#why's everybody always pickin' on me

[grandminimuscoded]

just a reminder i have officially threatened to animate.

[tinkerbellaglowstone]

Please don’t hate me for the ugly water mark I have my reasons also on the beat I had the gun fire, and the camera flashes! Smile! You’re on camera! This took two days lol, I can’t animate but it’s been in my head every time I hear this song.. I love you bloodhound gang. (also notice how the only time Adam looks at the other is when it’s Larry)

[bingoary]

yahh @archiearchiearchiearchie is the only one who has tumblr besides tiffy i forgot his 😭

[askbillchiper]

" PLEASE WHAT DID I DO SO WRONG TO BE CALLED LESBIAN. "

-Stratos who is NOT lesbian

YOU'RE A LESBIAN HSHAHAHH

[tabakerka-wtf]

what are your Robert and Daria head cannons kekekek..

Heya ass-head baby shayla!!!!!!

I was waiting for this question actually so here we go⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Daria and Robert Headcannons

★As I said before, Daria loves this smelly nerd, she either flirts with him or yells at him :b

★Usually Daria sneaks into the boys' dorm to Robert

★I think Robert is crazy about auto shops and constantly asks Daria to go hang out there

★Daria always tells Robert that his breath stinks, even when it doesn't.

★Their Halloween costumes are Bat Boy and Zombie Girl

★Robert sucks in gym class, and Daria gets an A, which annoys her that Robert is not athletic and can't play dodgeball.

★I think if they had their first kiss, she would have bumped into his dental arch, which would have damaged his gums. (Dumb Freaks)

★She thinks he's hot even though he looks like a total loser

★They avoid the Jocks, those guys bully them more than anyone else.

★Robert always gets offended when Daria yells at him in public

★she always gets jealous when he hangs out with other girls, as if they care about Robert 😂😂😂🥶🥶

★She always smells of cheap, pungent perfume, which makes Robert feel sick.

★Daria laughs loudly and squeaky and Robert laughs goofy, together they sound like scumbags

★Daria never does her homework, even when Robert offers to do it for her.

★Oh and I think their favorite band is Bondage Fairies

They just stupid, i love that duo

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

Have a snippet of Gone Away, my love letter to uncle Wayne, featuring eight-year-old Eddie and the debut of a very tiny fabulous-haired friend.

(This was not written with any particular ship in mind, obviously, since they’re little kids. But if you want to imagine it as the elementary school beginnings of That Popular Ship, you’re certainly more than welcome to. 😉🫶)

***

Wayne gets out of work a little earlier than usual on the Friday before Thanksgiving. He was hoping the weather would be nice enough to take Eddie to the playground, but the temperature has dropped since that morning and a steady drizzle of rain is turning everything damp and gray. Well, never mind, he thinks; they can invite Grace to come over early instead. Maybe she’ll make them her famous hot chocolate. He has no idea what she puts in it, but it’s addicting.

He’s hunched into his jacket as he heads toward the school, still idly daydreaming about hot chocolate, and he almost walks right past a small figure huddled pitiful and alone in the parent pickup area until a little noise catches his attention. It’s the unmistakeable noise of someone crying and trying to hide it.

Wayne turns to look. It’s a little boy, smaller than Eddie, with luxuriously thick brown hair. It’s so fluffy and nice that Wayne actually does a double take. The kid’s got more hair than Eddie does. Good thing it isn’t curly like Ed’s; combing it would be a nightmare. His face is pale under a scattering of freckles, and his eyes are red-rimmed and so sad they break Wayne’s heart a bit. “Hey, little one,” he says softly to the boy, “whatcha doin’ out here all by yourself?”

The boy sniffles, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “Nobody came to get me,” he says quietly. “I’ve been waiting and waiting but nobody came. I’m cold.”

“Let’s get you inside.” Wayne holds out his hand, and the little boy immediately takes hold, following him into the school. “They got an after school thing where you can wait, so’s you don’t have to sit out here in the rain. I’m pickin’ up my boy from there now.” He leads the kid over to the teacher in charge. “Found this little guy out front. He said no one came to get him. I reckoned he’d be better off in here with y’all than sittin’ there all by his lonesome.”

“Your mother hasn’t come yet?” the teacher asks, and when the boy shakes his head no, she sighs. “Janet,” she calls across the room to the other teacher on duty, “can you try calling the Harringtons again? They were supposed to be here forty minutes ago.” She turns back to Wayne. “Thanks for bringing him in. Honestly,” her voice lowers, taking on a here’s some juicy gossip sort of tone, “they’re always late, by now he should know not to bother waiting outside.”

Wayne frowns at her. What is she spreading stories about this poor baby’s folks for? He’s about to tell her it’s none of his business when he hears Eddie shout.

“Leave him alone!“

His eyes snap instantly to the sound. Eddie is standing protectively in front of the little Harrington boy, glaring down a tiny blond kid who’s got a smug smirk on his face. “Why are you so mean to everybody?” Eddie demands.

The smarmy kid shrugs. “I’m not being mean, I’m just telling the truth. Steve’s a crybaby.”

“He is not. And you are mean.” Eddie crosses his arms, scowling, and a look of surprise crosses the blond boy’s face. He instinctively takes a couple steps back. Wayne doesn’t blame him; that scowl reminds him a bit too much of his brother, and he hopes he’s not about to see a display of the temper that went with it. “I’ve seen you,” Eddie continues, stepping closer, as the blond kid backs away even more. “Every day I see you being nasty to someone. What’s wrong with you?” He doesn’t quite make a fist, not exactly, but he sort of flexes his fingers experimentally and that’s enough to tip the little blond punk over the edge.

He bolts, shouting “I’m telling my mother about you!” over his shoulder, scurrying to safety next to the teacher. Eddie ignores him. His face softens into a friendly smile as he turns to the Harrington boy— Steve, according to the nasty blond— who is staring at him in openmouthed astonishment.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks, and Steve manages to nod. “I’m okay,” he says after a moment. “That… that was really cool. Thanks.”

Wayne breathes out an incredulous laugh. He’s never seen this much drama at the day care before. The teachers must eat it up like daytime soaps. He did notice the gossipy one didn’t make any sort of attempt to stop the boys from arguing. Thank the lord Eddie didn’t actually hit the little punk, no matter how much he probably deserved it. They might’ve actually brought out the popcorn instead of breaking up a fight.

A weary looking woman in a prim lilac pantsuit has arrived; the nasty kid’s mother, Wayne guesses, by the way the blond races over to her, babbling and making exaggerated faces and pointing at Eddie. Why, that little snitch. Wayne pastes a pleasant smile on his face and walks over to introduce himself to the woman. He drops some innocuous nonsense about ‘kids these days’ before mentioning rather pointedly that he’s glad his boy is brave enough to stand up to bullies. The woman looks at her son, then back at Wayne, who meets her gaze steadily. She’s clearly putting two and two together. She mumbles something about letting his father know, as she hastily gathers up her son and departs.

He already knows the kid won’t get in trouble; that kind never does. But at least his mama won’t go blaming Eddie for the trouble her own son caused. Shaking his head, Wayne turns to collect his nephew, more than ready to get out of this place and relax at home.

Eddie and Steve are sitting at a table together, chattering away and building something huge and complicated out of Lego, when he calls out, “C’mon Ed, let’s get going.”

Eddie rushes over to tug at his sleeve. “Uncle Wayne,” he whispers, “can we take Steve home? He said his mom forgot to come get him.”

“That’s real nice of you, little darlin’, but no, we can’t take him. I can’t just take a kid that don’t belong to me. Imagine what his mama would say if he was gone when she got here.” He looks over at Steve. The boy’s despondent face tugs at his heartstrings for sure, but Wayne knows the name Harrington and he’s not about to get himself accused of kidnapping by that guy. Poor kid’s just gonna have to wait.

Eddie has other plans, though. “Then can we stay with him til she comes? Please, uncle Wayne? He’s so sad. I don’t wanna leave him here all by himself.”

Wayne sighs. This boy is giving him gray hair already, he can feel it. “Lemme check with the teachers. If it’s okay with them, we can stay a bit longer.”

The teachers don’t seem to mind. So Eddie and Steve go back to their Lego, and Wayne settles down at one of the tables with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. Other parents stop in to collect their kids over the next hour, but still nobody comes for little Steve, and soon he and Eddie are the last ones left. Wayne yawns, standing up to stretch. Maybe he should’ve just taken the kid home after all. This is getting ridiculous.

“Uncle Wayne.” Eddie’s tugging at his sleeve again.

“You ready to go now?” Wayne yawns again.

“Um. No. Can you help?” Eddie whispers. “Steve’s crying again and I can’t get him to feel better.”

He shakes his head. Where did this kid get such a big heart? Must take after his mama that way. “What d’you want me to do, little darlin’?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you could read to us?” Eddie’s big brown eyes plead with him. “I always feel better when you read to me.”

Now how is he supposed to say no to that?

“Alright then,” he agrees, and next thing he knows he’s sitting on the floor on a pile of cushions in the ‘book nook’ with two little boys leaning up against him, one on either side. Eddie insisted that Steve choose the story, and he’d picked one called Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. By the time Wayne finished the first chapter, Steve had stopped crying, and he’d crawled into Wayne’s lap and snuggled down and didn’t seem inclined to move. Eddie didn’t appear to mind; he simply reached over and took the book, holding it out and turning the pages as Wayne read so he could hold onto Steve. Wayne rubbed the smaller boy’s back, just the same way he did to soothe Eddie when he was upset. It worked the same way, too. Steve was half asleep by the end of the second chapter.

He’s midway through chapter five when at last the classroom door bursts open and a frazzled-looking young woman hurries in. She dashes over to the teachers, frantically telling them a story complete with wild hand gestures.

Eddie gently nudges Steve. “Is that your mommy?” he whispers.

Steve yawns. “No, that’s Anja. She’s our housekeeper.”

“What’s a housekeeper?”

“She cleans my room and stuff,” Steve informs him, and Eddie looks impressed. He doesn’t ask any more questions though, and Steve breathes out a tiny sigh of what Wayne is fairly sure is relief. Lord have mercy, he thinks, there’s an awful lot going on beneath the surface here.

The young woman hurries to his side now, holding out her hand to Steve. “Your mom asked me to come get you, liebchen. Sorry you had to wait so long.”

Steve ignores her hand, reaching for his jacket instead. “Where is she this time?” he asks in a resigned voice, sounding much older than his can’t-possibly-be-more-than-seven years.

Anja shrugs. “Ach, you know they never tell me where they’re going. Let’s get you home, ja?” She turns to Wayne. “Thank you for keeping an eye on him.”

“It was a pleasure, ma’am,” Wayne says honestly. “He’s a good boy.”

Steve shyly thanks him, then turns to Eddie. “Hey, um, is it okay if I look for you at recess on Monday?” he asks. “Maybe we could play together?” He sounds timid, afraid of rejection maybe, but Eddie gives him a big smile. “Sure!” he says immediately, easily. “I’ll be over by the tetherball poles, okay?” And Steve grins back, nodding happily.

In the car, driving home at last, Wayne says casually to Eddie, “So how long you been friends with the Harrington boy?”

“I just met him today,” is Eddie’s unexpected answer. Wayne snorts a laugh. Honestly, nothing about his boy should surprise him anymore.

***

[bigmoneymurata]

Whys everyone always picking on tarvos jr… (I don’t like any of the homestuck2 kids but he was fun to draw for some reason)

Me after finishing this drawing 🤣🤣🤣

[skate2victory]

WHY IS EVERYBODY ALWAYS PICKIN' ON ME? X(

[octobabbit]

Heyyy chat, soo I did a lil edit w jared! I think the song is "Why's everybody always pickin' me" by bloodbond gang. Someone on tiktok mentioned they wanted to see this song w jared (since he's literally the punching bag character) so here yall go!

[spiralstereo]

ー I'll miss you! Or not.

⚠️ tw! verbal abuse, mentions of emotional & physical abuse, child abuse, blood, gore, violence, cursing, etc.

Firework was always considered an odd woman. Never particularly all that feminine, never interested in men & such, she was... a black sheep, to say the least.

She felt alone for most of her life, despite being surrounded by citizens & servants, & an empty, unloving family. Even that was rather small. Just her, her brother, a couple half-siblings, & her parents. Nobody really cared for each other.

She was also born rather late, all her siblings were adults. Her parents made up their minds to spawn another.. a little too late. But no matter! Here she was.

Her eldest & only blood, fully related sibling seemed to despise her though. Revolver was his name, a grand, elegant gazelle who just so happened to be heir to the throne. He had definitely let that get to his head, & that only seemed to fuel his overinflated ego.

This! That! He was barking orders everywhere, all the time. How he treated his poor son too... she could only feel terrible for the poor boy. He just wanted to make that monster of a man proud, she was ashamed to call him her brother.

This went on for years, decades. She watched him divorce wife after wife, spawn more kids only for them to hate his son, his heir. & all she could do was stand & watch. She hated it.

Well that was, until today.

It was her nephew's birthday, he was a man now. Unfortunately though, a year or so ago a traumatic accident had happened, leaving half of his face absolutely broken. He was fine, but scarred, emotionally & physically.

He seemed to be having a good time, but that was probably because he was away from his sorry excuse of a father. Either way, she was happy. He was having a good time.

His father in question though...

The man was drunk, without a care in the world he was sitting in his little private area, laughing away with his so called 'friends'. So unsuspecting. This was almost too easy. He wife, which once was this- the seventh? She was there aswell, sitting beside him like an obedient dog. They both looked so pathetic.

She decided to wait in the doorway for... an opportunity. That opportunity took hours for it to come, but eventually, it came.

They left. It was just him. Him & her, alone.

A smile crept onto her face, & she watched as he just sat there, watching the night sky & how it filled up with bursts of color, fireworks. She slowly drew out her 'umbrella', approaching her beloved brother.

"Lovely, aren't they?"

A scowl grew on his face. Although she couldn't see his face, she knew it was there.

"The hell do ya want with me?"

She chuckled, halting right before she got to him, looming over him.

"Nothin, nothin. Just wanted ta say some things before ya had ta go."

"Quit bein ominous. Yer not funny."

"Am I? I didn't think I was bein ominous at all! Yer loosin it."

He swung around, a glare, a deep scowl on his aged & defined face. He saw her expression, & he saw how she was leaning up against his seat. He also saw her 'umbrella' out.

"What the fuck are ya doin? Don' play dumb." His voice was noticeably more hostile. He got up to his feet, causing Firework to scramble up aswell. She just laughed.

"Sayin things before ya go! Exactly what I said. I ain't playin dumb, yer the one who ain't pickin up what I'm puttin down. Maybe that's why everybody's better off with ya fuckin gone, eh?"

The two began circling each other, the already growing sense of hostility & hatred between them growing more intense & noticeable by the moment.

"The hell's up yer ass? Knock it the fuck out before I knock it out of ya myself."

"Put yer fuckin hands on me & I'll make sure they keep findin pieces of ya."

Thats when Revolver let out an angered scream, charging at her. He knocked her back, but not off of her feet. She pushed & shoved back, yanking his horns & throwing him back, right on the stone railing of the balcony, the cold breeze sweeping beneath their feet.

She lunged at him, trying to wedge the end of her 'umbrella' into his chest, as he flailed & screamed bloody murder. So much for a king. They continued to thrash around, kicking & knocking each other, pulling on each other's horns & clothes- trying to do anything to get on top.

Firework eventually knocked him to the ground, his head hitting the stone first. Instead of trying to stomp on his head or leaving him there, she grabbed him by the collar, yanking him up & pinning him up against the ledge of the balcony, pointing the end of her 'umbrella' at the back of his head.

"Enjoy hell."

As she 'opened' her 'umbrella', a firework shot down the barrel in her 'umbrella', blowing his head clean off. Blood splattered everywhere, the balcony, the walls, & all over her.

She wasn't bothered though. She just tossed what was left of him off the edge, dusting off her bloodied shoulders.

She had finally gotten rid of him.

[cheeseofthecheddar]

Some stuff I did.

This is based on the song “Why’s Everybody Always Pickin’ On Me?” By Bloodhound Gang.

[twocolorz]

Ref song to: Why's everybody always pickin' on me? by bloodhound gang

Not an animatic (yet..?)

But a small doodle I might finish in the future

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I might make more doodles similar to this cuz I really liked the song lol

[thedortbag]

Tried out those flash animation styles i kept seeing on youtube.. I rly liked them so i tried doing it myself :^

Cuz you run like a girl and you sit down to pee

[askbillchiper]

" Why is everybody always pickin on me:( "

-Stratos who is NOT lesbian

CUZ YOU RUN LIKE A LESBIAN AND YOU SIT DOWN TO PEE

[moonlightalpha666]

Why Is Everybody Always Pickin' On Me!? (CoDZ/Call of Duty Zombies Edit)

All credit for art goes to "Dumpaling" on DA. Unfortunately, their account has long been deactivated, but I thought they still deserved credit nonetheless.

#cod #codz #CallofDuty #zombies #Edit #ultimis

[reigningqueenofwords]

Charlie Brown

Word count: 1,207

Read on AO3

Part 7 of Looking for the Captain

Steve had actively avoided Bucky when he got back. He didn’t want to get into it with him at the moment. So, he asked JARVIS where his best friend was as soon as he got back. Knowing he was with Tony in Tony’s lab made it really easy to just not go there. Wondering how things were going with you, he made his way to the kitchen. 

As he neared, he was amused at your choice of music. Once at the door, he realized you were also singing along. The music sounded really…old. Not him old, however.

Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown

He's a clown, that Charlie Brown

He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see

(Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)

You were dancing around and singing, making him not want to bother you. He simply leaned on the doorframe to watch. It was obvious you were really enjoying yourself. 

You’d been surprised when JARVIS started playing music from well before you were born, but didn’t argue. It had a good beat, and it didn’t take you long to start dancing around and singing along. A lot of the songs had been added to your new playlist, and you planned to look them up later. You were really curious when these came out! 

Feeling eyes on you towards the end of Charlie Brown, you turned and let out a small scream before you realized it was Steve. “What the hell?!” You managed. “JARVIS, you can st-”

“You don’t have to stop on my account.” Steve grinned. “And what are you listening to? It’s not my kind of old, but I know it’s old.” 

You blushed slightly. “I’m not sure. I just told JARVIS to play something fun and upbeat, something I probably haven’t heard before.” 

“That was Charlie Brown, by the Coasters, Miss.” JARVIS informed you just as it ended. 

“Add it to my playlist? Thank you.” You went back to finishing up lunch. “Did you need something? Lunch is almost done.” You told Steve. 

“Just wanted to see how lunch was going, and to ask how things went with Buck.” You both had strong personalities, and it was clear you butted heads. He moved to lean on the counter, watching you move around. 

“Not well.” You chuckled. “I think he forgets I’m an adult.” Which was really annoying. 

“How so?”

You quickly explained what happened. “So. Yeah. He didn’t like the idea of us dating, didn’t like what I wore to the club, didn’t like me wanting to leave with that guy…but he’s really hung up on us.” 

Steve nodded a bit. “He’s not wrong. I am a lot older than you.” He pointed out. 

“You were also on ice for 70 years, so you’re really not that much older than me.” You shrugged a shoulder. “And you’d think he wouldn’t mind as much because he knows you. He knows you’re a good guy. Wouldn’t he want me with someone that he can trust?” That made the most sense to you. “Instead of just some guy who could turn out to be abusive, or just a bad person?” 

“You’ve thought about that, haven’t you?” 

“Not until he pointed out the age thing, honestly. Before that it never even came to mind. You’re just Steve to me.” When you looked at him you didn’t see him as Captain America, your father’s best friend, or someone born in 1918. “The guy who helps me study, keeps me company, and makes me laugh.” 

He didn’t know how to respond. He was torn. You were Bucky’s daughter, but neither of you had seen Bucky in years. Bucky hadn’t raised you, and Steve didn’t know you as a child. Surely that changed things. He watched you easily work on the last touches of lunch. “Can we talk later?” He asked, wanting time to think things through. “Maybe after dinner?” 

“Yeah, we can do that. Meet in my room with some ice cream? We can put on a movie, too.” That way if Bucky came to “check” on you, he’d see the two of you watching a movie. 

He smiled. “Perfect. Want me to help you bring this to the table?” He asked, motioning to what you made. 

“Please.” You nodded. “JARVIS, can you let everyone know lunch is done?” 

“Yes, Miss.” 

All through lunch and dinner, Bucky watched you and Steve together. He planned to corner his best friend after they finished eating, as he’d been avoiding him all day. If you and Steve weren’t together, why was Steve avoiding him? That was suspicious. 

The way you looked at Steve made it clear to Bucky you had feelings for him, but he couldn’t tell if Steve felt the same way. 

Finally, everyone was getting up, and it was Steve’s turn to clean up. “I’ll bring up the ice cream in a bit, doll. Pick a movie.” He told you. 

“Scary? Funny? What kind?” You asked, finishing up your drink. 

“Okay, how about anything but SAW. I am not watching anymore of those.” He chuckled. You’d conned him into watching it a couple weeks before.

You playfully pouted. “So mean. There’s a lot of them.” 

“I can’t see how you like watching them.” He made a face. “Pick a less disgusting horror and I’ll be fine.” 

“Fiiiine.” You got up. “And can I get whipped cream and sprinkles on my ice cream? Tony got me princess sprinkles.” 

He laughed and nodded. “Deal.” He agreed before you walked out, giving Bucky a half wave. 

Bucky had watched and listened to the interaction. The two of you were clearly close. But how close? “Do you have a thing for my daughter?” He asked. 

Steve sighed. “Do you have to word it like that? She’s her own person.” He pointed out, moving to carry the plates into the kitchen, knowing Bucky was following. “And an adult.” 

“She’s still my little girl.” He ground out. “And off limits.” 

Putting the dishes in the sink, he turned to him, arms crossed over his chest. “Look, Buck. You’re my best friend, damn near like my brother.” He started. “But this is between me and her.” He hated pissing off Bucky, but this wasn’t his choice. “And she made some really good points earlier.” 

“Like what? What the hell could a little girl possibly say to make you think it’s okay to be with her?”

Steve glared at him. “She is an adult. She is legally able to buy alcohol. She’ll be 22 soon!” He reminded him. “And I’m technically not that much older than her. I was on ice for 70 years , Buck. There’s only a ten year difference when you factor that in.” He let that sink in for a moment. “She also pointed out that you know me . You know I’m not a bad guy. I’m not abusive, I’m not a dick. You can trust me. Can you say that about any guy walking around the city out there?” He moved around him to get the cups from dinner. 

Bucky swallowed as Steve spoke. He hated that you were right. He hated that you made some good points. Ones that he just couldn’t counter. Him just being uncomfortable with it just wasn’t a valid reason.