#yeeehaaa

[akadoxalis]

[theothervonkarmagirl]

"I wish my children would get a safer hobby."

"Faceless are dangerous, you know. They could get killed one day."

[br0shh]

yeeehaaa

[kevinarthur64]

Moriya Western YEEEHAAA!!!

[imaveryevilenby]

what can run, but never walk, has a mouth, but never talks, has a head, but never weeps, and has a bed, but never sleeps?

tHE NEW FORD F150 YEEEHAAA-

[mabith]

I got the most enthusiastic automated e-mail from a company I ordered from and it slightly makes me want to never order again. I can't tell if I'm a hopeless curmudgeon or just in a mood.

It was just another mundane day at our office when suddenly, Sophia took a look at the computer and her eyes widened. "YEEEHAAA," she cheered! "We got an order from mabith!" Julie jumped up from her desk, almost spilling her blackberry balsamic infused seltzer water, and ran across the warehouse to give Sophia a flying high five. "We did it! We have an order from mabith!" The entire warehouse erupted in cheers. "Sweet Caroline" blared from the speakers (Clint is a HUGE Neil Diamond fan) and everyone picked up their favorite air band instrument and started jamming away to the tune.

[justemz]

Yeeehaaa

[jessicas-pi]

Some people kill their darlings. Me, personally? I mortify my blorbos. sounds like a very interesting fic that would probably vaporize me with secondhand embarrassment easily, so im very curious about it

YEEEHAAA

Okay okay so this scene, which I have temporarily dubbed In Which Tristan Steals Half A Letter And Mandalorian Sibling Rivalries Get A Little Violent, is from the very beginning of Paint Bombs, Pixie Cuts, And Elopement, and it is only the first of MANY increasingly mortifying situations!!

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Sabine had been so distracted, she hadn’t realized she was no longer the only person in her library.

Tristan had breezed in, settled down in her abandoned spot on the lounge, and picked up the letter from Ezra.

“Hey! That’s personal!” she snapped, jumping up and snatching it from him.

Her brother looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

“What does that mean?”

Sabine stomped back over to her desk and sat down, pulling out a second sheet of paper. “It means that it’s my business, not yours.”

“As your older brother, I think it is my business. After all, you’ve been sending a concerning amount of letters to him, and you won’t let anyone else see his replies.”

“Because it’s personal,” she repeated, not bothering to explain that out of the last six letters she’d sent, he only bothered to reply to the last one, and not very nicely, either.

“Which is exactly why we’re all worried.” She hunched her shoulders and focused on writing.

She was a few paragraphs in when he spoke again. “And it looks like I was right to be worried, because this, little sister, is a pretty compromising letter.”

Sabine blinked, bewildered. “Compromising?” She turned around in her seat and let out a furious cry. That letter—it had had two pages, and Tristan must have let her only snatch the first page without her noticing, because he had the second one in his hand now. “Tristan!”

“Oh, yes, very compromising. I quote—” He held up the letter and read aloud. “It was so nice of you to use all those tender words in your last message to me—have you been writing love notes?”

What she had been writing was a horribly rude letter where she called Ezra every name she could think of, and he’d got sarcastic over it in his reply, which Tristan had to know because the next sentence of that letter was a few of those phrases quoted, but he was apparently being a very selective reader now.

So, Sabine didn’t explain, and just stood, clenching her jaw. “Give me that, and get out of my library.”

He just reclined on the lounge, grinning and kicking his feet up. “You know, I’ve had a few… ah… romantic escapades, in my time. I can be trusted with a secret. So confide in me. Exactly what sweet nothings have you been writing to your adoring Prince?”

“Give it to me and get out, Tristan!”

“Should I make some guesses?” Tristan asked, jumping to his feet to avoid the sofa pillow she hurled at him. Sabine followed him, advancing slowly, fists clenched. “I bet he sends you long letters about his earnest and eternal love, and you send him back coquettish garbage acting like you don’t understand anything he says, so he’ll say it to you again.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she snapped, snatching at the sheet of paper that he held away from her.

“Oh, no, it happens all the time. I’ve fallen for it myself. I still have the letters I got from my old sweetheart when I was your age, if you need proof. Or reference materials for the next time you write—I’m sure the little minx wouldn’t mind you borrowing a few of her shameless hints for your own flirtation.”

“It’s not a flirtation!”

“My bad,” Tristan sang, dodging around a chair so it was between the two of them, and moving side to side in time with her to keep it that way. “But in my defense, I had no idea you and he were serious.”

“We’re not!”

“When did you two first get an understanding?”

“We don’t have one!”

“Now that I look back—this all started last summer, when we were in Jedha, didn’t it? He must have been trying to win your heart then, and I can only assume you strung him along for weeks like the sadistic little witch you are, before you gave in.”

She cursed at him, no longer cold from the drafty walls but so warm she felt like she was crawling out of her own skin. She didn’t know if it was from the excitement of finally getting the letter, the heat of the fire, or the flustered burning in her face, and she didn’t really care.

“I may regret asking this,” Tristan said without a trace of regret, whatsoever, at all, in a million years. “But how did ol’ Prince Di’kut manage to woo you? Did he act gallant and noble and play at courting you? Or was this a…” Tristan wiggled his eyebrows and leaned in to whisper, momentarily dropping his guard. “A passionate-midnight-meetings sort of affai—”

Sabine’s fist connected with his nose.

[its-my-whump]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 5

Reckless

@whumpril

Tw: accident, unconsciousness and blood

"Yeeehaaa!" A joyful scream echoed over the field. Pete was smiling.

Sam really did make that jump with his dirtbike. It was reckless, much too dangerous, but he couldn't have talked him out of it, even though, he tried, for days. All that he did, was prolonge the fear for his friend, the longer he did try.

But Sam did it anyway and he managed and it looked awesome, how he flew through the air. He had done it before, but not here, not like this. Peter had to confess, it looked really amazing and he was impressed.

He lifted his fist in the air and answered with a loud "Yes man!" just as enthusiatic as his friend.

A moment later his joy fell into fearful silence as the dirtbike vanished behind the next tip and the undeniable sounds of a crash were carried over that hill.

Pete's eyes widened in fear, as his feet already were in motion. The ground was muddy and he almost slipped on his way up the hill.

The picture, he came too, let his heart skip a beat. Sam was laying half on top his bike, back wheel still spinning. He was face down in the mud, body limp.

'No no no no no...' Pete's head screamed all the way running down to him. He fell to his knees, pants instantly covered in mud. "You stupid idiot!" It was more a fearful phrase, instead of an accusation. Carefully he touched Sam's shoulder, but his friend didn't stir one bit.

"Hey man. Are you with me?" Pete slightly shook his shoulder. "Sammy boy? ... Fuck!"

A moan muffed into his helmet. A shudder, weak, but clearly visible, went through the crumpled form on top of the bike. The wheel had stopped turning. Another moan, louder, more aware this time.

Sam tried to move and grunted. "Easy, easy. Don't move." Peter had his phone in hand, already dialing 911. As usual, Sam didn't listen and under strained noises, managed to roll from his bike. His back hit the mud with a slight splash and a painful huff.

His clothes were muddy all over, his face too, for having no viser, his nose bloody and his eyes closed.

A tight wrinkle on his forehead, lips pressed to a thin line. He didn't move, after he made it to his back. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, as the adrenaline was rushing through his body. Gloved hands trying to fist the mud underneath from the agony, that was slowly hijacking his whole body with every second, he got more aware again.

His lips trembled, trying to part. An undeiceiferable sound, a moan and a painful grunt "Don't try to talk. Helps on the way, Sammy." Peter reasoned with him.

But Sam made another attempt to talk. "H... how'd I d...do?"

Pete needed a momemt to understand, his face distored in disbelieve. Another moment later, he realised, that he actually wasn't surprised at all and a wave of relief overcame him. "Great, just fucking great, you stupid reckless bastard!"

The painful wrinkel still on the pale face under the helmet. Glazy eyes looked up at the big guy and yet Sam's lips parted into a bloody smile. "See. Told ya!"

Peter couldn't help himself, but needed to huff a small laugh. Sam's smile was more visible in his eyes, than in his mud covered face. But all of a sudden, those glazy orbs started to roll back in his head and the last tension left his body. Head and helmet started to dip to the side. "No no no. You don't!" Pete gently tapped his cheek inside the cushing, while stopping his neck from turning and holding his helmet in position.

"Ey, stay with me. You, at least, need to wait for you fans, Sammy. I just called them." His friend's eyes fluttered open again, but his look was unfocused. "m'kay"

Relief and fear fought a tough battle inside Peter. The later clearly on the winning side, but the first right behind, as sirens approached from a distance.

Sam's eyes threatened to close again. "Ey, no checking out now! Can't you hear them already cheering for you, Sammy?"

My masterlist

[anotheraldin]

Do you wear a cowboy hat and yell "yeeehaaa" randomly?

Salaam!

I do not engage in such activities anon lol.

[mrwonghauhau5]

Yeeehaaa

[judsart]

Yeeehaaa !

[xoxositi]

yeeehaaa 🪄🪄

[watchingwisteria]

crime alley street kid says yeehaw as a battle cry

[lyvencope]

Have a coffee, Jaina.

[recortesdemivida]

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