#eeewwww

[leaskisses444]

turning on my 5:50 am alarm with tears in my eyes :')

#6 am classes :/ #eeewwww #school

[sams-selfship-madness]

The OG request was given to @cypheroo by their star anon; I’m just stealing the prompt and mixing it with the prompt I got from @. musezip

The fic is under the cut.

The sun is blinding. My eyes, if they could, would be writhing to escape my skull; but all the muscles behind them are holding them firmly in place as I hear the jarring beep of Laurance’s alarm. How he sleeps through it, I will never know. I slowly sit up, even as my body complains silently. Today is the day, it’s just a few hours then I can go. I just need to make it through an afternoon with those who are family, if only by blood. Just a few hours then I can return to-

“Hun? Where are you going? It’s only… seven. Why are you up..? Did my alarm wake you?” Blue eyes met mine as he gently held me in place by my forearm. I sigh, falling back onto the bed, causing both of us to smile softly “today is that.. gathering.. remember?” I said, feint annoyance seeping through my tone as he groans into his pillow. “You don’t need to-“ he began as I shot him a glare “yes, I do, Laurance. Even if it is to avoid a struggle later.” He sighs as he sits up “if you say so..” he mutters, as I sit up as well; before planting a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Do you want to shower first or do you want me to, so the sleeping beauty can get extra sleep” I tease, laughing softly as he rolls his eyes. “You go first, I’ll start breakfast.” He says as he stands, stretching until his back pops; I nod, collecting my change of clothes from the shared dresser before going to do my morning ritual: shower, brush teeth, brush hair, get dressed, eat breakfast. Once the dishwasher was loaded with our dishes from the small fruity meal and any spare dishes scattered about; we were in the car, on our way to my ‘family’s gathering.

I never thought I would be standing outside these glass doors, the black paint chipping from decades of coming and going. “Are you sure you want to be here dove? It isn’t too late to go home” Laurance asked, interrupting my thoughts. All I could do was nod, before knocking on the door and watching the ghost of my father rushing to the door, before the door swung open and I was collected into a bone crushing hug; it no longer offering the same safety nor warmth it did when I was little. “Ah! [name]! We didn’t think you would make it!” My father’s voice boomed as my aunt and uncle peered our way, faces morphing into something that resembled smiles of greeting. “Oh, my little pumpkin finally found someone to put up with their.. eccentricities!” My father said, smiling at Laurance as if he just said the funniest thing in the world. “Oh! Where are my manners, please come in!” My father said, letting Laurance in then myself. We kicked our shoes off just inside the door and went to greet the rest of my relatives. “Oh! [name]! You finally got here, thank god. I was thinking you wouldn’t show.” My mother said, perched on the light blue loveseat in the living room, only showing the most basic of courtesies before continuing her chat with my [sibling]. Laurance gently gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as we moved to sit at the dining room table, even if it made us seem as if we were only here for the mediocre food. A few dirty looks being shot at us but nothing too out of the ordinary. Laurance kept shooting me worried glances as each time I tried to strike up a conversation, it would only last a few words before everyone else got bored, but heaven forbid Laurance closes his mouth for more then a minute. My father clears his throat, calling everyone’s attention to him so he could inform everyone that lunch was ready and for people to go wash their hands. As people trickled out of the room to the singular washroom, I tried to follow, only to find Laurance’s hand in mine. “My love, are you sure you’re okay being here? You showed up, we can go now if you need” he suggested, his eyes holding blue pools of pity and worry I could easily drown in if I was not careful. So all I did was nod, “yeah, let’s just see it ou-“

“[NAME]. HANDS.” my mother bellows as I flinch from the sound, having forgotten what it was like to be yelled at like I was a misbehaving dog. I nod, leaving Laurance to wash my hands, him following close behind. As I approached the table, I noticed there was only one seat left. “Oh, uhm Laurance you can take it, it’s o-“ I’m cut off by my father. “Oh, so you only show up for the food and hide away when we want to talk to you?! God you never change.” My shoulders drop as I struggle against tears; Laurance puts his hand down a tad harder then he meant to onto the counter, resulting in a bang. “Not once, have any of you actually tried to talk to her, you excluded her from the seating orientation for fucks sake and now YOU are mad she has nowhere to sit, and lets the ‘guest’ sit with the people of this house?! Your joking. Right?” Laurance snaps, before he quickly composes himself with a glare to them before turning to me and saying, just above a whisper “come on hun, let’s go home”.

My first ever fic is done! I’m not the most proud of it but, it’s something and I made it, so I’m proud lol

#laurance zvahl #mystreet laurance #Laurance zvahl X reader #took out musezip's @ so that nobody from their system sees it #skskxkwk #as much as im friends with like- 3 of them (i think) #dont want them seeing this crap #eeewwww #EEWW SELF INDULGENCE #CRINGE #idfk why i even wrote this #some1 kill me pls/j

[yunaisky]

💀

Seriously why🤨

#eeewwww

[thunderheadfred]

I'm testing negative again, which is good, since partner can move back in upstairs where he belongs. However, I am now in the final disease stage: mucal incursion. This is when the snot starts coming out in smotheringly thick sheets, spontaneously forming new (closed!) valves in all your breathing holes, so one minute you'll be talking and the next you'll be spluttering for air and hacking up Slimer from Ghostbusters

#eeewwww

[orbsman18472]

ALRIGHT I HAD ENOUGH WITH THESE BOTS☠️☠️☠️

#eeewwww #EEEEEW HECK NAW JEANNETTA #these bots are annoying #these bots are out of control #THESE BOTS NEED TO BE STOOPED

[transgender-catboy]

My recommendeds is fucked.

#also both of the more “accurate” faces look so bad.... hes so white 💀 #eeewwww #this is from earlier. its almost 9:30 rn

[yo-ye]

I have a feeling I might get salmonella if I don’t stop eating my ramen with soft boiled eggs so often

#ramen eggs #salmonella #eeewwww #but soft boiled eggs are just good #i’m an idiot #and a foodie

[gotnoshame]

why is it just so embarrassing to “connect” with people on LinkedIn ????

#eeeeee I hate it #like #eeewww #EEEWWWW

[deanwinchestersgirl87]

#trump2024 #america #who #world health organisation (who) #eeewwww #omg #wtf

[kryptonitejelly]

Everyone say thank you Joe Jonas 😂

But my god does this give me absolute fly!boy Jake feels!

thank you joe jonas for giving us something which is NOT orange. i just had to finish this today because we are all in need of something cute and fluffy 😵‍💫 (well i am..)

context: Flyboy (but readable without)

“Uncle Jake is hurting my sheep,” you hear a little wail from the small being that comes hurtling herself straight into your legs the moment you open the door to the pitter patter of tiny knocks.

“We can’t have that now can we?” You gasp, bend, swinging the little girl up with a practiced ease that had come from being around Jake’s nephew and nieces, something that had been a common occurrence through the years you had known him, but which had become even more prevalent since you had gotten engaged, and subsequently married, “where is Uncle Jake?”

She snuggles up to you, throwing an around behind your neck as she points her other hand down the hallway towards one of the rooms which served as a makeshift playroom each time Grandma Doris had any of her great grandchildren over.

“There?“ You ask.

“There,” she nods firmly, and you begin treading towards the end of the hall.

You reach the open door, exchanging a silent look with the little girl in your arms before you enter, stifling a chuckle at the look of determination knitted in her brows.

“He’s sitting on my sheep,” she cries out as you both step into the room to find Jake straddling the inanimate sheep in question, a sort of children’s stool, really, while taking a swig out of the bottle of water in his hands, “make him get stop” she pleads with you, eyes wide.

You catch Jake’s eye and catch the glimmer of amusement dancing in the sea of green.

You put your lips beside his niece’s ear, whispering in a hushed tone. It makes Jake raise a brow, slightly suspicious, as she nods seriously. You set her on the ground and she walks over to Jake, crossing her arms stubbornly across her chest as she tilts her head defiantly upwards at Jake.

“Uncle Jake, if you don’t get off my sheep, you are sleeping in your own room tonight.”

“You would not,” he looks at you immediately while lowering and capping the bottle of water.

“You heard the kid,” you say with a light shrug.

“Yeah, you heard me Uncle Jake,” his niece sticks her chin out, knowing she has the upper hand.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” he says, almost sulkily, to which you roll your eyes. You don’t however, get to respond as the little girl in front of you responds on your behalf.

“No, my side Uncle Jake,” she sticks out her tongue, before adding for good measure, “I’m the favourite.”

It does the trick, Jake swings a leg easily over, coming to a stand. He picks his niece up in a single swoop, placing her back onto the sheep, before reaching out towards you and tugging you close to him. Jake’s hands squeeze your hips as the front of your body presses against his. You rest your palms flat on his chest as you pull your head back slightly to look at him.

“I’m your favourite,” he insists, looking back at you.

“Are you?” You pretend to think about it, while peeking over his shoulder toward his niece who is now happily sitting atop her reclaimed sheep, stroking the fabric on its body, oblivious to you both.

“I am,” he reiterates, to which you chuckle, while sliding a hand along the lapels of his jacket.

“We’ll see about that,” you say and Jake squeezes your hips again in protest.

“I’ll always be your favourite,” he says, leaning in close so that the tip of his nose nudges against yours.

“Are you really competing with a child?” You ask, sliding a hand up his shoulder and along the back of his neck to fiddle with the ends of his hair; he had taken some time off work, taking the chance to let his hair grow out for a change.

“Yes,” Jake says matter of factly and it makes you laugh.

“Will you compete with your own children in the future?”

“No competition,” Jake snorts, his hands moving upwards to come to press against the small of your back, “I’ll always be your favourite.”

“I’m not sure why I married you,” you hum, clearly joking, tilting your face slightly closer to Jake’s and it earns you a grin which you feel on your lips as he closes what little distance is left in a kiss.

“I wonder why,” he hums between a kiss, as a shout explodes from behind Jake.

“GRANDMA GRACE, UNCLE JAKE IS MAKING KISSY FACES IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN.”

The yell accompanies a shuffle of clothing and a thump as his niece clamours off the sheep, landing on the floor before bolting out of the room calling for Grace Seresin.

It makes you burst into a fit laugh, tearing your lips away from Jake, your head ducking, forehead resting on on his shoulder as your shoulders shake with humour. It makes Jake smile, widely, as he wraps arounds around your body, before planting a kiss on the top of your hair.

“Should have just kissed you from the start.”

#flyboy #flyboy drabble #flyboy universe #eeewWww UNCLE JAKE #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x y/n #hangman seresin #hangman seresin imagine #hangman seresin x reader #hangman seresin x you #hangman seresin x y/n #hangman #hangman imagine #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman x y/n #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #top gun maverick imagine #not cm #and yes HE IS A CHILD

[cerpiscool]

this ship honestly goes hard

#executivehyperbeamshipping #long ass ship name #art #pokemon #lance pokemon #archer pokemon #ship art #gay people eewww..... eeewwww........

[space-woomy]

The babygirl omc

#it feels really refreshing to do digital after more than a month of traditionl oh my gosh #i like this #this started out as a doodle but i went full on with jt #I NEED TO DO THIS ON MORE LATERS NEXT TIME I USED LIKE 3 OR 4 FOR THE COLORING FUCK #it made it a lot more annoying to draw but i loke the result #ill do 4 and 8 next #maybe #splatoon #splat2n #splatoon 3 #captain 3 #the babygiiiiiirlllll #art #my art #i hate eyes EEEWWWW #i gotta practice eyes more

[gayofthefae]

"I loved you. I loved all of you." - Brenner, trying to get El to stay

"I love you. Do you hear me? I love you." - Mike, trying to get El to come back.

They're very different people and very different contexts but ulterior motive is ulterior motive that undercuts the words.

#textual analysis #mike brenner parallels #i hate that they made any but #it's as a trigger not as a person i remind myself #as someone holding her back from independence. they aren't equating them #but they did and that's so insane #like on one hand good you see it but on the other #EEEWWWW EW EW EW EW EWWWW #stranger things #byler #anti milkvan #ily speech #motives

[athenamineblox]

Inspired by that one conversation 👀 + that hand could be anyone

(Lovebug) Thierry by @vellichorom

#tsp #the stanley parable #tspud #thierry #tsp paraverse #snot boy eeewwww #lick that saliva back up rn #/silly #Tsp Art

[ctrl-lupin]

At least the art style is nice

#this was all this scene had got going for itself #because other than that: EEEWWWW. #NO. #i refuse to acknowledge this scene's existence. it does not exist it is not part of the series #fujiko mine #lupin iii #twcfm #The Woman Called Fujiko Mine #takeshi koike

[partygirlvettel]

since gambling is apparently ok with f1 can we please bring back the far superior addictive substance sponsor aka the cigarette business. bring back marlboro. bring back lucky strike. bring back camel!!

#stake f1 team #aka EEEWWWW GROSS f1 team #she's SAUBER. get out gambling #bring back the marlboro cowboy #that's sexy #formula 1 #f1