#okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[parasitoidism]

i have one really annoying sounding dungeon and the final boss to go in persona 1 depending on how annoying that dungeon is i will go on gamefaqs and start necroposting to defend thsi games honor against people who say theres nothing worthwhile in it and you should just skip it

[devilskniife]

okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[elias-bouchards-tenth-divorce]

A .jmj ERROR OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

[iamtired10]

but she's so cute and perfect

okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

彼女と結婚しなさい💕

[emawinslow]

OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GO CRAZY

[luvgemini]

[hazel-callahan]

“i decided early on that aziraphale just loves crowley.”   — michael sheen, no. 1 shipper, nycc 2018

bonus:

[followniceinchnails]

ok;/OKayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[droctavius]

so ............ i............ might’ve spoke too soon last night..............

gargoyle is OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYyyyyyyyyy I GUESSSSSSSsssssssss

[haechanhour]

OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

[shrmpx]

FUCKING SHIT

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?! COOL! OKAYYY OKAYYYY OKAYY IM TOTALLY CHILL AND COOL I’M TOTALLY NOT DYING I’M TOTALLY NOT BURNING TO DEATH RIGHT OKAYYYYY MY FLAMES ARE RAGING AND MY FURY OF MADNESS IS TOO :) OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

[mufwah]

How long have you we've been friends? For like over a year now? *hugssss* also I hope you feel better soon! (I dunno I think I missed it sorry;;;;)

since dAY 1

it okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

i just had a major talk with someone so im fine for now

Teddy bear hug!!

[wait-im-not-out]

I'M STILL NOT OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

salt

i’ve been incredibly absent and beyond behind on the show but i happened to glimpse the season finale and i. ah. hm. have yet to process my feelings but i’m tired and kai and nya deserve better so here is a humble offering of pain 

(spoilers for s15 finale!! big spoilers)

Kai’s never liked the taste of salt. Not the bitter, acrid kind that comes with seawater, stinging and choking as it fills your lungs, burning your nose when you gasp for air. Not the dry, sandpaper-aftertaste that lingers on your tongue for hours after. Not the hot, slip of salt that sticks to your cheeks and leaves your eyes red and aching.

He swipes angrily at the fresh burst of warmth that slips free from his eyes, cursing under his breath as he sniffles thickly. The last rays of the sun on the horizon feel like they’re slicing into his eyes, making his head ache further as he desperately squints at the horizon. It’d be easier to look down, away from the brightness of the sun. He knows that.

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[punkdeaf]

TRANSPHOBES CAN KINDLY WALK INTO THE FIRES OF MOUNT DOOM. PEOPLE. DON'T BE JERKS. BE KIND. COME ON. ALSO BEC READ MY AESTHETIC STUFF WITH VAMPIRES IT MIGHT MAKE YOU HAPPY. #mymalecharacterissupergaaaaayyyyy

OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

[oregonsfinestlez-alex-blog]

OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYyy i had this huge debate about what art is during class. FOOTBALL IS NOT ART. sure some plays can be pretty damn rad but as far as art goes, football doesnt qualify. 

also some kid iN BAND said that he didnt know music was a form of art 

ohmifuckinggod 

[avoidingthesituationarchive]

thenarratorsgalaxy

insaneSHARK: huh?

insaneSHARK: dont stick to life?

insaneSHARK: okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~!

DAGAMBLINGGOON: GODDAMMIT

DAGAMBLINGGOON: WHERE DA F*** ARE YOU

[Void Queen]: Omg Insanity that’s not what I meant and you know it--

[Void Queen]: find life

[Void Queen]: Don’t wander off

[Void Queen]: I swear if you get caught or arrested, I am not bailing you out--

Silent footsteps approach from behind Teddy. Martin slowly lowers himself to sit next to the ventriloquist, his hollow and nearly empty gaze focused on the ground, not sure what he should say. He absentmindedly tugs at the sleeves of his sweater, adjusting and readjusting them in silence. Anything he could say wouldn't help, he knew that... So Silently sitting next to Teddy is what he's doing.

By the time Martin finds him, Teddy’s already done with his third bottle, and it’s safe to say that he’s now drunk, face flushed a slight red. Even in his haze, he notices movement, and he glances over, only to find Martin himself sitting next to him. He’s quiet, turning a bit more to analyze him. He…seems very sad…

The ventriloquist looks back forward, thinking for a long moment…before he…takes a deep breath and… “Oh, angel sent…from up…above… You know you make…my world…light up… When I was down…when I…was hurt… You came to lift me up… Life is a drink…and love’s…a drug�� Oh, now I think I must be miles up… When I was a…river…dried up… You came to rain a flood…”

Teddy grabs another plastic wine glass, beginning to fill it. “And said drink from me, drink from me~! When I was so thirsty… Pour on a symphony… Now I just can’t get enough!” He hands the glass to Martin, before reaching over, putting an arm around his waist and pulling him close. “Put your wings on me, wings on me~! When I was so heavy… Pour on a symphony…when I’m low, low, low, low~!”

The ventriloquist takes a deep breath before continuing to sing passionately. “I! Oh, I! Oh, I~! Got me feeling drunk and high! So high! So high~! Oh, I! Oh, I! Oh, I~! Now I’m feeling drunk and high! So high! So high~!” He quiets down, humming the tune of the song as he leans against the elf’s body, resting his head on his.