#redneck tunes

[clemsfilmdiary]

When I Yoo Hoo (1936, Friz Freleng)

Merrie Melody #62

2/9/23

#When I Yoo Hoo #Merrie Melodies #animation #cartoon #Friz Freleng #Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies #30s #rednecks #feud #cockfight #boxing

[sansebastinae]

it's genuinely interesting how FIA and FIFA are trying to one up each other lmao. like i should be sad and angry but i'm constantly this image when they pull more unbelievable shit

there will probably be only two outcomes, they fine like hell or everyone just continues to raise awareness because a few thousand ain't gonna stop any fella from doing what they want

#too deaded to care at this point tbh #idle thoughts #to play get a bottle of your favourite alcohol and take a shot for every funny thing they pull #how does it feel to live in a world where the stereotypical redneck sport nascar is more progressive than this one #the funny circle sport is more progressive than one that goes to other continents. get fucked man #should the drivers do something about it? yes. will they do anything about it? tune in and find out!

[destinyudogie]

taylor swift debut is an excellent album... how's she been doing hit after hit for so many years

#look at the end of the day ill be 87 you'll be 89 ill still look at you like the stars the shine in the sky ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #hold on !! baby !! youre losing it !! waters high !! youre jumping into it !! and letting go ... no one knows... that you cry but you don't #tell anyone that you might not be the golden one.... #you should've said no ! and you should've gone home ! you should've thought twice before you let it all go !!! #um what else #he said the way my blue eyes shined would put those georgia stars to shame that night !! i said thats a lie !! #i hate that stupid old pickup truck you never let me drive >:( youre a redneck heartbreak who's REALLY bad at lying #cory's eyes are like a jungle :( #and the rest of them thats all ive got right now #listening to marys song... tune massive tune #taylor swift

[wesninskijr]

Trade lots are so cultural to me

#that means im a redneck lmao #but theres nothing like it #thanks for tuning in

[butchysterics]

i’ve been watching car youtubers for the last few months and it’s giving me dangerous ideas

#i have a shitty jeep grand cherokee but now im like…kinda want to play around with a carbureted engine 😳 #SOMEDAY #cars are incredible it’s so cool see how similar all the dif systems are over years/models/etc #the knowledge of ppl who Know Cars is so compelling to me #like shoutout to rednecks engineers tuning engines by ear and vibes and Knowing ilysm

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#398

“Oh, stop fucking crying.  Nobody here gives a shit.  So you got beat up.  It was a fair fight, and you lost.  I haven’t seen a faggot lose a fist fight that bad in a long time.  That’s the second of two you lost.  You fucked up.  You are going to be sobbing when I want you to.  Now is not the time.  So stop that blubbering....

 “I don’t get you faggots.  You all answer and ad on one of those master/slave websites looking for fags willing to be gangbanged by a dozen or so sadistic redneck men like me.  The ad said you will be roughed up.  What did you expect?  You got roughed up.

“You thought that it was going to come from us.  Well, we ain’t done with you.  You are going to be the star tomorrow night.  Tonight is the plowing for the faggot who bested you in this last fight. 

“You are going to have a role in tonight’s festivities though.  I have to prepare you for it.  Come with me over here. 

“No. No. Stop your crying, you pussy.  I said come here.  If I would have known you were going to be a cry baby, I would have done this…

“…earlier.

“Well, a good ol’ fashioned punch to the gut took your breath away, didn’t it?  If you don’t want another, come with me into my shop. 

“…Being barefoot and naked back here can be dangerous.  So watch where you step.  Here, let’s go into my back room.  This is where I come when I want a private fuck.  I love fucking outdoors, and I love fucking in front of my buds, but sometimes I need to be here with all my toys.

“Yeah, I bet you have never seen so much equipment before.  A lot of it I made.  Some of my buds helped me out.  Don’t worry, we aren’t going to use everything.

“Hop up on this bench.  I know it’s narrow, but you are going to be secured on it.  Lean back and lift your legs up.  You’re not going to fall off; I got you.

“Here make yourself useful, put these wrist restraints on.  You need to be tied down when I fuck….

“These chains will keep your legs in position.  Yeah, it looks like a beast that they are attached to opposite walls….  Now for your arms….

“There, you are secure spread eagle.  Wiggle your arms and legs.  You can’t get out right?  Good.  Good.  You know what I love about this room and this contraption you are on is this.  This wall panel over here.  With a push of these two buttons, your arms are pulled back further above your head.  These buttons pull your legs wide, up and wide.  Tight hunh?...  There!  Any further and I would break you in two like a wishbone.  Try to move….  See!  You can’t move at all, not without dislocating something.

“Look at that!  Your cunt is out there for anyone to see.  The thing about that bench is that any fag I install on it, like I did you, has its cunt at my dick height.

“Oh yeah, I’m going to be fucking that cunt in a few minutes.  Although I would call it more like a rape.  Your tiny hard on might say you want it now, but you are going to have a different tune once I get started. 

“Here let me take my cock out and show you what I mean.  It’s not the longest dick that will be plowing your cunt this weekend, but it is one of the fattest.  Feel it’s weight on your cunt lips.  Heavy hunh?  Just think about how much you are going to be screaming out for hours as I pile drive into you without mercy.  It will make that fist fight you were in look like it was to good friends playing checkers.

“So let me tell you what’s happening and let’s see if I can kill your hard-on before I rape you. 

“You already know we like making faggots fight.  We like seeing how city fags like yourself deal with primal brutality.  The answer is not well.  You should see your black eye.  It’s gotten better since your first fight.  Don’t worry, there’s still time this weekend to get your other eye blacked out.

“Heh heh.  That got your dick to lose some of the hardon.  It also got me leaking.  Yeah, the guys like seeing all your bruises and cuts.  That’s why after I dump my load into your cunt, I will be removing all your hair.

“The depilatory cream I’ll put on your crotch area will burn like a motherfuck, so that’s why I’m fucking you now.  Yeah, all your hair, including your eyebrows will be gone by tonight’s festivities.

“You are going to be shown off to the guys tonight, right before we bang the fuck out of the fag that just beat the shit out of you this morning.  He really was motivated.  You didn’t even see that coming, did you?

“Me and Daryl wanted you to lose, so we told the other fag something about the remaining gang bangs.

“You look worried.  Fuck yeah. 

“As you probably figured out, we use a bracket system to pair you up.  The thing is that we don’t care who wins.  We are more interested in who is the ultimate loser.  The two winners from round one fought each other.  The winner got fucked by each of us.  He even got to cum at the end of the night.  He was dumped naked on the outskirts of Shreveport.  He’ll somehow figure out how to get back to Dallas.

“The runner up, got plowed by us, but we got to work him over as we fucked the hell out of him.  I even got my arm in his ass.  He was dumped naked in a nettle patch in the middle of woods outside of Knoxville.

“We design the weekend so that the guys can get more and more brutal on the fags as we work our way through the gang bangs.  We told that fag that beat you what the losing fag would have to endure, and he came out swinging.

“Was that fair to you?  We don’t care.  What he wasn’t told was what happens to the winner of you two.  Tonight, he’s going to be brought out to a wooden fuck bench.  He’ll only be secured to it with one thing, a nail through his cock head into the bench.  Most likely he will rip it out sometime tonight, but some fags we have done that to managed to keep their cocks intact.  We’ll see.

“He won’t be going back to Florida when he’s done, just like you aren’t ever returning to your life either.  Both of you have been sold.

“Ahh and here comes the tears.  You realized that you fucked up, didn’t you?  Hey you were begging us to abduct you and make you our sex slave.  You said you were a no limits slave.  Didn’t you?  What, you thought that meant something else?  Aww too bad for you.

“Your new owner saw all the correspondence, he’s seen your lack of fighting skills, and he’s ok with what we have in store for you. 

“Oh damn.  Your tears really have me leaking.  Here let me apply them to your cunt lips.  Normally, my leak is all the lube you will get.  But tears from fear adds saltiness. 

“Before we nail the other fag down, I’m going to bring you out to the other guys.  With your legs spread just like they are now, my bud David will come by and grab these balls.  He’s going to slice open your sack and relieve you of these useless things.  No more being a man for you.

“You new owner also wants us to sew up your foreskin, except for a tiny hole to piss out.

“There’s the full-out tears.  Fuck yeah….  “Right to the root it goes!  Barely dry fucks hurt, hunh?  You wanted to be roughed up and owned.  You got that.  Now enjoy the next few hours of fucking.  Or don’t.  I don’t care.”

[bartxnhood]

your day | d.d

(gif not mine)

daryl dixon x reader

summary: it's your birthday, the one day you've come to hate but someone makes it a little better. that someone being daryl.

warnings: none, just fluff!

requests open

not proofread

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you always loved celebrating your birthday, spending it with friends and family, and enjoying the sweetness of treats and gifts. but it started to change the older you got. you began losing more friends, your family didn’t see the need in celebrating anymore. and what friends you did have never tried to make the effort to see you. it hurt, a lot. but at the same time, when the world seemed to end, it was the last of your worries.

you had found the group during the atlanta camp, carol took you in on the highway.

at first, daryl intimidated you. he was this tough-looking redneck who had the arrogance of his brother, but throughout the months you saw his changing personality. though, he was still closed off, you knew you could go to him whenever you needed anything and he’d help you.

you were thankful for him. and so, sometimes you’d make him little trinkets or find him something on the very rare tunes you’d go on. while he would save you the last bite of his food sometimes, just to make sure you had enough.

you never talked about your birthday much, only once. and you brought it up to daryl. it was a little while after the two of you met. it was the first time you had opened up to anyone in the group, except carol and rick.

“d’ya ever do anything fun for your birthday?” you chimed, intertwining the rope between your fingers, creating a knot. “nah, never did celebrate” he stared off at the tree line. “oh” you hummed. finishing the tie and handing the rope to him. “i used to, but the older i got the more i hated it.” you added, following his gaze to the trees. “everyone just forgot about me”

“when is it?” he questioned, suddenly” “hm?” your head whipped to him, meeting his eyes which were already looking at you. “yer bir’day.” he blinked. “oh, y/b/d.”

you thought he had forgotten about that but he didn’t. even in the end times, he tried his best to keep up with the months and days so he doesn’t forget about your birthday. soon it just became a hobby, tallying in a small book he kept in his pocket. on runs, he would look for something he thought you’d like for your special day, from random items of clothing to even considering a stuffed brown bear. just something to show that he cared for you.

and he did, but it wasn’t exactly easy for him to show that when he, himself wasn’t shown care until you came along. even if he was still hardcore daryl every newcomer was scared of, he had a soft spot for you.

on the morning of your birthday you woke up to light finding its way into your cell, a soft groan escaped your lips and you pushed yourself up and off of the uncomfortable mattress. you wandering out into the hallways, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. murmuring a few ‘good mornings’ to some people in the group. soon finding carl who was tending to baby judith. “where’s everyone?” the younger bout turned around with the baby in his arms. “outside, working on the fences” he answered, followed with a sigh. “can you take her? dad wants me to help him in the stables” you nodded, scooping judith into your arms with a soft coo.

“of course, i’ll gladly take her.” he nodded, “thanks.” you gently began patting her back. “of course. i’ll catch up with you guys later.” you threw a rag over your shoulder for her possible spit up. “alright” he hummed and walked off. the sound of metal doors slamming echoes through the concrete walls.

a few hours had passed, you already fed judith twice and now she was down for her daily nap. you let her lay on your bed, while you sat on the floor occupied by a book you had already read once. occasionally looking up to make sure the infant doesn’t roll off the bed. as your eyes landed on the torn pages again, a familiar pair of footsteps found their way to you. a figure stood in the doorway of your cell, quickly pulling your attention from your book.

“daryl?” you closed the book and sat it on the floor. you pushed yourself off the concrete while dusting your pants. “yea” he huffed, looking to the baby then back to you. “i’m on babysittin duty” you laughed, looking back at him. he nodded, “jus wanted to stop by n’ give ya these” he revealed his hand with a stuffed brown bear and a few picked magnolias. “flowers prolly won’t last long” he shrugged.

you accepted both gifts, a grin growing on your lips. “what’er these for?” you asked. “it’s yer bir’day. ya deserve somethin” he shrugged, looking around the cell. you brought the flower to your nose, getting a good smell of it.

“thank you” you smiled, “i really, really appreciate it, daryl.” you watched as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “mhm” he shrugged. without thinking you wrapped your arms around him. “seriously, thank you for remembering.” you felt his free hand gently holding your lower back. “yer welcome” he accepted.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl x you #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd imagine #twd oneshot #twd drabbles #twd fanfic #twd daryl #daryl dixon fan fiction #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon drabbles

[jannaed]

Margaritaville: A story of self growth and redemption

They said I could post any dumb bullshit on Tumblr so here’s an over analysis of Jimmy Buffet

Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet is a redneck classic, a drinking song with a darker subject matter than the upbeat tune may imply.

He begins jovially, his troubles include a lost shaker of salt as he casually strums his six string on his front porch swing. To borrow from a feature on the Alan Jackson song 5:00 Somewhere, Jimmy Buffet cheerfully states the clocks are “always on 5 in Margaritaville”. Jimmy Buffet has even built off of this to build a real world chain of bars based on the name!

Back to the song itself, as we come into the first chorus, Jimmy’s character is comfortable, despite his melancholy, and he has enough self awareness not to blame anyone else for his problems.

“Some people claim there’s a woman to blame,

But I know.. it’s nobody’s fault”

Clearly there was a woman his past before he retired to his margarita assisted solitude. But he knows better than to blame her.

Despite this, he “[Doesn’t] know the reason, stayed here all season”.

In the second verse he learns that he has a tattoo “How it got here, haven’t a clue!” despite not knowing its origins, he’s comfortable and happy with the tattoo and it’s permanence “Nothing is sure but this brand new tattoo….but she’s a real beauty, a mexican cutie” it’s here we reach the second chorus and see the lengths of his uncertainty “Some people claim there’s a woman to blame, now I think… hell it could be my fault!”

The third verse sees him suffer a series of misfortunes (cutting his foot on an old school pop top, breaking his flip flop) but again he sees that “booze in the blender, soon it will render the frozen concoction that helps me hang on”

The intro to the chorus then takes a darker connotation as it’s clear that the booze is all that’s helping him get by. “Wasting away in margaritaville” takes on a new meaning. And it’s here in the final chorus that he bitterly asserts “But I know, it’s my own damn fault”

This time he KNOWS. And though the song ends on a sadder note, his self awareness has grown. and so too, has the chance to grow beyond “wasting away in Margaritaville”

#margaritaville #five o clock somewhere #jimmy buffet #country #dear god what am I doing with my life #why did I spend my lunch break on this #Spotify

[blackberrywars]

For the Flash Fic Fest, could I request a Witchers-are-supersoldiers Modern/Sci-fi Secret-Mission AU?

Prompt would be: “Geralt has seen many, many things in his very, very long lifetime. He has never, as his partner Jaskier points out, seen Agent Eskel dance a waltz.”

Please have as much freedom with it as you’d like

EDIT: Available on AO3 and now with beautiful, spectacular art by @whyzowl

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Geralt has seen many, many things in his very, very long lifetime. He has never, as his partner Jaskier points out, champagne glass tipped just so, seen Agent Eskel dance a waltz.

Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised. Geralt has seen Eskel dance in a dozen other ways: bouncing along to the hum of an army radio, two-stepping on the beat of a vinyl record, bopping his head to the tunes of a digital age. Even when they’re on duty, Eskel has never danced like this, at least not where Geralt could see it. Most of their relevant assignments involve dark clubs with overwhelmingly loud bass speakers, and the kind of dancing he does in those…… Geralt already knows damn well how Eskel can thrust his hips. So does most of the club, by the time he’s through. So he shouldn’t be surprised. He wouldn’t be, if only Eskel weren’t so obviously good at it.

Across the ballroom, the man dances like a high-society socialite instead of a once-redneck soldier. His long legs follow through every step, turn, and reversal. Every turn emphasizes the broad expanse of his shoulders as he spins his partner away and back again. Each flourish raises the back of his red waistcoat, exposing the thick, round curve of his ass. But even if he didn’t have all the features Geralt has spent so long admiring, Eskel’s grace nearly topples him from the little alcove he and Jaskier had escaped to, ostensibly, have sex and definitely not spy on their fellow agent. The big Wolf moves with a fluid elegance he’d never had when fully human, in complete control of every step. He supports every pace of waltz, turns his partners’ mistakes into embellishments, and manages to make even a simple box step look like ballet.

He switches partners every other minute, always with a new pair of arms draped around him. Every single one is dressed for the theme: something vaguely renaissance, with all the accompanying ostentation, but all Geralt can focus on is how they touch Eskel. A dark-skinned hand nestles against his gloved one, pale fingers rest on his muscled arms, a diamond bracelet shines against his billowy white sleeves. None of them are the target, but Geralt catalogues them anyway. There’s Marizia Izle Álvo, an heiress with three paramours and a fortune built on cryptocurrency. Julienne Moulak, a biomedical mogul whose empire of steel and blood extended back before even Geralt’s lifetime. Neseyo Zeftir, a stunning beauty who had won several global pageants with her generous curves and penchant for environmental philanthropy.

They all touch Eskel with casual, flirtatious hands. They look at him, and even the shyest ones still have a hunger that Geralt can nearly smell, practically peeling Eskel out of his tight leather pants. The band keeps playing —cellos and drums and flutes and trumpets— but Geralt can barely hear them, not when another social-climber stumbles into Eskel, tucking his fingers into that deep collar, running through the brush of coarse chest hair. Not when a handsome woman steals him away for another waltz without so much as a by-your-leave.

Geralt takes a deep breath.

And another.

And one more.

None of them seem to work, and he welcomes the press of Jaskier’s cool hand in the center of his back. It doesn’t make his already uncomfortable pants feel any less tight, but it does make him turn away from the spectacle for a moment to see Jaskier’s own expression. He looks like he wants to eat Eskel alive. Geralt must look the same. In the space of another breath, Jaskier downs the rest of his champagne, setting the glass down just a bit too deliberately.

“My darling man…” Jaskier turns to him, eyes enormous, “How would you feel about retrieving Don Juan down there and cutting this night short? Lambert already has the information we need.”

“Agent Jaskier, that would be highly unprofessional.”

“Who’s gonna notice? Come on. For our part, we kept the target distracted, and I want to go home. Not that my night hasn’t been lovely, but I think I drank too much champagne. And my feet might hurt. And I might spill wine on these beautiful silk tights.”

“Point taken.”

“No, really. All manner of ailments and accidents could occur where we all have to go home. Immediately.”

Geralt laughs under his breath and turns away to the exit, but Jaskier plasters himself to his back, whispering in his ear.

“Don’t trip.”

Don’t trip. Instinctively, Geralt wanted to bristle and protest: who was he, that socialite with his stupid ploy to fall into Eskel’s strong arms? But he could barely register his legs underneath him as they walked him back down the staircase and into the ballroom, could barely control the movements of his eyes as they searched the floor for a head of dark hair and broad shoulders. He scans the floor and comes up short. By the east wall, he sees Julienne throwing back a heaping glass of red wine. Closer to the entrance forum, he sees the handsome lady dancing just as gracefully as before, but not with Eskel. Looking back at the stairs, the countess is sneaking away with a gorgeous blonde at her heels. He climbs back onto the first step, hoping for a better view when a familiar hand taps his shoulder.

Geralt turns, and there is Eskel. Eskel with his hair slicked back to show his flushed face, his smile made coy by the gap where his fangs shine through. Eskel in expensive, tailored clothes, golden lapels framing a deep gash, showing the obscene planes of his collarbones and plush chest. Eskel in waltzing shoes. Eskel, who has his hand outstretched and his torso bowed like a gentleman. Eskel with his low, soft voice —Dance with me, Wolf.

Geralt trips.

But Eskel catches him, pulling him close for an especially slow number. And while Geralt doesn’t know a damn thing about waltzing, Eskel apparently does, and every step feels effortless with those gloved hands around his waist and wrist. Jaskier, and all the promises waiting at home, can wait. At least for one waltz.

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I really hope this meets your expectations @whyzowl it was super fun to work on, even if it took me a while. I know I didn’t focus too much on their supposed mission, but seeing your drawing Eskel’s outfit here, I couldn’t not make Geralt’s feelings about it a focal point.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #eskel #geralt #jaskier #gereskel #geraskier #jaskel #geraskiel #enjoy my friend this was a really fun prompt im sorry it took so long! #berry's fics

[talesfrommedinastation]

My Redneck Neighbor Doug has a rhyme about Batcher

To the tune of 'Camptown Races':

"Mutant Jimmers on the prowl

Doo dah, doo dah

Mutant Jimmers gonna maul

Maul troopers all day!"

#tbb #redneck doug #doug why #doug please #cajun doug #doug needs a life #my husband is getting weirded out by this #the bad batch #clone force 99 #mutant jimmers #batcher #the bad batch season 3

[megatronsimp]

Oh my fucking hell. I’m cackling and pissed at the same time. (More so pissed at missing two of my favorite songs)

last night we tuned into Green Day’s last song. Only now do I find out he did holiday and apparently a badass rendition of American idiot. “I’m not apart of a MAGA agenda.” Instead of, “I’m not apart of a redneck agenda.” And these dumbfuck lamers are having meltdowns over it.

Uuuuuhhhh do y’all not know that American idiot was absolutely and entirely anti-bush? So was Holiday I think. Of course he would be vehemently anti trump.

I want an updated version now.

#Green Day #politics #and if someone can dig up a full video of that version I would love you #I can’t find anything that’s not a triggered ass meltdown #I’m not sorry but I adore that #new years eve

[lottachaos]

MY BLORBOS (MY MAIN THING YEEHAW)

I have made picrews of my Blorbos I would post art but my sketchbook is in a different room and I am lazy

Veryn, the main one, who is also my persona:

Matthew who is Veryn’s boyfwend:

Hes really tan but I can’t always make him seem that way

anyways gonna rant now

veryn is a gremlin who is a lot like me in real life but more my my ideal version of myself. He is high energy and chaotic and loud but he can be serious when he needs to be. He has chronic RBF (Resting Bedroomeyes Face)

Matthew is chill and quiet and worries and lot and does this cute little worries gentle smile that veryn freaking falls for. He seems like he doesn’t do any chaos crap but then he goes and does some wild thing and you realize why veryn fell in love with him. He is covered in scars bc of various stuff he accidentally got involved with.

veryn lives half in the woods and half in an appartement. He has wings. Sometimes he has horns and these dark on his face and shoulders but that only appears when he’s in very stressful situations.

Matthew lives in an appartement with his sister who is named Katie and has a job or goes to college, I haven’t decided which yet

they are both in their young twenties, no more that 24.

Matthew somehow gets some sort of forestry Wiley thing like veryn has but idk how. All I know is that he gets this long whipping tail with a tuft at the end which is the thing in the back of one of the picrews of him.

Matthew is covered in scars bc veryn is in the middle of this big situation where he’s fighting against these magical eldritch entities and Matthew at one point finds him in the woods fighting them and tries to help and then gets beaten up and bitten by magical snakes and almost dies. That is where most of his scars come from (he has a scar that looks like a dinsosaur on his left side just beneath his rib cage. It’s called the dinoscar) but some various other events give him lil other scars

Veryn is much better at defending himself because he has been having to fight for much longer and so does t have as many obvious scars. He does have on long one on his neck because enemies tries to slice it at one point but he lived.

Matthew usually wears a black turtleneck and this tan cardigan looking jacket. Some of the picrews I used didn’t have that option so I had to make due.

Veryn usually wears a bright green shirt about the color of the “Draft saved!” Pop up that happens in tumblr when you take ages to write a post. Then he wears a brown jacket on top and black or brown pants and some brown boots. He basically dresses kinda like a redneck but when you see the clothes on him you cannot see anything but skinny gay forest being.

Oh yeah Veryn’s wings look like the brown variant of a tawny Eagle. Basically. Except a little more brown and a little less white and dots/stripes.

I stayed up till one am last night writing a (rather spicy) fic for them. I will share SOME of it here in a different post. I will also show some art of these two in a different post. Stay tuned, anyone who’s interested!! Eventually I will probably make some sort of book or smth about these two. Yes Ik I use tropes and it’s not super realistic in a lot of ways but I understand that and I don’t really care because I’m just making the story to be however its best to me and cringe culture is dead .

CRINGE IS TEMPORARY BLORBO IS FOREVER!!

Anyways, there you have it. I’ll post more later. I’m so excited I’ve finally put info about them all in one place bc I rlly needed to do that. k bye

#Verthew #Veryn #Matthew #my blorbos #Cedblorbos #Hehehe

[reality-detective]

There is a video interview with David Keith Quigley (JFK Jr.) tonight on YouTube 👇

Maybe if you tune in about 5 hours you will see for yourself who the man is. 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think for yourselves #think about it #think for yourself #do your homework #do your own research #do some research #ask yourself questions #question everything #jfk jr #david keith quigley #you decide

[writeshite]

Kindred Spirits

Main Masterlist

Summary:

There are very few aspects of life to enjoy during the apocalypse - food is 100% free now, and the housing market is practically non-existent - though you did kinda miss your T.V. Nothing much to do out here at the end of the world except for falling in love with an archer out of the blue.

Pairings:

Daryl Dixon x Male!Reader

Tags:

Strangers to Friends to Lovers | Canon Divergence | The Occasional Timeskip |

Status: Coming Soon

Author's Note:

Daryl Dixon is my favorite TWD character, I know I'm predictable, but I can't help it ok. So as is always with characters I love, I can barely ever find fics for him geared towards male!reader, and so I've taken on the task of writing for him, because that's what I do now. Technically this will be a mild series rewrite, not too much though cause I gotta save them thinking skills for class 🙃.

Updated Oct 3, 2022

Season 1

Chapter 1: The Rest Of Life Is Cancelled

You’ll make so many memories, they said. Yes, well, memories shouldn’t include the dead being, not dead, and great uncle Jordan crawling his ass out of his grave and coming for your ankles.

Chapter 2: I'd Introduce Myself, But You're Aiming a Crossbow At My Throat

Chapter 3: You're Odd, Even For a Redneck

Chapter 4: I Want To Close My Eyes and Pretend This Never Happened

Chapter 5: If You Drown Out The Existential Dread, You Could Count This As Our First Date

Extras:

Old Show Tune

Daryl stared at it, eyes squinted, “What the hell is that?” “It’s a phonograph, love; it makes music,” you set it down on the coffee table.

#daryl dixon x male reader #the walking dead imagine #male!reader #there's a cat here because cat's are cute

[bucknastysbabe]

Hahahahahaha I love when ppl speed up and pass me I’m literally going 80mph (128kmh) and boom GEORGIA STATE TROOPER GET BUSTED BITCH

Also I pass this car dealership and it has “truck mountain” and my dad said it was the redneck glue trap

Also also should I write Bucky needy clapping someone’s cheeks in to dust from behind

Okay thanks for tuning in still don’t know what a kilometer is

#cal rants

[pulchral]

portrayal notes for my interpretation of jason, of gta vi.

[premise!] i'm aware that the content out at the moment is scarce, if non-existent, but alas, here i am, fixated and already feeling the worms crawling in my brain. my portrayal will develop as more information comes out, so stay tuned for that.

first and foremost, affiliated and intrinsically linked with @/vicecitied's interpretation of lucia. if i mention lucia in a thread, it's tegan's portrayal i'm referring to.

jason is the huge, beefy redneck dealer most "normal" people steer clear of. small-time criminal that only manages to make it big once he meets lucia. this is very important!

he occasionally works at the vice city equivalent of a bass pro shop, but you'll find him 9/10 times selling small amounts of "recreational drugs" to whoever-- usually, the same small circle of people in the neighborhood.

he is very vulgar, very rowdy and very blunt-- and most importantly, reckless. to a fault. do not underestimate him.

fun tidbit: arthur morgan is his ancestor, and he does take after him in some ways. very minor ways.

#o. #jason. #his 3 seconds of screentime fed me. #and now i'm running with this. hello! #absolute guyfailure #love him though!