#mmnope

[minimalisticmonstermash]

new developments straight out of purgatory .... on red.bubble & thread.less

[ozenfreed]

C e a s e

Guys-peeps-everyone in between and out between-hear me out:

You know how BonBon is a hand puppet to Funtime Freddy? What if we make Dogday the hand puppet to Catnap? 👀

Get it? Cuz-like-he doesn’t have a lower half-

[wingedchampion]

Forgot to watch two of my fave guard performances bc one got banned bc it was deemed too violent and the other just the sheer dedication to it bc they put cake batter in their hair,,,i could never

[tigorrrr]

"She's a ninja! You can't give her heels and a corset!"

Me: BISH yes I can 🙄 this is DIYA! Not letting her have it would be a crime 😤

[inherently-human]

Aziraphale’s Advent Calendar (G, 1,6K)

I come to you this holiday season bearing a gift that keeps on giving: An ineffable husbands mistletoe fic. Read it here!

Here's an excerpt! 🎄❤

“You don’t happen to know what A Christmas Carol is doing next to Hercule Poirot’s Christmas, do you?”

Crowley came to stand behind him. He was unnecessarily close, his corporeal heat palpable all down Aziraphale’s back. Despite his best efforts, the angel’s old heart skipped excitedly. The demon peered over his shoulder at the old, weathered book in his hands. “Mmnope. Don’t touch your books.”

“Our books. And I beg to differ. This one has your scent all over it, demon.”

“Does it now?”

“Yes, it does! It smells like soil, and fragrant gardens, and sunlight on a cold winter’s day, and—”

Crowley’s breath was hot on his neck. “Open the book, angel.”

[punsmaster69]

30/JAN/20XX

SANS JUST LAID ON THE COUCH FOR ALL OF TODAY. HE DID BASICALLY NOTHING!!

HOW CAN HE BE SO L-

ACTUALLY.

GIVEN THE EVENTS OF YESTERDAY... I GUESS IT DOES MAKE SENSE THAT HE'D WANT TO STAY FACE-DOWN ON THE COUCH ALL DAY LIKE HE IS.

"ALL DAY" SOUNDS LONG, BUT HE WOKE UP AROUND FIVE.

AND THEN FELL BACK ASLEEP AT TEN.

BECAUSE HE COULDN'T SLEEP LAST NIGHT FOR SOME PECULIAR AND UNKNOWN REASON.

...REALLY, THE THINGS HE DOES SOMETIMES. IT AMAZES ME THAT HE'S MADE IT THIS FAR WITHOUT INJURING HIMSELF PERMA

WELL.

...

NEVERMIND THAT.

I'M GLAD WE SKELETONS DON'T HAVE HEARTS, BECAUSE SANS' WOULD CERTAINLY NOT BE HAPPY AFTER YESTERDAY IF WE DID.

SANS IS STILL THERE, FACE-TO-CUSHION ON OUR SOFA. I POKED HIM TO MAKE SURE HE WAS ALRIGHT, AND GOT A HALF-AWAKE GRUNT IN RESPONSE.

"YOU WON'T EVEN TAKE YOURSELF TO BED, AT LEAST?"

"....mmnope.."

"MUST I DO EVERYTHING?"

HONESTLY, WHAT WOULD HE DO WITHOUT SUCH A PATIENT AND CARING BROTHER SUCH AS I?

OTHER THAN SLEEP ON THE COUCH FOREVER, APPARENTLY.

"...WAIT. DID YOU EVEN EAT TODAY?"

"mph."

"THAT IS NOT AN ANSWER."

"mm-mh."

"......"

"JUST SHAKE YOUR HEAD."

"..NO, YOU WON'T MOVE IT FROM THE COUCH. OKAY."

"THUMBS UP OR DOWN?"

DOWN.

"WHY?! THAT DOESN'T HELP YOU ANY!"

AGAIN, WHERE WOULD HE BE WITHOUT SUCH A GREAT SKELETON TO CARE FOR HIM?

TO MAKE FOOD FOR HIM AT TEN-FORTY AT NIGHT BECAUSE SANS FORGOT ABOUT EATING?

HE WORRIES ME SOMETIMES.

....

HE WORRIES ME A LOT OF TIMES, ACTUALLY.

THOUGH.. I REALLY DO THINK HE'S GETTING BETTER LATELY.

NOT JUST IN TERMS OF HIS MAGIC THING - OF COURSE, THAT TOO - BUT IN GENERAL.

HE'S A LOT MORE WILLING TO ACTUALLY DO THINGS THESE DAYS.

I WISH HE'D PUT MORE EFFORT INTO TAKING CARE OF HIMSELF WITHOUT MY ENCOURAGEMENT.

SANS ISN'T MUCH BETTER IN THAT REGARD.

HOWEVER!!

EVERYONE HAS TO START SOMEWHERE, RIGHT?

AND I REALLY DO FEEL THAT HE'S STARTING TO TRY.

[danieyells]

Leo: (puts his arms around Alan's neck and dangles for a bit) Mmnope. Too hard.

Alan: What are you doing.

Leo, walking away: I was gonna make a dumb joke about climbing you like a tree, but I decided it'd be too much work.

Alan: (grabs him by the wrist) No. Finish. If you can't even climb this high, it's a problem.

Leo: What???? I'm a ghoul you moron, of course I can climb that high. I'm exaggerating!

Alan: Prove it.

Leo: Uuuugh. (Humors him and climbs up to sit on his shoulders) There. Better?

Alan: (pulls Leo off and puts him on the ground, then pats his head) Good job.

Leo: Don't pat me you himbo!

(Alan later asked PC if they'd like to climb him like a tree as well. It seemed to be some sort of recreational exercise, and he thought they could benefit from it. They were very flustered, and did not bother to explain.)

[wellthebardsdead]

Mannimarco: *hands above his head, pinned to a wall by vanus and whining as the other high elf makes out with him* mnn- c-cut it out and let me fight you already damn i-

Vanus: *cuts him off with another kiss* Mmnope~ you can’t cast with your hands restrained and your tongue busy so we’re going to be here a while until my backup arrives so pucker up.

Mannimarco: *whines and stomps his feet*

[kitttenteeth]

Any new piercings or tattoos?

mmNope i’m moving soon so working v hard on saving money #😑 i would love 2 get horizontal navel piercings next or maybe turn my tongue piercing into a double

[the-helper-house]

[tthhe no sleeping thing, do you think its effecting you physically? Like are you tired at all?]

mmnope, not really

[That’s good at least. Does it—]

Whahappen?

Me no sleepy anymore :[

hhuh..?

[Milkman’s not sleeping anymore. We figure Birdo must’ve retconned it or something.. though i’m not sure why we’re calling it that if none of the anons have seen him sleep…]

. oh.

[minimalisticmonstermash]

wild that there´s new developments ... may there be more ... on red.bubble & thread.less

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

i am pretty sure moony @the-moon-loves-the-sea tagged me in a WIP wednesday post but i can't find it lol! anyway here is a bit from my current WIP idk if there are rules or something bc i can't find the post. thank you moony!!!

i tag @vukovich @thehoneybeet and @vvardlords

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When Draco had finished about half of his porridge, and Harry was having a second slice of toast, their breakfast was interrupted by a tapping at the kitchen window. Draco drew out his wand and pointed it at the window. It popped open, and a little brown owl sailed in with a violet postcard clutched in its talons. The owl circled the room, dropped the postcard on the table, and sailed right back out very quickly, as if it had someplace in particular to be. 

Harry wiped his sticky hands on the hem of the tablecloth and reached for the postcard.

"What is it?" Draco sipped his coffee. "Surely it can't be from Granger and Weasley already? I shouldn't like to cast such aspersions on their honeymoon."

Harry turned the card over and glanced at it, "Mmnope." He passed it to Draco, "It's from Burnish & Glint." 

"Oooh, Burnish & Glint? Give it here!" Draco took the card, trying not to yank. 

Mssrs Malfoy et Potter, 

I have the honour to advise you that your order is ready for collection. If convenient, please call in the shop this morning to collect it. 

Sincerely, 

Theodosia Burnish

[bugoutreviewgirlie]

yesterday. A fire happen in eiffel tower right?

Mmnope, it was a false alarm. Merry Christmas!

[spiderculechronicals]

This is just pure domestic fluff right here... Peter 1 has to go to work early and Peter 2 makes him breakfast. At work, the line cook (only other guy on duty so early) asks a favor and Peter 1 realizes he's got a lot of friends, actually...

___

Peter 1 woke up fifteen seconds before his alarm, alerted by his Spidey Sense, and quickly disabled it. Peter 2 stirred next to him.

“Mh…”

“Sorry… go back to sleep, baby…”

“Mmnope…” Peter 2 yawned. “Not ‘till you’re gone. What do you eat for breakfast? I can fix it for you while you’re in the shower.”

“Aw… uh, just some instant oatmeal with vanilla protein powder, usually. One scoop, two packets, hot water from the electric kettle, in the green travel mug.”

“Got it.” Peter 2 smiled, tugging him close for a quick kiss.

“Mm… thank you, baby.”

 

Peter 2 found the breakfast supplies arranged in a neat line on the counter. The travel mug was dirty in the sink, though, so while the water was heating in the kettle he washed it out. He smiled that the oatmeal was a variety fruit flavor pack, and chose a strawberry and a blueberry to combine. There were several coupon fliers stuck to the fridge with magnets, some items circled. It occurred to him that the pizza that Peter 1 had ordered the other night had been an unusual splurge, probably draining his food budget for the month. He checked the cabinets and refrigerator out of curiosity, noting that he at least had a sack of rice and some lightly-dented cans of beans and a stack of store-brand tuna. A bowl on the counter was full of leftover condiment packs of every sort. He had a microwave and electric kettle but no toaster and no dishwasher, and he had a basic set of pots and pans as well as a chef’s knife that looked suspiciously like the kind you get in commercial kitchens that use knife sharpening services, not the kind you buy from the store.

Peter 2 heard the shower switch off and somewhat guiltily stopped his investigation. He picked up the mug, gave the slurry a good stir with a long-handled spoon, then came out to present it to his freshly washed boyfriend. “Tell me if I got it right…”

“Aw! Yes, it’s perfect. Just runny enough I can kinda drink it if I don’t wait too long. Ooh, good flavor choice. Best Boyfriend.” Peter 1 wiggled and leaned in for a kiss.

Peter 2 returned the kiss and smiled proudly. “Did you swipe that knife from work?”

Peter 1 gasped. “Oh! No… it, um. The last place I worked before the diner was a hotel restaurant as a busser and sometimes dishwasher, and they changed knife sharpening services- well, the old company got bought out, and somehow that meant they had a spare set? And, uh… that was part of my Christmas bonus last year.”

Peter 2 laughed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to accuse you.”

“Hehe, it’s okay. Funny thing is I’m making close to the same if not more sometimes as a server, even though the wage is lower, just because of tips.”

“You have a cute face and broad shoulders, I’m sure that helps.” Peter 2 winked.

“Oh it does. And Peter is a kind of, um, old fashioned name, I guess? Big hit with the older ladies.”

“Get your clothes on, don’t let me make you late.”

“Ah! You saved me just enough time by making me breakfast that I won’t be.” Peter 1 said, handing him back the travel cup temporarily so he could dry off and put on his work clothes. The uniform consisted of a contemporary gray polo shirt with darker accents on the collar, edges of the short sleeves, and lining the pocket (where he had a brass-colored nametag that read Peter), a half-apron at the waist, and clean black slacks and worn but still presentable and clean kitchen safe shoes. “Well?”

“Very nice. I was a little worried the color scheme would be something awful, like… yellow,” Peter 2 grinned.

“Ha! Two broke girls. Nahhh… might get more tips if it were, though. Out of pity. This is a standard color from the manufacturer, not custom. It’s a small business.”

“You look good. Here’s your breakfast. I’ll see you around 10?”

“Yes. Um… I wish I could leave you my phone, but… then I couldn’t contact you back anyway…”

“No, don’t worry about it. I’ll just go back to bed for a while.”

“Okay. I love you so much. Feel free to raid the kitchen for food? Please do.” Peter 1 grabbed a lightweight oversized hoodie and put it on, then grabbed Peter 2 for another hug and lingering kiss, then waved and headed out the door.

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“Morning, Peter! Ugh, is that your weird oatmeal breakfast in a cup thing? Dude… I could not handle that texture first thing in the morning…” The line cook greeted. Peter 1 rolled his eyes and set about making the coffee.

“Morning Danny. Yeah, I know you’d rather hit a blinker on your vape and then slam a five hour energy shot with a waterboy for a chaser…” Peter 1 teased. “Gonna have a coronary before you’re forty, my guy.”

“Eh. Hey, can you do me a solid real quick and lift up this oven? I swear to God, Frank dropped the good turner and kicked it under here and didn’t tell nobody, and if I have to use the other one for my over easy eggs and the yolks break on me in the middle of the rush one more God damned time, I’m gonna lose it…”

“Uh…”

“… C’mon, dude. I saw you move the cardboard dumpster out of the loading zone last week. I know you’re like… enhanced, or whatever they call it. Extra shift meal for the rest of the month, on me. I won’t spread it around. Please?”

“Fine… gimmie something to cover my uniform, I don’t wanna get grease on my shirt.” Peter 1 took his apron off and stowed it by the register, then followed Danny back to the kitchen. He put on the proffered chef coat and full-length apron, then crouched down beside the piece of equipment. “Um. Gloves too, please.” Danny passed him a box and he put on a double layer of vinyl gloves, then started gingerly feeling around the bottom of the oven to find the most structurally sound spot to lift, finally settling on grabbing it by the wheels. He lifted slowly, trying not to jostle it out of place too much in case it disconnected from the gas, stopping when the front was about a foot off the ground. “… good enough?”

“Fuck, man…! Yeah! … Oh shit there it is, I fucking knew it!!” Danny crawled down beside him and snatched up the grill tool, then backed out again. “Fucking lifesaver.” He took it to the dish pit and started scrubbing it down. “Dude if you weren’t such a touch-me-not I would blow you in the bathroom right now. Seriously. I’m taking this turner home with me from now on, Frank can go fuck himself.”

“Uh!” Peter 1 blushed, peeling the gloves into the trash.

“… Sorry, uh. That was, um, that was a joke and I hope I didn’t make you freak out? I mean unless you don’t want it to be a joke…”

“Danny,” Peter 1 laughed, “Oh my God…”

“Seriously please don’t freak out and quit, and that blowjob offer is a Schrödinger’s cat we can just let it go or like…”

“Danny, I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh for real?? Oh sweet, dude! I’m happy for you! He better be good enough for you, or it’s not just me, it’ll be all the regulars on his ass…”

“He is.”

“Hell yeah.” Danny smiled, then tipped his head towards the dining area at the sound of the door bells. “Got a customer.”

[heylinfanclub]

On one hand I ‘they gotta post somewhere the words gotta get out somehow’ on the other Untagged Massacre on an Autoplaying Video followed by images of people getting pulled apart like mmnope I think. I’m done with tumblr.

No more dashboard. Only follow list top nine blogs. For the REST OF THE YEAR.

I have no other social media. But I gotta. I gotta get out of this place. At least discussions verbally of issues can’t FORCE YOU TO WATCH REAL LIFE CARNAGE AND HUMAN SUFFERING (which I’m sure is also a method of torture so like fucking stop iiiitt I am gonna be SICK). ‘It’s not forcing if u can turn off ur phone’ I am a slow disabled individual and that video AUTOPLAYED and sometimes when I turn my phones volume off it goes ‘haha but you WANNA hear the video ur playing tho right so I’m not rly gonna be off’. So like. Kinda did. Kinda did.

[darkenforcer]

have you ever thought about selling those swords of yours to pay for therapy??? :/

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"mmnope."

getting help's cool; everyone should try it! not him, though.