#yeeeehhh

[yuukirita]

What if (hear me out) what if Bee(B-127) is kinda made to put down primes (I've read about it from the bayverse I think, because he went on a one on one with a rogue Optimus prime and held his ground) like c'mon he has knife hands that can slice through anything and isn't that saying. Kinda like a secret bot incase shit goes down but sentinel knew 'bout it or idk so he kinda want to erase that identity from bee so taking his cog before he came online and transfer him anywhere but he's so good at his jobs so sub-level 50 he goes. (But what about his sparkbrother? I would like to incorporate the colors of Cybertronians and I would like to think that yellow meant caution and danger plus it stood out too soooo yeeeehhh [leaves it up to you])

And also another one, but like imagine the quintessons attack and something happened and then something triggered in him and he kinda hears a voice in his head that says eliminate/destroy and he becomes a one man army against a large number of quintesson soldiers at the side of the battle. (This is just brainrot and copium because I'm desperate for BADASSATRON content 😔👉🏽👈🏽)

I like the worldbuilding that yellow bots mean Caution- cuz yellow. And that could mean a lot of things, could mean they handle danger or they are the danger.

Bee being a... sleeper agent kind of? Interesting. I love the idea that Bee is actually the deadliest bot ever and the only thing holding him back is his morals- cuz the idea of happy sunshine character going berserk does something to my soul.

[rurushhhhhhhh]

Yeeeehhh...Bendy's redesign again. I hope this is the last one.....

(I'll be writing an animatic script all night again and suffering.)

[mortallydarkharmony]

Silver: I may be hurt but I can still protect you from anything, including nightmares…..

Monica: *wispers* their first kiss!!!!

Monica: well I think you just beat that record cuz you now have a new record of 6.5 seconds!!!!!!

Citrus: “Wow, that’s amazing-“

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Gandalf doesn’t know

Number 45 with Gandalf from this post requested by @nina-ray

I gave a go at crack fic 😅

“Why did you pause that song?”

“Oh trust me you won’t want to listen to that one.”

“Y/N, I want to learn about you and your world. You’re my friend and I want to get to know you.”

Sighing you couldn’t deny Gandalf, he’d become like a grandfather to you since coming to Middle Earth.

“Okay but don’t judge me for this.”

*one ‘Scotty Doesn’t Know’ later*

Gandalf had a look on his face like he was trying not to be disappointed.

“I have questions.” Gandalf finally said.

“Okay…”

Oh god here we go.

“He betrays his friend many times and is almost jovial about his confession.” He says like the song was some great tale.

“Yeeeehhh….. it’s not great, but it’s a fun song. Will you listen to me now when I want to skip a song? A lot of the songs where I’m from are either sexual or violent so I do just want to ease you into it. Okay?”

At hearing your explanation he almost looked startled.

“I understand.”

[puppyie-innit]

*Sneaks sneakily*

Pssst... Pupplee....

*Pet pet*

Did you have a good Christmas?

- @starfruuuuiiiit

ehehehe, yeeeehhh- except for da fact that i was sickk

*rolls over on back happily* wuv yous fwendoo

[starfuckrrr]

Did you know force feeding people through their ass was an old form of torture that was banned for being to cruel?

" oh yeeeehhh I knew this!! idk bout u but I was waterboarded once and then I changed my name to acid bcz ion like the name on my certificate! acid is soooooooooo much cooler ong. "

[soulofkole]

🌕🌕🌕🌑🌑 3/5 Moons

The premise was exciting and different. It was a nice throwback to games like Bloody Mary and The Candy Man era. The only thing is, and it's not entirely their fault, the acting was very very unbelievable. They are new to the game though so I won't hold that over them too much, everyone needs to start somewhere! I do wish they wrote it in a more exciting way, the writing felt a bit flat. The ghost disturbs the absolute crap out of me. Not much does but when you see that face, hell naw to the naw naw naw. Fun fact the ghost is actually an acrobat which is how she does those creepy bends! The ghosts visuals and it's fun fresh idea, even though it could have been executed better, are the reasons why I have to give it 3 moons.

[marislittleworld]

Esse fandom não ta morto yeeeehhh

aahh fico muito feliz que a fandom de Hot Wheels Acceleracers ainda está viva no Tumblr. 😄😄💖💖

[thedevilsrain]

IM A FOOL 😐 TO DO YOUR DIRTY WORK 😐 OOOH YEEEEHHH 😐

I DONT WANNA DO YOUR DIRTY WORK 😐 NO MOOOOORE 😐

[creative-soul-22]

I jumped in my seat and was like "OMG THAT'S SCARLET YEEEEHHH OMG OMG SHE'S BACK! SHE'S BACK! OMG! YEESSS!!"

OMG SCARLET OVERKILL IS BACK IN DESPICABLE ME 4 AND I WON'T GET OVER IT - SEEING HER AGED IN THE END VIBING OUT TO "EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD" WITH BELLE BOTTOM AND THE OTHER VILLAINS WAS SUPER NOSTALGIC AND A WONDERFUL MOMENT!

[carmen-sandie-go]

River Styx: what do u think happens when we die

Hey anon ,

This question made me think. Like think think and then the sudden harsh reality that I am going to die someday and not be a teenager anymore but actually some old grandma hit me hard so thanks for that bruh.

I really don't know what happens. I believe that once the body does the soul goes to a court room where it is presented in front of god and according to the karma in this life the fate is decided. If you have done exceptionally well and good things you go to heaven . Which I believe would be the case for 1% people. You then are able to attain moksha or the freedom from the re birth cycle. If you have done evil deeds then you serve your time in hell . Which would be the case for 20% people give today's crime statistics. Now the people who have done their time in hell get a choice to either become a demon , re birth or heaven I believe that most would choose heaven . Lastly the rebirthers people who neither belong in heaven nor in hell but this doesn't mean they have not don't anything wrong or anything good.

According to Hinduism

Among the collected hymns of the Rigveda (which may date from 1500 BC and probably constitute the earliest known book in the world), there is a “Song of Creation.” “Death was not there,” it states, “nor was there aught immortal.” The world was a total void, except for “one thing, breathless, yet breathed by its own nature.” This is the first recorded insight into the importance of respiration to potential life. To the intellectually inclined Hindu, the eternal, infinite, and all-pervasive principle of Brahman alone is real, and the acquisition of cosmic consciousness allows humans to become one with it. The individual soul (ātman) is merely a particle of this cosmic principle. Think of it this way , a drop propelling out of the ocean its different from the ocean for a while but in the end it is made up from this ocean and returns back to it.

After death At the cremation site, a lighted torch is handed to the eldest son or grandson, who ignites the pyre, near the feet of the dead woman, at the head of the dead man. While the body is burning the soul is thought to seek refuge within the head. The intense heat usually explodes the skull, liberating the soul; when this does not happen spontaneously, the skull is deliberately shattered by blows from a cudgel. Other traditions hold that the soul passes out through the nose, eyes, and mouth. Some believe it is better still if it leaves through the anterior fontanel, an opening in the skull that normally closes during early childhood. Such theorists hold that if the deceased has practiced yoga or intense meditation, this opening will reopen, allowing free passage to the soul. In some parts of India it is believed that the souls of the really wicked depart through the rectum, and in so doing acquire such defilement that endless purification is necessary.

Immediately after death, the soul is not clothed in a physical body but in a vaporous thumb-sized structure (linga ṡarīra). This is immediately seized by two servants of Yama, the god of death, who carry it to their master for a preliminary identity check. Afterward, the soul is promptly returned to the abode of the deceased, where it hovers around the doorstep. It is important that the cremation be completed by the time of the soul’s return, to prevent it from reentering the body. By the 10th day, the near relatives have purged some of the defilement (mṛitaka sutaka) they incurred from the death, and the chief mourner and a priest are ready to carry out the first śrāddha (ritual of respect). This is a step toward the reconstitution of a more substantial physical body (yatana ṡarīra) around the disembodied soul (preta) of the deceased. A tiny trench is dug in a ritually purified piece of land by a river, and the presence of Vishnu is invoked. Ten balls of barley flour mixed with sugar, honey, milk, curds, ghee, and sesame seeds are then placed, one by one, in the soil. As the first ball is offered, the priest says (and the son repeats after him), “May this create a head”; with the second ball, “May this create neck and shoulders”; with the third, “May this create heart and chest”; and so on. The 10th request is for the ball to create the capacity to digest, thereby satisfying the hunger and thirst of the newly created body. Bungled ceremonies can have catastrophic effects. Prayers are offered to Vishnu to help deliver the new entity (now perceived as some 18 inches [46 centimetres] long) into the power of Yama. The balls of barley are picked up from the trench and thrown into the river. Further śrāddhas are performed at prescribed times, varying according to caste; one of these rituals makes the soul an ancestral spirit, or pitṛi. With the completion of these rituals, the soul of the deceased leaves this world for its yearlong and perilous journey to Yama’s kingdom. The family is now formally cleansed. The men shave their heads, and the women wash their hair. The family’s tutelary god (removed by a friend at the time of the death) can be returned to its home. A feast is offered to Brahmans, neighbours, and beggars—even the local cows are given fresh grass. There is a sense of general relief: if the śrāddhas had not been performed, the preta could have become a bhūta (malignant spirit), repeatedly turning up to frighten the living. For the deceased, things would have been worse: the preta would have been left errant. (A similar fate befalls the soul of a person who commits suicide.) The horror of dying unshriven that haunted people in medieval Europe resembles the despair of the devout Hindu at the prospect of having no son to perform the śrāddhas.

The soul, in its substantial envelope, is meanwhile proceeding on its journey, holding onto a cow’s tail to cross the Vaitarani, a horrible river of blood and filth that marks the boundary of Yama’s kingdom. Throughout, it is sustained by further śrāddhas, during which friends on earth seek to provide it with shoes, umbrellas, clothing, and money. These they give to a Brahman, in the hope that the deceased will benefit. During such rituals relatives have to avoid all sewing, which might occlude the pitṛi’s throat, rendering it incapable of ever breathing or drinking again. After a year, the pitṛi in its yatana ṡarīra reaches Yama’s seat of judgment, where it is sentenced to a strictly limited term in heaven (svarga) or hell (naraka) according to its deserts. This completed, it moves into another body (the karaṇa ṡarīra), whose form depends on the individual’s karman. It could be a plant, a cockroach, a canine intestinal parasite, a mouse, or a human being. Unlike Jains, Hindus believe that whatever body the soul eventually moves into, it inhabits as sole tenant, not as a tenement lodger

[macklives]

hello and welcome to the “mack is finally fucking free” channel, the liveblog from the current user, mackenzie “macklives” (who wants to legally change her name to “mackdies”), will resume once again tmr afternoon (or around then) so have a fun day and prepare yourself for more dumbassery soon

peace

[pins-junkyard]

It (sona) would totally go "yeshh noworries I j usst ..... got some CH3CH2OH yeeeehhh nuthin t wurry bout" at the question "are you drunk?!"/"are you ok?!"

I remember when I used to roleplay as my sona on twitter (with my main) and get drunk also kinda irl but in the verse I was wasted

And I remember my sona sung Ocean Man but with words changed cuz she was talking to N. Brio

Something like "Take me to the Lab that you understand"

[mistylinemisty]

My mother let me to put a pokeball on the Christmas tree =3

[creepy-scrawl]

Idk dude... i really love my nails

[vestzmc]

I do that too! Every content is great because I love seeing people's works added into the fandom

Fandom: God there’s like NO content anymore. I wish we could get more art and fanfics :(((

Someone: Hey, I can’t draw anything digitally, because I can’t afford a tablet, but here’s a pen on paper drawing that I spent a lot of time and hard work on. Also, I took a shot at my first fanfic and I’d really like some feedback or at least some kudos if you enjoyed it :)

Fandom: Oh... yeah sorry no... not you. We actually meant writers that are already well known and popular to produce MORE content... I mean, if a popular blog shares your work then maybe. And we don’t really like pen to paper art. We just don’t think it’s professional or even looks good :/