#jugglin

[dewgongs]

snippits of progress ?

[socially-antisocial00]

does anyone know the songs crashin' a wedding (also known as crashin' a muthafuckin' wedding) or jugglin iz cool from helluva boss

[an--artistic--autistic]

one of my friends may be able to get me a rollator 🎉

it belonged to their grandmother (i think?) and they've been given the OK to give me one which is actually really exciting

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Syrus for the askmeme!! (if you already did him or just wanna do two, Alexis?)

MY FAVORITE LITTLE GUY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

favorite thing about them: he is leaps and bounds the most i have ever felt a ygo character has been relatable to me specifically. I love that he's just this neurotic mess with such a sweet character arc and this very real fear of "what if im not good at the one thing im going to school for and all of my peers are going to leave me in the dust" like...i went to art school I Know That One !!!!!!!!!!

least favorite thing about them: HES. A LITTLE BIT OF A CREEP and like it's very very funny with this little 4'6" twerp but good god they slapped so much "wow! hot girl alert !!!" mid-2000s humor on him with the dark magician thing/just how he acts around women in general. we didnt need all that.

favorite line: YOU TRADED MY BED FOR A CARD, JADEN

brOTP: his relationship with zane makes me sob and cry and throw up and explode we know this. Top Yugioh Siblings of All Time for me. Power Bond Event Hits Every Time. I also just adore his friendship with Jaden....Syrus has two whole brothers and I WILL cry about it.

OTP: listen. listen to me boy. No one is on my wavelength of College AU Syrus and Mana From Duel Monsters weirdboy4weirdgirl power couple but they're GOOD. You could take the dark magician girl thing and make something FUN out of it!!!!!!! Me and the Bad Bitch I Pulled By Being Autistic *picture of Syrus Truesdale*

nOTP: not super into jaden/syrus as a shit just because i'm more locked onto the platonic/surrogate siblings read with that, but it's fine. i don't think theres any sy ship i hate. unless you ship him with his brother in which case explode then.

random headcanon: god where do i start. lactose intolerant. has OCD and is plagued by intrusive thoughts you cant even comprehend. gets headaches after crying. likes star fox. carly rae jepsen would rock his whole fucking world. would collect hot wheels (based) and booby lady anime figures (cringe.)

unpopular opinion: HES A FUCKING GOOD CHARACTER. HES THE JOEY OF GX HES A VALUABLE PART OF THE CAST AND ONE OF LIKE MAYBE 4 GX CHARACTERS THE WRITERS KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING WITH. people either ignore him or rag on him and it SUCKS. LEAVE MY LITTLE GUY ALONE!!!!!!!

song i associate with them: Point to Prove (I Was an Ugly Kid) by Bug Hunter kind of a Sy song big.

favorite picture of them: so many. this one is especially good though.

local 16 year old thinking murderous thoughts

[spider-man-2o99]

(water + wood)

will miguel's dreams of poisoning people with the venom from his fangs ever be realized

i promise, anon. yes 🙏

[radrobotz]

as a kid i would just pretend to be parts of fandoms i barely knew anything about like i saw all those animes that everybody was into at the time i would be like yeah this anime is soooo good (has literally never watched an episode of it in my life besides 240p 1 minute dub clips on youtube)

[oklcmc]

⠀⠀⠀𝓘 KNOW IT’S BEEN A hot little minute since I’ve updated you guys on what’s been going on offline, but especially as far as my writing goes, so I’ma try to break this down for y’all the simplest way that I know how to.

I know the last time I left off here— Probably sometime in early January— I told y’all that I was waiting out my probation period so that I can switch departments within the hospital that I’m currently employed at, so after seven extremely agonizing months, I can finally and proudly say that I’m switching departments. It’s been confirmed as of last Saturday morning. Switching departments means that I’ll be on a whole new work schedule which gives me even more leeway to write in the evening time (As I’ve been wanting to) being that I’ll be on first shift from here on out, but I, of course, have to get accustomed to waking up early, first and foremost.

I know I owe absolutely no one an explanation for my absence, but I also wanted to address the “thought” post that I posted on here back in late December of ‘22 about separating from writing in order to pursue my other hobbies. That’s not happening. At least not right this second, it isn’t. I’ve been put in a bind for the next five months to a year. Whatever. I’ve already cried and prayed over it multiple times. Bottom line is that I need an escape. Writing’s my escape and coping mechanism when shit gets tough, and always has been, so I’ma do what I need to do in order to survive like the true indecisive writer that I’ve always been.

I know that the last time I spoke about writing a piece on here was back in February when I contracted Covid—19. I mentioned wanting to do a second part to my Lil Meech imagine, but that won’t be happening, like ever, ‘cause I’m not into his gutter butt ass any longer, so run them numbers up on the first part, please. I don’t normally spin the block twice on a particular love interest anyway unless I show extreme interest in that specific piece of writing or unless it’s Kendrick, of course. I refuse to hint at who I’m writing a piece on next, ‘cause I want it to be a surprise and I damn sure don’t want anyone jackin’ my idea. I’m just hoping that I’ll actually have it out in time before the momentum completely dies out on it. All y’all need to know is that I’m in the process of doing my normal extensive research and outlining. I know some motherfuckers think it’s not that deep, but it is to me, and always will be, okay?! Y’all have no idea how excited I am to finally be pressin’ an ink pen to a pad after seven long months. This is gon’ be hot! I just know it! I can feel it in my bones! Anyway, after I publish this upcoming WIP then I’ll finally start on the next chapter of Underground Combat and If You Want Me To Stay then an imagine on Joey Bada$$ or Pharrell will probably follow suit. Not making any promises for those as of now though.

In the meanwhile, I’ma adjust some of these links as I’ve been meaning to. Just until I’m able to find time to revamp this blog, Georgy Porgy’s graphics and create a whole new theme. I know y’all are probably as tired as I am of staring at this current one.

Y’all have a blessed night now! I appreciate y’all for even staying locked in wit’ me throughout my hiatus. That’s genuine love! I love y’all!

[talesfromthephanerozoic]

*places this in the offering statue*

Hi! I love your art and a few of your pieces are rolling around in my brain giving me writing ideas but I wanted to make sure you're okay with it before I got going. That's all, I hope you're doing well.

Hope you are doing well too! Yea its fine

👀 can i read some of them?

[putukdraws]

Wasp Wednesday #054 Blast Jugglin'

[granddaughterogg]

Ghost: Why is being KIND AND GOOD to people that you care for so damn complicated. Bein' a cunt is an absolute no brainer. But when you like 'em and Care for 'em? It's like tryin' to ice skate while jugglin' live hedgehogs, I swear to FAWKING GOD - Recruits: *quiver in their boots because the Lutenit is being ever weirder than usual today*

[chvsau]

Jugglin' chain bombs

[pinetree-poet]

2024 NOVEMBER POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE: DAY 7 ~ A BROOM'S AN EASIER WAY

A BROOM’S AN EASIER WAY © 2024 G. Smith (BMI) =================== People give me a lotta guff, But I take it out on stupid stuff, Like the pull tab on a packet of pre-sliced cheese. Or when I’m standing, arms full, jugglin’, With groceries and deliveries and all that strugglin’, To simply hold it all and find my keys.

Spill some coffee when I’m in a hurry, Say some words that make the pups scurry; And leave the house for work just a few too late. I just don’t get it, I don’t understand, Why they can’t do something ‘bout the traffic jams, And with the idiots in this city too busy to hate.

Frustrated, irritated, Agitated, aggravated; Call it what you want to, but don’t call me. Maybe if I count to ten, I won’t blow up here yet again; But I rarely make it beyond maybe two or three.

Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever know, Why I let things bother me so; And not go right to the source of my distress. Guess I don’t wanna, hurt the feelin’s, Of the folks with, whom I’m dealin’, And a broom’s an easier way to clean up a mess, I guess; A broom’s an easier way to clean up a mess.

[ceilingfan5]

ooh. how 'bout circus criminals AU

“Step right up! Step right up- you’ve seen the action, and now it’s time to get your share!” Kravitz makes sweeping gestures with his top hat that are so dramatic that glitter keeps falling off of it. Taako bites his lip, trying not to laugh. Truly how he has the energy after a whole day of shows is beyond him, but Taako’s gonna match him pitter for patter until the crowds are gone. “Not a fan of carnival games? Why not test another skill?” 

Taako, still on his bigass stilts (okay, mediumass stilts, Lup stole the ladder-tall ones tonight) directs seedier traffic Kravitz-ward and seedless traffic towards the carnival games. The tweens and lovers and grubby child-babies can go throw balls at shit for stuffed unicorns. Double Secret Circus Blackjack is only for assholes. But like, a certain kind of asshole. They don’t need any law enforcement officers to step into the ring. Kravitz is duping ex-step-dads and greasy stockbrokers and self-entitled Um Actuallys into feeding the machine with their yum yummy dollar bills. 

You know, people that don’t return their carts at the grocery store. 

“Right this way!” Taako calls, slipping a number of shiny objects from his pockets and juggling like a dream. (Sometimes he does juggle in his dreams. Three previous roommates have complained about it.) He waits for a gap in the crowd and kicks with one long, long leg right towards the Hit The Thing With The Hammer Real Good stall– “Play sweet games, win sweet prizes!” and rolls his whole body toward The Subtle Tent– “Or try your luck, if you dare!” 

And so on. It all sort of runs together. Taako and Kravitz keep making eye contact that makes the air in Taako’s lungs glitter, and finally, when he’s got enough little fishies, Kravitz winks and ducks in. Taako drops his jugglin’ bits. For effect. He’s not stupid. He does make a show of struggling to bend down to pick them up, which gets a load of lil’guys gigglin and tossing him the things. Taako pretends to miss, and pretends to miss, and at the unlikeliest moment–oh my god mommy did you see that, he caught it!! 

Golly. What a miracle, at this, the Regularest Circus. 

He waits for a lull, rabbiting and yakking with the customers, playing it up, making a scene. And when he finally has a moment, he slips away and drops the stilts–easy as pie to make a quick change, if you’d like a slice. No time to redo his makeup, but it’s all whatever. The nights blend like impressionist paintings in a storm drain, and none of that oil paint should enter the water table. 

Heavy metals, you know. 

He ducks into the tent, like literally does a tuck and roll and POP, gasp hello it’s Taako here, can you believe you didn’t have him before now? You’re SAVED. And he walks around, checking on the heavy round felted tables that are such a bitch to roll into the semi when they leave town. Whatever the fuck was wrong with the Costco tables that fold in the middle?

He sneaks up to Kravitz, who is running the highest stakes in the tent, of course, and loving every minute of it. Taako pops up behind him– even sitting, that stupid top hat obscures most of Taako, you know, stilts-less– and pulls a few funny faces to amuse and distract the patrons. Haha, a fucking clown. Doesn’t he know his whole existence is stupid? Kravitz makes a big show of turning and Just Missing Taako, and the big fishies are in stitches by the time the clown is caught. 

“You’re distracting me,” Kravitz teases, shuffling cards like a real obnoxious bitch. Shame he’s so great. “Can’t you clown around another big top?” 

“Who, me?” Taako makes a big show of innocence. It’s so funny how much they’re taken in by him, with some makeup and sweeping gestures and nonsense. These are probably the kind of guys who’d run screaming from a clown in a haunted corn maze or whatever, but Taako’s got these dung beetles eating bullshit right out of his hands. 

“Yeah, you! Can’t you see I’ve got serious business to attend to?” 

“Sure, sure, sure,” Taako soothes, clocking Kravitz slipping an ace or seven up his sleeve. Taako’s whole chest bursts with affection. “I’ll secure the perimeter, sir!” And Taako clicks his heels together as loudly as possible. 

His shoes squeak. It’s great. 

Kravitz barely keeps a straight face. 

“As you were, Captain Bananapants.” 

Taako’s gonna show him. Taako’s going to show him but good. 

He honks his nose and evaporates, pacing round the outside instead. And Ring A Ding Ding, Chicken Wing, who the Fuck must be approaching but the goddamn fuzz. 

He presses a button in the lining of his pocket to Shut That Shit down, and Kravitz will certainly feel his pager go off. Taako’s time to shine, full distract mode. 

“Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair,” he starts off, pulling a full handstand and wiggling his ass. Here’s the thing about being a clown. You can get away with so much. 

“Can it, jackass,” the head guy in charge growls. 

“Oh, extremely loud buzzer noise!” Taako rolls back to a back bend. “Clown, actually. Fool, even. Jester, on the weekends. Harlequin if you ask sweetly. But not a jackass.” 

“You work here, right?” Buzzcut demands. 

“No,” Taako says politely. “This is a hobby.” He makes a show of stage whispering behind his hand. “The wife calls it a fetish, but what does she know!” He laughs so hard he makes himself fall over, and, when the cop steps over him, sits up as fast as possible. Both of them end up on the ground. 

“So sorry!” Taako pops up and reaches out to help him up, which obviously activates the buzzer on his hand, because he’s old school. It’s hilarious. It’s also not full grounds for arrest. Ha ha. “Are you alright? I guess I have a habit of tripping over my feet!” 

This doesn’t end, you know, well, but by the time Taako is done getting grilled like chicken on a milf’s salad, there’s no evidence or remnant of their super legal gambling ring. 

“That’s how you do it, baby,” Taako mumbles later, taking off his makeup. Sometimes he wishes he had a sandblaster, just get it real done real fast.

“Thank you again, Taako, you did perfectly.” Kravitz waits for him to be mostly lipstick free, and then tugs him into a grateful kiss. Taako takes two extra for good measure, and one for his pocket, and another to collect interest in the bank. 

“You bet your sweet ass, I did. I had to recite the whole clown code to those jokers to get them to believe me. You know, not just anyone can do this shit.” 

“Yeah,” Kravitz says, smiling glittery-eyed at his makeup-less face. “You’re a real stand-up ham.”

[askthelordsinblack]

Hello my Lords! I’m the Jester! Is there something I could do for you? I can do lots of interesting tricks!

Uh hhi! Canuoy juggle? I like jugglin g

[the-thread-of-muses]

@sleepdeprxved asked:

"But now I feel your stress. . ." @ zashi

Stress and stressed out, that’s what Hizashi was. He felt the smile he wear barely meet his eyes, and he was thankful that his Hero uniform had sunglasses to stop villains from seeing where he’s looking.

❝Haaah, is it that obvious?❞ He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. He was tired, and tired still, and while he knew he needed to rest. . . He also had three jobs to do and not enough time in the world to do it.

❝I’ve been jugglin’ a lot lately, but I didn’t think that others could notice.❞ Nor did he think the Villain he befriended would notice as well.

[tamegaeil]

I Should've Known

Seems we hardly ever do.

went by the house the other day

funny how I always find myself driftin' back

seems no matter where I'm headed

it's forever on the way

just restin' there all big 'n' white

with everyone set right out front

Gram in her wicker chair

wearin' her favorite purple flowered dress

that battered garden cap

'n' those dark clip-on sunglasses

Honey, the devoted daughter

stationed close by

readin' the newspaper out loud

Aunt Mayna slouchin' on the side door stoop

my Dad roostin' on the hood

of his prized two-toned Buick

lip jugglin' a long Pall Mall

with his signature two inch ash

'n' the two young boys

sittin' on the stairs at the end of the walk

smilin' 'n' wavin' to traffic

countin' Chevys 'n' Fords

been just so

as long as I can remember

'til the other day

the smaller boy was missin'

'n' when I hollered over 

to ask about him not bein' there

the folks only looked at me

as if I should've known

'course it happened to Uncle Ralph

'n' we'd heard all 'bout Buddy in the war

then the rest

one by one

but it never seemed it'd come to us

not to us

for Christsakes no

not after all that growin' up

was me who creamed you

with that length of pipe

'n' you who shovel slammed me 

when my back was turned

I remember the day you won

the homecomin' road race

lungin' over the finish line

all foamy mouthed and pukey

in record time too

I was so fuckin' proud

you 'n' me

we made the Reardon girls

'n' watched the dawn crashin'

after all night talkin'

on dreams to come

and things we'd done

what about the time...

yeah the time

just didn't look right though

at the house the other day

that kid sittin' on his own

I should've known