#oppa homeless style
Text
294 notes
·
View notes
Text
51 notes
·
View notes
Text
Guys. I love fake stories.i guess this lady is known for stuff like this? This one must have flown too close to the sun and got her called out. Someone said she dirty deleted after an hour. I would love to hear @strange-aeons take on this
@goffikgurrl666
#fake tumblr post#fake story#fake facebook post#cringe#so cringy#the transformed wife#homophobia#transphobia#terf#cult#brainwashing#oppa homeless style#down with cis#heritage post#strange aeons#turn the frogs gay
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
To the Reddit users joining here, my one piece of advice to you is this:
Learn the oppa homeless style dance
#gwendols rambles#Reddit#tumblr#oppa homeless style#in all seriousness just follow the tags of content you like#and find and follow blogs that post content you like#the algorithm does not work so if you want content you’ll have to get it that way#Reddit blackout#tumblr has a fun history wait until you find out about goncharov#that’s such a good film
25 notes
·
View notes
Text
and as he launched the nuke, he said with a roguish grin on his face, “oppen heimer style”, and Emperor Hirohito turned bright purple and ran away as the entire Allied High Command danced into the night
18 notes
·
View notes
Note
Brendan! Hi! How are you?
( @idv-wayward )
Hm? Oh, Mi! Hello there!
*He smiles brightly and trots on over with his hands in his pockets.*
It's good to see you, I just came to the manor to see if there's any non-perishables I could snag and sneak back to the warehouse. I think they might've switched locations though, but I'm still looking. But anyways, how are you Mi? Is there anything I can do for you while I'm here?
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
Oppen heimer style
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
thinking about the redditor that made up oppa homeless style got me thinking...
a lot of the Hehe Funny Epic 4Chan Greentexts are probably fake too
MUCH easier to fake than tumblr posts b/c 4chan posts are temporary, the only way to know if a 4chan post is Real is if it was archived thru a 4chan archiver. and most posts don't get archived, so most people are willing to believe random 4chan screenshots
it really comes down to a 4chan post being remembered by the 4chan community which is really rare. and there's always the possibility that people saw a fake post (or even hearsay of it) and had it so ingrained in their minds that it was Real that everyone falsely remembers it, maybe even within 4chan itself and not the wider community of 4chan spectators who only see it through r/4chan
tumblr is kinda the gold standard of post preservation b/c even if someone deactivates, their posts still survive if they're reblogged, like little artifacts that have Survived the Storm or whatever, and there's no reliable way to fake it. like accidental little wayback machines
pinterest is the same thing too! i see lots of old fanart pinned on pinterest that have long been washed out of the deviantart by embarrassed artists.
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
#tumblr polls#tumblr heritage#oppa homeless style#i will be running for president and once winning will personally be giving away free shoelaces#onceler#i die in vanilla extract#vanilla extract#pay for my silence#down with cis#down with cis bus#left beef#no pizza left beef
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
as i am new to this site, my brother keeps telling me about tumblr memes. i have been told about the "down with cis bus" and oppa fucking homeless style. this feels like hearing someone on meth trying to explain how a gas station cashier stole his left nut.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
let me share with tumblr nation. behold. a true event that happened to me this week.
so, i was minding my own beeswax, playing with my cookie(cookie clicker), feelin sexy and chipper. then came a knock at my door.
me: who is it?
i think to myself: who could it possibly be this time. ugh! (there are always solicitors)
i think about my temu package: um maybe it’s that! i scamper towards my door with glee and delight….
then comes to mind… reddit nation yea we are together we can go very far…take down tiktok take down instagram…take down everything we don’t give a damn. nevermind. back to the story.
so anywho, i practically gallop to my front door, excited for what prizes await me. i approach the door, unlocking it and grabbing the knob(oh, lala). i swing open said door and i see…
nothing? no temu package! um… what.
i then frantically look around the general vicinity of my door. um…still no package! what a bummer!
i turn away from the door, making sure to close and lock it before i begin to walk away, just in case my solicitor was a homeless man who wanted to perform a pitch-perfect korean-style dance inside of my home. i walk to my room, my enthusiasm and excitement stripped away from me. i sit my ass down on my chair, examining the number of cookies i have now. 20 trillion?! nice! whoeeah?
i mean, what else can you expect when your bakery is named big chungus big big bi money?
anywho, i spend a few minutes chilling at my computer before i hear a second knock at my door.
me: ugh! really? who could it be this time!?! this pleb better turn himself in before i call the police!
reluctantly, i hop off my chair and make a run downstairs, hopefully catching this dweeb in the act. nobody messes with claude-pie!
as my hand makes its way to the doorknob, a beautiful smile crosses my face.
me: haha, open na noor.
is what i said out loud to myself. i think to myself about how epic and sus my remark was, but there is no time to dwell. i must fulfill my duty. as i continue to open the door, and i…um…WHAT! there is nothing at the door!
i let out a disgruntled sigh and stomp my foot. i slam the door shut and make my way back upstairs. a familar thought comes to mind.
i chuckle at it, not giving it too much mind, i mean, how often do you “open na noor” and there’s a big lump of knobs? that also has the juice?!
i sit back down at my chair, resuming my game. it is a nice couple of minutes, but then after when i hear yet another knock; it is not nice anymore. this time, i decide to not answer the door. this fucker will surely stop after a while, right? RIGHT????????
um…well major plot twist!! doesn’t happen!! just keeps knocking like a champ! i consider marching my way downstairs and giving this sucker a piece of my mind, but i figured that i could just block out the noise with some music. i put my earbuds in my ears and turned on my favorite song: ice safety by extraordinary rapper lilgomezz. as i was jamming out, you wouldn’t guess what i hear.
nononononononoNO!!!!!!!! it’s not knocking. i already drowned that out. it’s my FUCKING DOORBELL!!!!!!!! UM! who uses those anyway!
i turn up my niche, underground music and sigh, louder than ever. i manage to hold myself back from checking the door. many hours pass where i hear not a peep, but that is because of these sick ass beats being pumped into my ears(like your english teacher on a friday night?). yuh huh!!
soon: day becomes night, and the sun sets. and i think to myself: that pleb shouldn’t be at the door now!
so i decide to go have dinner. i make my way downstairs again, more careful this time. maybe this guy is sleeping on my porch? maybe he’s waiting for any semblance of noise. maybe that’s his cue to start assaulting my poor front door.
i manage to receive my dinner, and my stomach grumbles at the thought of it as of writing. damn you!
for the ones who were curious: my meal consists of corn, a huuuuuuuuge glizzy, and a grimace shake! oh lala!! i absolutely devour said meal, licking my fingers afterwards. the flavors are melting on my tongue!
suddenly, welcome to the black parade comes on. i unfortunately, was completely alone when this came on. and yes, there is still music blasting into my ears at this point. this is like simon says. no, this IS simon says. simon didn’t say simon says.
i couldn’t help but hold my breath at the G note at the beginning of the song, tearing up as the song went along. by the end, i was full on ugly sobbing on the floor, having forgotten about the fulfilling meal i had prior to this. suddenly, i hear a BANG, shocking me to my senses.
…what could be happening at my door at this hour?
i wipe the tears from my face and begin to stand.
me: sweet jegus, i swear if it’s that geek again! ill give that twink a piece of my mind!
i make a mad dash to the door, fumbling with the lock and the knob. i manage to wildly swing the damn thing open, and and and and AND AND AND AND!!!!!!!!
#funny#homestuck#funny jokes#funny stuff#im so funny#hahaha#old tumblr#oppa homeless style#3 am ramblings#real story#true story#my weed got stolen today#true facts#open na noor#what else can i tag#how do i tag this#i don’t even know why i’m posting this#i wrote this at like 1 am#ice spice
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
I was going to make a joke about how the reddit refugees would die on the spot if they read oppa homeless style or the warm milk post until I realised that’s just every other post on r/aita or r/entitledparents or like any other subreddit
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
A True Story...
~~~~~
I, Shu Itsuki, had a good day of tailoring for once, so I gave Rinne $20 on the walk home.
Rinne: There must be a mistake!
Me: No mistake. I can afford to cut back a little. Have a wonderful day.
Rinne: (tearing up)
Suddenly, a shrieky little voice rang out. A pasty dude wearing a trenchcoat and a fedora barrelled toward me.
Ibara: The fuck are you doing??!!!
He yanked the $20 bill from Rinne’s grip, slicing his fingers on the paper. He stuffed the bloody bill in my face.
Ibara: No. NO. You worked for this money while he sat on his ass and jerked off. YOU KEEP IT.
He threw the money in my face.
Me: What the fuck is your problem, asshole??
Ibara: Listen to me, you fucking useless imbecile. I’m from Shuuetsu Academy, where the homeless have the decency to try and work for money, whether it’s shining your shoes, cleaning your windshield, or just doing a little dance on the street corner. I once saw a man eat a pile of rocks for $6 in change! That’s the difference between a classy homeless person... and a BUM.
Me: Well this is my money. I earned it. I’ll use it any way I like. How do you get your money if you’re so important?
Ibara: I don’t need a job because my Godfather gave me money!
A crowd had formed. Everyone was glaring at this scumbag and a few were even cheering me on.
Rinne: You want a dance, you little prick?
Everyone turned to see Rinne rising to his feet. To our amazement, he began to perform a pitch-perfect, Korean style dance.
Rinne: Oppa homeless style!
The crowd erupted. We all began to join in the dance, save for Ibara, who turned bright purple.
Everyone: Op! Op! Op! Oppa homeless style!
I threw my $20 at the Rinne’s feet. Everyone else followed suit, tossing money at him. A woman in a suit gave him her gold watch. Ibara took off running while the rest of us danced into the night.
~~~~~
-Mod Shu 🍷
#shu itsuki#rinne amagi#shurinne#rinneshu#shu x rinne#shurinnenation4ever#ibara saegusa#nagisa ran#enstars lore#average day at yumenosaki#enstars#ensemble stars#oppa homeless style#been thinking about this#kpop#also everyone clapped#copypasta#copy paste
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
5 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
legofemme
Great beak
24rox
24rox.com
matejavrckovic
Mateja Vrackovic
misvnthrope
HUNTFEAST
lilasbrds
vicky