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They call me mellow yellow.
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why hot press or cold press?
why
I am confused
different people have different ways they like to paint
so there’s hot press and cold press
why are all the sketchbooks at three different art stores I’ve been to not have good gouache or watercolour paper?
as in they don’t even have those types of sketchbooks. I just ended up getting mixed media ones
#watercolorur#hot press or cold press#I am so tired#I should sleep but I’m hungry#why do I have no more yollow painy#Autocorrect why
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Yollow gang
I'm falling into madness
#yellow ava#avm yellow#ava yellow#yellow avm#animation vs minecraft#alan becker#alanbecker#animator vs animation#color gang#?#i was super inactive bcz i hav a lot of hw x[
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It was the first time in a long while my parents had left me in the house alone. They gave me strict instruction to finish my school work, to warm up my food in the microwave for only two minutes, not to leave the house under any circumstance, not to open the door, not to answer the phone.
I reviled in the freedom the empty house gave me. I hadn't told my parents but I finished the week's school work on Monday. Once their little blue car pulled out of the driveway, I wandered to the living room and flipped down all the old photos. If I didn't, I felt their eyes following me, boring down on me with silent judgement. I had enough of that when my parents were home. I layed on the rug and played chess against myself. It ended in stalemate as always. I abandonded the board without cleaning it up. Next I used a ruler to open my father's office, I spun myself dizzy in his office chair. I closed the door when I was done and ignored the insesent whining of the dead cat that made her home in our kitchen. She was an odd transparent thing with a flattened middle that I had made the mistake of talking to when I couldn't sleep a year before. I suspected that she thought she was hungry and that I should feed her.
"You can't be hungry you're dead." I told her.
She yollowed. I walked through her and sprawled over the sofa in the living room. I spent the next few hours making my way through one of my dad's philosophy books. I was a bit dull but I was sick of rereading the same ten books. I was drafting a request for more books in my head when someone knocked on the door. I got up. My parents had told me not to go out or let anyone in but they hadn't asked me to agree. It was their mistake, a request without agreement was void.
I tiptoed to the door and stretched up to reach the peephole.
I knew upon seeing the man on the other side of the door that he wasn't real, but he was a better forgery then the things that lurked at the edges of the trees and corn fields. He was tall and narrow with limbs that stuck out at odd angles. His hair was the color of bark and his eyes were dark. He wore an all black suit and a round black hat, his coat hung limply over his boney shoulders. He smiled and seemed to lock eyes with me through the door, he gestured for me to open it with a gloved hand. His smile was warm, though he had too many teeth.
I opened the door and stepped back making sure to not step past the doorway.
The man-thing clasped his hands in front of him, he examined me, his eyes reminded me of a crow's eye.
"You have too many teeth."
The man smiled again, the way adults do when they think a child is being particularly dense. "Do I?"
"Mmhm." I nodded and crossed my arms.
"Well, I apologize young lady. Proper expressions are hard to create, I'm sure you understand." his voice was neat and proper but it echoed in my head.
I shrugged. My parents often thought I was making the wrong face, that I was being difficult.
"I have the right amount of teeth." I argued and bared my teeth to show him.
He leaned forward slightly and nodded. "You certainly do." He stood up again, he was taller then the door-frame. "Now, I'm looking for a Cecilia Pierce, have you seen her by chance?"
"She's dead."
"Oh?" His expression twisted to something that was probably confusion.
"So you can leave."
"Who might you be?"
"I'm no-one."
He paused then his smile was back, "It's nice to meet you, Miss. No-One. May I come in?"
"Why'd you want to?" I frowned.
"I travelled a long while to just leave."
"Life is full of disappointment." I agreed.
"It doesn't have to be."
"It's ill-adviced to let strangers into your home, they could hurt you."
"I wish you no harm."
"Anyone can say that. Do you promise?"
The man extended a spindly hand towards me, "I promise."
I considered the hand, deep in my chest I knew the promise was sound, words could have a power if you spoke them properly and I was careful to. I took his hand and shook it once.
"Do you have a name?" I asked.
"I do not but you may call me Sir." he gave me a half bow.
"Can you play chess?"
He smiled again. "I can."
I let him in.
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i'm crying my mom showed me her text conversation with her bf (who's kinda like my stepdad in a way i guess?) and. both of them are so stupid (affectionate)
(note: the original conversation wasn't in english, but trust me, these typos were just as funny in the original language)
him: so like, do you want the black one or the yollow one
my mom: haha you're so silly 😂😂
my mom: i want the block one 🥰🥰
#making fun of your s/o's typos while also making typos yourself. relationship goals#lina talks about stuff
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Buy Yollow Dress
#dresses#summer dress#fashion dress#outfit#summer#beautiful women#womenswear#womens fashion#fashion#women dress#long dress#women clothing#womens clothing#dress#date night#beauty#beautiful
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Check out Irina Fedorova, COPY: "Dancing in yollow, II", 2014 (2014), From Gallery Fedorova
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KATE Lip Monster 03 Lipstick, Yollow, 3 Gram (x1)
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And that one is nice compared to Thors 😂🤭
The yollow monstrosity!
Two broken make a whole; chapter 2
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Took me long enough to update, I know. Just have not ended up the happiest with this chapter and ended up overthinking it. Sorryyy 💜
I did get some help though.
Thank you @crzyplantladyvibes for your incredible help! I dont think this would be postable if it werent for you!
Warnings: talk of past mission, talk of past injury, Tony beeing a bad teammate, humour, angsty thought and feeling from our girl. We will be starting to cut into her past.
Wordcount: ~2.300
Deviders by @harlequin-hangout
The days following Thor and Loki’s arrival were relatively quiet. You didn't see them around much and soon you had to go on another mission. It would be an easy one, just some undercover work to get data from an organization trying to bring down the whole justice system.
As is often the case, it sounded more exciting in the briefing than it actually was in the field. After hours of surveillance, you were beginning to regret the career choices which landed you here, bored as heck, sitting at a window with Clint, not that you mind missions with Clint. He is competent and pleasant, but Tony, on the other hand, that’s another story.
He was supposed to be your ride along today, but 'thankfully' Pepper broke her arm by falling down the stairs. Not that you didn't feel bad for her, but if Tony had come along, you might have broken his. On your last mission with Tony, he’d bossed you around while frolicking about in his suit, not even bothering to tell you about the group of Chitauri heading straight for you. You were left fighting 8 Chitauri, Tony's cocky remarks about your defense ringing through the comms, only stopping when you nearly got killed. He didn't just take them down and get on with it, oh no, not Ironman. He had the audacity to make a show out of it, pirouetting around and landing with a bow while you had a bullet shatter your shin. You would have killed him on the way back home if you hadn't been in so much pain, because even then he didn't stop; no, he told you it was your fault for not paying attention to your surroundings! He, who was 30 feet in the air with a perfect view of everything, told you, who was down, enclosed in the forest, you did not pay enough attention to your surroundings. After two surgeries and 5 months off missions, when you finally recovered you avoided missions with Tony.
You rested your forehead on the windowpane and groaned. After 12 uneventful hours, even Clint ran out of easy going jokes, the both of you so bored you could barely stay awake. Thankfully, around hour 15 you finally spotted your target. In a matter of minutes, the 2 of you subdued the target, used his fingerprints to access the building, hacked the mainframe, obtained some vital intel, and planted a crippling virus. One short flight later and you were back at the tower; you weren't even gone a day.
Back at the tower, you’d wandered to the common room for some water and a post-mission snack when you spotted Thor.
"Hey Thunder, you all settled in yet?". You walked up to him, giving him a small side hug.
"I am indeed. I even got a chance to talk to Jane." He smiled from cheek to cheek, and you elbowed him affectionately.
"Awesome! What did she say? Did you talk it through?"
"Yes”, he nodded enthusiastically. “She’s even letting me take her out to dinner tomorrow!"
"Daaaamn, what do you have planned?", you plopped on the couch, looking at him expectedly.
"Well, I- must admit I did not think that far ahead.", he mumbled, sitting down too.
"What? Dude, you gotta choose a restaurant at least! This is New York, all the good ones are probably booked already! What does she like?"
The chances of him getting a table at a good restaurant, in New York, on a Saturday at dinner time are slim. Even as Thor.
"Pizza! And pasta. And those little doughy triangles filled with... stuff.". He was thinking so hard you could almost see his brain spasming.
"Samosas, got it. So, Indian and Italian food. Alright. What time do you guys meet?"
"7:30." He answered and you got your phone out, already looking for restaurants. After a lot of calls, pleading and the exaggerated use of Thor's name, you got them a reservation at a highly rated Italian place. Giving him the address, you continued,
"And what will you wear?"
"I do not know. But I am guessing my usual attire is not suitable."
"No, as much as I love your Asgardian battle armor, which isn't really a date night outfit. Do you own a suit?"
"I used to, but I sold it at the charity event," he hangs his head.
"Ah, yes. Well, you need a suit. You’ll have to buy one, which, with your physique, it could be challenging to get one off the rack."
"I could ask Loki to conjure one for me."
"Oh, right, he can do that too- ok, so that's settled." Caught off guard by the mention of Loki’s name, you thought, shit, I really need to do something about this growing interest in Loki.
“Thank you for your help with the restaurant. I will go see Loki about my suit. I can’t wait to see Jane tonight.” You murmured an appropriate response of some kind, distracted by imagining Loki in a well-tailored suit. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and made your way to your room for the evening.
The next day passed slowly as you updated mission reports. Clint didn’t help with any of the documentation, but he was a pleasant distraction with his jokes and stories. You stared at your computer, bored out of your mind.
"Miss L/n, mister Odinson requests your presence in his quarters", Jarvis announced.
"Oooooh, did I miss something?" Clint teased, making a kissy face. You slapped his arm.
"No, stop it! He is taking Jane out to dinner today, I bet he wants my opinion on his suit." You got up, hearing a "Yea sure! Use protection!" behind you.
"Shut up Katniss!", you shouted back. As soon as the elevator doors opened to the living quarters, you heard shouting.
"I asked you to give me a suit! This is not a suit!", Thor shouted.
"I thought you wanted something that fits you, I gave you just that!", Loki retorted sharply. You walked faster, fearing an escalation.
"So, this is what you think of me? I look as if I've been through a cheese grater!" You heard something break which had you sprinting through the corridor.
"Stop breaking my things! I just got that table!", Loki yelled, really fired up.
"Don't act like you can't conjure another one right now!" You arrived at their sitting area and ran through to Loki’s room.
"Stop fighting guys, what's the- What the hell?", you questioned, seeing splinters of wood strewn throughout the room and Thor clothed in God-knows-what. It's just a shirt and jeans, but with more holes than fabric. You don't even know where Loki got that outfit inspo from. Half his ass is hanging out from the pants!
"Look at this abomination of attire!", Thor whines, tugging at the hem of the shirt.
"Yea that's not... Please, can you give him a suit? It's really important.", you plead with Loki. He looks so handsome with his hair freshly washed, all floofed up. You bit your lip subconsciously as you took in his forest green tunic and dark pants, which clung to him in just the right places. He follows your gaze, smirking devilishly, making you drop your eyes to the floor, cheeks heating up ferociously. Your blushing went unnoticed by Thor, but Loki had seen it and mentally cataloged it as something to explore further in the future.
"I think I can do that, Agent.", he looks at Thor and with a single hand movement and a green spark, Thor is wearing a suit. Only...it’s the ugliest suit you've ever seen. It's neon yellow with a checkered pattern and a blue dress shirt underneath; the clashing colors are awful.
"What is this yellow monstrosity?! Change it, right now!", Thor bangs his fist into the wall, putting a crater into the solid bricks.
"Hey! Stop it, you buffoon!", Loki spits, rage flaming in his features, though you wonder why he is mad. He is the one fucking around with Thor’s patience.
"Thor! Tony is gonna kill you, please, calm down. We will solve this just- please stop destroying things. And you'', you turn assertively to the angered Loki, "give him a nice suit. This is important for him; can't you just help him?"
Both of them look at you like a deer in the headlights.
"Fine.", the blonde haired god calms down, "But he will change me this instant. And properly this time.", he pouts. Loki sighs loudly.
"Alright.", he snaps his wrist again and Thor wears another suit, "Happy now?". You give Thor a once over, considering the new attire. It's a perfectly fitted, cool toned grey suit, with a light blue dress shirt and deep blue tie.
"Very nice. Blue is a good choice, goes well with his eyes. Thank you."
Thor pats himself down, feeling the fabric,
"Thank you, brother. This one is rather nice."
The raven haired god nods,
"Very well. Would you mind? I have some renovations ahead.", he gestures to the door.
You tug at Thor's arm, steering him towards the door, "Bye Loki.".
"Goodbye, Agent.", he smirks, closing the door behind you.
After that you helped Thor prepare for the date, reassuring him. You sent him to the florist across the street, telling him to get a bouquet of whatever flowers he thinks she might like. He came back with powder pink roses.
Finally back in your room, you flop onto your bed and your thoughts begin to spiral down an unwelcome path. You usually try to stay busy, but sometimes you can’t stop the questions. There is just so much about your life you don't know, don't remember. Will you ever find your story, or will you die, taking the uncertainty to the grave? You've done what you could, tracing back the steps. but it only brought you back to hydra. Going back to the hydra facility you’d called home was a bust; it was completely vacant. No traces left behind, only the card deck you and the others used to entertain yourselves with.
When it was finally time for him to go, you went over everything again, adjusting his tie and reminding him of the address to the restaurant. You've got a good feeling about this; Thor and Jane are good people. They are heroes. They deserve to be happy.
You long for more than boring missions and futile searching into your past. When will you finally allow yourself to feel loved? It’s stupid, making yourself suffer, trying to pay the price for the path left behind. You know your lonely penance won’t change a thing, but getting to live a life filled with love just feels wrong. After all you've done, it's simply not right; you don’t deserve happiness.
You wonder what happened to your few friends back at hydra. Were they killed because of you? Because you choose life? Maybe you don't want to know. The slip-n-slide of overthinking got you again and you know, if you don't get off that ride right now, you won't be able to stop for hours.
You decide to text Taylor and Kenma, your two best and only friends, outside of the tower at least. Taylor does not take long to respond but declines, saying Sean, his boyfriend, had already something planned for today. It's a common occurrence, ever since they started dating, meeting him became a rare occurrence. Sean is a horrible person, but Taylor loves him far too much. He just can't get himself to end things.
A bit later, Kenma texted back but she is at work, nightshift. Damn it.
"Jarvis, who is in the Tower right now?", you say to the ceiling.
"Mister Laufeyson is in his private rooms, Doctor Banner is in his laboratory alongside mister Stark."
"Ask Stark and Banner if it's alright if I join them, please.", you sigh.
You really hoped Nat was home, or that either Scott or Clint was here since they never fail to crack you up.
"You are welcome to join them."
"Thanks Jarvis."
In the lab, you find them bickering about technology to add to the suits of some teammates, including you. So, in the end, you put in your suggestions too, helping create them.
Yours got more protection, it's fire resistant now and has even more pockets to store little items in. And they even built in an extra one for throwing stars, your "last resort" weapon. Never used them in battle, but in an emergency they’re better than nothing.
When night fell, Tony went home, and Bruce fell asleep on a pile of fabric samples. You went back to your room. You tried to sleep, you really did, but you just couldn't. So, you ended up thinking about him. Loki. Why must that tunic of his be so tight? You saw every ridge of his abs, every line on his chest. And those pants and that smirk. Ugh, did he see me blushing?! Oh, so what if he did? And his hair, Thor must have interrupted his brother after a shower, but you are kind of grateful for it. He looked adorable with his hair all floofed up.
Do gods have bad hair days? Thor certainly does, you know that for a fact. Tony once straightened his blonde locks out while he fell asleep after a mission. Tony made sure to do an awful job. The result was a lot of yelling, gloating laughter and a broken elevator door. Ahh, fun times. If Loki has had a bad hair day, you sure haven’t seen it, at least not yet, you thought mischievously.
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