibling was gone.

Loud, rampant, knocks on the wooden door disturbed Niel's sleep. It was late at night, who would be awake? Niel groaned and sluggishly stepped towards his front door.

"Who would be up at this hour..?" Niel grumbled as he opened the door. The wooden door opened with a screeching creak. Niel stared. He was at a loss for words. What else would you be once there's a sobbing, shaking kid on your doorstep?

"...Kid?..." Niel looked Dream up and down, "What happened...?"

Dream babbled, it was hard to articulate the situation in words. Niel tried everything to calm them down, breathing exercises, drinks, everything. Dream's quivering hands held out the paper to Niel. He accepted it reading every syllable.

Niel shook reading the letter. This really happened, their found family lost a member. Niel immediately assumed it was a suicide note. His tears fell, glistening the paper. It felt like his soul was torn out and shatteted. Possibly even worse.

Nightmare ran. They didn't know where. They didn't know for how long. They just ran. Ran until everything disappeared. Ran until they couldn't. Ran until their drea-

Dream...

Nightmare stopped in their tracks staring at a soft glow of colorful lights resting over a small village. They seemed to be having a celebration? Maybe they could shelter Nightmare.

Nightmare walked for the remainder of the trail and stepped into a, very humble, village. They looked around, there was a ceremony going on? Or was it a ball?

"You're just in time! There's only a few minutes before the orbit begins!"

Nightmare turned to acknowledge the unknown voice. He was met with an owl monster.

"Oh! I must have mistaken you for someone, my apologies!" She seemed squeamish.

"It is no issue ma'am—"Nightmare gave her a small bow—"I do have a question though."

"And I may have an answer!" She squaked, quite literally.

Nightmare internally smiled, "What is all of this for?" They waved their hand around them pointing out the obvious elephant in the room.

"It is the moon ball! We have one e'ry full orbit!"

Nightmare nodded, "For New Year's, correct?"

"Practically! Hopefully you enjoy the celebration, the leader is goin' to speak soon."

Of course they had a leader here, one less job for Nightmare.

"I can't wait."

Nightmare sat in a library. It was owned by Ms. Holiday Wormwood, the owl monster who they had met. She let them rest in there and they would read day and night.

Nightmare sat checking out a book. They heard a crash followed by a thud. They immediately dropped the book and checked out the issues, clutching their sword tightly.

They walked to the room where the noise came from and saw nothing. They were skeptical. Nightmare turned to walk out and alert Ms. Holiday but they noticed shifting in the corner of their eye. A dagger flew across the room landing in the wall, slightly grazing Nightmare's face. Small drips of purple blood fell from their face as they turned.

They were met with two skeleton monsters, one extremely larger than the other. The large one had a large crack in his skull while the smaller one wore a hood and shawl. After quick thinking Nightmare drew their sword.

"State your name and purpose..." Nightmare spoke.

The hooded one stared, "And why?" His voice was chilling and low, naturally ending with a purr.

"I do not desire a fight nor desire hurting you. Name and purpose."

"Dust, just checking the place out..."

Nightmare turned their sword to the larger monster.

"The big guy's Horror. He don' talk." Nightmare nodded and held their sword at their side.

And with the worst timing Ms. Holiday walked in. A loud hoot filled every corner of the room. Horror instinctively stepped in front of Dust to protect the former.

"Calm Ms. Wormwood. They are just checking out the place."

"That's...great, Moonlight..." Sweat gathered on her brow, "Don't you boys go makin' messes of the place." The three nodded in cacophony.

Dust has made himself comfy in Horror's sweater, Horror had his arm wrapped around Dust. It got quite cold in the night and the heater had stopped working. Nightmare shivered white sitting by himself, weary of their new roomies.

"There's room for ya if ya wanna stop bein' a priss..." Dust had insisted the line several times, Horror always responded with a nod.

"I apologize for not trusting people who broke into the library, barely talk about themselves, and who I've barely known. We met three weeks ago, you're lucky Ms. Wormwood is compassionate..." Nightmare mumbled the last part.

Dust grumbled, "Don' pick a fight wit' me kid."

Horror defensively placed his hands in the air, it was his non-verbal signage of wariness.

"Ya really lucky I like the big guy." Dust simmered and leaned back into Horror. Horror gestured for Nightmare to join them but Nightmare continued to decline.

Hour three, so damn cold. Nightmare shivered. Maybe caving into their temptations wasn't so bad. They scooted towards the now sleeping duo of Horror and Dust. Nightmare leaned into Horror's lonesome side and rested their head in his arm.

"So you aren't dumb?" Dust had awoken a few seconds earlier.

Nightmare jolted, "When did you wake?" Their embarrassment was faint in their voice.

"I'm very alert, ya doin' aight? Ain't lookin' too hot." Dust stated.

"I'm fine, just startled." Nightmare's nod was squeamish.

Dust returned a nod and nestled back in Horror's sweater. Nightmare copies feeling Horror tense. Horror pulled the two others close to him, it calmed him.

Dust's eyes shut, "I care about ya too big guy..."

It has been weeks, still no answers... These outsiders made themselves at home..? How does that work. It all confused him. They were accepted after all the things they've done. They weren't from here, why should they resign here?

With a glitched sigh the intruder lurked back into the shadows of the surrounding forest. It confused him to even think. He hopped into a tree and made it to his makeshift hammock. It was made of blue threads and seemed stable, on the hammock rested a photo of four people. The glitch, two other skeleton monsters, and a human with pink hair. On the photo was a note, written in red ink.

'Miss you!'

[pencil-urchin]

All day e'ry day. 👉😎👉

Your daily dose of cat memes

[snake-and-mouse]

fuck, marry, kill:

gram, black, yok from not me

Oh heeeeellll yeah Imma no scope this shit!!!! Easy money bitches easy money!!!!

Okay kill Gram, just feckin, no hesitation we puttin him down like a lame horse. Specifically if we are talking about Gram in the context of the entire show after they for whatever reason took toddblack out back behind the barn and shot it in the head and at the same time assassinated every positive aspect of Gram's character. That whole mess with Eugene was Not It babes, absolutely not.

Fuck Black. This should surprise no one. Anyone who was witness to my utter devolution into penis delirious when Black exited coma pursued by his brother's sex life and straight up bodied like every single person he came across, yall know how dark those days got and exactly how much I want to do the full WAP lyrics for that man. Fuck Black all day e'ry day.

And last but not least offff cooouuurrrrseees! OF COURSE. WE MARRY YOK??? WHO WOULDN'T MARRY YOK???? HE IS SO MARRIAGE MATERIAL!!!! THAT'S WHY IT TOOK DAN LIKE TWO SECONDS AND ONE BACKGROUND CHECK TO BE DOWN BAD FOR HIM???? Okay I'll cut it out with the caps lock but seriously, yall had to see that coming, Yok’s existence in general is one of the few reasons I have left for living so getting to permanently and legally be his partner in crime and also get unlimited access to First's hot bod? Hell to the fuck sign me up!

Okay that is all carry on I hope that absolute diatribe of incoherency was what you were hoping for

[chowtrolls]

Tell me the routine bru

"Hah, 'kay."

"Can't shower e'ery day. Routinely shower Tuesdays 'n Thursdays. Only brush hair when it's wet, Angs' helps wit dat. Uses a shower comb t' get out any loose hairs."

"Only really shampoo Tuesdays, only th' scalp. Gotta rotate it out, too! can't use th' same one fer months. it'll mess it up. Use 'bout half th' bottle, swap it out. Conditioner e'ry shower. Also rotate it- don't use matchin' products, but typically keep t' shea butter conditioners. I also use a dye conditioner fer m' bangs, use that whenever th' greys lookin' harsh. Kinda mixed that m'self?? Works alrightie, jus' gotta use a lil more creme."

"Air dry only, sometimes I wrap m' head up in a shirt or somthin'. Helps wick moisture. Used a diffuser once 'n hated it. Recently Angs 'n Lych started braidin' it 'fore bed, usually just tied it in' a bun 'n let fate take over...Hm, I got a shit ton'a fuckin' curl cremes 'n stuff. Also rotate that out! Usin' th' same product just makes it all gross. Change it out. Right now I'm usin' this jelly stuff that melts int' water, real nice smellin' too! Fer th' days I ain't washin', I refresh wit a lil spray I made. Warm water 'n a few different staple cremes. Wake up, get hair damp wit' spray, shake 'er out."

"Truly th' magic comes from shakin' it out."

[runnerbynight]

Saw the salary of the job I want in DC...

And I know what the rent is like there...

So now I'm following blogs about living out of a van bc that looks like a nice option