#blowoff

[bang-bang-gang]

thunder rosa has been so good lately i’m falling in love with her again

[jupiterjunebug]

Like i get hypothetically why were mad abt it. But also having a match thats got guys who can cut a ring promo at the end hyping the ppv, and that contains at least one dude people give a shit abt, on the free show encouraging you to spend 50 bucks is. I dont think a bad strat

[jaevy]

pdfs from other universities are CARRYING my ass through computer organization and architecture 😭😭😭 thank you university of washington and university of california irvine 😭😭😭😭😭 i may not be a student for either of these but trust that i am learning from them (instead of my own class 👁️👁️)

[butchlifeguard]

my parents calling my brother fat in front of me is so fucking annoying. first of all who gives a shit second do you think this makes me feel safe around you

[fagrackham]

being unemployed is crazy its like ok now what

[trendfag]

SLAYYYYYY

[flightybuttlass]

blowoff

[2017r35]

1995 nissan skyline gtr (bcnr33)

hks 2.8 stroker kit step 2

hks vcam step 2

hks type r intercooler

hks oil cooler

hks sqv iv blowoff valve

hks gtiii 4r turbocharger

hks gtii 60mm external wastegate

[vomitdodger]

You think you hate gun grabber RINO Dan Crenshaw enough but you really don’t.

11 min video worth looking up and watching. Eddie Gallagher talks about his whole “war crimes” charges. Reminder he was found not guilty and the whole thing was BS from the start. Video chronicles the numerous ways he was denied constitutional rights (reminiscent of the Jan 6 crowd), the countless times they sought out globalist Crenshaw for help and subsequent blowoffs, how Crenshaw actively worked against him with politicians (Jan 6 yet again) and “Dan was trying to kill me”. Also discusses how another SEAL, David Goggins also slayed Crenshaw after lying to him (Goggins).

Crenshaw is complete trash and there’s a reason the entire SEAL community wants nothing to do with him. Enough said right there.

Video ends with good sum up for voting: know the candidate. Just because they were military, Purple Heart, SEAL, etc doesn’t mean a thing without principals and honor. Crenshaw has none. At least not now.

[dryonsenpai]

I hope I’m not so sudden about this, but… I am, just like you, extremely close to uninstall WHB from my device. There’s nothing to do there unless farming for materials, there’s no way to get the new characters for free (only after waiting the three months time, killing all their hype), the main story is not updated, the events are short… Not to mention how huge the game is, I believe it is about 14GB by now, what is completely insane for me. Their emphasis on Nightmare Passes is a huge blowoff for me as well, since I am f2p and can’t spend in the game. The only thing that was keeping me in it was the Pancake shop because I was farming red keys for Lucifer Selfie card, but there’s not even that anymore. Are you feeling like this, too? If not, what are your thoughts about it?

I totally feel like this as well

Their first fiasco was the angels' event & it seemed like they fixed it. But now we are here waiting for them to give us what they promised (comics on social media, friend system, new chapter every 3 months...)

Then, Beelzebub bath on the nightmare pass makes no sense cuz Satan, Mammon & (soon) Levi are standard banner cards. That is the moment when we realised that they are telling f2p players to fuck off cuz they don't need us. Hun, you do need us

But they're not that dumb. The boycott ends the 20th (today) & one day before that they released Belphegor, coincidence? I don't think so

The worst part is that they see socials, they check e-mail, post a lot of thirst traps without addressing any issue or complaint of the players. If they're still deciding they could've made a mini post saying so & we wouldn't feel so ignored

Seems like their favourite king is Mammon cuz they're full of greed. The game has become a literally only p2p game & that sucks cuz the game is one of the best NSFW games I've ever played & I bet a lot of people think the same, but the company's decisions are making it unplayable & just something to waste storage space

I have a lot to say about this, but this is just a quick summary

[jupiterjunebug]

man 2point0 rly kings of the jobbers. split them up and made them singles guys and so far DESPITE their matches being ones based strongly in a traditional underdog feelgood story theyre just eating shit and dying badly all day every day

[punchurlightsout]

read the eltingville club yesterday and thought it’d be funny to make 1 of teh intro thingz 4 my s/i :3 (tumblr made it really blurry and also made teh lighting look bad so you might have 2 zoom in 2 read it/look at teh other stuff o__O)

way too much bonus s/i lore under teh cut ^__^

———————————————————————— I told myself I wouldn’t make an s/i for the eltingville club but then I accidentally started making lore for him so here’s my (very not serious and only one time) eltingville s/i. This is Mikey Alpine! He’s the newest kid in Eltingville and applied to join the club as soon as he learned about it cuz he loves horror + comics :] Obviously he had no idea what the club was like when he applied and Jerry was the only one to stick up for him when the four of them heard someone new wanted to join. They didn’t want him in because he was a gay emo jerkoff (-Bill) and only read indie crap (-Josh) and was just lying about having watched all of those movies to seem cool (-Pete), but Jerry convinced them to let him in because they could probably get him to host DnD night at his house now that they were banned everywhere else. Mikey was initiated under the blowoff title “Secretary of Bands (and Gay Shit)” and was kicked out after 1 1/2 days of being used by them being in the club because they found out he wore guyliner. Lame.

[thestraggletag]

this is @rumbelle-scream! i've been in love with rumbelle since sept. 2023, and i missed getting The Thing when i first started!!!

as a rumbeller 🫡 may i please ask for The Thing? 🥹

One The Thing coming right up!

WELCOME TO RUMBELLE, YOU SWEET SUMMER CHILD. I SEE YOU THERE, SO YOUNG, SO FRESH, SO WOOBIE. LET ME SLOWLY CLASP YOU TO MY BOSOM IN A MOTHERLY WAY.

NOW YOU STUMBLE AROUND, A LITTLE LOST RUMBELLE CHICK NEEDING LOVE AND GUIDANCE, TREMBLING WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND BOTTLED-UP FEELS. NEVER FEAR, FOR WE’LL TAKE YOU IN, SINCE YOU HAVE BECOME

ONE OF US.

WE HAVE TEA, FOR YOUR SHATTERED FEELS. WE KNOW IT HURTS, WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE. MOST OF USE JUST DUMP A LOT OF VODKA INTO THAT TEA. IT’D BE EASIER TO JUST DUMP A TEA BAG INTO A BOTTLE OF SMIRNOFF, TO BE HONEST.

HERE, DEARIE, ARE SOME GIFS I BRING FORTH TO YOU SO YOU CAN BLOG ABOUT YOUR FEELS, AND HOW RUMBELLE RUINED YOUR LIFE AND YOU LOVE IT. TAKE THEM, DON’T BE SHY. YOU WILL NEED THEM, YOUNG PADAWAN. THEY WILL BECOME YOUR NEW LANGUAGE. BE WARNED, LITTLE ONE, FOR THEY ARE OF A SPOILERY NATURE THAT MIGHT HURT YOUR WEE EYES. THEY’RE ALSO AWESOME, SO YOU SHOULDN’T STARE AT THEM DIRECTLY.

LIKE AN ECLIPSE.

OR RUMPLE’S LEATHER PANTS.

AND SINCE THIS IS A PRETTY COMPLEX FANDOM I DIRECT YOU TO A WELCOME PAGE SO YOU CAN GATHER YOUR BEARINGS AND EXPLORE MORE OF THIS MAGICAL LAND OF CHIPPED CUPS AND SEXY SCALY MEN. IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS THERE YOU’LL FIND ANSWERS. IF NOT YOU CAN ALWAYS SEEK THERUMBELLE TAG, AND POST QUESTIONS THERE. RUMBELLERS ARE ALWAYS THERE TO ANSWER.

ALWAYS. RUMBELLERS DON’T SLEEP.

IF YOU FEEL THE NEED FOR SOME LOVELY VISUAL REPRESENTATIONS OF THE UTTER PERFECTION THAT IS THIS SHIP I DIRECT YOU TO THE RUMBELLE ARTTAG, WHERE MANY TALENTED PEOPLE POST TALENTED THINGS THAT PRODUCE BOTH AWE AND ENVY.

AND LAST, AND THIS IS WHAT I’M KNOWN FOR…

WE.

HAVE.

PORN.

NO, NOT LIKE OTHER FANDOMS. NOT SOME PORN. NOT ANY PORN. WE HAVEALL THE PORN.

ALL OF IT.

EVERY KINK.

EVERY FANTASY.

EVERY POSITION.

FOOD SEX, PEGGING, BONDAGE, S&M (BUT THE REAL TYPE, NO INNER GODDESSES, ALL KINKY FUCKERY), CANE PORN, PRIEST PORN, CANNIBAL PORN, SHADOW!SEX, DADDY!DOM, DOM/SUB, BLOODPLAY, MIRROR-SEX, PREGNANCY KINKS, POWER-SEX, INTERSPECIES SEX, LACTATION PORN, DAGGER!PORN, RAPTOR!PORN, MAGICAL SEX AND MANY MORE.

WE GOT THE SORT OF STORIES WHERE THE DARING SWORD FIGHTS, MAGIC SPELLS AND PRINCES IN DISGUISE ARE EASIER TO BELIEVE IN THAN WHATEVER TANTRIC, MARATHONIC SEX-A-TON RUMPLE AND BELLE ENGAGE IN DAILY IN FIC, WHICH DEFIES THE ENDURANCE OF THE HUMAN BODY AND THE LAWS OF PHYSICS.

I DIRECT YOU NOW TO MY FANFIC REC LIST, WHERE YOU SHALL FIND MANY TREASURES. I ALSO GIVE YOU A REC LIST OF REC LISTS (A LIST-CEPTION, SO TO SPEAK). YOU CAN ALWAYS GO TO THE RUMBELLE FICTAG IF YOU FEEL YOU NEED MORE RUMBELLE PORN FICS IN YOUR LIFE. AND YOU WILL. AND IF YOU WANNA HIT THE MOTHERLOAD OF RUMBELLE FANFICTION CHECK OUT THE RUMBELLE LIBRARY, RIPE WITH DECADENT FICS FOR YOUR PERUSAL.

IN THIS FANDOM WE LIKE TO CELEBRATE WITH FIC, COPE WITH FIC AND START MASSIVE FIC WARS SO THERE ARE SEVERAL YEAR-ROUND EVENTS DESTINED TO BRING FORTH MORE RUMBELLE SEXYTIMES  MOMENTS: THE RUMBELLE SECRET SANTA (ORGANIZED THREE YEARS IN A ROW AND TOTALLING AROUND 350 FICS), FLOOFAPALOOZA (FOR WHEN YOU NEED TO GO ‘AWWW’ DESPERATELY), 50 FIRST HAMBURGER DATES (YES, WE GOT IT BAD), THERUMBELLE CHRISTMAS IN JULY (FOR THOSE LONG HIATUS MONTHS), THEMANTIS DAY MENAGERIE(BECAUSE OUR SMUT NEEDS MORE CREATURES IN IT), THE GREAT RUMBELLE BLOWOFF AND THE RUMBELLE SHOWDOWN. IT ALL CULMINATES WITH THE T.E.A. AWARDS, WHERE WE MOSTLY CONGRATULATE THE WRITERS ON ALL THE SEX, FLUFF AND TEARS (GREAT PLACE FOR NEWBIES TO ALSO SEEK FIC RECS!).

MIND THE SPOILERS, DEARIE.

BUT IF YOU’RE ALL CAUGHT UP YOU SHOULD TOTALLY CHECK THIS TUMBLR WHICH WILL HOLD PRECIOUS TREASURES SO YOU CAN SURVIVE THE SUMMER HIATUS WITH MOST OF YOUR SANITY INTACT.

WE AIM FOR REALISTIC GOALS HERE.

IF YOU HAVEN’T YET DELETED YOUR TUMBLR ACCOUNT AND MOVED TO A COUNTRY WITHOUT INTERNET CONNECTION THEN CONGRATULATIONS, YOU INDEED HAVE THE MAKINGS OF A GREAT RUMBELLER. AND YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT HERE.

NOW LET ME HOLD YOU GENTLY, SOFTLY, LOVINGLY.

Welcome to the fandom, dearie

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Obey Me Boys as Band Kids

Please note that these are personal things I've noticed in my time as a former band kid, and is not meant to be taken too seriously. I love all the sections equally and all the weirdos in them, haha. Anyways, go band kids! 💪

Inspired by the new event coming out! 🤗

Lucifer is a trumpet player. He’s got one of the biggest egos in the band and plays loud and proud even if he’s wrong (which is rare). Lucifer is that kid that takes his instrument home every single day to practice and shows off the next day. Takes band seriously, and is very popular among his peers. Mad that he didn’t get drum major position, but never shows it when asked. 

Mammon plays snare drum. Literally could use what’s left of his brain cells rattling around in his head instead. A troublemaker, probably gets betted to do stupid things every other week, which just causes more stress for the drum major and the band director. Though it makes for good stories later. One of the weakest marchers, loses the beat halfway and is now marching right, left, right…

Leviathan is a sax player, do not tell me he’s not. Most of the sax players I knew were NERDS, so dorky, but some of the funniest people you will ever meet. They’re either really popular or terribly socially inept, Levi falls on the socially inept spectrum. He’s not too serious, but not a total blowoff in the band. He plays super quiet out of fear of playing wrong, but if there’s a song he likes, he gets really into it. Probably one of those guys that puts the whole reed in his mouth and swishes it around to wet it as everyone else is appalled by it.

Satan is the drum major (me too 😊). Responsible and stressed, cordial with all, friendly with some. He knows the ins and outs of everything going on within the band, whether it’s gossip, inside jokes, the literal music itself (that’s a given), etc. He probably has little pow-wows with the section leaders where he gets his information, specifically the colorguard captain. Has a solid connection with the drumline.

Asmo is captain of the colorguard! Gossip and drama, and part of the band's discount Keeping Up With the Kardashians show (I swear that’s what it’s like). He’s a perfectionist, probably stays late after school to practice his routines. Has a meltdown at the smallest mistake, yells at others when they mess up. He’s definitely hit someone with a flag because they were in his way or in the wrong spot, iykyk. 

Beel is a tuba player. He probably keeps to himself, maybe befriending the trombone or trumpet players and opening up a little there. His mom brings the band snacks and food for games. New to band so he’s learning how to play and march properly. Still hasn’t learned to suck in his cheeks when he plays.

Belphie is a clarinet player (also me 💅). He’s probably a squeaker. Makes hard eye-contact with the drum major as he licks his reed wet with a sly grin just to mess with them. He’s a great player, he just needs to be louder, no one can hear him. Leans on his clarinet when his eyes get droopy when he’s sitting down. 

Diavolo is in the drumline, probably a bass or quad player. If he’s a quad player, there will never be a time you won’t hear him playing. Every five seconds he’s playing some part of the cadence, and somehow the rest of the drumline joins in. If he’s a bass player, he’s just a derpy guy who’s just there for a good time. Joins the tromboners in their mischief and jokes. 

Barbatos gives pit energy to me, think marimba and bells. He quietly practices in the back, waving his mallets over the notes so he doesn’t disturb anyone. Very attentive to the drum major and band director when they speak, never has an outburst of any kind. He’s responsible, and timely when preparing for a show. Probably keeps the drumline in check though. (Also plays cymbals during parades). 

Simeon is a flute player, specifically piccolo. He’s a beast on that thing, and so loud (watch your ears). Gossips and chats with the clarinet section, is an honorary member of that section too. I bet he has that flute pinky thing, iykyk. 

Solomon is… *sighs* a trombone player… He’s one of the guys in the back making “that’s what she said'' jokes when the director says something that can be twisted that way. Makes the whole band crack up at his funny quips. He’s a skilled marcher and is incredibly dedicated to the band. Sometimes empties his spit valve on other people’s shoes just to mess with them (think Lucifer specifically).

Luke is an aspiring trumpet player! He’s doing his best, so cheer him on when you can. One of those insecure, doesn’t want to be too loud trumpet players. But you can never be too loud…unless it says pianissimo…

[dalekofchaos]

I have no idea when Rhea will return. Maybe by September.

So I have a pitch. Liv is champion and succeeded into seducing Dom while Dom fully leans into his Guerrero heritage.

Rhea comes back and is out for blood.

In the return match between Rhea and Liv, Dom costs Rhea the match AND BOY IF YOU THOUGHT THEY HATE DOM NOW, THIS BOY IS GONNA START A RIOT TURNING ON RHEA

And finally in the blowoff match. It's Rhea and Liv in a last woman standing with Dom in a cage.

Rhea destroys Liv in the blowoff match and regains her title. Dom is lowered and is trying to play face and say he was always on his Mami's side and that he loves her. Rhea riptides the little shit to cement her babyface turn and NUCLEAR pop.

Mami is back on top.

[aligatorfishcave]

#2 - P.Z Little Sister

minimal use of y/n

In 3rd person cause i hate myself and cant write any other way

she/her but like, if you wanna ignore it please do

word count: 1307/1.3k

her love interest may or may not be inspired by top gun cause like challengers, I'm obsessed with it.

warnings: as far as I know there aren't any warnings, let me know if there are any and I'll add them, mostly just fluff, some flirting and maybe a bit of angst, also some swearing.

—

2007

—

It wasn't hard to tell when Patrick Zweig was on campus. At Stanford or Yale, he always made a ruckus, either fighting with his sister, flirting with Tashi or messing around with Art. 

Chaos incarnate.

He visited Y/N often enough but honestly it wasn’t hard to see how Patrick favoured Art and Tashi at Stanford over Y/N at Yale.

—

Y/N sat in the back of the lecture hall, chewing on her pen as the speaker explained his techniques for calculating the statistics behind the stock market. She stopped chewing on her pen long enough to quickly scribble down a few notes.

The hall wasn't exactly quiet. Although Yale was one of the most coveted colleges in the world, a fair amount of its students got in as legacies from previous students, teachers and even ancestors, if the kid was desperate enough. The statistics lectures were more of a blowoff class than anything else, people talking, doing their nails, eating, even throwing a football around. The few who were actually listening, sat near the back of the class, all keeping their distance from each other.

When she’d written her notes, the end of the pen went back into her mouth, her other hand tapping on her paper.

“Chewing on pens isn't good for you. The ink can explode and it really doesn't taste good.” A voice in front of her said. Each level of the seats and desks, going further back into the room were more elevated than the last, so Y/N had to look down and lean forward slightly to see who was talking to her.

In the seat in front of her, a woman with her hair pulled straight back into a tight bun sat, half turned around in her seat to look at Y/N with a grin.

“No shit Sherlock.” Y/N said, letting her pen drop onto the table. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nyla, nice to meet you sweetheart.” The girl, Nyla, said, still grinning at Y/N like she was god's gift to the world. She would probably like Patrick.

—

A few weeks after the class, after the two girls had exchanged numbers, they had been texting non-stop. 

That was exactly what Y/N was doing before someone decided to interrupt her.

“Y/N! Y/N!” A familiar voice yelled out, accompanied by two sets of feet stomping along the concrete as they made a bee-line for her. Patrick and Art.

She laughed slightly, slipping her phone into her pocket and standing up just before they practically tackled her into a hug between them.

“What are you doing here!” She laughed, wrapping her arms around the two boys.

“Surprise road-trip!!!” Patrick practically yelled, pulling his sister closer and spinning her around as Art laughed.

—

Two hours later Art and Patrick were sitting in the front seats of Patricks shitty old car with Y/N lying in the backseat texting Nyla.

“So. How's school?” Patrick said, glancing back at his sister. “Who are you texting?” He changed the question before she could even answer it.

“School’s fine and it’s none of your damn business who I’m texting.” She said, glaring at him without really looking away from her phone.

“Ooooo. Y/N’s got a boyfriend.” Art teased, essentially turning around fully in the passenger seat.

She rolled her eyes, shoving that little bit of guilt away for not correcting him, even though Nyla wasn't even her girlfriend, she couldn't bring herself to admit she liked a girl, her new friend, in a romantic way. “Piss off, Art. How’s Tashi?”

She knew it was a low blow, bringing up the girl that they both loved and desperately wanted. When neither of them answered, the silence loud, she laughed slightly, going back to scrolling on her phone.

—

Two days later, after having switched between sleeping and driving periodically between the three of them, they finally pulled into the carpark of Art’s dorm at Stanford.

In the front seat, Y/N rested her head in her palm, glancing back at the two boys who were passed out against each other. She let them rest for a few minutes more before slamming down on the horn, startling them both awake.

“Son of a bitch that's loud.” Art groaned, earning a laugh from Y/N and a grunt from her brother, who pried himself off Art and opened the door, climbing out of the car with a groan.

Y/N kept laughing to herself, her and Art following as they all grabbed their stuff from the boot, continuing to follow Patrick to go meet up with Tashi before their game.

Art had a non-competitive match, what a smart idea, going on a 45 hour road trip there and back before a match, and Tashi had a non-competitive match, but with how well she played it might as well have been competitive. Despite the two women never having met, Y/N had an insane amount of respect for Tashi. Not just for being the number 1 female player in the USA, but for dealing with her brother's bullshit and somehow not hating him.

The tennis grounds were closer to the middle of the grounds and a fair walk away from where the car was parked, so Y/N got to see the Stanford campus, not that it lived up to Yale in her opinion.

Her and Patrick said goodbye to Art as he went to warm up, the siblings heading up into the stadium and finding seats. There were a few matches before Art and then Tashi, so they had plenty of time.

Eventually, the blonde made his way onto the court, destroying his opponent 2 to 1. He joined them in the stands a bit before Tashi went on, though Patrick left a few minutes after Art got there and wasn’t back when Tashi started playing.

The match was going well, Tashi was going easy on the girl but keeping a steady lead. Beside Y/N, Art's head wasn't moving like everyone else's, watching Tashi instead of the ball.

One misstep. One ill calculated move. She hit the ground, a scream filled with pure pain escaping her.

Art was up in seconds, Y/N on his tail. He shoved through people in his path to get to Tashi. Practically jumping down the stairs to get to her. He sprinted across the court, jumping over the net and sliding to the ground on his knees. Y/N remained back a little bit, feeling as if she was watching outside her body, watching Art gently hold Tashis head off the ground as she cried and the medics checked her leg.

He helped them get her down into the medical office while Y/N followed just behind, Patrick still nowhere to be seen.

—

The room was cold, the walls brick and the AC cranked on its highest setting.

Art sat next to the examination table where Tashi sat with a towel rolled up under her knee, arms folded over her face. Y/N stood with her back against the wall a bit behind Art, silently fiddling with her phone.

Footsteps sounded down the hall, getting closer. Patrick walked just past the room, backtracking to stand in the doorway, his eyes kind of red but Y/N can’t tell if its from crying or weed. “I’m sorry-”

“Out.” Tashi interrupts him.

“Tashi…”

“OUT!”

“Listen–”

“OUT! OUT! OUT!” Tashi yelled

Patrick kind of just stood there for a few seconds…

“Patrick. Get the fuck out of here!” Art yelled at him, standing up. 

The room fell silent again, Patrick and Art staring at each other, Tashi staring at the roof and Y/N standing against the wall, watching her brother's friendship deteriorate. Patrick left a second later, not sparing Y/N a glance, probably not even noticing she was there.

—

part two is out, yay, its kinda really trash but Nyla is here now, yippee, good times ahead. well, for Y/N. not Art, Tashi and Patrick lol.

I'm actually really proud of this, it's over 1000 words which I think is pretty good.