#you wanna go brah-- we gonna go

[elect-elecman]

listen I love online spaces as much as the next guy but having irl friends who share your interests is truly the greatest

[pjsk-headcanons]

i think we should get more theater kid kohane. like imagine early on in vbs akito still doesnt believe in her singing abilities so challenges her to sing a whole song without breathing. and theres very few songs she knows the whole way through and well enough to sing them faster to make it. so she sighs heavily, resigns herself to this fate, and quietly whispers "seventeen seventy six. new york city." before looking up at him with the most determined eyes and singing at the top of her lungs (while staring directily at him) "pardon me are you arron burr sir that depends whos asking oh sure sir im alexander hamilton im at your service sir i have been looking for youimgettingnervoussiriheard you name the princetown i was seeking an excellerratedcourse of study whn i got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours i may have punched him its a blur sir he handles the financials you punched the bursur yes i wanted to do what you did graduate in two and join the revolution he looked at me like i was stupid" (this section very pointed) "im not stupid." (BREATH) "so howd you do it howd you graduate so fast it was my parents dying wish before they passed youre an orphan of course i wish there was a war then we could prove that were worth more than anyone bargined for can i buy you a drink that would be nice while were talking let me offer you some free advice" (this section said with regular rythmn bc it is a crime not to) "talk less. what. smile more dont let them know what youre against or what youre for you cant be serious you wanna get ahead yes fools who run their mouths off wind up dead" "a yayowyayoa what time is it" (finger guns toya) "showtime!! like i said ayayowyayayow yo im john lawrence in the place to be a two pints a sam addams and im workin on three ya those redcoats dont wanna believe that i will bam chickabam those hats till im free a oui oui mon ami jmmapelle laffeyete" (i dont speak french idk man sorry) "the lancelot of the revolutionary set i came from afar just to say bon swa to the king cassoutire whos the best say moi brah brah i am hercules mulligan upping it loving it yeah i heard your mother say come again ayy kinda hard to have intercourse o'er four sets o coursets wow no more sex pour me another brew son lets raise a couple more to the revolution well if it aint the prodigy of bryston college arron burr drop a verse drop some knowledge" (BREATH) "well good luck with that youre taking a stand you spit imma sit well see where we land well the revolutions imminant whadda stall for if you stand for nothing burr whatll you fall for o who are you who are you who are you o who is this kid and whats hes gonna do i am not throwin away my shot i am not throwin away my shot yk im just like this country im young scrappy and hungry and im not thrownin away my shot imma get a scholarship to kings colledge prolly shouldnt brag but dawg i amaze i astonish problem is i gotta lotta brains but no polish gotta holler just to heard with every word i drop knowledge im a diamond in the rough shinin piece o coal tryin reach a goal pow'r speech unimpeachable only nineteen but ma mind is older these new york city streets gimme colder a shoulder every burden every disadvantage i have learnt to manage i dont have a gun to brandish i walk these streets famished the power to ponder to spark a new flame but damn its gettin dark so let me spell out my name i am the ay el! ee ex! ee en dee! ee ar we are! meant to be a coleny that runs independantly who needs britan keep shittin on us endlessly essentially they tax us relelntlessly then king george turns around and runs a spendin spree they aint never gonna set our decendents free so there will be a revolution in this century and to me he says in parenthisis dont be shocked when your history book mentions me i will lay down my life just to set us free eventually youll see my acendency!" (BREATH) "do you want me to keep going because i can" "i am both impressed and horrified."

kohane proceeds to teach toya the entirety of six. theres a specific line that gets stuck in his head every time and kohane spits out her drink when toya mumbles "all you wanna do, all you wanna do baby - touch me, love me, dont say maybe" while running his hand through akitos hair (who is oblivious)

minori and kohane scamper away to a hidden corner of miya at lunch break and shiho walks in on them singing a combanation of cringy idol songs and overhyped theater songs.

also she rearearaeearreally likes beetlejuice. vbs have a warmup where they take turns singing the song thats stuck in their head at that moment. kohane glances around. an gives her the thumbs up. "MOM. DEAD MOOOOOMOMOMOM I NEED A LITTLE HELP HERE. are you really in the ground? cause i feeeeeeeel you all areound me are you hear dead moooom dead mom. in skipping the middle. CAUSE DADDY'S IN DENIAL, DADDY DOESN'T WANNA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL HE WANTS ME TO SMILE AND CLAP LIKE A PERFORMING SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAL IGNORED IT FOR A WHILE BUT DADDYS LOST HIS MIND FOR REAL FOR REAL FOR REEEEAAAAAAAL YOU WONT BELEIVE THE MESS THAT WEVE BECOME DUN DUN DUN DUN" toya sitting there sweating and hoping that neither an nor akito can understand english that well because it would most definately bring up some unwanted memories.

and because its canon. she also LOVES wanadashow. going to school with OOTORI FUCKING EMU makes her a mess every time. her current vocal stims are "haha! you are king~" and "RULERRULERRULER ITS SHOW TIME HIGHERHIGHERHIGHER ITS SHOW TIME CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY" and that just repeats until someone ducktapes her mouth

oh and! if someone asks her what time it is she'll always say "it's showtime." arata does this too and everyone thinks she picked it up from him. nope. its both a wanadashow and hamilton reference. (he'll never admit it but arata is also a hamilton fan. he saw it while he was in the states and something about it entranced him. probably how well the rap is written. it heavily inspires a lot of his music and kohane makes the homophobic dog face every time. thats why she was so surprised in walk on and on with soumas unfinished track!!!)

no i dont project onto her whahahahahahahahhahaahaaaaaat. my theater kid phase is coming back. - 🎲 anon

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[xpau-official]

I have noticed a lot of people ask the sans', but how about the papyrus'? How are they?

(P.S.: Fresh may favourite parasite can you look after the author for me? I don't know how much asks they receive in a day but yk make sure they don't overwhelm themselves kk??)

They’ve moved on.

(Kk, brah! I’ve been watching this here inbox and brah, it is piling up! There’s gotta be at least 120 letters in here! Ya really like the answers that the broski’s are giving, don’tcha? It’s all cool! Author brah doesn’t wanna close up the box ‘cuz it’s fun to hear ya, but it’s probs gonna take a ‘lil while ‘till you’re gonna get some responses, ‘kay? It ain’t your fault, brosephs!

Of course, a rad ton of them are repeats. I try to group them up to make it easier, but it ain’t easy! We got like, 5 more letters flying at us after we send back one! It’s crazy dawg!

I got a P.S from ‘em too, right here… Said that “Mistletoepartyau ain’t gonna be a thing ‘cuz they take too long. Sorry to ruin your vibe, yo!”. So peeps have been all up sendin’ asks for more mistletoe action? Aw brah, you’re all a buncha sinners, aren’t cha? Heheheh!!

But sorry brah! Looks like only Dusty brah is gonna get under that holiday magic, at least for now! I know, that’s totes unfair, right?!

We already got the rad XOXO’s going on, but there’s a lotta other questions that link back to older stuff here. We’ll try our best to get through ‘em, so take it easy on us, ‘kay brah?

Author here is doing fine tho! I’m sure it can get a tad overwhelming to manage all this, but it’s aight! I’ve been keeping up with those reminders about takin’ your time n whatnot. So it’s all chill!

Thanks for the rad ask, yo! We both appreciate it! ♥︎)

[spaciebabie]

HI HI HI I JUST SAW THE FNAF MOVIE FEEL FREE TO USE THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO SHARE YOUR THOTS ABT EVERYTHING

alr well im gonna talk abt a lot of things under the cut :> (extra precaution for people who havent seen it!) im gonna be talking abt some major spoilers so like if you dont wanna know what happens dont look!!!!!!!!

the thing that stood out ta me the most abt this movie is the cinematography i mean- some of those shots were really well fucking done. and the tension at certain parts??? i mean!!! i wasnt really scared during the movie but there were some parts where the build up ta the scare made me feel a lil somethin somethin yk. a little tingle in my booty.

ALSO LIKE?? THE AUNT DIED AND NOBODY FUKCING TALKED ABOUT IT SKDFJSKFHSKJFSJDF???? DID MIKE JUST FUCKING MOVE HER BODY OUT OF HIS HOME??? WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GO???? THEY REALLY JUST LIKE DID NOT GIVE A SHIT ABT HER AWAHWHAGGWGAGWAHHWGHAHAHA

also. the springlocks. we finally got like some explanation asta how they would work and honestly i really really like how they function. like it makes sense!! the metal ribcage??? fuck thats so peak i might hafta add that ta my springer design i love it

speaking of springtrap. hello hi i love. william afton. i have always been a springtrap lover and a william afton enjoyer but this movie man. mathew lillard is hot as hell and he did an awesome job in this role. i mean hes everything i would want william afton ta be. silly, dangerous, unhinged, sure of himself, ive already made a post talking abt how much i liked the springlock failure scene (well more like screaming abt it) but like. hes. hes not scared of dying hes not scared of death (at least he doesnt show it) b/c he knows hes gonna be reborn and- fuck its just so good. i love everything abt the final scenes. GOSH AND HIS VOICE!!!!!!!! THE DISTORTION ON HIS VOICE DID YOU HEAR HOW GLEEFUL AND CHEERY HE WAS??? HOW DRAMATIC HIS STUPID ASS WAS??? SHITTTTTTT

im also really glad vanessa had some development here! and i wasnt expecting her ta be william aftons daughter??!?!?!?! WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLYAY MOLAY ACTUAL PLOT TWIST I DIDNT SEE COMING. ive already mentioned this 2 people on discord but like. i hope we see more development of her and her fathers relationship before what we see in fnaf 1. i NEED 2 know what she saw i NEED 2 know why she is so haunted. what happened ta her family???? and like!! what the hell is happening 2 her as shes in that hospital brah i bet you she's having terrible nightmares and i needta see ALL OF THEM-

ALSO LIKE?? JUST REFERENCES TA THE FNAF FANDOM IN GENERAL?? THWE LIVING TOMBSTONE??? MATPAT?? CORYXKENSHIN????? SPARKY????

LET ME ALSO CONTINUE TALKING ABT THE FACE SHREDDER THING CUZ LIKE I WANNA KNOW WHY THAT WAS EVEN IN THERE IN THE FIRST PLACEOMG A THOUGHT JUST HIT ME-

FACE SHREDDER SO YOU CANT IDENTIFY THE BODY???? HELLO???? anyways seeing the animatronics go crazy and kill people was very cool. i loved the animatronics soooo much they were so silly and LIVELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO FULL OF LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GODDD I LOVE LOVE LOVE THEMMM I LOVE THAT THEY PUT IN THE EFFORT TA ACTUALLY MAKE THE ANIMATRONICS IT MADE IT SO MUCH BETTER

rambling over. i needta go study skfskjfksjdf

[a-v-j]

Legit lore for Anti_nightmare 2.0😂👌

Anti and the boys: *on their phones*

past!auto: *walks by* anti, trash duty, it aint gonna throw itself away.

Anti: aww, i hate trash duty, hue, you do it.

Hue: hell nah brah. Sat you go.

Sat: no.

Ness: no.

Anti: rock, papers, scissors! *Everyone shows their pick* *anti loses* aww c'mon, the 2.0??? that's not fair!

Hue: *chuckles* dont be sore loser, ya lost.

*Later*

Anti: *drags a manageable weight of garbage* *opens trash chute*

???: .. remember me, anti?

Anti: hello? Who's that... *Spiraling mass of codes jump at him* *gets tackled to the ground* *gets up as anti_nightmare*

Anti_night: it feels so good to be in a body again *glitches to anti* anti_nightmare?! U-uh...howre ya bud? *Glitches to anti_night* not bad, but i know you and i are gonna have such a fun time together. We got a lot of catching up to do

Man im already feeling not so pump making this script to a comic 🥲 so here's the script only lol

I like the codes in the bin idea so thanks @katroo31 but instead of becoming his own thing or possessing another nightmare, I'll just have it possessing Anti again instead

So anti_night is possible to return and be controllable if Anti's duplicates arent in Anti, as mentioned in this post

Anti_nightmare is as goofy and unhinged almost like Sat. He's got none of nightmare's cold, unnerving, stoic, dark gent aura tho

And with anti_nightmare 2.0, Anti's personality has more control over and so he's a lot "goofier"(idk what word to call it) than before.

Think of a more exaggerated version of what he was

And there's no more sentient tentacles since Anti's duplicates were out when the merging happened, so anti could focus on keeping control on anti_nightmare.

self cannibalism is reduced but Anti_night might still wanna bite once in a while, probably some habit

Recap of anti_night 1.0 👇

Also had an idea for them to get an anti!cross

It will be a a cross already living the good ending of underverse or whatever and as he's enjoying his Quaso 🥐, he gets kidnapped by the gang, tied to a chair and forced to sit in the anti_error-void 👌

Also, anti!badsanses will be the meme-iest badsanses out there lol

[cheese-ducks]

TWRP ORIGINS

Chapter 7: I Can't Believe This Is My Life

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Jack woke up feeling well rested, something he hadn't done in a while. Stan on the other hand was slightly hungover from the party last night.

"Hey, brah." Stan opened the door, his voice sounding slightly groggy. "Feeling better about the show?"

Oh right, the show. Guilt swirled into Jack's stomach at the mere mention of the concert. "I guess a little, again, I'm super sorry about missing it."

"Dude, it's no prob. Get that through your nerdy little head!" His insistence didn't make the guilt completely disappear, but Jack quietly laughed at the phrasing. 

"Thanks." He replied sarcastically. 

Jack checked the status of the house as Stan drifted to his bedroom. His parents' cars were absent from the driveway and his brother was definitely out of commission. The coast was clear. 

"So how did enrichment time go?" Jack's hushed voice barely breaking a whisper.

"It was incredibly enlightening!" Sung's voice was crystal clear in his head. It didn't feel as weird as he thought it would. "I have never felt more ascendant in my life!"

"To be honest I'm feeling pretty ascended myself, it's nice to know we both had a good night." 

He could vaguely recall Sung's night. Sung handed out the gifts, his mini fridge got destroyed by the robot from the parking lot, and they just had a good time. He remembered the feeling more clearly than the event itself, that was the part that felt weird. 

"And it's also good to know I am not crazy." His eyes darted around the room as he reconsidered his statement. "Well," he laughed awkwardly thinking about the last week and a half. "Uh, I wasn't wrong. I won't say that I'm not crazy, but I wasn't missing anything the other day. So yeah, that makes sense." 

Day one of sharing a vessel had officially started. 

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It was a pretty uneventful day, which was probably good for the first one. Jack mostly hung around the house doing various chores that Stan was supposed to be doing, if not for his currently hungover state. He figured it was the least he could do after missing the show. Sung was actually good company during the mundane activities, often asking questions about anything and everything. It brought a sense of wonder Jack didn't think was possible while washing dishes and vacuuming the floors. 

"Y'know, normally chores are super boring but it's actually been kind of fun with you around." Jack said as he finished sweeping the kitchen.

"Annihilating boredom is what I do best." Sung gloated for a bit. "Wait, these tasks usually inflict boredom?" His tone was much more concerned now. 

"Uh, yeah. It's chores." Jack replied with confusion.

"How often do you have to complete them?"

"Probably once a week, at least." His casual tone had Sung reeling. 

"Fascinating. Perhaps humans have a higher tolerance for boredom than most beings." 

"Maybe," He shrugged as he put the broom away and sat on the couch. "Because I probably should have taken a break an hour ago but I just wanna get this over with."

"Well it's very heroic of you to protect your brother from the forces of boredom while he recovers." 

"I guess boredom is a little bit different on Earth. It isn't some evil force to be destroyed, it just kinda happens sometimes." 

Sung's silence spoke volumes like he hadn't considered that before, or he was afraid to tell his band mates. Feeling his emotions was still weird, but Jack continued.

"And I mean you're not gonna kill boredom by staying hidden all the time. Why not do some busking or something?"

"What is that?"

"Oh, it's when you play music on the street, sometimes for money, the idea of it makes me nervous as hell." 

Sung considered it for a while before he answered. 

"Bringing amusement and joy to the masses in guerilla style warfare against boredom, it's brilliant! I will tell my band mates at once!"

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The first show on Earth, the first time these humans would be saved from the clutches of boredom! Everything was set up and poised to dominate. Havve's drum machine and the few amps they could bring were in place, Phobos' guitar case was set just in front so that people could give them money. It was all ready, and yet Sung was terrified. It was incredibly strange. He was sweating, his stomach hurt, he wanted to bite his hands; the most confusing of the symptoms. Being in front of the small crowd that had gathered out of curiosity felt wrong somehow. The strangest part was the all-encompassing force begging him not to play. Music was the one thing that brought him joy, how could he be scared to do it? He'd never felt like this before. Regardless he had a world to save so the boys began to play. Sung could feel the crowd's reactions. There was an initial state of bewilderment but most people who saw them began to dance and have fun. There was about 15 people in the crowd but all 15 minds were blown. As the show went on Sung's nerves still persisted. It slightly dissipated as the set progressed but it was still overwhelmingly present. Seeing how much fun his band mates were having helped it dissipate. Meouch was feeling the happiest he'd been since they crash landed, every riff and lick filled with passion and joy. Phobos was nervous at first due to the oxygen levels and general atmosphere, so he wore his helmet outside the ship as a precaution, but even through his metallic silicone mask Sung knew he was having a blast. Havve was executing each beat perfectly but there was an energy to his playing he hadn't seen in a while. It's as if the crowd was supplying him with the resolve to keep playing, as if he liked entertaining them. It was the most fun they'd ever had on this planet. This was truly special. 

The energy slowly faded as the night went on. Coming down from the high of performing was never an issue for Sung, but today he felt a massive weight off his shoulders. He was playing music with his friends all night, something that never scared him before. Why was he scared  now?

"Are you gonna help us, fearless leader?" 

Meouch's sarcastic remark snapped him out of his daze. 

"Of course I will, I'm just lost in thought I guess." He still wasn't completely focused on the task at hand. The question was a dark presence in his mind over the otherwise cheerful cleanup. He racked his brain for what could've caused the unprecedented negative emotions, until suddenly he remembered what the human had said.

"the idea of it makes me nervous as hell." 

It was him. 

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Jack came to in his bedroom. It sucked but at least he knew why he was blacked out at all. His bedroom window was open all the way, letting in the cool summer air. 

"Please remember close my window, man." Jack complained, assuming Sung was back in his head. 

"Who are you talking to?" 

He jumped at the sound of Stan's voice, he looked significantly better than this morning. Jack forgot that he was essentially talking to himself.

"Oh, um..." It was best to be at least semi honest, right? "I'm just mumbling to myself, so I don't forget anything." 

Stan looked a bit confused but overall he didn't suspect a thing.

"Well if it works, bud." He did a double take as he was about to leave the room. "Speaking of forgetting stuff where's your fridge?" Stan asked.

"I finally threw it out." There was a pride to his semi lie. It was kind of thrilling living this weird double life. 

"Good for you. Night, brah." 

"Night, brah."

He climbed into bed feeling completely normal for a change. Day one of sharing a vessel went off without a hitch, so far Jack was able to live his life and Sung was able to live his. There was still the blacking out part that he didn't care for at all, but he could talk to Sung about that in the morning. For right now he was optimistic about his secret double life and content to sleep thinking about what could be in store. He couldn't sleep however because Sung was right next to his face, glaring at him with deadly serious eyes. Jack flinched so hard he nearly fell out of bed. 

"What the fuck, man!" Though frightened at Sung's unmasked form, Jack still kept a hushed tone. 

"In the nicest way possible, what have you done to me, human?"

[astrozxmbie]

beooo I DONT WANNA GO TO THE CONCERY TMREWQW

UOUVE GYATT THIS BRAH!!! andndndddd I’ll be there sooo!!.!!!!! woohooo yippie im excited woohoo yippie yay!! you guys r gonna sound amazignngggg i js know it bc sometimes i hear u guys signing when we r in band 👅

[trashlama]

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ROR (Record Of Ragnarok) headcanons/IDK drabble turned one-shot

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Jack The Ripper

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This is definitely not for kids!

Like if you're under 18 please just turn back. This is 18+ only!

Just to warn you guys, I literally watched this show almost in one night yesterday so bear with me. And then proceeded to write this. It was supposed to just be some headcanons. And then it turned into drabble and then one shot.

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh

I re-read this thing a couple of times. I tried to search the internet for quotes that would fit. Cause his character is really into quote'in and shit. I'm sorry if it isn't great I don't usually write so I tried my best. I just was filled with so much simpin' juice for this man at the time so I had to write cause I have no confidence in drawing his character with how badass he is.

Please enjoy!

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Really into aura shit

You got a nice aura? Better watch out. He might seek you out for that warmth if it's too similar to his mother's. Before she went kray- kray-.

Brah has a thing for cute shit

Based on his reaction with the Valkyrie chick he Völundr with. He's definitely into Lolita's.

I'm not a hundred sure what else he might be into. I feel like he's into the whole pure thing and wanting to A.) Corrupt it or B.) Cherish it.

Totally see him as a creep/closet pervert

Too much of gentlemen to be straight up creepy, buuutt still manages to push boundaries, tho whatcha gonna do

Brah is V from V for Vendetta but, minus the whole fuck parliament and being a charred turkey whose like woof- woof- for Evee Hamond.

Brah kept giving me flashes back to Batman by Gaslight.(Really good movie, guess what? Fet. Batman & Jack the Ripper. It's some badass shit.)

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Brraaahhh imagine just being some poor samp having to make ends meet in like one of the recognized most shittiest times. And its the dead of the night, walking home after your shift at the pub that ran later than you would prefer. But hey, money is money.

Everything is quite aside from the inebriated stumbling to their choice of den and the ladies of the night who waited on the curbs for potential customers. Preferably the quick and wasted ones.

Although the lamp wicks were burning bright thanks to the caretakers that serviced them. You being a dumb b*tch just trying to get home decide to pull the white girl move in the horror movie and walk into one of many dark decrepit alleys in London that were spread out like a cobble stone labyrinth.

Only to come across this motherfucker while passing through. Humming the London bridge is Falling Down while hunched over something behind one the local comunial waste bins. Obviously whatever it was had the bizarre-o ivory-haired man distracted enough to not notice your initial presence. If you were a normal self-preservation instinct still intact person you would've ran back the way you came.

Buuut that's too easy sooooo, no.

You—, you decide to play Blue's fuckin Clues and go stroll by the dude to see what he dooooin'.(Kinda like when there's a crash and everyone is like yoo I wanna see. But there's traffic so they slow just a little bit down when passing the crash to see what's up. Cause we all nosey b*tches. Don't lie.)

Didn't even take five steps before this crackhead whipped around to see who was approaching. And in the same short amount of time it took the mustached hetero-chromatic eyed dude to analyze your fluctuating aura of emotions. Meanwhile your ass noticed how this dude was fist deep in this lady's guts playin' doctor with a satchel of equipment at his side. Outfit drenched in the same burgundy colored ooze that flooded from the ripped open abscess in the abdomen of the obviously recently deceased women that was prompted up against the corner where the waste bin met the structure.

Before you could even think of back pedaling out of this situation. The pale haired man had launched himself on you. Quick to restrain you against the gross ass cobblestone wall of the ally way. In the right hand a common barbers knife that'd you find in any supplies shop in london—hovered threateningly above the thin skin of your throat. While the other was kept busy planting you against the wall by the roots of your still pinned up hair.

The desire to allow fear course into your veins was strong as you stared trapped in the heterochromatic pools of mania that belong to the person infront of you. Pools of crimson and glacier keeping you pinned. The former of the two holding almost supernatural glow to it. The gleam of it's light piercing through the veil of fog and darkness like the knife he so carefully wielded.

"What's a young maiden like yourself walking around at this hour in a place like this? And without a chaperon?" The mustached man inquired though obviously not out of interest but, amusement. Maintaining the manic look upon his pale aging features as he peered back into orbs of (y/e).

"It is a blind goose that cometh to a fox's sermon." The older gentleman cooed. Warm breath fan across the skin of your face leaving behind goosebumps in its wake.

The guy was definitely creepy.

Though not keen on being a damsel in destress of any kind. Your ass knew you wanted to survive this counter. And no one from the London yard to the hooker you passed on the corner is gonna help you now.

You had three options:

Scream

Fight

Reason

With a blade at your throat you might as well call yourself Marie Antoinette 2.0, if you chose the first option. Fighting with this dude would definitely be one-sided. From the fact that it took him 2.5 secs to over power you and contain you to a single spot. Yeah that's a no-go. And to be honest you weren't a hundred percent sure if reasoning would work on the psycho in front of you. Based off the fact he's staring at you like a mustached Cheshire Cat with a Mad Hatter's attitude. This is one fucked game of perseverance that you wish hadn't walked into.

Your last resort? You weren't completely sure what yet but one thing for sure; the way this night was looking so far this might be your last time underneath the moonlight. You might as well try something. It's not like you have anything left in your life to lose.

As you steeled your resolve in your mind. Your aura told the middle age man everything he needed to know.

At first glance it was nothing special. Just a cesspool of emotions primarily exhaustion and the normal stress that lays beneath every worrisome thought of the future and tomorrow's problems.

He was just going to rip her up like the predecessors that came before her. However, it was when he pinned her to the putride wall of the alleyway that he saw her true colors.

They shifted like a marvelous rainbow. One moment they were a stressful cobalt. The next a surprised cyan. Than a thoughtful calculative lime green.

However resting a deeper emotion sat next to the core in every flash of color. Remaining vigilant against an invasion from outside forces that threaten to penetrate the brigade that kept them at bay. Was a spec of regretful indigo. There it sat safe guarding the very thing that created its very being. So the same thing wouldn't happen again.

The array of sensitive colors dazzled his senses. The alternating emotions keep his interest peeked and the knife from laying any more pressure on your artery. His receptors in his nerves soaking up the vivid feelings like a dry sponge in the bath water. However unlike the sponge, his body just craved more.

He wanted to see the violet purple. The despair fill her heart. It was his favorite thing.

Swallowing a thick glob of saliva your (y/e) irises began to what you think is nonchalant but, isn't very chalant— scanning your surroundings. Looking for an opportunity to present itself despite the current obvious disadvantages. -cough- knife at your throat -cough- head at risk being slammed -cough-.

The creepy-ass grin from the creepy-ass man in front of you didn't help easing any tension in the little space between you two.

" Sir I nought know why you're doing this but, please allow me to pass onwards on my path. I cannot convict you. I don't even know your name nor what you look like." You reasoned (y/e) eyes filled with earnestness and your soul mirroring the same in a vivid courageous orange and a trepidious magenta.

Eyes trained with one another never breaking for a moment. Not even when his hand with the knife pulled away and was swiftly replaced with the left grasping your windpipe.

He hummed amused with your statement. How foolish you were to think ignorance could save you from your sealed fate.

" How rude of me..." He began.

Successfully instilling even further the threat that was to her life tonight. Not the drunktards who came in on a regular. Not the slim shit wages that barely kept her afloat. Not cholera(that one is a joke because of the time period and where they're at).

The mustached man right in front of her.

Typically he just kills whores. The women who remind him the most of his mother. Though if their soul shines a true brilliant viscous scarlet.... he doesn't mind making an exception or two. After all at the end they all become such a beautiful violet before it ends in white.

Taking an actual intake of her appearance she was certainly not a prostitute. Her bosom was properly strapped down by the corset underneath the fabric of her appropriately length dress that clung to her desirable frame. No cheap lard products to cover her natural appeal.

Only upon closer exception does he notice the faintest of a tan line from a band that has long since been removed.

A ring.

There had been a martial union and as evident with the lack of a band clasped around her dainty finger. It has been terminated. Divorced. Day-old goods that no one wants to touch.

The absence of it told him she had no one to return too.

That she was also abandoned.

That she was free for the taking if he pleased.

But, unlike most Lodon's fine selection of men. Jack actually did have manners.

And a criteria.

And before taking her in he needed to test her.

Can't have distrust in a budding relationship now can we?

" My name dear unwanted maiden is.... "

Hands like snakes from Garden of Paradise enclosed around your tranchea . Effectively sealing away the opening for the air to travel into your lungs.

"....Jack,..."

Cheshire Cat grin stretched across his pale complexion. The insanity in his eyes burning red hot like the poker in the fire.

"... Jack The Ripper! " He said with a joyous glee. Finally leaning in close enough that you could finally make out his full features.

"Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest"

Pools of (y/e) widen with surprise as they maintained the direct line of eye contact with the killer who has been stalking the streets of White Chapel.

Tears fell from (y/n) sockets. Not out of fear or the tragedy of your death. But rather the hurt of knowing you'll never get the chance to have a family.

I'm sorry this next part is ridiculously darker than the rest of this one shot/drabble. IDK how I went down this path but, just warning the next part includes talks of divorce, implied inf@cide, implied ch!ld murder, mi$carriage, oh and I almost forgot just dap of pedo alert.0

Please continue with your own discretion!!!

Since the start you never got to have that family. You never knew your parents. They had left you at an orphanage. Lucky for you that they had room to spare. Most became water logged coffins sealing away the babes from undesirable fates.

It wasn't sunshine and rainbows at the orphanage. You had to pull your weight from a very young age. Those who didn't contribute didn't get food, those who resisted got sent away, anyone who didn't listen came back from lectures with welts and concussions. You pick and choose your battles. And you chose them very carefully for the first fifteen years.

Until you felt the need to defend yourself against one of the caretakers who wasn't so noble. You had shed first blood the summer before. And ever since had been on the edge due to prying eyes and wandering hands.

That summer you left the orphanage and headed to London. Hear say from villagers say all the jobs are in the cities now. Thanks to the Industrial revolution offering more opportunities than ever before.

You had gone. Worked at a textile plant for some time until you met your first husband. And became pregnant with your first kid.

....only to lose the fetus three months later due to the stress your body was under. Children take so much. Even before their born. The nutrients get sucked from the marrow and slowly you lost the battle.

Your husband blamed you, and you did too. You tired, tried, and tried. But, they just couldn't be kept.

It wasn't even a two years later that your first husband divorced you.

You always wanted to be able to try again. To have that child to love and hold, to cherish unconditionally like you wished you had been.

Though staring into those mix-matched pools of insanity. In one last attempt to not give into the fear of the impending end. You thought one last time about your dream.

Jack was both pleased and mystified

Instead of the violet purple he saw within most of his victims. He found a light source that resembled the embers that kept the Londoners warm through the ruthless winters. An eradecent hue that blend yellow and pink into what can only be described as a hug to the senses.

Relaxing and comforting. A guiding light to ease one to rest.

"And light is mingled with the gloom, And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom In sweet relief ".

Slowly hands like steel latches released their grasp from around your neck. Skin already blossoming with bruises in the shape of handprints.

Without the support holding you up your body slid towards the alley way floor to only be scooped up into Jack's arms, as if weighing nothing more than a few sheets of paper.

"There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand."

Too exhausted to fight off Jack's tight embrace between the near death experience and the shift you had worked before ever traversing down this alleyway.

(y/e) drifted shut as you listened to Jack whisper sweet quotes of adoration as he took you away. Going only gods know where.

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd."

As the morning sun rose above the thick pea soup fog. Londoners would be too enthralled in the newest victim of the ripper to notice that there was another woman that the ripper had stolen. With no body to be found.

The five quotes here are quoted by(as in order of appearance)

John lyly

William Shakespeare

John Greenleaf Whittier

Mary Shelley

William Shakespeare

My other fur-baby is fed up with me editing this thing.

[xe-5aj1700155-024]

RIP ZYZZ WERE ALL GONNA MAKE IT... IT GETS BETTER THE SUFFERING ENDS WE SWAG OUT WE WIN FUCK IT WE BALL ITS WIN ONLY SWAG ONLY FUCK IT ALL #SPITEINHAPPINESS WE WIN ONLY ....EMOJI LIFESTYLE,,,,,

Everybody asks me, "what the *** is Zyzz about, what the *** is up with those videos, ***? You're ****ing up yourself ****" It's a ****ing act, there i no Zyzz.

You mirin', brah? Well I'll give you more reason to mire now bro. It's ****ing Zyzz, brah. Everyone has a little bit of Zyzz in them. Every ****ing *** out there, you're a ***ing sick *** if you wanna be, brah. Stop being a ****ing sad ****, alright? Go out, get bitches. That's what we do in this ***, brah. You wanna be a ****ing little sad ****? *** that ***, bro.

Every little haters gonna hate, bro. You'll never be like Zyzz, brah, cause I'm a ****ing sick ****, mate. Every one of us has a little bit of Zyzz in us, you just don't know it yet. You're sitting here going, "who the *** is this ****ing ***got?", well, you're probably right. But I'm ****ing shredded brah, ye ****.

Cuz at the end of the day bro, you gotta listen to this... If you're a ***ing shredded sick ****, you get away with anything bro. You make fun of some fat *** making a **** and people will be like "Aw yeah, Zyzz bro, yeah". No one'll give a ****, man.

We're all gonna ****in' make it bro, that's it.

[spacepiratenemo]

How Ace & Nemo met!

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“You know, Firecracker? When I sat in that dark cell, shut away from anyone’s view, the only voice I could hear was yours. Whenever you told tales about your brother, it reminded me to stay strong… and kick their asses later on…!”

❤️Long overdue chapter one cover!!!

How Ace and Nemo met! Most romantic #fanfiction#tales start with a man or a woman falling in love at first sight, or they have a vibe of prince and princess. This tale starts in prison, and it starts with a bang when this silly robot detonated Nemo’s cell block, causing her ears to ring like crazy; and her to yell at it for ten minutes straight! This story starts with comedy, laughter, yells, a riot, chaos and it finally got a cover for that chapter!

While Nemo grounded her robotic-assistant, her drones freed her allies on this escape: #portgasdace and Jinbe. And while the drones freed the lads, Nemo threw her first temper tantrum at the tech-squad… and Ace and Jinbe? Well they were like “WTF is going on!” 😂😂😂

If you’d like to give the story a read, here would be your link: https://www.wattpad.com/1217294171-the-lunarian-guide-to-the-blue-world-engl-vers-1 Votes and Comments on the Story are very appreciated :3

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Here is Impel Down from Ben’s perspective, as it hovered through the hallways…

“Boss is gonna be mad at me when I’m late and when she’s mad she’s gonna hurt me and continue to deny that I’m a sensitive person! I gotta hurry…. BOSS! BOSS! WHERE ARE YOU, BOSS!?”

*robot gets seen by a guard, immediate “eye-contact”, guard winks, rubs their eyes, rubs their eyes again, Ben is gone* “Hmmm… must be hallucinating, I thought I’ve seen a flying rabbit!”

“BOSS! When we got you out, could we have a chat about my pension plan? I’m concerned for my future. You haven’t done my maintenance for two weeks! BOOOSSSS!!”

A tale from the grandiose adventures of B.E.N - Bionically.Engineered.Neomachine 👾

Nemo dragged Ace's hot bottom outta Impel Down! After all, Zekka taught her to always pay back a debt. In this instance, Ace got rewarded for the stories about Luffy he told, therefore reducing the boredom and sorrow Nemo was suffering in her own containment.

She was grateful. These tales and stories about his little kid brother, were like a balm on the wound of losing her own big brother prior. It kept her occupied, busy, gave her something to listen to and therefore, she concluded Ace as an ally to break out of Impel Down!

Afterall, she only got to level six because she was of a forbidden species, belonged to the lunarians that were hunted and had advanced knowledge of space. To the government, Nemo was an active threat to their dirty secrets and therefore, they wanted to make sure she'd rot in a cell. Unfortunately for the government, they massively underhestimated the wit of the Space Pirate, her ability to use her smarts as a weapon and her talent to bring chaos into orderly settings.

Nemo be like: U WANNA BE SHOT; BRAH!`? Get me outta here! 🤣🤣🤣

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

“Just ask,”

A/N: A little something I thought about after watching the season 6 finale of Family Matters (if you know this one, you’re officially ‘cool 😎’). Enjoy! @cassianappreciationweek

Summary: Cassian being a good dad to not just his daughters but also his young soldiers.

Cassian: (sleeping with his wife)

Nesta: (dreaming about stabbing)

Both: (hears a hard bump)😳

Nesta: What the hell was that?

Cassian: Idk. Let’s find out

Both: (gets out of bed)

Nesta: (carrying a dagger)

Cassian: (carrying a bat)

Nesta: (whispers) Why do you have a bat?

Cassian: Why else? To kill them

Nesta: With a bat?! It’ll be too messy.

Cassian: Well I didn’t wanna kill them too quickly

Nesta: You look like you’re going to play baseball at 4 in the morning 😒

Cassian: Shh, someone’s in the kitchen.

Both: (slowly creeps into the kitchen and turns on the light)

???: (eating pickles)……oh hey General 😁

Nesta: General?

Cassian: wait a sec…Zach?!

Zach: (a young Illryian boy) Hey there. Sry, I meant to call but my phone bill went out

Nesta: Um honey, who the hell is this?

Zach: Oh you must be the witch that everyone’s been talking about. Name’s Zach.

Nesta: I wasn’t asking you

Zach: Someone’s grumpy 🙄

Cassian: You just broke into our house. What’s you expect? We give you some food and half our salary and let you run off?

Zach: 🤯 You’ll give me half your salary

Cassian: 😡

Nesta: Why are you in our house

Zach: Oh nothing much. Me and the guys are here to get breakfast

Cassian: Zach, this isn’t even-wait, the guys?

Zach: Yeah. Alex, Kenny, Mike, and Sal.

Nesta: There’s MORE of you

Zach: Sure there is. There’s this thing called multiplying where I come from. You see when a man and a woman love each other very much-

Nesta: I’m gonna rip out your tongue if you don’t shut up

Cassian: Where are they

All: (hears a toilet flush)

Alex: (faerie walks out of bathroom) Sorry. That casserole did not sit well with me. Btw you’re out of TP

Nesta: I’m guessing you’re Alex

Alex: Why yes I am madam 😏

Nesta: 🙄

???: Hey can someone keep it down? We’re trying to sleep

Zach: Sry brah

Cassian: (stomps over to the couch and pulls the cover)

???: BRIGHT LIGHT! BRIGHT LIGHT!

Cassian: Sal! Kenny!

Sal/Kenny: (Kenny’s and Illryian and so is Sal) (sees Cassian) 😳

Kenny: …hiya General

Sal: Lovely night.

Cassian: were you two…just-

Kenny: Oh no of course not.

Sal: Yeah we finished hours ago.

Cassian: (lost for words)

Nesta: Honey, who is it

Cassian: Two people who are about to be sent to the mountains if they don’t get the hell off my damn couch!

Sal: okay okay geez

Kenny: Who died and made him cranky

Cassian: (opens mouth to respond but suddenly remembers) Where’s Mike?

Sal: Huh?

Cassian: Where’s Mike!

Kenny: Oh Michael. Haven’t seen him yet

All: (hears the back down open reveal Mike, a high faerie)

Mike: Hey Zach, did you find any of those Lucky Charms I like

Zach: Nah sry brah. He’s out

Mike: General! How the hell are you out of Lucky Charms?!

Cassian: Mike I swear to the cauldron, I’ll-

Mike: The cauldron will bury you when they find out you don’t have any LUCKY CHARMS!

Zach: Calm down brah. It’s gonna be fine

Mike: Does he at least have some Cocoa Puffs

Zach: Yeah next to the Cheez-Its

Mike: Awesome! (Goes into the pan tree to get cereal)

Nesta: So, how did you get in here? Our house is blocked with magic wards

Zach: The spiral stairs. Took forever

Nesta: Then how did…(gestures to Mike)

Mike: Mike

Nesta: Mike get in here?

Zach: Oh I create a temporary window after I found my way here so the guys could get in. It should be closed now

Mike: SCORE! (Finds the cereal and eats it from the box)

Cassian: Alright that’s it! Out! Everyone out now!

Alex: But I didn’t find my Cheez-Its

Cassian: I said OUT!!!

Sal: killjoy

Kenny: And I wanted to try that French cheese too

Alex: Hey General?

Cassian: What

Alex: Isn’t a little late for you to be playing baseball?

Cassian: 😳……😡🔥

Alex: (wisely keeps his mouth shut)

Mike: (eats all the puffs) Oh a toy!

Zach: Whatcha get?

Mike: That orange bird guy on the commercial.

Zach: Sick man

Both: (high five!)

Cassian: BOYS!!!!

Mike: Cya tmr morning Zach (rushes out of the house)

Zach: Cya (goes to the front door to walk out when Cassian grabs him)

Cassian: Not. You

Zach: 😳

Alex: Uh oh~

Kenny: Someone’s in trouble

Cassian: And the rest of you will be in trouble if you don’t GET YOUR ASSES OUTTA MY HOUSE!

Kenny: (quickly carries Sal) Let’s run away together my dear

Sal: LET’S!

Both: (runs away into the night)

Alex: (walks to the door)

Zach: Wait, don’t leave me!

WAlex: Sry brah. Nothing personal. (Leaves)

Zach: 😑

Cassian: 😡

Zach: 😅 Um…nice…house?

Cassian: (let’s him go) Sit.

Zach: (quickly sits on the couch) 😥

Cassian: You’ve got five seconds to explain why you were in my house

Zach: Uh you know…uh…for a prank! Yeah, it was a prank

Cassian: I don’t believe you

Zach: Why not

Cassian: Cause you’ll never admit to a prank. At. All.

Zach: well it was

Cassian: Fine. A month in the freezing mountain would be good for your wings

Zach: No! Wait!

Cassian: 🤨

Zach: …………

Cassian: Zach

Zach: Well…the thing is……um…

Both: (hears a growl)

Zach: (shyly looks away holding his stomach)

Cassian: ……when’s the last time you ate

Zach: Uh…the pickles! A moment ago

Cassian: Before that

Zach: ……(looks away)

Cassian: Zach…do you not have anything to eat at home

Zach: Course I do. I have……water

Cassian: What about food?

Zach: Phew. Food’s overrated

Cassian: 😠

Zach: 😔 okay fine…I haven’t eaten in 3 days

Cassian: What?!

Zach: My parents got divorced. My dad left. My mom and I are offically poor and have no food left

Cassian: So for the past 3 days you haven’t eaten anything

Zach: ……

Cassian: (sighs) Wait here (goes into the kitchen)

Zach: 😕

30 minutes later

Cassian: (comes back with a plate full of food)

Zach: 🤤

Cassian: Here. It’s for you

Zach: (eats it really fast) (burps) Th-Thanks. You didn’t have to-

Cassian: Do you have a place to stay?

Zach: Yeah my mom’s. But…we…

Cassian: I know.

Zach: 😔

Cassian: Alright. Tell you what. My brother, the High Lord-

Zach: Wait?! The High Lord is your brother?!

Cassian: Yes and if you don’t want me to tell him about you and your friends, stay quiet and pay attention.

Zach: 🤐

Cassian: My brother’s looking for an assistant sense me and Azriel, my other brother are preoccupied with the soldiers and the Valkyries. I’ll tell him about you. And I’ll see if I can get you a well paid job.

Zach: 😳 R-R-Really

Cassian: If you do the work right, and still show up for training, I’ll see what I can do.

Zach: That’s…amazing! Idk what to say.

Cassian: But, on one condition.

Zach: Anything

Cassian: No more sneaking around to get food. Especially not at my house. And that goes for the rest of your pals. Got it?

Zach: Totally

Cassian: Next time you need food, just ask.

Zach: Sure thing. Hey uh, Gene-

Cassian: Cass is fine

Zach: Cass…can I have…seconds

Cassian: 😁 You can have as much as you want

Zach: (zooms into the kitchen)

Nesta: (comes in) I heard bits and pieces. What’s going on?

Cassian: Tell yeah in a bit. Right now, for the time being, we have another mouth to feed.

[fapper]

Girl you have to pray a lot and work really hard next semester to bring your gpa up cause your professor will def zero your exams. But if a lot of people cheat, not only you and your friend, then he probably wont give a harsher punishment cause its a lot of people yk. I mean i hope so💀 Lie and pretend you never heard of those people in your life. And maybe tell that guy to not be too nervous when talking to the professor cause he may end up snitching to save himself

omfg im so anxious and nervous and im genuinely nauseous over this situation. now im helping my friend who gave the answers to us bc shes genuinely tense and extremely worried bc she doesnt wanna lose this relationship with him. omfg. i feel bad for the guy 💀 but literally i changed everything he had, itsjust that. some sentences are a little similar. but im gonna say its coincidence and that we had the same thought process or smt 💀 yeah bruh ngl we all might just get a zero on this brah. its fucked up damn we're all going down omfggg.

i think the prof will give us a zero and let us take the retake exams. (everyone can take the retakes) and we just gotta try rlly hard not to mess that one up, ABSOLUTE WORSE CASE SCENARIO is she gives ME a zero and doesnt let me take the retake, which is just gonna be inhumane punishment tbh.

and even worse is i get expelled but i highly doubt that.

[freaky-nirvana-fan]

😍😍😍

weezer (the sweater song - undone)

"Hey brah, how we doin' man?"

"Alright"

"It's been a while man, life's so rad

This band's my favorite, man, don't ya love 'em?"

"Yeah"

"Aw man, you want a beer?"

"Alright"

"Aw man, hell, brah, this is the best, man

I'm so glad we're all back together and stuff

This is great, man"

"Yeah"

"Hey, do you know about the party after the show?"

"Yeah"

"Ah man, it's gonna be the best, I'm so stoked

Take it easy, brah"

I'm me

Me be

God damn

I am

I can

Sing and

Hear me

Know me

IF YOU WANT TO DESTROY MY SWEATER

Hold this thread as I walk away

"Hey, what's up?"

"Not much"

"Um, did you hear about the party?"

"Yeah"

"I think I'm gonna go, but, um

My friends don't really wanna go

Could I get a ride?"

Oh no

It go

It gone

Bye bye bye

Do i

I think

I sink

AND I DIE

IF YOU WANT TO DESTROY MY SWEATER WOAH WOAH WOAH

HOLD THIS THREAD AS I WALK AWAY

AS I WALK AWAY

WHAT ME UNRAVEL I'LL SOON BE NAKED

LYIN ON THE FLOOR LYIN ON THE FLOOR IVE COME UNDONE

(🎶🎶🎶music🎶🎶🎶)

IF YOU WANT TO DESTROY MY SWEATER WOAH WOAH WOAH

HOLD THIS THREAD AS I WALK AWAY

AS I WALK AWAY

WATCH ME UNRAVEL I'LL SOON BE NAKED

LYIN ON THE FLOOR LYIN ON THE FLOOR IVE COME UNDONEE

I don't want to destroy your tank top (IF YOU WANT TO DESTROY MY SWEATER)

Let be friends and just walk away (HOLD THIS THREAD AS I WALK AWAYY)

It's good to see you (WATCH ME UNRAVEL)

Lyin there in your superman skivvies (I'LL SOON BE NAKED)

LYIN ON THE FLOOR (LYIN ON THE FLOOR) I'VE COME UNDONEEE

What song next

[moonspower]

♬♬♬

✨ @sangwoochos. meme. still accepting!

🌙 jpegmafia x danny brown / ❝hoe, heaven on earth.❞

i was taught, bring it back, let it off my dawg caught a charge with the fentanyl now we pray up to above hopin' in court that the judge show him love only in church when somebody passed no hope for the future, we stuck in the past now we ante up on the bag, we makin' a killin' how long will that last? fell on my knees when i caught a felony tell me who there for me think i need therapy, sent god a text but his message turn green.

✨ viper tha rapper / ❝because of my hops.❞

ballers know the deal when they see me in the place follow up, two-hand dunk, nuts in ya face see, you was under the goal where the big boys play, so now you know i'm 6'2" with crazy hops from that two-hand in my video, i'm still gettin' props light feet, i wear a size ten that's why i'm gettin' up time and time again boys look like they wanna squab when they see me snowbird 'cause they know they gonna get a two-hand-reverse or i might just do a self alley and hang on the rim 'til your posse wanna blast me.

🌙 yung lean / ❝ginseng strip 2002.❞

bitches come and go, brah but you know i stay bitches come and go, brah but you know i stay got my balls licked by a zooey deschanel look-alike cocaine addict razor blade to your head.

what can i say about this selection except these have been the first 3 songs in my high playlist for the past few months... experimental rap and cloud rap. yunngggggg leannnnn in the clubbbbb... for some morphine, morphine.

[citizen-saint]

What's with these homies, dissing my girl? Why do they gotta front? What did we ever do to these guys That made them so violent?

Woo-hoo But you know I'm yours Woo-hoo And I know you're mine Woo-hoo (And that's for all time)

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care about that

Don't you ever fear, I'm always near I know that you need help Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit You need a guardian

Woo-hoo And you know I'm yours Woo-hoo And I know you're mine Woo-hoo (And that's for all time)

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care about that I don't care about that

Bang, bang, a knock on the door Another big bang and you're down on the floor Oh no! What do we do? Don't look now, but I lost my shoe I can't run, and I can't kick What's the matter babe, are you feeling sick? What's the matter, what's the matter, what's the matter you? What's the matter babe, are you feeling blue?

Ooh-wee-hoo, I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care about that

I don't care about that I don't care about that I don't care about that

Hey brah, how are you doing man? Alright It's been a while man, life's so rad This band's my favorite man, don't ya love them? Yeah

Aw man, you want a beer? All right Aww man, hell brah, this is the best, man I'm so glad we're all back together and stuff This is great, man

Yeah Hey, did you know about the party after the show? Yeah Aww man, it's gonna be the best I'm so stoked, take it easy brah

I'm me Me be Goddamn I am I can Sing and Hear me Know me

If you want to destroy my sweater Hold this thread as I walk away

Hey, what's up? Not much Um, did you hear about the party? Yeah I think I'm gonna go, but umm My friends don't really wanna go, could I get a ride?

Oh no It go It gone Bye bye Who I I think I sink And I die

If you want to destroy my sweater (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Hold this thread as I walk away (as I walk away) Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked Lying on the floor Lying on the floor I've come undone

If you want to destroy my sweater (whoa, whoa, whoa) Hold this thread as I walk away (as I walk away) Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked Lying on the floor Lying on the floor I've come undone

I don't want to destroy your (if you want to destroy my sweater) Let's be friends and just walk away (hold this thread as I walk away) It's good to see you lying there (watch me unravel) In your Superman skivvies (I'll soon be naked) Lying on the floor Lying on the floor I've come undone

[x3rrorx]

Ok so since we tried to switch up the topics at least 3 different times here and it didn’t fucking work because it doesn’t work at this point, let’s be fucking real for a second:

1) NO ONE ABSOLUTELY NO ONE is jealous of anyone, these girls keep claiming that we don’t know them well guess what you dumb fucks y’all don’t know half of the people who you idiots talk about either, y’all don’t know who we might know or talk to, who we’re friends with so stop with the fucking ‘jealousy’ excuse no one is jealous. We are definitely not jealous about the way y’all look either because all of you are so basic looking that it fucking hurts my brain that y’all think people wanna look like y’all or want anything that any of you have/had

2) No one gives a shit that you go to multiple shows because lets admit it we all have at some point, what we give a shit about it’s how you keep playing victim when the evidence of you being a shitty person it’s all over the fucking internet, how you become friends with shitty people and then act like you don’t know what people are talking about

3)we don’t want to be fucking groupies, we are not ARE NOT FUCKING EASY, WE DONT WANNA SUCK DICK FOR FREE FOOD OR CONCERTS, shit is not a flex it’s gross this is why he probably hates you because you’re so fucking easy and I can see it now, ‘oh the free food and gigs’ admit that you’re mad at him because you fucked him and he didn’t give in like you’re fucking used to, he didn’t wanna worship the ground you walked on like some of those other ‘guys’ did.

Since I know someone is gonna tell her: he is gonna find someone and he’s gonna give that girl the world, he’s gonna love her and call her the love of his life and hopefully marry her, and you’re not gonna be nothing but a distant memory to him that he’ll tell her about so they can both laugh, he’s gonna write her songs and pay for all the food she fucking wants, he’s gonna buy her anything she wants and she’s won’t even have to ask. Oh also since we ‘won’t ever have have what she did’ some of us had dated/fucked musicians we just move on and don’t expose them or their business around like attention seekers.

Y’all ain’t holding back on this one 😂

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It’s so funny cause I’m friends with a girl that’s got musicians in her inboxes all the time and have been with at least 1 that I’m aware of and she has never once acted like this AND she’s younger than me. Like brah… she doesn’t brag about it publicly. Shit didn’t work out with those dudes and she is grown enough to move on and live her life.

Truly y’all look damn embarrassing 😬