#jabber blabbering

[wetsoggydogman]

thinking about the time i drew dook and wrote “dook larue my beloved” right next to it and my classmate called me a zoophile

[sspacegodd]

[basilpaste]

god homestuck day. in like three hours.

[chrissdollie]

mornings with yapper!yn and quiet!matt

sfw, 480 wc, fem reader, cuteness overload!!

you yawn, stretching out your limbs as the early morning sun peeks through your window. sprawled on your boyfriend matt, you lean over to kiss his cheek repetitively until he wakes up. he sighs, keeping his eyes shut while adjusting his position so that he’s on his back. he slowly opens his lids so he can stare up at you. you’re already feeling like your bubbly self, a cute patient smile on your face as you wait for him to fully awaken:

matt looks adorably sleepy. his hair is all messy and his boxers are a little below his waist. the brunette lets out a big bear yawn, scratching his beard before lazily wrapping an arm around your waist. you brush strands of hair out of his face. “g’morning baby..!” you coo, gently stroking his cheek. he hums, fighting to keep his eyes open. you lean over to your nightstand , picking up your phone to check the time. you let out a small gasp. “it’s 10:30! i went to bed at 1:30 last night and i was gonna set my alarm but then i forgot because we were so “busy”, anyway, i woke up all naturally and at a decent time too-“ your blabbering begins first thing in the morning, it’s not surprising to your boyfriend at all.

you bounce around lightly while spewing out words for two minutes with matt mumbling “oh yeah?” and “that’s good, baby”’s every couple of seconds just so you know he’s listening. your fidgety movement halts and you tap your boyfriend’s shoulder. “gotta pee.” you roll over him while he grunts and head to the bathroom. before you can even call him over, he’s stretching his arms and exclaiming, “i’m comin’ sweetpea.” before getting out of bed to follow you into the bathroom. you happily shut the door and bounce to the toilet while matt stands in front of you with his arms crossed.

you frown. “ahem, spin!” you twirl your fingers. he puts his hands up and turns around to face the wall. you drop your nightgown and panties before sitting down on the toilet to commence with your third story of the day. matt can’t help but giggle at your sweet chattiness, even though he’s been with you for over a year now. he hears you flush the toilet and spins back around to watch you wash your hands. “and then she told me and lucia— oh yeah baby thank you, i was gonna fix that last night but..-“ you cut off your tale as matt reaches to the back of your head to pull out the scrunchie from your messy head.

he holds up your hair in a high ponytail with the scrunchie between his teeth as you jabber on about your hair. he ties it into a cute messy bun before pecking your lips and heading out the bathroom.

[sarcasticassian]

Steve only starts lying once all the kids have moved out of Hawkins, their families going with them, some left straight after Vecna was defeated, like Eddie and the Sinclairs and Byers-Hoppers, they immediately move out, the others finish high school and Robin and Nancy have already left to go to college, Robin tried to get Steve to come with her but he had to stay and look after Dustin, Eddie tried to get him to come with him and Wayne but again Steve said he had to stay and look after Max but now they're all gone and Steve is alone in Hawkins

Eddie and Robin still asked him to move out to live with them, they'd both ended up in California in the music business but for some reason Steve still stayed, deep down worried that the monster would return and someone would have to look after them, he tells Robin and Eddie about the final touches to the rebuilding efforts, his newly blossoming social life and the dates he goes on each week in an effort to find the one, chattering away to Eddie about this band he heard on the radio, he speaks to Eddie more than Robin, she's at work a lot or with her new friends but she'll always snatch the phone of Eddie if she comes home when Steve has called

Steve is lying about his social life though, he rarely leaves his big, cold, empty house, his parents long gone, he goes to work, watches the final pieces of rebuilding slot into place from behind the counter and he goes home, flinching at noises he thinks he hears and staring into space for long periods of time before he snaps to attention and fears something is coming for him, nothing ever does though

he manages 9 months by himself, alone in Hawkins, before he cracks, he's speaking to Eddie on the phone, clutching the plastic so hard it might crack and Eddie is jabbering on about a new band he went to see this weekend, his voice warm and happy as he blabbers on and Steve isn't saying anything, closing his eyes and letting Eddie's voice wash over him, letting it be the only thing he's aware of and as soon as he hangs up he starts to pack a suitcase, shoving in anything he cares about and its only half full when he closes it, then he gets in his car and drives to the airport, he parks the car in one corner and goes into the building, he buys a one way ticket to California and waits for his plane

when he gets to California he realises he's not sure how to get to Eddie's house and he can't afford a taxi to take him all the way there so he asks a nice looking elderly gentleman how to understand the bus network and the man offers to drive him instead, says he's off to see his niece who lives close enough so Steve hops in, tense and untrusting but desperate enough that he grabs the offer, the man is quiet and he reminds Steve of Wayne, the few times he'd met him and slowly as they crawl through LA traffic Steve relaxes, tells the guy he's going to stay with a friend who he's missed since he left and the man smiles a little, Steve asks to be dropped a couple blocks away, not wanting to cause trouble for this man and he walks the rest of the way to Eddie's, going off street names and the directions the man with the truck gave him

it starts to rain when Steve is a block away, he thought it was supposed to be sunny all the time in LA and later Eddie will tell him it usually is Steve just has shit timing, but he turns up at Eddie's door, sodden and nervous and a little pathetic looking but he knocks on the door, unsure if Eddie will even be in but he hears clattering inside and then the door is being yanked open, Eddie stares at him before he's leaping forward and wrapping Steve in his arms, Steve starts to cry immediately and Eddie ushers him inside, it all comes pouring out like the rain he's just left behind and he tells Eddie everything, how he was withering away in Hawkins but he couldn't leave, not until today or yesterday, his times have gone funny

Eddie just lets Steve curl up in his arms and holds him, lets him get snot and tears all over his shirt and doesn't mind when the wetness of Steve's jeans starts to soak into his own, Eddie just strokes his hair and tells him its gonna be okay and Steve believes him, closes his eyes and lets Eddie's voice wash over him again but this time its not the only thing he's aware of, he feels Eddie's warm hands on his thigh and in his hair, feels the firmness of Eddie's chest against his side and he can smell Eddie too and Steve lets himself drown in it all

he's content enough that hours later when Robin bangs down the door, like she could sense Steve was around, he lets her bully him out of Eddie's lap and lets her curl around him protectively and Steve screams at himself internally for not coming here before but he's safe now, he has Robin and Eddie here and he smiles into Robin's shoulder when he feels Eddie's fingers tangle with his and squeeze gently

[strwbivy]

DOZING OFF TOGETHER — BOKUTO KŌUTARŌ ‪♡‪

synopsis. you're away from bokuto for a long while now because of how busy college is, and because of this he begins to miss you so bad.

wc. 1.2k words | genre. fluffy | cw/tags. rusty writing, not proof read, college!reader, eepy reader, sleep call, whiny bokuto (≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ

m.list // hq. masterlist

you've got mail ✉ ! if you couldn't tell i really enjoyed describing bokuto 'rapidly' talking, also forgive me if i haven't posted anything lately D:

you were at your university dorm. your body swayed side to side from how tired you are. those long ass lectures and lessons really made your brain worn out.

making your way to the bed. you flopped down onto the furniture, its springs making you recoil on the soft sheets of the bed.

you began to ease up after finally getting to be able to get some rest. stretching your arms, you let out a loud yawn while your eyelids began to droop down. the tiredness you felt all day is getting to you.

you shifted on the bed, closing your eyes, and your thoughts began to drift off as you started to fall asleep.

ring! ring! ring!

the phone beside you is vibrating and was playing your ringtone loudly over and over again. you groaned and tried to let the call pass by, but the mysterious caller seems to not give up easily.

sighing, you lift your head heavily. your hand then grabs the phone. your tired eyes opened up slightly when you saw the callers name.

'bokou <3'

it's the cute nickname that you gave him.

and without hesitation, your thumb presses the green button. you then were greeted by a loud voice. "Y/N BABYYYYYY! I MISS YOU!" he says, ending it with a happy giggle.

"heyy bokou," you reply, trying to sound excited, but the exhaustion stopped you from doing so. "babyy can you open your camera? i miss that pretty face of yours." he says, clearly smiling through his words despite not having his camera open.

"but bokou i look tired-" your words were then cut off by bokuto. "so? c'mon babyy i just miss you badlyyy!" he then opens his camera, showing his face that had a pouty expression and puppy dog eyes that you couldn't resist.

and of course, this little eye trick of his works on you.

"fine." you sighed out in defeat. you then pressed the camera button, and his pouty expression instantly vanished away, now replaced with a cheery one. "i missed your face so much.." he said, adoring your face despite you looking like an absolute mess, but he loves it otherwise.

you rolled your eyes, trying to put on an 'annoyed' appearance, but the slight curve on your mouth betrays you. the man giggles through the phone, having a bright smile on his face.

the both of you then talked and told about each other's day. some blabbering here and some blabbering over there.

bokuto then starts to ramble on and on about random things that occurred to his day. you then laugh occasionally, trying to keep up with his lively rambling. but as much you want to pay attention and listen to your boyfriend's jabbering, your sleepiness just won't go away.

your eyelids drooped, heavy with weariness. the weight of your tiredness threating you to put you into sleep. you began succumb to the feeling of falling asleep, but you jerk your head up to prevent it.

lifting your head to look at the screen, it appears to be that bokuto hasn't stopped chattering. he seems to be talking about how he thinks the number 8 looks 'weird', and switches on to a new topic with an old story of his on how his mind had an impulsive thought to do a cartwheel in the middle of the road with his friends watching him, and to no one's surprise of course he does it.

his mindless chatter goes through your ear and goes out of the other. the exhaustion is really getting to you.

your drooping eyes then completely close down. but instead of jerking up your head this time, your tired mind shuts down, and his words start to become a blur. you can feel your consciousness fade away, and eventually, you doze away to a deep slumber.

minutes pass by, and bokuto's chatter starts to slow down as he notices the very quiet silence. he raises his brow and looks at his phone.

the view of your face sleeping peacefully, displayed on his phone. his eyes observed your face, taking notice the dark circles under your eyes. he hears your gentle breaths being emitted through the phone, and his eyebrows automatically scrunches up. 'aw man, did she get tired from me constantly talking?' he thinks to himself, pouting and feeling a dejected.

he overthinks for a reason to you sleeping so easily, despite him being quite loud during the call. but then his mind clicks as he recollects you talking about how your day went. "ahh, i see.." he sighs in relief that he wasn't the cause of it.

his eyes, then look back at your sleeping self. He smiles slightly. "i guess your classes really did something to you, huh?" he says in a hushed tone to not awaken you. an idea then pops into bokuto's mind. "i really wish we could talk more, but i guess you can still listen to me!" he puts up a bright smile before telling more about his day, even though you're well asleep.

he chatters went endlessly. he finds comfort when you just stay and listen to him just chatting. i guess you could say he enjoys being by you, being always ready to listen to him.

but alas, his talking came to a halt. he eventually falls asleep, his phone slipping out of his hand a bit. and because he fell asleep during the call, he fails to end it.

the call then goes on for hours. delicate soft breaths were heard on his phone while loud snoring was heard on yours.

morning then came, the loud sounds of the bustling street woke you up. stretching your arms with a yawn, you then observed your messy bed.

you then caught the sight of your phone, it was on and black and white tufts of hair were visible. you squint your eyes trying to remember the events of yesterday.

you then recall the memory of you falling asleep, whilst bokuto was rambling energetically. now that you recalled things, you took your phone that was hot to touch because it was open for a long time.

watching your boyfriend sleep, you chuckle lightly. causing him to be waken up and turn around—facing the camera.

his tired eyes look at his phone, and he sees your pretty face looking through the camera. you smiled at him. "morning bokou, did you sleep well?" you asked "yup, you uh fell asleep while we called." he says, letting out a tired giggle.

he rubs his eyes before speaking again. "soo, what time are you gonna go home later?" he asks, hoping for an early time.

you look at him baffled "huh? what do you mean, bo?" you give him a confused look, and he mirrors it "what time are ya' going home..?" he repeats himself

"bokou.." you put your hand against your face, lightly massaging it "what?" his brow raised up. he then waits for your next words.

"i.. um.. i'm not going home till next m—"

" WHAAATTT?? " he says, cutting you off with a blaring voice that echoed through your phone.

" aughh but why?? " he whines, dragging out the last word.

he continued to whine and pout for the next few minutes of the call. you watched him toss and turn around, his camera wobbled violently. the slight feeling of guilt caused you to sigh. you then tried to cheer him up by saying random things, but it wouldn't work.

he just really wants to see you right now so badly (；′⌒`)

copyright © strwbivy ↣ do not copy, translate or repost.

[lensman-arms-race]

There's an episode of Strictly Business podcast on this page, in which the host interviews Adam Goodman, one of the executives working on the Skibidi Toilet movie.

You can skip to about five minutes in; everything before that is just ads and blabber-jabber.

Some points that stood out to me:

The host mentioned the possibility that ST will lose some of its indie charm by being made into a movie. Goodman states that DFB has said he doesn't want ST to feel 'corporate', which is encouraging.

There are a lot of kids whose only exposure to ST is via Roblox, and they barely know the YouTube version. (It wouldn't surprise me if the forthcoming merch is toys in partnership with Roblox.) It would be interesting if the fanbase bifurcates in that way, with kids enjoying Roblox mode and us adults enjoying the sexy robots ongoing main storyline.

[wet-paiint]

this is a bit of an “old man yells at cloud” moment but i feel like the internet has made vocabulary trends happen too… fast. right now it’s yapping. everyone is yapping! nobody was yapping 2 months ago.. it feels so artificial how quickly these words take over the internet. and it is artificial! some of you are NOT yapping. youre yammering, maybe. chattering or blabbering or jibber-jabbering. where are our free thinkers? the brave souls who will break the mold and ramble or blither, perhaps rant and rave? there are people out there who are destined for hooting and hollering & theyre being led astray by the newfangled yapping craze.

[spineconsumer]

Being a yapper, a blabberer, a chatterbox, a natterer, a prattler, a talker, a jabberer

[wetsoggydogman]

WE CAN BE (YEAH) WHO WE WANNA BE (YEAH) AT LITTLEST PET SHOP YOU AND MEEEE

[f0xgl0v3]

*Guys this is a silly little post and don’t take anything I say very seriously, if I sound upset or angry in my tone I’m not I just sound like that when I talk about opinions on Octavian that I don’t agree with lol- didn’t need to make this post and it’s long for like no reason but whatever, I am a blabberer so I have to blabber when I get excited*

*also me from the future; i just like talking about my silly little opinions and this a great stepping stone for me to wave my hands and talk about Octavian and Luke- and give a little insight on why I like Octavian more than Luke, even if there isn’t much reasoning for why I like Octavian as much as I do*

I’ve come across this post and as my two top favorites are being pitted against each other I feel a personal responsibility to finally go on my Luke rant.

I like Luke- the weird pedophilic actions that were in TLO.. funky and gross and I don’t like it and I hope that it doesn’t happen in the show (if we get that far). But in writing (again except for the weird Annabeth stuff), characterization, being an actual threat. Luke does it better.

Do I like Luke more than Octavian? No. As soon as I saw Luke I knew he was going to be my favorite in the PJO first arc, he still is my second favorite. But Octavian took the throne. I still think about Octavian on the regular, Luke doesn’t cross my mind.

Octavian’s writing, DOG. I’ll be honest, I have said it before, I (and if I may be so bold to say; nearly everyone) hates his writing. Things that Luke do better Octavian’s writing fails at.

Of course pretty much everyone except the niche tumblr corner I’ve found almost unanimously agrees that they like Luke and hate Octavian.

Luke and Octavian are like trying to compare something like a orange slice and a Orange blossom bud (guys I just ate an orange they’re on my mind and the first fruit that I can use in this comparison)

Luke is the orange slice, he’s made it full circle in his great (not including later Annabeth plotlines-) characterization, he had his bud- he bloomed, and now we get to eat and enjoy it and savor it.

Octavian would be the orange bud, he had the potential for having the characterization and care (except for the Annabeth thing and I won’t shut up about it because it’s weird and makes me dislike things for messing with a character that had not had anything in that area of characterization at all until his last breaths-) that Luke had. Octavian could’ve been something, but the ball was dropped. That blossom bud had the full potential to be the orange slice but didn’t.

Okay sorry if the orange rant was weird, but long story short they are different things that are hard to compare (like trying to compare PJO Atlas and PJO Orion or something)

I like thinking of concepts for Luke, I like deciding to drop that little Annabeth line and making concepts for him.

The only reason I probably don’t talk about Luke is because Octavian, Bryce Lawerence, and Camp Jupiter had taken me by storm and enamored me. Luke may be objectively better than Octavian, but for the purposes I use either of the characters. I think Octavian has more potential to look into and has more depth because he was absolutely butchered. Luke is a good character to like and enjoy and then you can’t do much with him- he has solid characterization, he has a story that is harder to build on in my opinion.

And for my reasons for liking characters and how I pick characters I see as ‘better’ for me to put time into, that is why I like Octavian more than Luke. Do I think objectively Octavian is better, no of course not. Do I think that Luke can give me any of the satisfaction that I get from yapping about Octavian, also not-

This is so unserious but I just like jabbering on and blabbering. I love Octavian and Luke they are my 1st and 2nd favorite characters in the series (my 3rd is Bryce Lawerence if anyone would like to know) and I wanted to take an opportunity to talk about them and this argument that seems to have been happening for a while. I like Octavian more because apparently I forgot Camp Half-Blood was a thing and only talk about Camp Jupiter and it’s residents and those characters just make me so much more interested than a lot of Camp Half-Bloods. I think Luke is fun and serves a good purpose but that’s like- it. I just like Octavian more, big shocker I know lol.

That Camp Jupiter powers post is uh.. somewhere? I haven’t gotten around to it- If anyone wants insight to my creative process for things like the posts that I talk about my hc over things in Camp Jupiter it’s literally me through the day just saying things as they come to my mind and fit into my hc world

craziest thing a pjo fan has said holy moly

[basilpaste]

i love to write my homestuck ocs as moirails in a deeply romantic sense.

that shit is romance baybe!!!!!

[weebliss]

As much as possible, I would like to have time to be detached from the hurl of events that are demanding my attention right now that's why I will always be grateful for this night of listening to crickets instead of the wringing blabbers and predictable jabberings that filled my ears this morning. I'm prone to irritation these days because of the prolonged summer heat and the shortened days. They make me feel like I'm running out of time.

It's hard to write about gibberish, so I chose to dispose my unprocessed thoughts to other media - - sometimes to twitter but mostly to people. Small talks to colleagues, anxious thoughts to strangers, and hasty rants to my mother. The result is an empty head filled with clarity, so I can focus on things that matter to me. It's important to heighten my senses especially if kids are sharing their personal anecdotes to me, their latest achievements so far, and their budding perspective on the self. It's the little things. It's important to catch and acknowledge them for the listeners. They're fragile little kids learning to be tough in this cruel world. I don't want them to think that being an adult means ridiculing the things they're proud to love so we'll sing along with Twice, marvel the smooth transition of their amateur music video, and laugh at funny posts on Facebook.

I would like to be keenly aware of their feelings. The longing is from the maternal love my mom has exhibited to other people's children. She used to be a babysitter and a nanny before and I envy her undivided attention towards them hehe or maybe I just want to listen to kids talk than to listen to the lies my teens were telling me this morning.

I don't want to lose my hope in them so, I always stick to my mantra of being kind even if I can look through their intentions. Products of a sick sick world and indecisive parents, I hope they can find people who will understand them even more. I hope I can be one of those people. But right now, I'm just irritated. Kids these days.

[overthehillnot]

One Voice

Some of ue, at one time or another blither, mumble, whisper, rattle-on, use baby-talk, twittering, and jabber, we splutter, stammer, murmur, mutter, ramble, talk-trash, blabber, drone-on, wax, yack, yammer, babble, prattle, gab and yap. It is Time To Change. From now on, we – those of us grouped in 89% of the world’s population, those that are existing on $40/day or less – “the Poor”, must now…

[matayu-sometimes-writes-stuff]

Oh the world will sing

Of a wanna-be king

A thousand years from now

But not because he passed some laws

Or had that lofty brow

When 2025's in place

And all our rights are gone

We'll all have to slave away

For that good for nothing, Don

Incredible as he is inept

Wherever the history books are kept

They'll call him the phony king of Eagle-land

A pox on the phony king of Eagle-land!

He struts all proud in front of a crowd

Pretending he's a king

A little tyke who's rather like

A puppet on a string

And he throws an angry tantrum if he cannot have his way

And then he calls for Mum

While he's sucking his thumb

See, he doesn't want to play

Too late to be known as Don the First

He's sure to be known as Don the Worst

A pox on the phony king of Eagle-land!

While he plans to spread his hate

As dictator 'cross the land

His ego's grown to big to hold

Within his tiny hands

Ah, but while there are Americans

Who vote against this quack

We'll find a way to win the day

And take our country back

And remember when his campaign fails..

His ass is headed straight to jail!

The witless and convicted king of Eagle-land!

The snivelling, grovelling,

Measly, weasely,

Blabbering, jabbering,

Scamming, panicking,

Blundering, plundering,

Wheeling, dealing,

Donald John, that phony king of Eagle-land!

[thebluepeninsula]

I went blues dancing with my best friend last night (very good way to spend my Friday night) and I had so many wonderful revelations about dancing–about how it's made me a more confident person, about how I started from scratch and stuck with it for two full years and improved SO much, about how much learning to lead and follow has strengthened my empathy and respect for strangers, and about how, especially in blues, you can experiment with moving your body in a more sensual way in a space that's completely unsexualized, where there are no expectations of you. It's so cool to me. It's been a good two years of this.