#fat fuck starshine
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My stupid cunty blue hair and pronouns horse who keeps side eyeing me into feeding him more apples
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(Auron and Faust meet up at a Cafe to discuss somethings and decided to bring their partners)
Faust sighing: turns out this prick has a partner. Crazy considering how emotionally constipated he is.
Star giggling: come on don't be mean. You were a bit emotional constipated.
*Auron and Rook come through the cafe doors*
Auron to Rook: Faust has his partner with him today so you can talk to them while me and him speak.
Rook rolling their eyes: I'll have to listen to both conversations so a argument dosen't start.
*they spot the couple at a table*
Rook squinting: no fuckin way...
Auron confused watching Rook stalk over to the two of them: Rook?
*Star scoffs as they see Rook*
Star getting up and crossing their arms looking down at Rook: well if it isn't this bitch. How's the biggest whore huh?
Auron glaring a bit: ...what did you just say?
Faust horrified: Starshine??
Rook matching Star's stance: HA! Your one to talk. Also did you gain some pounds? Might be from all that junk you eat on stream~
Auron looking at Faust: did you tell them to insult Rook?
Faust looking between Rook and star: no??
*Rook and Star have a stare off while both boys are ready to jump in if there's a fight. But are surprised to see them laughing then hug eachother*
Rook: good to see you fat ass!
Star: you too slut!
(Rook and Star are close cousins)
Auron clearing his throat: so...you both are related?
Rook patting his shoulder: don't worry love they don't mean the insults its our way of showing affection.
Faust sighing in relief: okay good bc it looked like yall were about to fight. LIKE bad...
Star giggling giving Faust a kiss: naw Moon if we wanted to fight they would have tackled me to the ground.
(Headcanon Faust's nickname for Star is Moon/Moon light bc without Stars the Moon would be alone in the night sky :D)
Rook looking at Star: funny how we both said we'd be siblings in laws huh?
Star laughing: oh fuck we did, didn't we?
(I thought to myself what if Rook and Star were related somehow I thought twins at first bc imagine going to meet your brothers partner and seeing a copy of your partner. But I decided cousins)
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Horny Hours you say??? Talk to me about Steve x Plus Size Reader when he hears someone comment about her weight/size. How does he comfort her (I’m talking sexually here cause 🥴) What does he do to the people being rude???
Feel free to ignore if this doesn’t spark joy.
i’ve never written a hc before but you know what, i’m just gonna slap one up cause no one is gonna read this haha ignore my mistakes i can’t type on mobile
warnings: 18+ smut (female nudity, oral fem receiving, possessive steve, dom/sub undertones), body insecurity, weight insecurity, just sinful tbh and written in like half an hour don’t @ me
word count: 1161
normally, you’re pretty confident in yourself. a couple of mean comments ain’t gonna stop you from living your best life
but it’s the comments about you not being good enough for steve, beautiful, wonderful, perfect steve, steve who you worry you can’t make happy forever, who you love to death, that gets you
you really think someone as big as you is what captain america wants?
the thought echoes in your head all day, the grinding gears of your anxiety, locked jaw and fake smiles, pushing your lunch hour later and later
steve notices when you get home. how could he not? his normally bright little starshine is all eager to tell him about her day, complain about woes, but ultimately fall into his lap and let him wrap his arms around her soft body and hold her close
it’s his favorite thing to do - hold you
but you pass him up with a quick “hey honey” and make for the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. you avoid the mirror because you aren’t ready to look yet. aren’t ready to face the music that what if they were right?
your body couldn’t possibly make steve happy
“sweetheart?” he knocks on the door. “you okay?”
“yeah,” you croak back, not realizing how close to tears you are just from hearing his voice. you love him
“i’m coming in,” he says, and before you can tell him no, steve’s shouldering the door open and tears are falling like hot star streaks down your cheeks and he’s wrapping you up in his big arms. you have no choice but to fall into him, let him surround you
“what’s wrong?” he asks. “tell me what’s wrong so i can fix it, sweetheart, please.”
“you can’t fix me,” you whisper, but that damned super soldier hearing catches everything
“fix you?” steve pulls away to wipe the glitter of tears from your lashes
“maybe we should break up,” you say. “we don’t belong together, y’know. people like you don’t belong with people like me.”
steve isn’t stupid. he knows what this is about. he knows that for all the confidence you have in yourself, there are bad days that punctuate the good days. this is a bad day, and he knows what it’s about from the simple way you curve in on yourself, hunch your shoulders, attempt to make yourself smaller than you are
but steve? steve doesn’t want anything but you
immediately, his mouth seals over yours, not letting up, not giving you a chance to breathe even as you choke on your tears. he presses you into the bathroom counter, caging you, daring you to run from him when all you are is him him him him
steve threatens to consume you with the heat, the passion, he pours into his kiss, his tongue marking the inside of you, his teeth scattering wounds on your lips only he can soothe
he pulls away only to kiss the tear tracks stained on your skin, kiss your eyelids, kiss your nose
steve cups your face in his hands, staring at you, his eyes dark and stormy and blown out with a familiar lust
“you belong to me,” he growls
his hands prove that as they cover every inch of your body. blunt nails raking down your arms, palms tickling the soft fat of your belly, fingers pressing purpling bruises into the wide curves of your hips as he yanks you toward him only to pick you up and seat you on the counter, a wide sweep of his arm sending bathroom products clattering to the floor
you squeak in surprise but it turns into gasps and moans as steve pulls your shirt over your head, rips your bra right down the middle, too impatient to wait, and his hot mouth descends upon your awaiting nipple
“god, steve,” you moan as his hands busy themselves with getting your pants off and your fingers intertwine in his locks, mussing his hair
“i’m gonna show you how well i love this body,” he says lowly. “how much i love your body. how your body belongs to me.”
it isn’t long until you’re completely naked while he’s still dressed, spread out wantonly on the counter, steve’s eyes roaming over every inch of you. it’s embarrassing, nerve-wracking, almost a little humiliating in the best of ways and you try to cover yourself, but steve’s fingers lock tightly around your wrists
“don’t,” he whispers, almost reverently, so different than the gravel in his voice from before. “i want to look at you - you’re so goddamn beautiful, sweetheart. and all fucking mine.”
he stares at you for what feels like hours, a flush crawling over your body, heat pooling in your core, honey seeping from between your legs where the only thing that hides your slick are your knees, held together
steve destroys that immediately, shouldering himself between your legs and seating your plush thighs on his shoulders and angling your hips toward him and then he’s diving into your cunt like you’re a feast spread out for him, a full course meal meant for kings, a meal that only he can consume
his tongue doesn’t just magic words, it magics pleasure
steve licks your slit and opens you up for him, his mouth finding your clit and sucking down your juice like it’s sweet wine and he’s drunk off your body
your head is thrown back against the bathroom wall as his nose bumps your nub while his tongue finds your searing hot insides, marking new roads and rivers in your cunt that no other man will ever find
“you’re mine,” he snarls into you, bringing you closer and closer. “this body is mine.”
you break upon his tongue, hands twisting in his hair, crying out some garbled prayer to the heavens and steve catches you, gentle licks upon your swollen lips, drinking your release as if it was the nectar of the gods, made just for him
“i love you,” he says, watching your starstruck eyes, smiling at you with your slick upon his mouth. “i love your body. you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart.”
his hands caress every stretchmark littering your skin as you come down from your high. steve leaves kisses in the shape of his love on the parts of your body you hate the most
“but we’re not done yet.”
steve gathers you in his arms, kicks the bathroom door open, and sets you on your hands and knees on the bed. he groans at the sight of you, fucked out and pliable, wanting still. his hands round over your perfect ass cheeks, smearing your come against your skin
“i’m gonna show you how much i love you,” he says. “i’m gonna make you love yourself.”
#steve rogers x plus size reader#steve rogers#plus sized reader#steve rogers smut#headcanon#steve rogers headcanon#smut#idk what the fuck this is i hope you enjoy#divine answers
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Starshine
You held your belly fat in your hands. You stared for several minutes. Few things irritated you about your body-- its a body, a tool, in your eyes-- but the physical demands for a hero irked you more often these days. You understood the need for a certain degree of strength, endurance, agility, reflexive speed, and high pain tolerance. You kept up with all that, even if your marshmallow figure didn't imply it to the common eye.
No. It wasn't fitness that bothered you.
It was the matter of image.
Mineta's oogling at your anatomy.
Image.
Mt. Lady and Midnight's skin-tight costumes.
Fucking image.
'Heroes aren't fat,' they would always say. They mocked you all throughout school. No matter the exercises, how long the workout, or how you improved your diet, the chubbiness never left.
"Ok. Well... I don't have to. I know I'm strong. I can prove it. That's what's important." You had pretty much tuned out their laughs, and by the time of the UA entrance exam, you heard no laughs. Only the crackle of your quirk.
But you weren't blind or deaf to reality and its sickening masquerade.
You didn't think you had to specify it, but you didn't want a damn swim suit for a hero costume. The day class 1A dressed for combat training, you were appalled. You stared in frustration at the skimpy leather leotard.
Depressingly enough, you weren't really surprised.
You ignored it as best you could, having added Middle-Earth map skirt, t-shirt, and your favorite jacket. Thankfully, the company had at least gotten the specs on your gloves right: exposed fingertips, wrist-locked palm compressor, tempered graphene body with tungsten, titanium, and osmium alloy microweave, all in a breathable mesh.
As the odd number classmate, you were paired with Yaoyorozu and Mineta. You sent him out for scouting, and Momo promptly barricaded the door. You snickered, remarking how All Might could doc them points for abandoning an "ally."
"As villains," Yaoyorozu explained, "we are not held up to the same standard of conduct. We ought to embody villains, so sacrificing a thug to gauge our enemy's proximity and power would be quite in-character."
Her faint smirk brought a sense of safety to the room. Odd, given the "bomb" present.
You paused as she manifested a titanium bo staff from her arm, the light from her quirk sending shards of white dancing over her skin. You took in the full view of her costume.
"Hey... Yao-Momo?"
"Hm?"
"... nevermind."
"What is it, Y/N?"
"Its nothing," you dismiss as you take a firm stance close to the door.
You felt her gaze fix on you. You gave a quick smile to appease the brilliant classmate, but she wore a sympathetic, faint smile with her on-fleek brows creased in concern.
You maintained your stance and focused on the door.
The door in question was smoking a bit.
"Mineta failed spectacularly." Yaoyorozu observed, retaking her own stance.
"We won't," you announced as you adjusted your gloves.
Your confidence shattered along with the door, as fizzling chunks of metal were torn apart by a burst of dazzling light.
For a moment, there was only the effervescence of acid, then...
"Honhonhon!"
The blonde bombshell and horned fashionista each yelled or laughed as they entered your lair.
Showtime, bitches.
A rush of warmth travelled down the length of your arm as your quirk powered up. Strings of orange energy dripped off your fingertips, coalescing into a single orb the size of an eyeball.
BOOM
Mina and Aoyama never stood a chance.
#bnha#bnha fanfiction#mha#mha oc#my hero fanfic#my hero academia#boku no hero fanfic#boku no hero academia#boku no hero oc
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Reviews 243: Neuzeitliche Bodenbeläge
Even though I loved Neuzeitleche Bodenbelage’s first 7” Ich Verliebe Mich Nie for its fucked up and night-soaked post-punk, new wave, and 80s krautrock, there was little to prepare me for the colorful and adventurous balearica of Leben. Released yet again on Theme for Great Cities, the 12” sees the duo of Niklas Wandt and Joshua Gottmans expanding outwards in every conceivable way, adding deep dub head trips, lovers rock romances, cosmic prog flourishes, fried blues psychedelics, kosmische zone outs, and synth-pop dreamscapes to their scuzzy jam repertoire. And in contrast to the linear minimalism of Ich Verliebe Mich Nie, the compositions of Leben are multifaceted and dense, with layered and sometimes claustrophobic sound worlds full of rainbow synth percolations, mind bending echo fx, tropical atmospherics, breezy guitars, basslines of greasy lizard funk majesty, and swinging rhythms locked into a dubwise skank. As well, Niklas Wandt continues to reveal himself as one of the most exciting vocalists around and delivers a truly magical performance comprised of ecstatic yelps, schoolboy coos, ritualistic mantras, cosmic chants, monotone soliloquies, golden-hued harmonies, and so much else besides.
Neuzeitliche Bodenbeläge - Leben (Themes for Great Cities, 2019)
“Am scheitelpunkt” sets the stage with pounding rubber band basslines surrounded by mystic whispers and a militant rain of hand drums and tom fills. Once the full beat comes in, we are in a world of propulsive shadow energy as snares smack, claps crack, and kicks pulse beneath double-time hi-hat flows. Wandt shouts ecstatically…as if locked into a shamanic trance, while alien liquids boil, sirens smear into blazing noise, and dub-echoes blast through the air. At some point, the narcotizing body motions subside, leaving us floating in a world of dark and ethereal psychedelia. Then as we smash back into the hypno-jam, ritualistic howls and heady whispers are supported by ghosty string orchestrations and metallic synth scats. In “Meine nöte,” angular psych-blues riffing and walking basslines anchor a dub rock skank, with Wandt’s multi-layered conversations swimming through jazz fusion synth madness while flamboyant tom fills pan around the spectrum. The chorus is strange yet radiant, led as it is by bouncing octave bass synth lines, tropical sea-spray electronics, breathy voice repetitions, and joyous yelping. And eventually, the track breaks down into a sun-soaked passage of balearic pop psychedelia, with sleepy eyed vocal refrains awash in hazy doo-wop and blue eyed soul brilliance enchanting the heart while flutey pads and scratching funk guitar lead a relaxed paradise sway.
At the center of Leben sits “Wovon ich so erschöpft bin,” which is a song in two movements. The first sees electro-toms percolating through interstellar caverns while winds of reverb blow over a spectrally morphing monologue. Wandt delivers rapid incantations...cold, apathetic, cosmic…as gaseous pads swell into the mix and the combination of kosmische beauty and vocal trance weirdness brings to mind the mystical vibrations of Walter Wegmüller’s Tarot and Sergius Golowin’s Lord Krishna von Goloka. In the tracks second half, pounding drum beats and digital reverb hiss support Timo Hein’s funk-fueled fretless bass sorcery, with lines that slip and slide all over the fretboard. Sci-fi percussive smashes hit at strange moments, caterwauling drum fills flow in reverse, solar organs and oceanic pianos flash into and out of existence, and Wandt’s sing-song spoken delivery is intercut by ecstatic yipping and howling while starshine ping tones and vibrating echo trails flow off into the distance. Elsewhere, we burst into moments of ethereal prog majesty where the soul is carried away to rainbow kingdoms by soaring string synth orchestrations, marital drum plods, and romantic bass guitar fantasias…all while Wandt implores you to “schlafen” (sleep) and “wachen” (wake).
Mutant progfunk basslines slither through puddles of grease in “Bettgeheimnis,” while tom-toms are shrouded in gated reverb. Hi-hats and rimshots skitter as Wandt’s monotone voice flows through a panorama of rainforest colorations wherein tropical synthesizers spiral around Italo-Arabian dub stabs and after a beatless passage of screaming alien laughter, stadium-sized tom fills usher in one of the most irresistible pop jams all year…a dubwise zone out swaying on sunbeams with reggae chord effervescence flowing forth from an array of polysynths. Skipping double-time hats and ring modulated snare-flams are carried by snapping basslines of distorto-funk magic while Wandt whispers dream logic lullabies up above. And in a moment of pure synth-pop perfection, chiming romance melodies rain down as the background is suffused with crazed echo fx, wonky synth solos, and amorphous voices calling out into the void. For closer “Du(b) und ich,” disjointed bass pulses generate an ambient riddim and cymbals rattle around the stereo field while slapback echo riffs surf through cosmic oscillation hazes….the vibe recalling The Orb’s “Towers of Dub” and 7FO’s “Ryu no Nukegara”. Wandt delivers an expressive and childlike vocal performance backed by shimmering shakers and wigged out Moog psychedelics from Sam Irl and as the song slowly grows in rhythmic energy, fat-bottomed bass synths and hissing hats sit beneath rolling electro-tom cascades until a harsh coda of upbeat island drum weirdness and resonant laser fire.
(images from my personal copy)
#neuzeitliche bodenbeläge#joshua gottmans#niklas wandt#dub#balearic#synth-pop#post-punk#new wave#krautrock#krautpop#tropical#lovers rock#kosmische#themes for great cities#timo hein#stabil elite#sam irl#leben#ich verliebe mich nie#album reviews#vinyl reviews#music reviews#vinyl#2019#sun lounge#octagon eyes
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roses
is it stupid
is it silly
or is it just
so sad—
to miss people
you never knew
you never met—
people whose number you never even had—
it doesn’t feel lucky needing
people like a child
like this poorly
hidden as it is inside—
watercolor memories watercolor
stains abide—
i miss rosie though—
rosie o—
every afternoon at 4
home from school
sore outside and in
those wrestlers slamming me
into lockers—
rosie’s on
nevermind—
an hour’s worth of peace
find me—
a snack
some laughs
some songs some singing
kindness—
everyone embraced
everyone—
in the audience
home alone
latchkey kid on a secondhand sofa
watching rosie unwatched—
learning to love
her mother’s lovely—
hello gorgeous!—
funny girl funny lady leonine
secondhand rose—
with every song
she sings
the closer i am to fine—
rosie held us
rosebud blossoms in her hands—
she said we were all okay
she didn’t have to say be kind—
kindness was never in question
on rosie’s watch
she lived it
she showed us how—
she didn’t have to say remember your spirit
because watching her was remembering
roses have to come up sometime
watching rosie was learning—
we’re not just bodies
if we’re fat we’re not just fat
we’re not wheeling our fat around behind us
in little red wagons
for the whole wide world to see—
to laugh and looky-loo
look-see
leer and lol for all the wrong reasons—
we’re worth more than that—
fat beautiful you and fat fat me
enjoyable she said—
cutie patootie—
broadway and kids and moms and elmo
and she was a mom
she felt like a mom
she felt like someone who loved me
no matter
what—
and she lost her mom
and she told the truth
she was sad
she missed her mom
it hurt
when her feelings hurt she told us
and she still somehow found a way to laugh—
and sing—
sing out rose!
i failed—
i fucked up
i couldn’t find the laughter if rosie wasn’t on
and
when it ended—
it was like time stopped around me—
but the world kept turning—
i lost something i was tethered to
that lifted me like a blue balloon
that buoyed me—
i missed her like i miss my mom
i wondered if she’d ever come back home
she made home feel like home to me
every day at 4 in the afternoon—
it’s been a long long day now
i’m not a kid anymore—
and i can’t help
but wonder
when this will all be over—
is it now
is it soon
i’ll be one year older this june—
i’ve never seen what rosie sees in yellow
i don’t have the eyes
i see the world through
a water colored hue—
and i’m a little blue
girl little boy blue
i turn my little blue world
upside down
i put on my silver—
sometimes there’s sorrow you know
a little green silvering
fragile and unlikely through the snow—
but i know what she means
when she says yellow—
she means light
she means love
she means life
she means the sun
comes up after every dark
night pierces us with its starshine knife—
for a teenage boy
so lonely
a faggot
waiting to die
on a fence in a field in the middle of nowhere
waiting to be the next shepard boy—
i knew if i left
rosie would miss me
rosie wouldn’t want me to go—
but rosie never hurt me
and rosie never would—
she would hold my hand into the light
she’d love me and tell me so
she’d love me in the light and back
she’d love me even when i’m gone—
if i was rosie’s
kid
i wouldn’t want my rosy
mom
to ever let me go—
it never was coming up roses
for me
but i tried oh i tried—
and sometimes even now
it’s like rosie’s there
roses in her hand
to welcome me
safe back home—
This is for Rosie, obviously, but also, ironically, in some ways, for my momma. Momma used to tell me when I was a teenager that I should write to the famous women I love so much and let them know I love them. And oh, my, how I love them: my beloved Tori; my sort of idol at the time, Michelle Kwan; my favorite writer, Toni Morrison, and, the woman who wrote the story I won my first theater award for (in “Dramatic Interpretation”), Anne Rice. It’s ironic in the case of Rosie in particular, because Rosie was a surrogate mom for me—a mom to me in ways my momma wasn’t or couldn’t be.
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Song a day for 2016
Cool Guys don't look at explosions. Lonely island
Armageddon-Vox
High In Church-Trevor Moore.
Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
Zelda with Lyrics- Brental Floss
You're not the boss of me now-They might be Giants
Boys and Girls LMC
Superman vs Goku ERB
Starlight Starshine Steam powered Giraffe
Craig Stephen Lynch
Clint Eastwood Gorillaz
Gimme Chocolate Baby Metal
Roundtable Rival Lindsey Stirling
Time Warp Rocky Horror Picture Show
I'm not okay (I promise) My Chemical Romance.
Angry white boy polka Weird Al
Almost Human Voltaire.
Martin Luther King vs Ghandi ERB
Batman/Xmen animated openings
Somewhere Over The Rainbow/Wonderful World IZ
Carry on my wayward son-kansas
Grey And Blue-Brave and bold
Share the one world- One Piece
God Thinks-Voltaire
This is war- 30 seconds to mars
March of the Inmates- Psychonauts
I wupped batman's ass
Legal Assassin-Repo the genetic opera.
D-City Rock PSG
Ready Steady Go Larc en Ciel
Devil went down to Georgia- CDB
I wanna rock- Twisted Sister
Polkamon- Weird Al
I can't stop Laughing- Joker
Teen Titans, Japanese version, english translation- Beast Boy
Shoot All Your Problems Away-Tomska
Steven Universe full theme-Steven and the crystal gems
Oh No you didn't
I don't love you-MCR
Heartbeat-2pm
Killed by Love-Alice Cooper
How can I not love you
Nothing-The Script
Classic Rock tune- Stephen Lynch
Breakeven- The Script
Musical Suicide- Tomska
Hallelujah- Rufus Wainwright
Only my heart talking-Alice cooper
Knights in white satin
Only you-Joker
Can't smile without you- Barry manilow +Pokemon themes
Turn Back the clock- Steam powered giraffe.
My Immortal -Evanescense
I need some sleep- Eels
On my own- Les Miserables
Feathery Wings- Voltaire
Ghost of you- My Chemical romance
Hell is living without you-alice cooper
If you ever come back- the script
love stinks- adam sandler
Youth-Daughter
Talk you down- The script
Somebody Kill me please- Adam Sandler
Owee- Voltaire
Six degrees of separation- the script
Give my love to rose- johnny cash
how- daughter
Skinny genes- Jenny bee cover
I miss the misery- ten second songs
Come on Eileen- Dexy midnight runners
Overkill- colin hay
rant song- scrubs
Ashita kuru hi Kobato
Bink's sake, rumbar pirates
Stronger than you- Garnet-steven
Burning Love- Elivis
So strong my face is
Murmaider
Owls- Weebls
Riding a black Unicorn- Voltaire
Put a banana in your ear
Soul- Ox
Amazing horse- Mr.Weebl
Elector Gypsy- Savlonic
The Driver- Salvonic
Tiny Japanese Girl- Salvonic
YOLO- Lonely Island
4 Chords- Axis of Awesome.
Rage of thrones- Axis of awesome
Renegade- Styx
He Lives in you(Reprise)-Lion King
Mirror B Theme
Dr. Mario- Brental Floss
All Champion Themes
Mercenary
Smash Bros
You Don't Know Me- Bandy Leggz
Ashley- Wario
Look who's laughing now
The stars-steam powered giraffe
deviljho
tetris with lyrics. Brental floss
When you walk away- kingdom hearts
every pokemon intro
Bishock song- Brental Floss
Bioshock infinite song- Brental Floss
Chop Chop Master onion rap- parappa the rapper
Undertale-Undertale
Squid Sisters
All rival theme
Dearly Beloved yoko shimomura
Video game medley-lindsey sterling
crash bandicoot 1 theme
mario bros theme
green hill sonic theme
pacman theme-smash
no more hereoes, its kill or be killed
I am all of me.
elite four battle themes
all lab themes
all team bosses
J.R.R tolkien vsx George R. R. Martin ERB
x gon give it to ya
Giant Woman Steven Universe
yoda weird al
Darth Vader vs Hitler 1 2 3
founding fathers trevor moore
Drive me bats: BTBTB
mother lover lonely island
Make man out of you TFS
El Barquito Voltaire
saga of jesse Jane Alice cooper
Danger zone Kenny
Be Prepared scar
Everybody wants to be a cat
Yes no
You're a fucking nerd Ok Go
On a boat one piece
boner song wkuk
anybody there? script
Crabs weebl
ultrasound: johnny massacre
I dreamed a dream anne hathaway
D&D stephen lynch
if we were gay ninja sex party
If you could see me now. script
Mine turtle tomska
I like trains tomska
monster masune
I dont want that for you steven universe
If I were gay stephen lynch
friends theme.
I love rock and rool, joan jett
hot patootie bless my soul rocky horror meatloaf
Ebola la la.
Wrecking ball beef seeds cover
65 rock songs, ten second songs
Ijime, Dame, Zettai
A boy named Sue. Johnny cash
Bad blood ten second songs
Roxanne-police
it's the little things alice cooper
Night surgeon- Repo! The genetic opera
Under Pressure-Queen.
Yakko's nations of the world
wakko's 50 capitols.
Feel good ten second songs
totally gay for america wkuk
Brooklyn Rage- Joey Wheeler
Come sail away Yugioh
I'm on a blimp kaiba
Pharaoh's throne yami
Hold me- steam powered giraffe
Soliton- Steam powered giraffe
Honeybee- Steam powered giraffe
Diamonds steam powered giraffe cover
I love it steam powered giraffe cover
Captain Albert Alexander Steam Powered Giraffe
I've got a theory buffy
what you feel buffy
wish I could stay Buffy
Moses supposes his toeses are roses singing in the rain
JJBA medly+ alt jojos
Old folks home WKUK
Hitler rap WKUK
getting high with dinosaurs wkuk
get a new daddy WKUK
The Never song WKUK
Aren't you lucky WKUK
God Says WKUK
God wants you to wear a hat WKUK.
Carl Poppa
Obsidiots
La Bibbida bibba dum
Fire fire Steam powered Giraffe
teen titans
teen titans jap
ghost napa
Black sheep scott pilgrim
Undertale the musical, papyrus, brental floss
Kirby with lyrics Brental Floss
Baby Mario and Papa Yoshi. Brental Floss
Automatonic Electronic steam powered giraffe
Mecto Amore steam powered giraffe
A way into your heart steam powered giraffe
I'll rust with you steam powered giraffe
I go looney, mark hamill, the joker
Heavens Not enough
Stray Steve Conte
jiyuu e no shoutai L'arc en ciel
hall of fame the script
Better off with her-Amethyst-Steven
Haven't you noticed-Sadie-Steven
Like a comment greg-steven
What can I do for you Rose & Greg- steven
Do it for her-Pearl & Connie – steven
Peace and love peridot and steven
Answer ruby/sapphire -steven
It's over, isn't it? Pearl- steven
Digmon eng/jap openings
You're my zing. Adam sandler
Hold the door Hodor
Stacy's Mom-Fountains of Wayne
1985 Bowling for soup.
High School Never ends Bowling for Soup
Into the Ocean- Blue October
Ok Go
Schniztlebank
Disenchanted MCR
amish paradise
foil
eat it
Gump
Ode to a superhero
Jurassic Park
Another tattoo
Fat
the saga begins
complicated
sports song
bedrock anthem
dare to be stupid.
Genius in france
ricky
happy birthday
polka face
first world problems
word crimes
preform this way
Drive thru
Party in the CIA
Couch Potato
weasel stomping day
white and nerdy
close but no cigar
CNR
Hardware Store
bob
virus alert.
Don't download this song. Weird al
Tacky weird al
all I want- kodaline
shooting star bad company
just what I needed
jacks lamnent
chi chi wo moge
Careless whisper
neon, salvonic
boombox lonely island
jack sparrow lonely island
GG the giraffe
die for you, alice cooper
It's me, Alice cooper.
Reign on me
halloween stephen lynch
can't sleep, clowns will eat me.
oogie Boogie
spooky scary skeleton
brains
epiphany
scooby doo openings
land of the dead
monster mash
repoman
death death
disco bloodbath boogie fever
don't fear the reaper
zombie prostitute
keeper of the reaper
kidnap the sandy claws.
Adams family/munsters/goosebumps
vampire club
feed my frankenstein
ghost busters
skeletons in my closet
courage the cowardly dog.
wrapped in silk
the one that got away
I know where you live
wake the dead
He's back, the man behind the mask
when you're evil
cannibal buffet
keepin halloween alive
This is halloween
I love you egg
Happy Birthday Voltaire
Tomorrow comes today
clint eastwoood
19-2000
rock the house
rock it
dirty harry
feel good
el manana
stylo
superfast jellyfish
on melancholy hill
rhinestone eyes
do ya thing
You're Welcome Moana
Shiney Moana
We know the way Moana
Kyle's Mom
Beard no Beard
Mysterious Ticking Noise
Oh no you didn't
candy mountain
I am a millipede
It's friday
Hound dog
Can't help falling in love
Here comes a thought- Steven
Love Like You Steven
Hey Oh RHCP/ Monsters Matchbook Romance
Christmas Time In Hell South Park
Christmas at ground zero
the night santa went crazy
You're a mean one Mr Grinch
Merry F ing Christmas
I fucking love christmas
Blue Christmas
xmas time might might bosstones
Christmas shoes
Davey's song
Barney stinsons christmas songs
Home alone the song
All I want for christmas is you tens econd songs
popo the genie
12 days of christmas tfs
12 days of christmas overwatch
marshmallow world spg
christmas slippers tiny dick
12 days of christmas canadian
chanukah song 1-4
Christmas song adam sandler
santa claws, alice cooper
town meeting
Making christmas
scrooge muppet christmas carol
I don't have a name for it spg
Cellophane Steam Powered Giraffe
over drive steam powered giraffe
malfunction
guy love scrubs
scrubs theme,
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