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[slowlicious]

🎵 1976 Tootsie Roll Song 🍫(SLOWED)🍬

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Tootsie Roll Song (SLOWED) @slowlicious

[rudyking]

It's the diapers that make the man:

JJ doesn't see fault in baby talking his Matt when he's changing his diaper. Although Yn and the Pogues feel otherwise.

The Outer Banks sun, a relentless spotlight, beat down on the ramshackle porch of the Chateau. JJ, hair bleached even lighter by the sun and sea salt, wrestled with a wriggling miniature version of himself. Chester, all of two years old and sporting the same shaggy blonde mop as his dad, was engaged in a full-blown protest against his diaper.

“No di-pah!” Chester shrieked, tiny fists batting at JJ’s hands. “Big boy! Big boy!”

JJ, despite being perpetually carefree, was surprisingly patient when it came to Chester. He was a whirlwind of energy in almost every other aspect of life, but with his son, a gentle calm descended. He softened his grip gently, his blue eyes, startlingly bright against his tanned skin, crinkling at the corners as he spoke in a sing-song voice, “Oh no, little man, diapers are for everyone, even big boys like Chester! Keeps your little bum bum dry and comfy.”

Inside the Chateau, Yn watched the scene with a fond smile. She was the anchor to JJ’s whirlwind, the calm amidst his storms. Kind eyes, the colour of warm honey, observed everything with a quiet wisdom. She saw the tenderness in JJ’s usually reckless movements, the pure, unadulterated love he poured into his son. And lately, she’d also been observing Chester’s growing aversion to diaper changes.

Chester’s cries intensified. “Di-pah baby! Chester no baby!” He crossed his little arms with a dramatic huff, his lower lip quivering.

JJ sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes skyward as if appealing to some unseen deity. “Hear that, heavens? The injustice! The blatant disregard for parental authority! This kid thinks he’s too cool for diapers!”

Yn chuckled, stepping out onto the porch, a glass of iced tea in hand. “He’s definitely got your dramatic genes, JJ.” She leaned against the porch railing, watching as JJ finally managed to secure the diaper, Chester still muttering about being a ‘big boy.’

Later that afternoon, after Chester was happily distracted by digging holes in the sand with a plastic shovel, Yn broached the diaper subject with JJ. They sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak a familiar soundtrack to their life in the Outer Banks.

“You know,” Yn began casually, swirling the ice in her tea, “I think I figured out why Chester hates diaper changes so much.”

JJ, who was whittling a piece of driftwood into… something (it was abstract, even for him), looked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Lay it on me, Doc. You’ve cracked the code of toddler tantrumology?”

“It’s not tantrumology,” Yn laughed, gently nudging his arm with her elbow. “It’s… you.”

JJ blinked, his whittling knife pausing mid-air. “Me? What did I do now? Did I accidentally teach him how to hotwire the golf cart?”

“No, nothing like that.” Yn paused, choosing her words carefully. “It’s… the baby talk.”

JJ frowned, genuinely confused. “The baby talk? What baby talk? I talk to him like a normal person!”

Yn raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “JJ, you coo at him like he’s a newborn chick. Every time you change his diaper, it’s ‘Who’s my wittle chunky monkey? Yes it’s you! You with your tootsie wooties!’” She mimicked his baby voice perfectly, making JJ flush a shade of deeper tan.

He sputtered, “Hey! I do not talk like that!” He did, and they both knew it.

“Yes, you do,” Yn said softly, her tone turning serious. “And I think Chester hates it because he’s trying to be a big boy, and when you baby talk him while changing his diaper, it makes him feel small. Like you’re still treating him like a baby.”

JJ went quiet for a moment, the whittling knife still suspended. He looked at Chester, who was now enthusiastically trying to bury his shovel in the sand, a small determined frown on his face. He hadn’t considered that. He’d just been… talking to his son. The way he thought you were supposed to talk to babies.

“Huh,” he finally said, scratching his chin thoughtfully, leaving a smudge of driftwood dust on his cheek. “Never thought of it like that.”

Then, his eyes widened, and a familiar spark of rebellious indignation flared. “Wait a minute! So, you’re saying I’m not allowed to baby talk my own son?” He shot up from the swing, driftwood forgotten, his voice rising in pitch. “That’s outrageous! Unjust! It’s my parental right to baby talk Chester! It’s practically in the parenting handbook, page one, chapter one: ‘Thou shalt coo at thine offspring.’”

Yn sighed, already anticipating the inevitable. “JJ, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m just suggesting that maybe Chester doesn’t like it. Maybe try talking to him like… well, like a normal person, as you put it, when you’re changing his diaper.”

But JJ was already on a roll, fuelled by righteous indignation and a healthy dose of dramatic flair. “No! This is an outrage! I’m going to the Pogues. They’ll understand. They always understand injustices, big or small, especially the ones involving parental baby-talking rights.”

And with that, JJ, in a flurry of blonde hair and righteous fury, marched off the porch, presumably towards the Twinkie, to rally the Pogues to his cause. Yn watched him go, shaking her head and smiling. This was going to be… entertaining.

True to his word, JJ arrived at the Chateau later that afternoon, a storm cloud of blonde hair and indignation descending upon the Pogues, who were sprawled across the living room in various states of post-surf exhaustion.

“Pogues!” JJ announced dramatically, throwing his arms wide, “I have come to you today with a grave injustice! A parental rights violation of the highest order!”

John B, who was attempting to teach Pope how to juggle coconuts (poorly), paused, a coconut teetering precariously in the air. “JJ? What in the hell are you talking about?”

Kiara, lounging on the couch reading a book, peeked over the top of the cover, a skeptical look on her face. “Did you finally get banned from Heyward’s?”

“Worse!” JJ declared, pacing back and forth like a caged tiger. “They, and by ‘they’ I mean Yn, are trying to take away my right to baby talk Chester!”

Silence descended upon the room. John B dropped a coconut, which bounced off Pope’s head. Pope yelped. Cleo, who was meticulously cleaning her surfboard, stopped scrubbing and stared.

“Wait,” Kiara said slowly, lowering her book. “You’re upset because Yn told you not to baby talk Chester?”

“Exactly!” JJ exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “It’s my prerogative! It’s how I show him I love him! It’s… it’s tradition! Parents baby talk their kids, it’s like, the law of the jungle!”

Pope, rubbing his head, spoke cautiously. “JJ, I think Yn probably just meant that Chester is getting older and maybe doesn’t like being talked to like a baby anymore.”

“But that’s the point!” JJ insisted, his voice rising again. “He’s my baby! He’ll always be my baby! And I have the right to coo at him, and smooch his cheeks, and call him ‘snuggle muffin’ if I darn well please!”

John B, finally understanding the absurdity of the situation, started to chuckle. “Snuggle muffin? Seriously, JJ?”

“Hey! Don’t judge my pet names!” JJ retorted defensively. “The point is, it’s unjust! It’s tyrannical! It’s… it’s baby talk discrimination!”

Kiara burst out laughing, leaning back against the couch cushions. “Oh, JJ, you’re unbelievable.”

Cleo, ever the pragmatist, spoke calmly. “JJ, Yn is probably just trying to help Chester. Kids grow up fast. They want to be seen as bigger than they are.”

JJ deflated slightly, his rant losing steam in the face of the Pogues’ amusement and gentle disagreement. He slumped onto a beanbag chair, the fight leaving him. He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it even further.

“It’s just…” he mumbled, his voice softer now, the bravado gone. “It’s just… I didn’t get a lot of that, you know?” He avoided eye contact, staring at the floor, his deep dimples suddenly appearing more prominent, highlighting a vulnerability beneath the usual bravado.

The laughter in the room died down, replaced by a quiet understanding. They all knew, in varying degrees, about JJ’s dad. They knew about the lack of affection, the harsh words, the absence of any kind of tenderness.

“Baby talk,” JJ continued, his voice barely above a whisper, “it’s… it’s love. Pure, simple love. The kind I didn’t get. And I want Chester to have it. All of it. I want him to know, from the moment he wakes up to when he falls asleep, that he is loved, and cherished, and… babied, even if he’s technically not a baby anymore.”

A silence stretched between them, not uncomfortable, but thoughtful. The Pogues exchanged glances, understanding dawning in their eyes. JJ, beneath all the sarcasm and recklessness, was just trying to be the dad he never had. He was pouring all the affection he’d craved as a child onto his son, expressing it in the only way he instinctively knew – through baby talk and coos and ridiculous pet names.

Yn chose that moment to walk into the Chateau, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She’d clearly been listening at the door. She knelt beside JJ, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice warm and understanding. “I get it, JJ. I do.” She looked at the Pogues, giving them a knowing smile, “He’s just a big softy under all that bravado.”

JJ scoffed, but there was no real heat in it.

“Look,” Yn continued, turning back to JJ, “Chester needs to feel like a big boy, yes. But he also needs to know he’s loved. We can find a balance. Maybe… maybe we can reserve the ‘snuggle muffin’ talk for cuddle time, and during diaper changes, we can talk to him about… I don’t know… pirate ships?”

A slow grin spread across JJ’s face, the mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “Pirate ships? During diaper changes? I like where your head’s at, woman.”

He looked at the Pogues, a triumphant smirk on his face. “See? Compromise! That’s what mature parenting is all about.”

John B rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Sure, JJ. Compromise. You’re already planning the pirate ship diaper change speech, aren’t you?”

JJ winked. “Aye aye, matey. Prepare to swab the poop deck, and other pirate related diaper change phrases!”

The Pogues groaned collectively, but underneath, they were smiling. They knew JJ. They knew his heart. And they knew that Chester, was one lucky little dude.

[bestmusicalworldcup]

This is the preliminary list of entries for the Best Opening Number Tournament. In the event an incorrect song is listed or you otherwise want to litigate what the correct opening number actually is, I will give until April 2nd for you to do so.

1973 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee 3 Small Words 30/90 A Cautionary Tale A Comedy Tonight A Man Of No Importance A Million Miles from Heaven A Rumor in St. Petersburg A Word to the Wise Add Át! (Nyitány) Alexander Hamilton All the Livelong Day And You Don’t Even Know It Another Day of Sun Another Op'ning, Another Show Anybody Have A Map? Aquarius Backstage Babble Bah Humbug! Be the Hero Beautiful Belle Bikini Bottom Day Blow Born to Lead Busy Woman Can't Wait Carrying the Banner Circle of Life Comedy Tonight Company Concerto in F Deep Beneath the City/Not There Yet Deliver Us Denton U.S.A. Don't Stop Me Down in New Orleans Dream a Little Harder Epiphany Every Story is A Love Story Everybody's Got the Right Ex-Wives Falsettoland/About Time Fancy Dress Fathoms Below Fathoms Below Feut of een Vent Finland Four Jews in a Room Bitching Frozen Heart Fugue for Tinhorns Genetic Repo Man Give Them What They Want Gone to Oregon Good Morning Baltimore Good Morning, Good Day Goodbye, Eddie, Goodbye Goosebumps Grease Half as Big as Life Hannibal Hannibal Happiness Hard Work Heaven on their Minds Hello Here Right Now High School is Killing Me House of Borden I Don't Know I Dream of a World I Hope I Get It I Need a Life I Need to Know I Want to Be I Wonder What the King Is Doing Tonight If You Can Find Me I'm Here Il se passe quelque chose à Monopolis Impress Me In In the Heights Intermission Song Invocation and Instructions to the Audience It All Comes Back (Opening) It Sucks to Be Me It's Your Wedding Day Itt vagyunk (Nyitány)

Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats Jet Song Just Another Day Just Leave Everything to Me Just Like it Was Before Karnak's Dream of Life Le temps des cathédrales Leave Let There Be Light On My Feet Live in Living Color Live Like This (Opening) Madame Guillotine Madrid is My Mama Magic Time Magic to Do Mama Who Bore Me Marvin’s Giddy Seizures Me and My Town Menni kéne Merano Merrily We Roll Along Miracle More Than Survive Murder Ballad No One Mourns the Wicked Not for the Life of Me Nyitány O Virga ac Diadema Oh My God (You Guys) Oh the Things You Can Think Oh What A Circus Oh, What A Beautiful Morning One By One Opening (The Secret Garden) Opening Number (Tootsie) Overture/All That Jazz Overture/Food Glorious Food Peace on Earth Penser l’impossible Pieces of Lives Populism Yeah Yeah Prelude Prelude: The Ballad of Sweeney Todd Prepare Ye the Way of the Lord Prológ (Abigél) Prológ - Nem szabad félni! Kuksi dala Prolog (Elisabeth) Prologue (Great Comet) Prologue (Little Shop of Horrors) Prologue / The Day I Got Expelled Prologue: "Into the Woods" Prologue: Frogs Have So Much Spring (The "Spring" Song) Prologue: Once Upon a December Prologue: Ragtime Prologue/A Warning to the Audience Prologue/Any Dream Will Do Prologue/Invisible Prologue/Jet Song Prologue/The Launching Punjabi Wedding Song Reefer Madness Road to Hell Roaring On Rock Island Santa Fe (Prologue) Science Fiction/Double Feature Scrooge Seesaw Selling Out Shiver My Timbers Sit Down John Skater Planet Some Kind of Paradise Spies Are Forever Springle Ring Still Hurting Sunday In the Park With George Superhero Girl Take Me To Heaven Te kit választanál Tear Me Down The Advantages of Floating in the Middle of the Sea The Bells of Notre Dame The Bells of Notre Dame The Family Madrigal The Forest The Girl Who Drove Away The Greatest Show The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals The Old Red Hills Of Home The Oldest Orphan in the John Grier Home The Pajama Game/Racing With the Clock The Sound of Music The Stars Look Down The Sweetest Sounds The Tickle Me Wiggly Jingle The Turning of the Key The Virginia Company There Will Be Sun There You Are There's a House This is Halloween Thneedville Tina's Mother To Be Me Too Much Exposition Tower of Babble Town Tradition Tulsa '67 Tune Up #1 Untitled Opening Number Vérone Vuelie/Let the Sun Shine On Was für ein Kind We Are What We Are We Dance We Start Today We're in the Money Welcome To The Renaissance Welcome to the Rock Welcome to Wonder Land West of Words What Are the Odds What Are You Thirsty For? What Time is It? What’s Inside When I Climb to the Top of Mount Rock When You're an Addams Where is the Justice Wilkommen Willamania Work Song (Look Down) Worst Team Ever You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown Your Day Your Day In Court

[brainclouded]

- January Favorites

Not a lot happened to me, for once. Diet Pepsi is here even tho is a single bc I listen to it as much as the others

Favorite songs of each album:

Rubber Soul: Girl

Plastic Ono Band: Well Well Well

La Combo: La Tortuga y El Lagarto

Rock n Roll: Peggy Sue

Smoking on a Minor: Slow Burn

McCartney II: Temporary Secretary

Tootsie Pop: Padre Nuestro - Club Edit

Brat and is completely different but is also Brat: Club Classics ft bb tricks

[crowleywowley]

Babe wake up laurelicious has returned with more modern au headcanons 🥱 thank u to everyone who loves on these posts and adds their own silly things to it!!! Y’all make me very happy and I’m glad we can share this goofy universe!!

Previous sillies:

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See yall unda da cut 😼😼😼

-little miss Unnamed Marston Daughter has absolutely been blasting Olivia Rodrigo’s new album around the house

Everyone complains but John finds himself quietly murmuring “seeing u tonight… it’s a bad idea right??” While he’s brushing his teeth

Abigail tries to be supportive and plays it while she drives the kids to school, now she and Jack know all the words to Vampire and listen to it once they’ve already dropped UMD off

-both Marston children always dress as something weird for Halloween

John and Abigail stay up late making the costumes for their weirdo children bc they love them :)

On a similar note when John and Arthur were kids they were little matching power rangers and if you bring it up to Dutch he WILL cry over it bc he loves his babies

-the entire Marston family takes Halloween way too seriously to be completely honest

Abigail and John are the cool family in the neighborhood with the really good candy

Dutch and Hosea have now graduated to the old person level of giving out full sized bars but the window of opportunity before they turn in for the night is SMALL so all the kids in their neighborhood sprint to their house first

Charles and Arthur give out tootsie rolls and milk duds. That’s it.

-the following are songs John cried to as a teenager:

Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade

Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade

Scars by Papa Roach

Disenchanted by MCR

-John and Javier were absolutely bffs in middle/high school, they kissed once at a party then never spoke of it again

Javier is now the cool childless uncle that they all see once a year and brings the kids cool gifts

-when Arthur was a teenager he got caught sneaking back into the house after curfew, he was grounded for a month

John was the asshole little sibling who was super excited that his brother was in trouble

-Arthur wears slippers, Charles wears fuzzy socks. I’m right

-Charles uses nice shampoo/conditioner and Arthur is always hovering around on wash days:)

-Arthur has broken every single toe like. 5 times at least.

-Charles and Arthur love corny ass reality TV

They started watching the bachelor to make fun of it, but now they tune in every single week and have their favorites

Tell me Arthur wouldn’t love the masked singer. He goes nuts every single time (“Charles!!!!!! They opened it up and it was KERMIT!?! That’s too good!”)

-Because Isaac doesn’t live with them full time these two go absolutely bananas when he comes to stay with them, Charles is scrubbing down the house while Arthur clears out the grocery store of all his favorite snacks :)

Before he visits Arthur is texting Eliza like “what drama should I know?? Any new friends? A girlfriend? A boyfriend?!?” Just so he’s up to date

-Arthur loves Raisin Bran/Corn Nuts/other old man cereals

-we’ve touched on this before but Charles’ mom absolutely adores Arthur and when she comes over she’s basically shoving Charles out of the way like “my baby darling Arthur how are you!!!🥰”

-Isaac plays baseball and Charles and Arthur are full on sport dads in the best way possible

They bring snacks for the team, they’re sitting in those little fold up chairs, they’re cheering louder than everyone else in the stands, etc.

Arthur ‘sentimental ass’ Morgan keeps a little box of all the memorabilia from baseball throughout the years :)

This was a particularly silly batch, methinks. As always if anyone wants me to add other characters into this universe lmk😼 alsooooo I have started writing little oneshots/drabbles/etc expanding this if anyone would be interested in reading them!! No promises on when they’d be done but I think it would be a good time hehe

[birdietrait]

OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

with miss winifred conway herself <3 ty for tagging me @rottengurlz!!

ANIMAL: deer !!

COLORS: dark green, blush pink

MONTH: january or february

SONGS: i know the end - phoebe bridgers, forwards beckon rebound - adrianne lenker, blues run the game - jackson c. frank

NUMBER: 7 or 12

PLANTS: dried daisies and queen anne's lace

SMELLS: books, honey, earth

GEMSTONE: bayldonite

TIME OF DAY: 7am

SEASON: late winter / early spring

PLACES: deep in a forest, a bed tucked in a corner, a rocky creek

FOOD: bichon au citron

DRINKS: peach lemonade, green tea w lemon + honey

ELEMENT: earth

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: cancer (even though she's an aquarius)

SEASONINGS: saffron

SKY: golden hour, sunset

WEATHER: chilly + light rain

MAGICAL POWER: clairvoyance

WEAPONS: fingernails

SOCIAL MEDIA: .....pinterest

MAKEUP PRODUCT: brown mascara

CANDY: tootsie roll

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: walking + hitchhiking

ART STYLE: pointillism

FEAR: fear of the unknown, fear of drowning, fear of death

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: ceryneian hind

PIECE OF STATIONARY: crumpled paper from a sketchbook

THREE EMOJIS: 🦷����🍂💽🪟 (couldn’t pick just 3)

CELESTIAL BODY: the moon

[bosses-stay-flawless]

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She has awesome control. You go girl!!!

How many kicks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center? I don’t know, I just know, I tend to kick too hard, I would have cracked it’s neck before the song ended.

I don’t like when they’re jealous of my favorite, my favorite things are always my favorite things.

Don’t worry about who trained me, just know that I am.

[boreal-sea]

The on campus rec club that does music for the mini events for some reason really likes to play “Crank That” with the infamous lyrics “Superman that ho”.

And now we’re playing “Tootsie Roll”. I don’t know why they’re channeling all the songs that played at dances when I was in high school and college but ok.

(Though for the record “Crank That” was NOT played at the high school dances)

[trashmouth-richie]

how’s Honey I’m Home going ziggy?

Heart exploding piñata candy allover your body, tootsie rolls flowing through your arteries, cotton candy dancing in your lungs, sugary mars bubblegum filled lollipops peak from your eyes as you fall hopelessly further in love with him. His fingers melt into your cheeks, burning and dissolving your candy coated insides into a liquid fire of a molten river filled with pinked sweet syrup. You want to swim in his chocolate eyes like August Gloop. Never full of him.

Would he taste sweet? Oh how your lips cried a sorrowful song not being able to lick the sweet words that drip from them.

🍭 🍬🍫

just channeling my inner willy wonka

Readmore try me

[senor-plume]

Ballerina

so very light on these piano keys

she does some fancy ballet wrapped up within a flowery skirt all around my smiling body

I bring the rolled up green to my lips and inhale as she continues on with her kick-ass jig

all the while the musical notes parade around the ceiling …dancing among the ancient cobwebs

they take no notice and continue to groove above me

above her

above my slippered tootsies

and my hip acts like an ankle

my belly performs with gusto and the hair strands (so many…too many?) wave to her a very lonely hello, how are you?

my speakers split like legs and gives birth to a new tune

a pink and little song

and it grows… expanding like a sponge in a puddle all the while she looks at me deeply and winks!

she just winked at me !

every single hair on my body becomes erect and happening

I feel good

she looks good

the black keys smack the tight strings that are covered by a beautiful wooden box

and you’d think that it would be muffled

but it’s not

it’s so clear that you’d be surprised that fog and mist even exist

that water becomes muddy

that the air becomes polluted.

all this is evaporation joy like losing weight while staring into a full length mirror

ah, now the violins are nearing climax and the rumbling bassoons are rigid from so many strokes up and down that classical stick

I want to grab her and pull her near me

to hold that tutu and kiss (warmly) the tips of her fingers

exclaiming: I love this day!!

shouting: I love this girl

exalting her nylon legs to the top most of stockinged women

she stands alone in front of me

I reach with nude arms to pull her in

but the song has five more minutes to go

I’m stuck…waiting to see if this is clear and real or an wonderful illusion

either way, with no doubt in my mind it’s been a terrific afternoon

[9-wing-1]

I entered my car and pressed the ignition button to feel the hot air blasting into my face. Tootsie Roll by 69 Boyz is mid song as I watch a statuesque woman perched upon a motorized scooter, slowly inch through the busy grocery store parking lot. It was a sweaty Monday afternoon. It was another summer in America.

[hidingoutbackstage]

Everybody here knows about Tucker They say I'm a bad motha-(Shut your mouth!) I can spit all day, think about chicks Think about Tootsie Roll pops, how many licks? Every time that a girl walks by I can't help it, she just catches my eye First I see her face, then I see her waist Then I see myself back at her place (What!) I'm so alone out in this canyon Not one single girl in this canyon Or anything rhyming with canyon So come and see me if you need a new man-yon Everybody thinks I'm so handsome If you in trouble girl, I can pay the ransom Need a song, chick? This is your anthem

When I see the ladies I say (Bow chicka bow wow!) When the ladies see me they say (Bow chicka bow wow!) 'Cause they know I treat them right (Bow chicka bow wow!) When I think about you I say (Bow chicka wow wow wow!) 'Cause I know you're outta sight!

On Blue Team, we do things a little bit screwy Your girlfriend is my girlfriend, just like in the movies Not one you rent on Friday But one you rent by the highway At the truck stop, or the bus stop With the sexy stuff, with the X's up Now your time is up and my mind's made up Get in here quick so I can wind you up I'll turn out the lights and take it slow Pull out my sword and make it glow! You know I could use a good lady Take care of my alien baby So come on girl, take a man to get lost 'Cause you know I wanna see you with your helmet off

(Bow chicka bow wow!) When I see the ladies I say (Bow chicka bow wow!) When the ladies see me they say (Bow chicka bow wow!) When I think about you I say (Bow chicka wow wow wow!)

Bow wow, chicka bow wow Chicka chicka chicka chicka bow wow wow Chick chick bow wooooow Chick chick chick chick woooooow Bow chicka bow wow Bow chicka wow, bow chicka wooooow Here comes Tucker

Guess who's back in the house again? Tuck called me up, said he needed a friend To play his wing and do my thing Jump on this track, make the ladies sing (Bow!) All for Tuck, that boy's the truth And the king, you know it, in the booth Doctor Ruth ain't touching Tuck 'Cause the ladies know he's Doctor Fuck!

(Bow chicka bow wow!) Ow! When I see the ladies I say (Bow chicka bow wow!) Ooh! When the ladies see me they say (Bow chicka bow wow!) Girl, when I think about you I say (Bow chicka wow wow wow!) 'Cause I know you're outta sight!

[lovetogether]

List of current ocs

Pokemon ocs

Birthday - popplio - he/she agender (ace bi)

Playdate - lycanroc - he/she agender (ace gay)

Honeymoon - ribombee - he/she agender (ace bi)

Celebration - primarina - she/her trans woman (ace lesbian)

Spectacle - lurantis - he/him intersex unlabeled (gay)

Event - Espeon - he/she agender (ace lesbian)

Title Song - shuppet - she/they (ace)

Circus - Farigiraf - she/her trans woman (aro bi)

Timtams Story

Timtams - meerkat - he/him agender (aroace)

Caramel - meerkat - he/him agender (ace bi)

Noodle - panther - she/her girl (hasn’t thought about it)

Macaroon - giraffe - she/her woman (lesbian)

Red Velvet - dumbo rex rat - she/her bigender (ace bi)

Bubble gum machine taur ‼️ - it/its (bi)

Tootsie roll - ringtail - they/them nonbinary (aroace)

Misilanious ocs

Humanity - cyborg - it/its (aroace)

Persimmon - weasel - he/she agender (ace bi)

Donut - white tailed mongoose - she/her trans woman (bi)

Dell - piebald fox squirrel - he/him trans (ace bi)

[godza]

Trick or treat! What've you got to give today?

you get pink tootsie rolls, my fave candy! as a treat for being first since i want to hoard them all to myself

as a bonus, you get a song too! somewhat halloween themed its spooky

[boompowummmm]

Halloween song

(Song was A.I. generated.) With some writting on my behalf. (Lyrics under cut.) Buy here: https://lovncookies.bandcamp.com/track/spooks

Zim: "Oh d-dear. I shall Tootsie -Roll out . They will encamps me in a welliant fermenting mason jar! My mind left in cloy lolipop synocopations. 🍭 Licker light swales of arbitraury acolytidus under their nought moon induced to a sugar coma. I'm in phobatastical phantasmagora of the noshion of candy - zombies and this strange holiday. 😱😱😱

🫣The rum laced in swarlic oroborous noshables, of a rollcoster bars, bawel! They shall encyst a chasm of tetchy roucous liccorice eclair phrompter whips phaggled in a nut house in their zoot suits; a bubblegum sachorined gyration within me in their scaralegion schenedryies!! "

Verse 1

Dear, I shall Tootsie, rolling out the treat, In a mason jar, where the sugar dreams meet, Fermenting like wild thoughts in the light of a glow, Cloy lollipop synocopations, let it flow.

Chorus

Candy zombies, dancing in a macabre parade, On this strange holiday, where innocence fades, Phobatastical phantasmagoria taking the stage, In a world made of sweets, we’re lost in the rage.

Verse 2

Licker light swales shake under a nought moon, Induced to a coma, dreams will end all too soon, With rum laced swarlic, oh the madness I crave, Rollercoaster bars spin, it's a sugar-buzz wave.

Chorus

Candy zombies, dancing in a macabre parade, On this strange holiday, where innocence fades, Phobatastical phantasmagoria taking the stage, In a world made of sweets, we’re lost in the rage.

Bridge

In a nut house of licorice, a tetchy delight, Raucous eclair phrompters, keeping me up all night, Zoot suits and bubblegum, a wild masquerade, Gyrations of saccharine, this madness is displayed.

Chorus

Candy zombies, dancing in a macabre parade, On this strange holiday, where innocence fades, Phobatastical phantasmagoria taking the stage, In a world made of sweets, we’re lost in the rage.

Outro

So here in the jar, I’m swirling and spun, With the echoes of laughter, this journey’s begun, In the depths of the sweetness, where dreams intertwine, We’ll waltz with the candy, till the stars align.