#boomey

[its-to-the-death]

Battle of the Gingers Wave 1 Preliminary Round #53

Whoever gets the most votes moves onto the next round

Naara (Les Ravageurs)

Boomey (Nimble Quest)

[mommyhorror]

hey gyns tbh i came back on tumblr just for the rads and the last time i was on here before my awakening was 2014... so idk how to do certain things. i want to create a "sideblog" .. how do i do that? can someone help me.. its probably not super complicated but idgi. like are they both signed in at the same time? so many people i come across on here are or have a sideblog. and i just want one to have messages work if mine get fucked up (which has happened 2x already).. anyways thanks in advance!!

[vickie-believe]

Hey question. Does anyone know where I can buy a small lil toy lantern and at reasonable price?  Making plans to make a Boomei plushie later this year for my friend who loves Mumei (I made a Mumei’s mascot plushie for him last year and thinking of making Mumei now. Boomei.) Edit: If you guys know a tutorial to make a very tiny lantern for a plushie, can you send me the link too? Thank you!

[thenatashamaximoff]

boomey 🤣🤣 wow i can now wake up to some of ur banters again!

Not for long. They're gonna give the phone back to the true owner any minute now.

[pespillo]

Opinion : im so tired of lore im sick of these aftons i just want my funny freddy please i just want the creature feature side of things we dont to know what gabriel's favorite gum flavor was please

i think if you hang around and make your choices well you can get more into the animatronic side of the fandom rather than be stuck in the Human Au hell side of things where you dont know of how many Aftons you gotta keep track off, i think fandom side that focuses on the Aftons its just well, very entranced with the idea of Having a Whole Serial Killer as YOUR DAD???? thing still , back in the day not to sound Boomey , all you really had like was , 1-2 human centric AUs and then everything was abt the animatronics and humanizations of them and aus abt them and tbh a whole lotta fun stuff that i remember fondly .

basically its the lil fact that most of the people interested in the animatronics are below the age of 16 and upwards you see a whole lotta teens n young adults interested in the “”“serious””” human side of things and all , its just a common things that happens ya know, its ok to be sick of Afton lore tho im sick too ÑKDSSDÑISDLKJ

[crypticpine]

The government should have agnikai instead of war. No, it doesn't give you more power if you win, no it doesn't earn you respect. I just want to see how our candidates for President and stuff would look like if you have to battle every once in awhile. Would we still get old crummy men that never worked a day in their life battling it out with their knee replacement or would we finally get the Boomey and Uncle Iroh old men that are either super buff and smart or are fit enough to not get pummeled and smart enough to win? Would we not get old people and get people in around their 40s? Would we finally get a female president? What if when two places get into an argument, can they battle it out a bit and then make a decision? Can it be broadcasted whenever it starts? I wanna see the Queen of England throw down Trump in an Agnikai!

[aliensandidentity-sp22]

Who I Am

     I spent the first seventeen years of my life avoiding peanut butter. Every Halloween, I would trade away all the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups scattered through my jack o'lantern themed bucket. At school lunch, I wouldn’t go near the Smucker’s PB&Js everyone else seemed to love, even if that meant choosing a soggy ham and cheese sandwich instead. Not because I was allergic, but because I was convinced it tasted bad after one very serious discussion with my two childhood best friends.  

     Fast forward seventeen years, I accidentally tried a peanut butter cup in a friend’s birthday cake, and I couldn’t believe how creamy and flavorful the stuff that filled the chocolate shell was. I spent years missing out on this top tier snack, based on a belief I had formed before I could even multiply fractions. As I sit in my dorm room, snacking on my beloved Trader Joe’s Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups, I am reminded of the value in openness. I keep peanut butter cups in mind when my roommate introduces me to her favorite country music artist I’ve never heard instead of my usual Kanye and Rex Orange County songs. I keep them in mind when I meet my new next door neighbors replacing the family friends that housed Boomey, a dog I’d grown to love.

     Beyond peanut butter cups, I love to bake other desserts, hike with my dad, and watch hockey. I’m a daughter of two first-generation immigrants, as well as a sibling to my younger sister and older brother. I am ethnically Chinese, but a citizen of the United States, Canada, and Singapore. I’m tall (or at least I used to be until all my friends caught up with me in high school), introverted, and patient. Lastly, I’m really excited for the upcoming semester!

[litesalted]

Finishing outside corners with Tile without bullnose.

Do they make an outside corner metal track for that nice clean finish look or is bullnose really my only option. Have a window with 11" extension jambs and trying to. Figure out how to finish it. Pictures available if wanted

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[elvenvishnu]

Calling all r/Plumbing Detectives...wtf is this

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[suzannah314]

50/100 Things To Love About 2020

50/100 Things To Love About 2020

Boomey is judging all of 2020. #stinkeye The irony is not lost on me that this is the year that I decided to emulate Austin Kleon’s annual “100 Things to Love about _____.” First, comes COVID, a righteous clusterfuck if ever there was one. So much suffering. And in the midst of this, the final straw of George Floyd and (add more names here). It’s not like police killing Black people is new.…

[fortunechaos]

Valid old man is Boomey

im on s2 and this image flashed before my eyes

[atlasie-blog]

Crazy Pant's Mile-High Club

Word count: 1, 643

Summary: Adventure stirs when your trapped on a plane with the Suicide Squad.

Pairing: Reader x Captain Boomerang

“Ye, ya wanna ground me, luv?” Boomerang asked with a lazy smirk. He’s sat on a lazy lounge at the back of the government’s private jet. His body takes up the entirety of its space; jittery limbs, he’s always moving.

“Fuck off.” You puffed out. Head flicks in his direction before it shifted back, your eyes locked on the back of Diablo’s chair in front of you. It’s a danger to have this many prisoners on board, but what perhaps nerved you most was the Australian.

Harley bounced up on her chair. As much as you had tried to sit next to Katana, at least the plane ride would’ve been fairly quiet; the amped up blonde had urged you to sit right beside her. Legs bending, she sat in the most uncomfortable position you’d ever seen. Hands whipped out her mobile from her shorts pocket, discretely. Before getting onto the plane, Flag had thrown tracked iPhone’s at the merry villains. It was his not so secret way of Waller keeping an eye on all of you and for Harley, it seemed, a way for her to start yet another conversation.

[ text to: Boomey ] I want y’ to give me an Aussie kiss!

It’s become alike to a game of tennis watching their interactions. It first comes with the heavy vibration coming from Boomerang’s crotch because of course he’d keep the mobile there. A low moan, but loud enough for you to hear, emitted from his mouth and his hands leisurely tread to the opening of his pants to retrieve the phone. One look from the touch screen and his eyes locked with the blonde. Like a melody that she knows all too well, Harley bit her lower lip.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell...” He murmured. His eyes twitched from his mobile back to the blonde and then back to the touch screen again for extra measure. With looks like that he’s not complaining, but she’s just that extra doze of crazy. “’m not gonna fuckin’ speak through this shitty thing when you’re right in front of me.”

Harley pouted. “But I wanna play a game.”

“You sure you ain’t playin’ a game already?”

“’M always playin’ a game”, she started. “Just want to see you all riled up. Bet it’s a real treat.” It’s at this stage where you’ve had enough. This unwanted feeling of what could undeniably be jealousy burning at your insides caused your head to lean against the window, eyes shut and pulling you into a lullaby.

Boomerang’s aware to your smallest twitch. “You see, blondie. I’m an honest fella.”

“Ye? How honest?” Harley asked. In one swift movement, she stood upwards and moved to the vacant seat next to Boomerang.

“Is tha’ a trick question?”

Harley shook her head. Her movements are slow, playful almost. She’s alike to a fun house and the circus has only just started. Hands twitch to the heavy stubble on Boomerangs chin, fingers grazed between the hairs. Her lips meet his first, and then her tounge and he’s taken in a tirade of complete surprise. She curled backwards, lips fallen to the juncture of his ear. “Play with me, Captain”.

Hesitant – that’s what Boomerang is right now. His eyes are glued to the back of your chair and there’s a silent hope that you’ll turn around any moment in a fit of jealousy to stop whatever the other bludge in his pants is begging him to do. You don’t, however. Golden tooth bites at his lip and the rage that he has for the mere fact that you’re not stopping the Coo Coo Blondie has turned into the utter need to get payback. For now. His meaty hands landed at Harley’s waist, pulling her frame to be atop of his rather large one. It’s his lips that meet the pale valley of her neck. Tongue lapped over the skin before his teeth grazes; biting down on the skin, hard. It’s enough for her to scream bloody murder. It’s enough for there to be blood. She does scream and Boomerang thinks it’s the best damn scream in the entire world; not because it’s a sound that excites him, but because for the first time he sees movement in the corner of his eye.

Your eyes are opened and giving him the world’s greatest death stares. “Go get off in the planes toilet, would you?”

“Rather right here, luv. Why? Don’t ya wanna see me...” His eyes swept down to his crotch. “’m bloody offended.”

“Fine”, you replied curtly. Your body shot upwards without any recoil.

“Where ye goin’?” Boomerang shot back.

“Away from you.”

A groan and he pushed Harley off of him. As much as he enjoyed the rather growing member in his pants right now; he didn’t feel the need to play games. Not with you and certainly not with her. It’s within the blink of an eye that the annoyed sensation he was feeling is taken over by a sudden cockiness. He gets up then and walked to the middle aisle to come half way to meet you. Harley looked on. Boomerang has something up his sleeve and she’s always game for a little entertainment; she knew it was coming, of course. She had seen the sexual tension between the two of you from a mile away.

“What are you doing?” You asked startled.

“Ya wanted to see me Captain”.

Your hand is upwards, carding through your hair. “I wanted to sit with Katana and not get involved with your weird idea of foreplay.”

“If ye wanted a threesome ya coulda’ jus’ asked.”

That comment doesn’t even deserve a reply. It takes barely minutes for you to walk towards the end of the jet; Boomerang behind you. He’s hot on your trail and it’s the breathing down your neck, something that you’re trying your damn hardest to ignore, that’s a reminder that he’s there. You come to a stop in the junction between the aisle and the toilet. The light reads vacant for the female toilet and your hand reached behind you to pull Boomerang into the stall. With a startled yelp, one that could be rivalled against a teenage girl, his meaty body takes up the entirety of the space. Your fingers brushed against the handle before locking the door. There’s not much room to move that you find it incredibly hard to turn around to face him. And there’s already a shit-eating grin upon his bearded face.

“Listen, luv –”

Your hands are quick to snake around his waist. Fingers moved to graze the opening of his pants. Chugging it down as fast as you can, you can already tell that the Captain has had quite the stir. And it’s the acknowledgment that its Harley’s fault that caused the low, annoyed groans to come out from your mouth. Angrily, with heated frustration, his pants fall to his ankles before he kicks it off along with his shoes. His shirt is next; it doesn’t take long before he’s stripped naked in the jets bathroom.

Your body bended downwards until you’re crouched below. Taking his member in-between your hands, your tongue lightly plays with the tip. It’s a tight-lipped moan that’s sunk its self in Boomerang’s throat that causes your first grin. Your mouth hovered over the skin before taking it fully. Lapping your tongue over it; hot and desperate and needy. Hands run to the back of your skull to cradle your head. It’s ironic; the idea that you’d have yet seen his guard this let down but of course it would be when you were both this intimate. There’s no rush. It’s as simple and as dangerous as the two of you could be if you both let your heart be on your sleeves. It takes a few minutes or so for your mouth to let go of his member, snaking out and twisting to stand up straight. Your lips are hot on his. Arms circled around his neck, pulling him towards you, letting his scent of beer and dirt tangle with your bones. His member landed onto the toilets sink.

“I’m not fucking you.”

“Why not?” Boomerang whined.

“I don’t know where Harley has been.”

“Knew ya got the jealousy bug. Trust me – ye a much prettier sheila”, He murmured into your neck. However the memory of the two of them is bright and burning. You shoved him away from you and his eyebrow cocked in surprise. Hands twitched onto the lock; opening the door you walked out proudly as if nothing and everything had just happened.

You find the first available seat. As if it’s the lords work, or some other destined power like Satan because with these sorts of prisoners on board it’d defiantly not be the rightful higher power; Katana is next to you. She barely turned her head around to give you a nod; instead her eyes are latched onto the sword resting in her lap. Her attachment to it was as deadly and powerful as Boomerang’s baggage of not being able to let go. As if right on cue, the man in question is a flurry of limbs as he exits the toilet. His hair is messier than usual and his pants are back to front and it gives you just the right amount of power for a laugh to ride up your throat. Instead of his blue eyes darting to examine just where the laugh had come from, not that he needs to because he just knows your laugh by heart, he moved back to the end of the plane. Harley isn’t near to him. Harley has taken up a new adventure, a new game, next to Diablo. Boomerang took out his mobile from his pants, just where his member had now been deflated.

[ text from : George ] Game on, sweetheart.

[amaximumtastemakercollection]

I was a little bit distracted during episode 5 of ATLA so I didn’t give it my full attention so there is probably loads that I missed.  The gaang arrive on some island, which I can’t remember the name of.  Aang remembers the island from before he was encased in ice for a hundred years, and takes a nostalgic stroll down memory lane.  He remembers the good times he had with his friend Boomie (Boomey?), getting into mischief and using the mail delivery system, thingumajig as a helter skelter.

Anyway, the local king or chief or whatever captures the gaang and gives Aang three challenges to overcome.  The penalty for failure is that his two friends, Katara and Sokka, will be permanently encased in crystal if he fails any of these challenges.  I found this bit to be slightly boring, so my mind was elsewhere during the first two challenges. 

 When Aang had to choose which warrior he would face in the final challenge, I did have an idea that Aang would use the loophole he was given to choose the old man as his opponent and somehow it didn’t surprise me one little bit that the old man would turn into the best fighter out of all Aangs possible challengers.  

I’m embarrassed to admit it, but when the old man turned round to Aang and said ‘What is my real name?’ and Aang thought for a moment and then said ‘I know..”  I didn’t have the faintest idea.  I should have guessed it was his old friend Boomie, now grown ancient, but I was completely clueless!.  That was rather sad, in a way.  It was almost as if his old friend, the child that he had once known had somehow died.

When Boomie was giving Aang the whole pep talk, ‘power is responsibility’ speech, I did half expect Aang to turn round and say ‘OKay Boomie, 

[thenatashamaximoff]

Take a chill pill, boomey. I’ll be very careful, just for you. You seem very invested in my life though.

Interesting. 🤔

I’m still a nice person. And guess who didn’t exactly deny that I’m their person. Toi.🤪

-the messenger, but not entirely.

I'm only interested in the parts where the "perfect" m.s. fucks up.

I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're not nice. And, just to clarify, you're definitely not my person. Sorry, not sorry.

Anyway, if you're in class rn, then stop sending me asks and pay attention.

[defrostatica]

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