#wooooeeeee

[vcnom]

getting my reiki level 1 attunement tomorrow I am quite excited but also nervous 😬

[strangeracrossthestreet]

cursed to be an irresistibly talkative person with anxiety over interacting with new people

[saltspill]

craving toast and jelly wooooeeeee

[definitelynotplanetfall]

voltzwaltz is the worst necrodancer track, change my mind. people gave grave throbbing a lot of shit because it was the worst song in the basegame - and it is - but it's the worst of an excellent bunch. voltzwaltz is just what the fuck is this and why are you putting it in my ears. it's very sluggish and wooooEEEEE and just eh

[alligatorangel]

wof sketches! i started out doing art proper by copying the illustrations of the dragons in the wof books nearly 7 years ago so even if im not that interested in the series anymore its fun to draw the characters every once in a while

[cheapcheapfaker]

ONCE AGAIN suffering as a CHILD OF DIVORCE at age 28 because mom canceled her cable with the whole selling the house to split assets and now I have to PAY for peacock plus instead of just connecting the accounts

[nervousatthenightclub]

🥺the new RAs’ schedules don’t match up with the regular lab meetings so they moved it up and now I no longer have a 3 hour wait and I finally won’t have to be so exhausted on Wednesday’s

[kaepop-trash]

greetings. from where i’m from it’s only as late as the sun rises high. heyo. i am sorry for the gibberish i’m about to say but youu, your blog is a bleeding wound that caused me to wail every full moon. i might’ve been under the influence of legal substances BUT, HOWEVER,.. ect. i would love to request a small drabble for my dear knight who rides the black stallion since the dawn of time Lord Johnny Suh wooooeeeee- “I’m not as think as you drunk I am” + J.S.

love,

drunk anon (if the spot is still available please consider this as my application)

Now, this was so cute I'm literally uwuwuwuwu. I haven't started writing this yes but I have a feeling that this is going to get long. I just love drunk antics as a plot device. You've won my heart drunk anon. You ended up getting a full drabble.

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Friends to Lovers Trope, Drunk Confession

Summary: Johnny tried not to be obvious, but he had a soft spot for you. Maybe it was the way you used every chance you got to make jokes at his expense. Or maybe it was how you laughed every time he made a joke at your expense. Either way, he tried his best to keep it to himself. So it was really detrimental to his cause that you were currently drunk and telling him that he had beautiful eyes.

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"You're drunk." Johnny stated, trying and failing to purse his smile at the compliment.

"Never." She shook her head, stopping to hold her head. "Opps dizzy." She winced, quickly recovering just enough to look back up at him.

Her lips split into a dazzling smile and Johnny's heart pounded so fast that he'd give a cocaine addict a run for their money.

"Tolerance of a champ." She pointed at herself.

Johnny hummed skeptically, "You have a whole bar inside you. A horse would be drunk."

"Not me, no." She shook her head again, wincing like she learned nothing from the past attempt. "Not a horse. Just person." She nodded. "Are you drunk?" She questioned, head tilting to the side.

"A little, yeah." He nodded.

"Excellent." She clapped, excited giggles leaving her that made Johnny's brows raise a little. "You're drunk and I'm not." She pointed at him.

"Good job. Should we get you a trophy?" He questioned.

"Should we get you a bucket?" She shot back, bringing up the last time he was extremely drunk.

His lips twitched, "You're impossible." He shook his head with a light laugh.

"And you're intolerable." She mumbled, pouting down at the couch they sat on.

"You tolerate me just fine."

She looked up, brows knitting in focus. Johnny wondered if she was trying to figure out why she did tolerate him. He hoped that the conclusion she came to wasn't to stop.

"It's the eyes." She nodded, confirming whatever internal question she asked herself. "Actually, maybe it's the smile. Your smile does make people go all." She looked down, bringing her hand up to her chest to mimic an explosion.

Johnny sat up, eagerly reaching for a thread that he found thrown at him. "Who people?" He asked, his own chest lighting up in an explosion when she bit her lip.

"You know," She shrugged. "Just persons."

"No, I don't." He shook his head, pausing with a groan when he felt dizzy. "Do you happen to know anyone?"

She looked up at him, eyes wide and lips parted like a fish out of water. Johnny couldn't help the smile spreading on his face, elation filling into every crevice. Then he reminded himself that he needed confirmation. Then he realised that she was drunk.

She huffed, crossing her arms and sitting back. "Don't tease me. You're always teasing me."

"You tease me right back, (Y/N)." He reminded her, an endearing smile growing on his lips.

"Yeah, but. You know." She mumbled.

"No, I don't."

"Then you're an idiot! You're so lucky you have everything else going for you. Because you'd be a little screwed otherwise."

Johnny slid closer towards her, closing the distance she put between them. "Can I tell you a secret?" He whispered, hands reaching for hers. She took in a fragile breath and Johnny told himself that it was the final confirmation he really needed. Now he just wanted her to say it first.

"I think I'm feeling a little," He paused, biting down his embarrassment. Then he reached his free hand up to his chest, to mimic an explosion. "Right now." He squeezed her hand.

Her eyes shifted to something more focused and for a moment Johnny thought this was it. Then she scoffed.

"Are you going to talk about that girl you flirted with today again? I swear to go-"

"No." Johnny cut her off, huffing out his irritation of her ruining what he thought was the perfect moment. "It's you, dumbass. I'm so obvious about it too, always trying to talk to you. I used to think you're not interested. But you're just slow." He shook his head.

"Hey!" She sat up, "How was I supposed to know that your seduction tactics are calling someone the biggest disappointment since microwave meals."

Johnny grinned, "That was funny, you have to admit it."

"I hate you." She groaned, "I can't believe I can never stop thinking about you."

"Well, it's too bad. Because I'm in love with you."

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Requests Closed

[poppingtarts]

fuck..........yall think avatar roku n firelord sozin were gay a shit?.......fffuck

[hermannsthumb]

silly prompt time: newmann on vacation, somewhere near the sea. newton goes to the city and buys a cheap booze from, one may argue, a questionable place. the results of such actions go as well as you may predict

WOOOOEEEEE this was fun! not in the least bc im at the beach rn too. (sorry for not posting anything the past 2 days ive been a little busy!)

The rental website promised them three bottles of wine--one red, one white, one rose--in the fridge or cabinet when they arrived. A special treat for the illustrious Drs. Geiszler-Gottlieb on behalf of the world, and to a lesser extent, the rental agency. Now, as they face an empty fridge and an even emptier cabinet, Newt wonders as to the ethics of complaining about lack of delivery of a free--but promised--gift. “Not a single bottle,” Newt says. “What are we supposed to do?”

“Go to the beach without wine?” Hermann suggests. He’s in that dorky striped linen shirt Newt likes, a sunhat so big the brim covers his eyes, and khaki shorts that go past his knees. Newt loves him so much his heart aches.

“It’s our honeymoon,” Newt says, offended that Hermann would even suggest the prospect, “and we saved the world, and we’re old bastards. We deserve to get hammered on the beach. I’ll get the wine.” He snags the car keys off of the dresser.

Hermann pushes up the brim of his hat to give Newt an imploring look. “Can’t we just enjoy the day and worry about wine later?” (He doesn’t say what Newt knows he wants to say, which is that Newt’s driving is questionable at best and he doesn’t exactly trust Newt with the--okay, Hermann’s--car.)

Usually Newt would worry about this later, damn the wine, but the prospect of them both getting plastered with some idyllic backdrop means a relaxed Hermann who’s less embarrassed about getting handsy in public. On a beach, no less. A kaiju-free beach. “Nope,” Newt says, and jingles the keys merrily in Hermann’s face before kissing his cheek goodbye and skipping out the front door.

The nearest liquor-selling establishment is a twenty minute drive into town, and Newt gets lost twice on the way there. Actually entering the liquor store is a trip too--Newt’s experience with wine pretty much stops at the shitty boxed variety, and one time, some weird mint chocolate eggnog-flavored wine that Tendo brought to a New Year’s party as a joke, so he doesn’t really know where to begin--and nearly everything in the place is on sale, which can’t be a good sign. Still, Newt says, debates champagne, and beer, and some weird stout that’s mixed with coffee or something, before finding a tall bottle of some novelty, electric-blue vodka on the (large) discount shelf. Half off. Nice. “Is this supposed to be kaiju blue?” Newt says to the guy working the register, waving it.

The guy shrugs. Newt puts a bottle on the counter.

Hermann’s waiting impatiently on the wicker chair on the beach house porch when Newt strolls up some time later. The sun’s already setting so Hermann should be thanking him, really; there’s less chance of either of them getting sunburned, something Hermann complains endlessly about. More than Newt does. “Finally,” Hermann says. He hoists himself to his feet. He’s wearing his cute round glasses still, too. “Off to the beach, then?”

Newt hands Herman the blue bottle, and Hermann blanches. “One second,” Newt says, already wiggling out of his t-shirt. “Gotta get ready.”

“Where’s the wine?” Hermann says. “I thought you went out--” But Newt’s shutting the door behind himself and stripping out of his shorts.

Newt’s prediction was right: Hermann is a little more amenable to going at it on the sand after they’ve each had a few drinks, especially once the sun sets and it’s just them on the beach. Unfortunately, the weird vodka is a bit more potent than he realized and they go from pleasantly buzzed to giddily tipsy in hardly any time at all. It doesn’t help that they’re both, admittedly, lightweights. Newt realizes he’s made a mistake after the third time he goes in to kiss Hermann and hits the tip of his nose with his lips instead of his mouth. But Hermann giggles, which is exponentially cuter than anything Newt’s heard in his life.

“Wine,” Newt declares into the crook of Hermann’s neck. “We should’ve just gotten wine. I should’ve.” He’s sprawled happy across Hermann’s chest, his knees resting on the blanket on either side of Hermann, careful not to put pressure on Hermann’s leg. He’s all sandy, too; before ultimately falling into a heap of kisses with Hermann, Newt thought it’d be fun to build a bunch of sandcastles and stomp through them like Godzilla. And it was fun, if maybe in slightly questionable taste given recent events, but this is more fun.

Hermann’s hat is askew (he hasn’t taken it off yet) and the top of his linen shirt is undone. He strokes through Newt’s hair affectionately. “Newton,” he says, “my dear Newton. Dear man.”

Hermann hasn’t been this tipsy since the little party they threw at the Shatterdome after the world didn’t end. It’s also adorable. The side of his glasses bump into the side of Newt’s with a little clack. “Mm?” Newt hums. Hermann strokes his hair again.

“I am very fond of you,” Hermann says.

“Yeah, I hope so,” Newt snorts. “You did marry me.” He kisses the little exposed bit of Hermann’s neck, brushing his lips against the linen collar of his shirt. He tries to wriggle his hands between their bodies to unclasp another one of Hermann’s buttons, but Hermann shakes his head.

“Ah. Not here.” He pats Newt’s back. “I don’t want to get sand on me.”

“Fair,” Newt sighs. The chafing would be a bitch. He snuggles in again. The waves on crashing gently on the shore make for some nice, relaxing background noise. Newt could almost fall asleep. His eyelids feel heavy.

“Newton,” Hermann murmurs, “stars. Above us.”

“Mm,” Newt hums again, not bothering to look up at the sky, and he noses at Hermann’s neck, the beginning of the fuzzy bit of his undercut.

Hermann prods his back again. “Please don’t fall asleep on me,” he says. He sounds muffled.

It’s a block back to the rental. A block back over dunes, and then up uneven stairs, stairs they’ll certainly both end up stumbling down if they attempt to climb. He’s doing them both a favor if he falls asleep here. “It’s cool,” Newt says. “We’re fine like this.” He shifts his hands to the blanket so he’s bracing less of his weight on Hermann. It’s so fucking cool being married to Hermann, you know? “It’s so fucking cool,” Newt says, sitting up to look Hermann in the eyes, “being married to you.” He bumps his nose against Hermann’s.

Hermann’s hands go to Newt’s sides, and he squeezes them gently. “Newton,” he declares, “I feel exactly the same.” And then his eyelids start to droop, glasses and hat and all. Newt rolls off and lands heavily on the sheet they brought with them, then cuddles up against Hermann. “I’m not falling asleep,” Hermann mumbles into his hair.

“Of course not,” Newt agrees, with a snicker. They’ll make it back to the rental eventually.

[mother-ofwriting]

The next blog I make is going to just be a multimuse, I swear to the Lord on high...

I have eight blogs and six are RPs so I check all of them consistently and wooooeeeee....

Next blog is definitely just going to be a multimuse if I can find a code for a multimuse blog theme. Because jeez I make these characters too fast and should really just throw them all into one blog to save my sanity XD

[rainboflg]

Wooooeeeee that bird is mad!

this is the angriest bird i’ve ever seen

[rainfoxx13]

Wooooeeeee normally I do t have coffee but today and I did and got damn I’m hyped

[felasintumbld]

oh right of course silly fel

WHY DO YOU THINK YOU COULD DO A GOOGLE SEARCH FOR THE NAME OF THE MYTHIC ITEM YOUR THINKING OF AFTER THE AVENGERS CAME OUT

sigh