#thwoop

[lasersquid]

you're god-d*mned right i am

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: We're Good

A bit of a more chill video, but I knew I'd have at least a few things to talk about, and as well as featuring Adriana Arellano in her second ever Voiceplay collaboration, the video (released in June 2021) includes the one and only Cesar De La Rosa, in his first ever collaboration with the group! So without further ado, let's go!

I may be wrong but I feel like Eli doesn't wear glasses as often as he used to. Maybe contacts are easier to deal with for video-filming and stuff?

(Also looking stylish there, Geoff! 👌👀)

Only just realised the quiet hilarity of Voiceplay all sitting/standing around a piano when they're an acapella group 😂 (apart from the rare appearance from Violayne 😉😁)

*hair flip*

(Also manicured nails I believe?)

I love Cesar's fan (yes yes obvious pun opportunity, I don't need to say it) (also cool necklace!)

What an icon, I adore him

Yes Geoff is very pretty/handsome in this video, also peep the necklace that he usually wears (a gift from Kathy at some point or another apparently), on full display here!)

Y'know what, time for another Geoff Hair Study

Love a guy that can make somewhat-messy hair look good (affectionate) (Also not that the colour picks for this one are the way they are due to the lighting of the shot)

Cool effect they did for a few seconds here, with the narrower aspect ratio and altered video quality/colouration, which matches up with the effect they put on the audio in the same moment (they did something kinda sorta similar a couple years later with In The Air Tonight (which was last year))

Adriana looks very stylish in this video, and I love how you can see how much she's enjoying herself!

Yeah that was cool

*fan thwoop*

If you haven't ever listened to this cover with headphones on, you should! It's a very cool arrangement (shoutout to Rob Dietz for this one), and honestly what a brilliant introduction of Cesar! He literally was only in one more video (full-length, not counting the Minis) before he became a full-time member, and that video is up next! Stay tuned!

[queenofbaws]

oooh! May I have a (Control) Trench/Northmoor thing? Been a while and I loved what you did last time. Preferably something soft and light-hearted?

(I'm currently too clammed up and angsty and generally blah to write anything, so *someone* has to do it.) <3

catch me catching up on some not-quite-six sentence sat(or)sunday!

The interdepartmental bulletin had gone over like a lead balloon - at least in the executive suite. Its phrasing had been cheerful, almost irreverent, peppering in all the buzzwords du jour: synergy, community, appreciation, morale, describing the exercise as everything but what it actually was.

A bad idea.

Trench had seen the surveys go out - neat, painstakingly organized things they were - and for a good week after the copy machine had cooled off, each pneumatic THWOOP! of an incoming mail tube made him wince. There was no way in hell this didn't break bad, no. Way. In. Hell.

Yearbook superlatives were still yearbook superlatives by any other name; and maybe he wasn't some high-falutin' expert on the matter, but he was pretty damn sure this sort of juvenile popularity contest counted as archetypal, no matter how wild and/or wacky the categories were.

Whoever's idea this little team building exercise had been, well...he hoped they realized they were playing with fire. If not metaphorically, tempting the Oldest House with a tasty morsel of iconography, then, uh, literally. They might literally find themselves set aflame.

The thought occurred to him again when the day finally came and he found himself standing in front of the corkboard in the Executive wing, his eyes moving with slow, calculated saccades across the pages of dot-matrix printing posted up there. Perhaps, he thought - perhaps - they'd skirted the Oldest House's wrath through careful consideration (the sides of each sheet torn off perfectly at the perforations, the proper usage of an even number of Bureau-issued nondescript thumbtacks, the wise omission of any of those digital smiley faces the younger agents seemed so fond of those days), but he'd seen Broderick's name on the list. He'd seen the title he'd been awarded.

No one was out of the frying pan yet.

Like the cliche alone betrayed him, a familiar warmth filled the room. Without glancing away from the list, Trench swirled the (now steaming) coffee in his mug and took a sip. "Director," he said by way of greeting, not without the faintest upward tick to the corner of his mouth.

"Had one of these in high school, you know," Northmoor answered, all bluster and proud swagger as he joined Trench at the corkboard. "Most likely to succeed. You believe that? Like somehow, in someway, the whole graduating class was prescient. Who woulda thunk, huh? Oh, if only they knew..."

Ah. All right. There he'd been, expecting the water coolers to be bubbling over while the wallpaper glue melted off the damn drywall, and yet there was Broderick, grinning like the cock of the walk. Trench was still fully, fully of the opinion that this whole mess had been a bad idea - an awful one, really - but now he added an asterisk to that thought, a footnote down at the very bottom of his mental write-up of the scene:

The superlatives had been a bad idea.*

*But funny, too.

With his mug, he gestured towards the corkboard, offhandedly asking, "You've seen it already, then?"

"On my way in, yeah," Northmoor answered, folding his arms and squaring his shoulders in a self-assured stance as endearing as it was obnoxious. "Great way to start the day - really puts a spring in your step, doesn't it? Seeing how the rest of them think of us?"

Trench hummed a soft "Mhm" of agreement into his coffee, experience having taught him to savor it now, while he had the chance. Soon enough, he suspected, that wouldn't be the case.

"You hardly sound enthusiastic about it. Here, what'd they give you? Hmm...Zachariah...Zachari - ah, there you are!" His finger traced its way down the list from a safe distance, the paper darkening in a spot or two along the way. "Most likely to benefit from a vacation. Ha! Hey, you have to hand it to them, they're not wrong." Without waiting for a response, he continued, obviously just excited to share his own title. "Try not to look so grim about it, Deputy. I mean, it's not what I was voted, but c'mon...not everyone can be Hottest in the Bureau."

Echoing himself, Trench once more hummed in agreement. "True," he said flatly, hoping against hope there wasn't anything on his face suggesting how close he was to snickering. "You'll have to excuse my candor for saying so, but I don't think anyone here has a leg to stand on if they argue you're not the hottest one in the Bureau. That's just simple fact."

He waited. That probably made him as much a part of the problem as whoever it was who'd put the surveys out in the first place, but he did it. Trench waited until Northmoor turned to look at him, his grin sideways and shining and perfectly fetching; Trench waited for that very moment, and then, perfectly calm, fanned himself with the case file he'd been holding in his other hand.

The grin didn't drop all at once. But it dropped. Doubt flared in Broderick's eyes, then realization, then fury, then actual honest-to-god embers. The room positively wilted in the ensuing heat pouring off of him as he whirled around, shouting at some poor pencil pusher to "GET ME THE NAME OF WHATEVER CLOWN THOUGHT THIS COCKAMAMIE BULLSHIT UP," and Trench? Why, he loosened his tie. Kept fanning himself. He set his coffee mug down as its contents began to boil, and he forced himself to admit maybe there was a bit of truth behind those superlatives after all.

He probably wouldn't get a suntan from watching Broderick burst into flame upon realizing the whole Bureau had joined together to make a horrific pass at wordplay at his expense, but the ambient heat he was putting off was the closest he'd come to a tropical vacation in at least ten years, and if he was honest with himself...yeah, yeah, he was benefiting from it, all right.

[one-way-to-do-it]

there's something so aesthetically pleasing with how they did Adam's powers in gotg3 and it just makes my brain go thwoop

[benw10]

In dnd 5e, if they're native to the plane you're on, then they go to a harmless demiplane for one minute. It is literally just "alright you've been bad, go sit in timeout" and then they just thwoop to what I can only hope is a demiplane full of people who are currently being banished. Like just one collective timeout room for all the multiverse's meanies.

i think banishment is the funniest possible spell you can cast on someone. like i'm not even going to fight you. YOU'RE going to go away. you have no choice.

[sys-garden]

Thinking about frodo with a hand fan, the ones that go thwoop. yeah <3

[beepathan]

the ONLY way to take images is using your sleeping computer screen as a mirror feat. the duality of man

[lasersquid]

oh?

enhance

hmm

[6em4k]

"Hmmm..."

Decisions, decisions.

He could just send MK over on his lonesome and let Wukong deal with that all on his own... or he could tag along and watch the frustration sparks fly. It could increase the chances of a punch getting swung at him... but also, it would increase the chance of a punch getting swung at him in front of MK. Which would be delicious.

"Alright." Macaque smiled. "Since you're demanding."

Thwoop - through the portal they both went.

X @6em4k

"I see it as an easier way to carry things around and not having to waste energy on having to make your shadow puppets carry it for you." It seemed kind of pointless to him to do it that way or Macaque having to carry it all in his arms. Basket making was one of the many things he learned so wasn't a waste to him when he had more resources to make them.

[battlestratagem]

Dadoop 📱

@arespilot

[ text 💌 Jim ] you awake?

[literalite]

Better live your life We are running out of time

if you don’t have @qwertysims‘s latest hair in your game ur insane btw

[gwenspter]

𝘼𝙇𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎.

SUMMARY || Peter finds you on a rooftop crying. Leading to him comforting you after you had a fallout with one of your friends.

PAIRING || Peter Parker x gn!reader

WARNINGS || English isn’t my first language, descriptions of a toxic friendship, a few swear words, angst, fluff

WORD COUNT || 0.9k

Oh. So this is what you are to him. Someone he can push around and toy with whenever he wants and disregard you whenever you stand up for yourself on how he treats you. Someone that he can use to make him feel better about himself. How could you not have seen the signs sooner? All the red flags were practically waving at you.

You realized that he did more bad than good to you. He made you feel like an outcast, someone who would never be good enough for anyone. He made you feel like shit, crying to yourself every night every time you remembered the awful things he said to you about that day. But you laugh it off like always because you were scared, scared of people that you care about leaving you even though they make you feel like garbage.

You don't even know why you tried. After recognizing all the things he has done to you, you feel sorry for yourself. You were so naive, so easy to fool, like a newborn baby being clueless of the whole world around you. You feel the cold air of Queens around you as the hot tears leave your eyes. Making the glowing lights of the city completely blurry.

You let out a bitter laugh, you were not expecting your day to turn out like this. Ending with the heartbreak of losing one of your friends, could you even call him a friend? You’re not sure anymore. All that you care about now is trying to forget everything that happened, hoping that the bustling night streets of the city will at least help you escape the nightmare of a life you have right now.

You try to quiet down your crying after hearing a familiar thwoop, hoping to at least save yourself from the humiliation of crying in front of Peter. But you wouldn't budge. What did you honestly expect? You were weeping on top of a building at night when Peter was patrolling. 

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Hearing Peter's soft voice made you break down more, “Y/N...Are you okay? Why are you crying? Did someone do this to you? Because I-”

“Pete, I’m fine.” Both of you knew this was a lie. He knows you too much to try and disregard you crying just because you said you were okay. Hearing your little sniffles made Peter’s heart burst into pieces. He would do anything to make you feel better.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong.” You heard his footsteps get closer and it stopped when you heard him breathing behind you. His arms engulfed your torso, putting his chin on your shoulder, comforting you with his embrace. Peter didn’t push the subject any more further, understanding that you were still not ready to talk about it. Both of you stayed like this for minutes. Basking in the peaceful and serene feeling of being with each other.

Until you interrupted it with your hoarse voice, “J-Jay and I, ended our friendship. Well, he did, and now I realized all the shitty things he's done to me and, I can’t help but feel like I‘m not worth anyone's time. Oh my gosh, Peter, what if all my friends secretly hate me I-I-” Stopping when you realized you were rambling to Peter. What if he thinks you were weak for crying? Does he think you were being overdramatic?

As if Peter read your mind, his grip on you tightened. You can feel his radiating anger and worry for you. It made you smile a little, happy to see that someone still cares about you. After a few seconds, his grip on you loosened, gently gripping your hips to turn you around to face him.

“Y/N, how could anyone hate you? You are the most amazing person I have ever met, and I have met Tony Stark so, take that as a huge compliment.” You laughed at that. Peter could always lighten up your mood whenever you were sad, and you are thankful for that. “And besides, Jay was an asshole anyway. Why worry about him when you have countless friends who care about you?”

You knew he was right. You tried to, at least say something, but Peter silenced you by pulling you with him onto the floor of the roof. He hit the ground too hard, resulting in both of you turning into a fit of giggles. When the two of you finally calmed down, Peter wrapped his arm around your shoulder, putting you close to his side.

You close your eyes, enjoying this sweet little moment you got to experience with him. After a few minutes passed, you opened your eyes and turned your head to look at Peter. 

“Thank you.” You said, voice like a whisper, but of course. Peter heard it because of his hearing. Peter looked at you, only to find you gazing at him already. “For what?” He asked, confused about what you were thanking him for.

“Everything, Pete. For, being my friend for staying with me through thick and thin, for all the times you have, made me laugh when I was having a hard day. Thank you, I could not ask for someone else to make me feel so loved and wanted.”

Peter teared up at your words. He was surprised to hear how special he is to you. Like you are to him. He brought you closer to him, both of you practically cuddling. Smiling, when he heard you let out a content sigh. The two of you stayed like that until morning, and when you woke up, you could not help but think to yourself that even though the heartache was still there, at least Peter is still here by your side. Always.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Oh my fucking god I'm gonna cry

That poor fish didn't know what was coming.

Just, "thwoop" anddd gotcha.

For the HC's thing...

I think, as a person who launched a whole series based off the idea of Dew (and other water/water hybrids) having tentacle dicks...

I gotta say tentacle dicks.

It's both incredibly funny to me, uhhh intriguing, and also, again, funny.

Even funnier when you think of what that being flaccid would be like.

"Rain's walking around with his water tube just waggling there."

-folds hands on desk like I'm on trial-

Yeah.

TENTACLE DICK. TENTACLE DICK! @forlorn-crows get over here we're talking about tentacles again. I'm thinking about all water ghouls having them now, regardless of gender. Mist and her tentacle, that slithers out from between her legs when she lets it. Dew with one that only shows up when he really wants it to. Rain, all tentacle dick all the time. And absolutely. So hot, so fun in a world building sense, and absolutely hysterical. So many things to be done with tentacle dicks and so so little time.

[a-student-out-of-time]

I'm getting antsy, shit's about to get real

*Monday, October 1st, Sunny Days Island, noon*

*Damian sits on a chair by the front door, staring at the party outside* 

*He looks up at a circular design high on the opposite wall, then over to a bag in the corner*

Hmm...

*He gets up and fishes a bow and set of arrows out of the bag*

Hope I still know how to use this.

Alright, focus...

*He takes aim*

*THWOOP*

*And the arrow hits the circle slightly off center*

Oh...huh!

Nice shot!

Oh, hey Kana. Thanks. I felt like I was getting kinda rusty. 

And I think that’s...what, 10 points?

Nah. 9 points.

So still good!

Hey, have you...you got some time to talk?

Uhh, sure? What’s up?

[4x01]

first fridging of the series *pops a pathetically small bottle and it makes a little thwoop noise*

[when-wax-wings-melt]

SUMMER YOU SWALLOWED GUM OH GOD

accidentalyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i was drinking water and i forgot i was chewing gum and it just

thwoop