#i get the funniest asks sometime

[cacaocheri]

so i wont send a link bc those are sketchy but PLEASE go look up eggomusic on tiktok and watch their first pinned video its going to heavily impact the daycare attendant fandom (in the funniest way possible)

HELPPP okay i did check them out and i see what you mean

when you say its going to heavily impact the daycare attendant fandom, i can see two possible outcomes: 1) people just start associating the song "sorry, i fell asleep" with him more (which btw goated song, i remember listening to it all the way back in 2019 so its bringing back memories) or 2) the moon x all might ship just skyrockets

(also here's the tiktok in case people are curious)

[starryyskies]

The tags I see on your reblogs are so cursed sometimes lmao (keep doing it it's hilarious)

ITS MY FAV WAY TO COMMUNICATE

its like my inner thoughts and those are so unhinged, they need to stay separate LOL

[ratatatastic]

do you have a favorite cats beat reporter that i should follow on twitter?

okay thats a hard one because i think our beat are all are good and fun in their own way so i follow all of them so like technically i cant say i have a favourite because all of them together make such a nice complete picture that its kinda worth to follow all of them if not because when anything is happening your tl is just gonna be filled with them chittering like chickadees among each other and the commentary together instead of apart is just so funny expecially when something bad happens because then the air stills, you touch the ground and go "something happened here..." and then the tweets come in

and anyways as i thought that to myself i was like writing a case by case basis for each of them and then i got to colby and then i just started splurging

and uh- ive learned that if i had to choose like one favourite to endorse colby is my answer, follow colby i promise you wont regret it

colby has some pretty funny wit and commentary throughout the offseason and during the season he has got some good quips he also tends to have pretty fun interactions with players throughout pressers thatll he'll expand upon on his twt i.e the most recent "good morning stanley cup champion matthew tkachuk" and yeah here are some colby hits i like because i think hes the funniest (also because hes the youngest of our beat that means he typically is at odds with paul and you get some pretty funny generational differences thatll come up when they interact to which paul will go god im old)

hes also independent now and doesnt work for fhn anymore so im sure we'll get some funnier stuff soon on his little so called "unemployed-feel like blog" so like yeah lmaooo

[vaguely-concerned]

nothing could have prepared me for the emotion that happened inside me when I heard odo speak for the first time and couldn't figure out why his voice sounded so familiar, so I did a quick google and then went 'EVIL COMPUTER DAD BOSS MAN????' (the actor, rené auberjonois, also iconically plays mr. house in fallout new vegas, is what I'm trying to say fhsdjkfaskdaf. yes needless to say my courier has issues the dsm could never hope to cover)

ETA: and whatever that feeling was has just been upstaged by the realization that one random bit character (literally on screen for like ten seconds in S2EP1) is voiced by paul nakauchi (to me primarily of hanzo shimada fame) fhdskjafhasdk. they weren't lying every actor in north america has had their five seconds on star trek huh

[toestalucia]

guy whos very very proud of their crew

[another-clive-blog]

i think clive is really cute as a kid

AGREED !!!

This was his mother gently taunting him in my mind ahah <3 What a loving family =)

[the-clay-quarters]

1, 14 & 17 for art asks!!

1. When did you start creating art?

I have digital art going back til 2015 (age 12) and traditional art going til 2014 (age 11). My mum might have older stuff but tbh i Do Not want to see it (this stuff is already hidden in folders and boxes xD)

I honestly don't remember much but what I can say is that the reason I started digital so young is that my dad already had an old Wacom Intuos, stolen borrowed from an previous office that shut down. While I didn't start drawing particularly early compared to some, I have the advantage of two parents who do art for a living :D

14. Do you prefer to make fan content or original content?

I don't think I have much of a preference either way. I've spent the past two years almost exclusively drawing ocs, but I also spent years before that only really drawing fandom. Fandom stuff is fun bcus you'll get more attention from other fans, original stuff is fun bcus it's uniquely yours, yknow? Draw for yourself n all that but you can't deny the joy in showing others your hard work.

Flondon is a weird middle ground of an oc fandom, I guess? Yes, they're ocs, but there's such a community here that it's not as lonely. Idk, I love it here <3

17. Your personal favorite works of art (not made by you) are...?

Answered this here!

[Ask game] [Art blog]

[ilynpilled]

Your asoiaf passages posts actually are super helpful for me because I'm personally kind of bad at linking subtle things in books because english is not my first language, and reading your posts always opens a whole new world or motif for me. (If you have any tips on how to do it myself pls give them ���♡)

💜💜. i think it mostly comes down to rereads. not even the whole series like i just like to revisit certain chapters a lot bc i hyperfixate on these things so some quotes etc are verbatim etched into memory. so if i see something related to it my brain makes the connection. like when u read/reread u will see certain things over and over again and u just have to try to make ur brain take active note of it. and if something really pops out at you, u can always plug it into a search of ice and fire/search a word/phrase if you have the books digitally, and look for it and see how the motif actually evolves and what events it is surrounded by if it is a significant one.

[kindahoping4forever]

hello I am ashton irwin yes The ashton irwin the real one. I have to tell you that I do actually follow your blog and every time you mention me posting I post. on command. sometimes I'll be getting in the shower and then you'll mention me and I'll have to get out a guitar. thx for thinking of me. please sleep more.

ass out,

ashtonio

Oh hey, Ash. Thanks for the follow, sorry about the whole being obsessed and talking about you constantly thing, that sounds super inconvenient. I'll try to be better about that. 🫶🏻

[i-mybrunettelady]

lets do stillness and night for Aisanne :3

Sanne beloved!! <;3

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Sanne's always on her feet, I think - she's a skaald, a performer, so she's always just dancing, singing, playing instruments, just jamming along to music. But she's also a hunter, so if she's still, that's probably sign shit's about to go down. In usual circumstances, though, I picture her tapping her fingers against the nearest surface and humming a song or something.

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

She's very much team comfort when it comes to pajamas. Like she doesn't really get the concept of special birthday suits and just thinks of pajamas as something you wear to sleep and she wants to be comfy while she's sleeping thank you very much. Think old, oversized shirts she got from her dad or a bigger norn or something. Think something worn in and lived in.

I do have to point out that in a relationship, she will steal your shirts to sleep in (seeing as most men she's interested in are bigger than her. Braham's like half a head taller and much wider than she is.) She gives me the vibe of 'wearing your partner's stuff' yk, for the same reason she likes wearing old hand-me-downs to bed. It's familiarity, warmth and affection. Is this this a long way for me to say she sleeps in Braham's shirts? Yes.

[meangirlstobin]

omg your tags about by/ler posts being on the same level as tjlc is soooo true. one post floated across my dash the other day and i was genuinely like “damn op would’ve loved bbc sherlock (derogatory)”

lol sometimes I want to ask people where they were in 2012 because its a little too familiar…

I understand it’s a part of shipping to comb through the source material to find things that support your ship, especially when it’s non-canon but some of the posts I’ve seen… um okay! I guess i’m just not sure where the fanaticism comes from??

Also, I don’t particularly consider the duffers the types of writers to hide codes in their writing, at least not on this level. So, I don’t really see the point in trying to make meaning out of the show that way? That’s where it really gets tjlc lmao, like oh so the russian code is telling us that mike will profess his love? is there gonna be a secret episode, too?

At the end of the day, it’s not really that important it’s a mid netflix show. People can and will do what they want but it does make me giggle <3

[stardust-and-fries]

Oh boy!! A chance for me to yap about gender at length?!?!!?!? DON'T MIND IF I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [See tags for details. But be warned... I Popped the Fuck OFF writing this one, it's a doozy!]

Sorry if this is rude, but how do you identify? I looked around a bit and couldn't find anything, my apologies

Not rude! Honestly, I don't know these days! Lots of thoughts swirling around in my head. Maybe this is too much, but also maybe saying something instead of keeping it inside will be helpful... I'll put my gender thoughts under the cut... maybe someone can relate and offer some thoughts lol:

Recently, I came to the conclusion that I'm really not attracted to men at all, and maybe, I never have been. Looking back, I can kind of clearly see that any crush on a guy I thought I had was more like "wow, this person is COOL as HELL. I hope we can be really good friends." And then I noticed, that any crush I had on a girl felt... different. The feeling was totally different, and it still is. Have you noticed how most of the men I draw are quite feminine? I also have no idea what's going on with my gender. I know I'm me, a Yugo, I also can't comfortably say what exactly I am. Though by technicality, I am nonbinary, the word doesn't feel QUITE right to use for me. Maybe genderqueer is better. I've never identified as a man, but I have identified as transmasc and taken T. I really do like the results I've gotten from that. But at the same time, I don't really feel close to "manhood" at all, but something about having a mustache sometimes, like I tend to do, feels right to me still. I also like to wear lipstick and stuff. I don't know. I'm also not a "woman" I don't think, but I identify with more... I don't know, masculine expressions of womanhood if that makes sense? I am very androgynous in expression, in short. So basically I don't know what the hell is going on. All I know is I love women LOL. Can anyone relate to any of this? Any ideas?? I will not be offended by any assumptions you might have lol. Maybe I should just make a comic about this.

[parkersbliss]

you lock the 141 outside your house (I know my rights tiktok)

pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x american!female reader 

synopsis: you lock them out of your (their?) house, claiming you "know your rights." based on a tiktok trend with soldiers.

warnings: none just fluff and humor :)))

a/n: I wrote this in like an hour and I think it's the funniest thing EVER thanks

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt List

requests open for tf141!

SEE TIKTOK HERE

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Ghost: 

You watch as your boyfriend gets out of his truck in the driveway. He grabs his bag from the passenger seat and makes his way to the front door, a smile twitching under his mask at the sight of you waiting for him. 

Just as he steps to the porch, you close the door and lock it. “I know my third amendment rights!”

Ghost stops at the door, dropping his bag. Rights? What were you talking about? “Your what?” 

“No Soldier shall, in time of peace, be quartered in any house without the consent of the owner,” You reply, reading off your phone. 

Ghost sighs. Third amendment? Of course, the one American he dates is the one that has them all memorized. You could probably recite them in your sleep. Patriotism, or whatever. Which makes zero sense. You were living with him in Manchester. If all went well and you got married, he was making sure he changed your status to British. 

“You fucking Americans.” He grabs the key from his bag, going to unlock the door only to find you locking it. “Are you serious?”

You show your phone at him through the glass, the third amendment displayed on a Google search. He stares back at you from his mask, unamused. “Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters. 

You giggle from behind the door and give him a few more minutes before going to unlock it. You knew Simon’s limits. You only needed a few seconds of fun anyway, but by the time you unlock it, he’s gone. 

“Simon?” You call out, poking your head out the door and checking around the house. His truck was still there, so he didn’t turn back around. You don’t see any movements or even hear anything. Was he picked up by aliens? 

A thud sounds from behind you, and you yelp, shutting the door and turning around. 

Simon stands in front of you, arms crossed and his duffel bag on the floor.

“What the hell?” You said, looking him up and down. 

“I should be asking you that,” He retorts. “You should really lock your windows, love.” 

“Are you… did you climb through one?” 

“You locked me out.” 

“I went to unlock it!” 

“Third amendment rights, my arse.” He grabs your waist, pulling you towards him. “We’re in England.” 

You shrug, tracing up his arm. “Thought it was funny.” 

Simon just sighs. “Americans.” 

Gaz: 

“Oh, hell no!” You exclaim as Gaz approaches the door. “I know my third amendment rights.” The lock clicks. 

“No fucking way,” Gaz said, strolling up to the glass storm door. 

“No soldiers in this home.” 

He stares at you, his hands on his hips and that signature scowl on his face. There was no way he was coming home to this bullshit right now. “Open the door.” 

“No quartering soldiers without my permission,” You replied. 

Gaz rolls his eyes. Your home? He was pretty sure his name was on the mortgage, even if you were living in it 90% of the time. “I own the fucking property! I live here. You’re the guest.” 

You shrug, grinning. “Not anymore.” 

He runs a hand down his face. Sometimes just sometimes he regrets finding your stubbornness so damn attractive.  “I’m going to crash out, actually.” 

“Crash outside? Yeah.”

“Let me in!” He shouts, grabbing the door handle and jiggling it. 

“No!” You shout back, holding onto it and preventing him from entering without your permission. 

Gaz leans against the glass. “Remind me why I chose to date an American?” 

You smile at him. “Because we’re funny, and we have better Chinese food.” 

He glares at you, trying to unlock the door again. He groans when there’s no avail. “Babe!” 

You say nothing, finding his annoyance quite amusing and a change of pace for once. 

And then he actually crashes out, grabbing the handle and pulling, twisting, pounding at it. He yells a string of curse words and then starts banging on the doorframe. He gives up, frowning, and leans his forehead on the glass. “Please?” 

You unlock it. “Thought you’d never ask.” 

He storms inside, throwing you over his shoulder. “You are so in for it.” 

“I like where this is going,” You giggle as he throws you on the couch. 

He raises a brow, hands coming to your waist. “Yeah?” He starts tickling you. You yelp, laughing under him and trying to push away. 

Gaz doesn’t relent and continues tickling you even after you’ve pleaded with him to stop. “You lock me out of my fucking claim it’s your right,” He mutters. “Consider this my very reasonable punishment.” 

Soap: 

“I know my rights!” You shout, watching Soap approach the door. 

He stops in his tracks, tilting his head. He had no idea what you said. The poor guy could barely hear from all the bombs going on around him, and you shout through a door? Good plan.  “What are you on about?” He asked. 

“There will be no soldiers in my home!” You close the glass door and lock it. 

He approaches the front door, staring at you through the glass. His expression is clueless, brows furrowed. “You mean our home?” He knocks on the glass. “Can I come in?” 

“Nope!” 

He frowns. “Why?” 

“Third amendment.” 

“Amendment?” He scoffs. What the hell are you talking about? Is this what he gets for dating an American? You start proclaiming your rights? What’s next, the pledge of allegiance? “Are you taking the piss? Does this look like the land of the free?” 

You giggle at him, his accent thickening with his frustration. “I’m still an American!” 

“Trust me, I know! Can I please come inside?” 

“No soldiers allowed.” You tape up a piece of paper displaying those words. 

Soap continues frowning at you and realizes he isn’t going to be let in anytime soon. It’s a good thing he knew how to easily change that. Americans and their rights. More like Americans and their feelings. He sits down on the porch steps, facing away from you, rests his chin in his hand, and sighs loudly. 

You don’t budge. 

He sighs again, kicking his boots on the porch, turning back at you with sad eyes. Still nothing. He concludes there was one last option to get you to let him in. He grabs his phone, and you watch with furrowed brows as he types something in. Suddenly, music is blasting from his phone as he looks at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. Not just any music, but the sad hamster violin music. 

“Oh my god.” You unlock the door, opening it up to him. “You’re such a baby.” 

He practically skips inside, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Your baby.”

Price: 

Your husband stands on the porch, rolling his eyes at you.

“I know my rights!” You shout at him through the window. 

“Do you, now?” He asked, playing along with your prank or whatever this was. If it brought you this much amusement to lock him out, he might as well indulge in it. That was the kind of man he was. Until he started freezing of course, then he would demand you let him in. 

You nod your head. “As an American, amendment 3 of the Bill of Rights says that I don’t have to house you if I don’t want to.” 

Price hums. At least they taught you something in American schools. “Does that extend when you’re in another country?” 

“It does to me.” 

He huffs, grabbing something from his pocket and displaying it to you. “You know I have a house key, yes?”

“I’ll just lock it again.” 

He tilts his head at you. You were really trying to sell whatever rights you thought you had. “Really?” 

“I’m taking this very seriously.” 

Price strokes his beard. “I can see that.” An idea pops into his head, and he steps away from the glass and in front of the door. You didn’t want to let him in? That’s fine. You wanted to lock the door? No problem. He’s got methods of entering from being in the military, after all. “Guess I’ll just have to kick down the door.” He raises his foot, fully intent on doing it. You were going to repaint the door anyway, might as well get a new one. 

You swing open the door. “Are you crazy?” 

He strolls past you. “Did I lock you outside our home? Besides, crazy would’ve been bombing the house.” 

Your lips parted, unsure if he was joking. You assume he is, but his expression says otherwise. “Are you being serious?” 

He laughs at your face, grabbing your hand. “Only if you start proclaiming your rights again.”

You put your hands up. “What rights? Suddenly, I’m feeling like this soldier can stay as long as he likes.” 

Price presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thought so.” 

[hesitantalienpicturedisc]

What is the forest fic 👀

ok this has been sitting in my inbox for a little while now. by nature of the question.

in short the forest fic is Bad but classic bandom literature. Specifically pertaining to the American music duo from columbus ohio twenty one pilots. and if I was placed on this earth to prevent a Real version of it from ever being created, then that is my divine purpose and I accept.

you may be more familiar with that old "sorry sorry everybody fucking sorry" tiktok sound. yeah. from this.

[joeymiya]

oh to be a living reminder of your mistakes, the encapsulation of memories so fragmented the only ones that remain are that of recent memory and those that stand out to you negatively; where there is no comfort found in knowing the closest nickname you know of is “liar”

[eyeritestuff]

“I wish I had a mouth..”

Billy Kid x Reader

—X—

A/N: we need more billy kid fanfics. also, excuse grammar errors i’m struggling to get back into writing lalala

CW: mentions of NSFW, but i don’t go into explicit details :P

Reader: Gender Neutral [they/them]

—X—

Your boyfriend was clingy.

Very clingy… but so are you!

Being a human/humanoid being, it was hard enough in battle having the physical limitations you did, but when it came to your robotic boyfriend, it was scary to give or receive that physical love you both adored and craved so much. Luckily, Billy made sure to limit himself and be extra careful with you. His care is what made you value him that much more. For example, when Billy hugged you, he would snake his arms around your waist, and gently squeeze. There’s also the moments when he wants to hold your hand. Billy would make sure to gently tap the inside of your palm and wait with an open hand for you to reciprocate.

In bed, he was extra careful. Making sure to ask things along the lines of ‘Is everything okay?’, ‘Are you comfortable?’, and ‘Can I touch you here/there?’.

There of course were times, despite the cautions, you would move on instinct and hurt yourself. For example, you’d go for a hug, forget that he’s made metal, and hit your head. There was also times where you’d hold his hand and get pinched between his joints. The funniest of them all were the times where you’d kiss him and accidentally hit your forehead on his.

It’s just human to be clumsy.

He loved that about you.

Billy loved how humans and their bodies worked, and he often showed that fascination where he would do things like holding your hand out and examining it, only to hold his own up and examine the similar parts and pieces. You sometimes got worried about how he compared himself to you, but there’s nothing to worry about because it’s one of those innocent curiosities. He perfectly content with being a machine, but there are certain limitations in his design that make him grumpy. Limitations that were, unfortunately, made prevalent when you two started dating.

You didn’t realize this until one day you two cuddled up in his bed watching Starlight Knight together. Billy sat with his legs crossed, hunched over in shrimp position, and you sat in his lap, leaning back into his chest, and holding a large plushie replication of a Bangboo. He had a large blanket draped over him that he made sure to wrap it in a way so that you’d also be covered. Both sets of eyes glued were glued to the screen, and the scene that was on was one where one of the main characters had received a kiss from the space princess they had just saved from imminent doom.

“I wish I had a mouth..”

You positioned yourself enough to turn and look up at your boyfriend with a curious smile, only for it to drop when you realized his eyes animated downwards. Ohhh, you hated when Billy was sad.

“Wha..? Why?” You asked, placing a hand on the side of his face and stroking it gently with your thumb. A robotic sigh could be heard from him, and he paused the show.

“It’s a super embarrassing reason..” You giggled when you saw the blush lines light up on his face, knowing that at least he had some humor left in him.

“Well, Billy, having a mouth has never stopped you from being yourself..” You replied.

“Yes it has!” He whined, making you scoff. In your head, you were thinking he wanted one to show he was talking.. but oh, how wrong you were.

Leaning back, you grabbed his hand and started tracing over the intricate details of it, kissing it, and then going back to studying it. “Why would you want one?” You asked.

“.. I can feel everything.. The way you feel is.. Y/n, your lips.. I just wanna be able to experience that. It’s hard not being able to kiss you. Not just on your lips, but everywhere.. you’re so amazing and...” He trailed off, failing to express himself in the way he wanted to. He frustratedly sighed, slumping over, and his head on top of yours, “I just feel like I’m falling short when it comes to loving you properly.. I dunno, it’s hard to explain..”

Your heartstrings were cutting your circulation, to say the least. You got up and turned your whole body to face Billy, straddling him, and then placing both hands on his shoulders, you shook him back and forth.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!,” you started, screaming so loud it made him jolt and reply with a small scream of his own. You stopped and continued, “Billy, you’re perfect. Literally. Even without all the extra features, you are perfect to me. I don’t care about what you don’t have, I care about what you do have..” Your concerned face started to wash away, watching his eyes grow in shock. Replacing concern was a lovestruck.

“Y/n..” He mumbled, barely audible. You continued, though, wanting to know exactly how much you loved him.

“I love you. I really do. You care so much about me, down to the way you hold me. That attention to detail is so… it’s so endearing and honestly, a turn on in some instances,” you felt your face heat up, but you pressed on, “I wouldn’t change you for the world because your expression of love, physical and emotional, are one of the things that I love about you. Don’t think for a second that you need to change yourself for me. Ever.”

“… Really..?” Billy asked, his trembling like he was about to cry. You smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek and nodded, “Yes, really!”

Billy chuckled and sighed, “..Are you sure..?” You giggled, noticing he was joking. “Yes, I’m sure..”

“Soooo, what you’re saying is.. my fingers are enough fore—”was all Billy could manage before you pushed him down and started suffocating him with the Bangboo plushie. His voice was replaced by muffled laughs and struggling noises.

“ENOUGH OF YOU.” You said, burning red in the face. You let him go after a minute or two, and his childish laughs and giggles got louder.

“I had to ask..!” You huffed at his reply and turned away to pout. Billy sat back up and rested his hands onto your hips and his eyes smiled. “Imagine if I had a tongue..”

Turning back to look at him you gasped and started yanking his hair, making him yelp. “CAN WE NOT??! IM TRYING TO BE SENTIMENTAL!”

“Yank it harder,” Billy started to laugh, only making you give up and let go, “Y’know I like it rough, baby..~” He jokingly followed up. You snorted and cracked a smile at his fake sexy voice, and sighed nodding your head.

“Okay, okay.. for realsies this time, Y/n..?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.. it means the world to me.”

—X—

A/N: billy uses humor to cope during serious situations, that’s my HC yeah.. anyways, i didn’t proofread this :3