#yeahright

[loversplayground]

Gonna "cuddle" so hard.

vc: @Bounce_TV

[mofmofmofmof]

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[tolgowski]

what you know about love?

[sneepmemoryscreen]

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[roxyrich]

I’m a year older today. It beats the alternative! All I’m trying to say is, “WHAT-everrr!” #whatever #displeased #thatface #yeahright #mybirthday #funny #ineedcoffee #ineedwine #gettingolder #watercolor #meh #fyp https://www.instagram.com/p/CosYP1uPLm9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cartooonsaremysafespace]

the hell? I hope no 11 year old watched this show! a show of sex jokes/nudity/ is not for KIDS.. im 99 percent sure this isn't written by no 11 year old for shame hbo max

a 11 year old wrote this?

[amenomiko]

Clavis as a cat

Emma: *Was crying* 😭😭

Clavis: Meow.. *Pats her shoulder*

Emma: Oh.. I'm sorry. Are you hungry?

Clavis: Meow. Meow meow. ^w^ *Points at his poop on Emma's shoes*

Emma:

#veryloving

#yeahright

[marcosilveira18]

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[fredr-r]

YEAHRIGHT!

[bulletslimee]

Do Not Resuscitate (DNR) - Live @ Vinyl Festival 2015

A/N: I AM CRINGE BUT I AM FREE. Bonus points if you recognise the band i'm ripping off and their exact live performance that inspired this lil fic. Also please go easy on me i've only recently gotten back into rwby (this is a self-insert fic, kind of a band AU sorta thing)

I finish writing the setlist and hand it to my bandmates, both giving me a worried, confused look in response.

“Freya..” Yang cautiously uttered, “You realise we’re doing a 45 minute set?”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve given us an hour.” Blake added on. I grinned as I replied.

“Ehh, nah, I reckon we could get that done in 45 minutes. Besides, we gotta make up for yesterday’s weather cancellation.”

Apparently, the Beacon stage was packed. Seems having ‘DNR’ written anywhere will get crowds, or it could just be people willing to see anything after yesterday’s disappointment. If only my old mates at Vacuo could see this.

“I mean, we have been playing faster, but I think you’re really pushing it.” Blake said with skepticism. 

“Well, call me daring, but I think we got it!” I confidently replied.

After some back and forth, we came to a compromise of sorts. If we couldn’t get it done, I had to shout their drinks for the next two weeks. 

Our little back-and-forth was interrupted by some industry-looking guy who probably doesn’t even know what the major scale is.

“You girls don’t mind if we record and broadcast your set today?”

Without thinking, i blurt a brief “yeahright” so he’d go away, which Yang really didn’t appreciate. I was kinda pissy about the heightened police presence this year, so I wanted to speak as little as possible to organisers. Although, it’s cool Vacuo will now see themselves represented on the big stage. 5 minutes till we’re up, so we quickly make it to the side of the stage. I take a quick glance out, feeling my tail stand still as I register the sea of heads stretching all the way to the back of the showground’s fencing.

I crack open an energy drink before tossing one to Yang, slamming it back without care for the emptiness in my gut.

I put in my in-ears, and the three of us emerge out into a deafening cheer. I look back to the sidestage, and wave to Ruby, before making a heart with my hands, my tail wagging as she returns the gesture. We briefly fiddle with our instruments as we turn on our amps, I yell into the microphone to fill the time.

“How we doing. Vinyl!?” I yelled out absentmindedly, to another roar from the crowd.

We blast out a little riff to make sure everything's in order, before I speak again.

“We are DNR from Beacon Academy, before we get into things, look out for each other! Be mindful of the cunts around ya, make sure they're okay!”

“Alright, this first one’s about a real shithole on Vacuo’s docks called Nambour!”

My amp screeches with feedback as I wait for Yang to count us in.

CACKCACKCACKBOOM!

I can’t help but grin at this new tempo we’re doing, sprinting through the opening riff. I watch as the crowd starts clashing together as i mentally prepare my vocal cords for the torture im about to inflict.

“WALKEDOVERTOJUSTIES,” Shit, wrong verse. Just roll with it, it’ll be fine. The pits start to open up as we rip through the halftime section, and I cackle as they collide in a cacophony of spilled drinks, jackets and other miscellaneous accessories. The crowd erupts again as we shoot the final chord through the PA, doing so a second time as I tell them of our record-setting ‘23 songs in 45 minutes’ attempt.

“This next one’s about the sorta cunts you’ll find in Nambour!”

I hear Yang’s 8th-notes through my in-ears throughout the first and second verse, the ferocity of Yang’s playing meaning the sound closer resembles a silenced machine gun than a hi-hat. At this tempo, actually thinking about my solos isn’t an option, and I default to random licks as I haphazardly run up and down my fretboard. This continues through the next song, though Yang goes back to quarter notes, presumably so she doesn’t tear a muscle. My words are barely understandable at this speed.

“WEDON’GE’USEDTAHEATUP’ERE, WELEARNTAFUCKIN’LIVEWI’IT!”

I point to Yang as I hear that floor tom rumble the stage. Her snare punches through all the other noise, sounding like a cannon with every hit. I scream some gibberish to count Blake in, and look back to Yang staring daggers into my being, leant over her hi-hat, her sticks a blur as she barely manages to keep it on beat. I see someone’s boot get launched as I scrape my pick across the strings. Both their backing vocals reflect how aggressive they’re playing.

“RELAXATION, MOOD ALTERATION, BOREDOM LEADS TO INTOXICATION”

“Alright,” I mutter, “this one’s called Jet Lighter and it’s about ripping a cone, or as you call it in Vale, smoking a bowl…” “GIMMEFUELGIMMEFIREGIMMEGIMMEJETLIGHTERGIMMEFUELGIMMEFIREGIMMEGIMMEJETLIGHTER OI!”

My sudden count-in catches the other two off guard, yet their muscle memory keeps them in check, even at this tempo. We rip through it just fine, and I wait for Yang’s drums to blast in my eardrums again. I always feel a slight hesitation playing this next one, performing a song that boils down to “I’m not a huntress, I’m never going to be one, fuck you” while “studying” at one of the most esteemed academies all about becoming a huntress is definitely a bold decision, especially given my bandmates are huntresses-in-training, but y’know, fuck it, Beacon hasn’t kicked me out yet.

“I DON’T WANNA BE NO--CASUALTY!”

Usually, there’s a quick moment of silence before we all come in again, but this time, I need to air some grievances.

“Hey, just one sec..” I know Yang’s giving me some sort of look, even if I can’t see it. “I think it’s a fucking disgrace the pigs are bringing the dogs out today!” I hear Blake shouting her backing vocals, obviously still in the zone.

“LEFTRIGHTLEFTRIGHTLeftrigh…..”

I continue my little rant. “After what’s gone on past 24, 48 hours, they think it’s okay to nab a cunt for a little bit of weed? Fuck ‘em, fuck the lot of ‘em!” I grin as I hear the crowd roar, knowing the lecture I'm probably gonna get from someone once we get off stage. I cackle as a realisation hits me. Oh, right. This is being broadcasted live. Across the entirety of Remnant, I’m pretty sure.

We play the outro as usual, and i yell out a final “fuck ‘em”. The next couple songs are a blur, all I really pay attention to apart from my playing is the battle scene unfolding in front of me, almost reminiscent of The Great War, just without people dying, hopefully.

“Alright, i think we got 2, 3 left, whaddya reckon?” I utter, very out-of-breath. I look to Yang, who’s been playing at her limit this entire set. She looks back to me, her eyes glowing red. She looks like she’s just about to scramble over her kit and throw me into the crowd. I respond to the crowd's noise and cheers. “Wasn’t asking you lot, but I appreciate the enthusiasm. This next one’s about the second greatest band in the world.”

BMKABMKABMKA

Fuck me dead, alright. I wonder if Yang’s trying to play at a tempo i can’t keep up with. Luckily for me, all I gotta do is twiddle fingers, although even that’s starting to wear me thin. I count both Blake and myself in with some more gibberish . We take a moment to raise our instruments in unison at the end of every other bar before getting into the final chorus, an excited grin stuck to my face betraying my angry shouting. 

“How many of you cunts been to the Crow Bar?” I hollered out to the ocean of heads. “If you take a gander ‘round the corner, there’s an ATM there with the absolute shit beaten out of it, and we wrote this second last one about that ATM, it’s called Paid Late.” 

I stomp on my wah pedal mid-solo as I bring my guitar behind my head, eyeing a crowdsurfer getting dragged over the barrier by security. He looked vaguely like Jaune, but I couldn't be certain. I'll have to ask him about it later. 

I breathlessly mutter into the microphone, my voice hoarse and gravelly.

“Vinyl, this is our last song, cheers for coming out this early, it means a lot to us…”

“This one’s from back home in Vacuo. We’ve been DNR from Beacon Academy, have a great fuckin’ festival, see ya’s later….”

I point to Blake as I count us in for the final time today.

“UN DUN DAT KA!” I hear the crowd roar louder than I’ve ever heard as Blake’s bass shakes the ground. I blast a single chord as I lead into that first chorus. I give a shocked grin as I hear the crowd chant that chorus at me, a thick Vacuan accent present despite the cacophony of different voices. I join in eagerly, and I feel my tail wagging so hard I’m surprised it’s not generating some sort of lift.

“I’M ON SMOKO, SO LEAVE ME ALONE!”

I make a circling motion, beckoning a circle pit, cackling wildly as a whirlpool of bodies quickly generates, growing only larger as I take my solo. I watch the bodies clash together as my solo leads into the final chorus of our set, my voice cracking into one final, almost pained scream.

And like that, we'd finished our set. I flinch as two drumsticks go whizzing over my head into the crowd, I look back to Yang walking off as I lay my guitar against my amp, the feedback screeching wildly for a brief moment until the sound guy turns everything down to play whatever over the PA. I flick my guitar pick to someone in the front and run over to Ruby, almost collapsing into her embrace as I try to catch my breath. 

I look back to our set timer.

23 songs. 38 minutes. 

[randomcommenter]

#BS #yeahright poindsignyaddayaddayadda #eyeroll

Low key found out this week that I made the biggest discovery of my career so far four years ago, and I won’t be able to talk about it for several more years probably 🙃 academia is fun.

[bayledesign]

#flatearth #yeahright

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[somethingbcrrowed]

"Yer welcome, DOLLFACE," he says.

"Thanks fer not crushin' the BOYS…"

The comment is distracted, because he isn't looking at her anymore. His eyes are moving to the bottle that sits, still full, near his foot and it takes less time to decide to reach down and grab it than it had for him to decide what shirt to wear that day.

The QUESTION she asks takes him by surprise, and both eyebrows lift as she waggles hers, feeling an odd sort of cold shiver roll down his spine. Smoke coils from between his opened lips as he exhales slowly, mouth agape. Maybe he SHOULD be worried about bodily molestation after all.

"UHHHHH," he starts, like a fucking idiot, his intoxicated brain faltering and trying to figure out exactly what she means by LOOSER BOUNDARIES because she can't actually mean what he thinks she means. Can she?

He stares at her until she looks at him again, the word PRUDE causing sharp exhale that sounds a lot like 'YEAHRIGHT', followed by a chuckle. He averts his gaze, looking toward the doorway before his eyes find hers again. He suddenly feels waaaaaay more sober than he did a few seconds ago.

"F'all bets're off, then, uhhh… WHAT BOUNDARIES?"

❝ Thank you for the SUPPORT. ❞

She'd tip the bottle in his direction in salute, the cigarette that she'd somehow held onto dangling from the corner of her mouth. She reaches up to remove it then and exchanges it for the neck of the bottle. She'd tip it back, taking a pull before she tips it back down with a gasping breath. It was unnecessary to be this GREEDY but she's so close to the right amount of drunk that she knows this'll do her JUST RIGHT. 

She slips her cigarette back into her mouth, her ash on the carpet. Why? Convenience for short, pettiness for long. She'd take a long drag, eyeing him from her cross-legged sitting position, fully facing him now. He's HANDSOME. Every Hargreeves man was which would explain their lack of BRAIN POWER. Still, not a bad trade-off for her. 

❝ So, if all bets are off, I'm going to guess LOOSER BOUNDARIES, YEAH? ❞

She WAGGLES her eyebrows as she takes another long pull, turning her head to close her eyes and exhale deeply through her nose. It felt nice, the rush of smoke. She knows her sinuses would suffer but, for now, it scratched the right itch in her brain. She'd turn back to him, eyeing him with an arched brow.

❝ Go on. Don't be a PRUDE. ❞

[syasjoji]

Me:

[marcosilveira18]

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