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ive never seen bnha. why does aizawa look like how cr1tikal sounds.

anonymous asked:

um any tips on how to survive your first antipocalypse??? (no seriously I need help I can take this p l e a s e)

I WASNT ACTUALLY AN ACTIVE MEMBER IN THE ANTIPOCOLYPSE LMAO SO IM A VIRGIN I GUESS

but as someone who stood on the sidelines, here’s what I did.

1.) make sure you have someone you can endlessly spam about it. You’re going to need it, otherwise your energy will overspill and you’ll end up ranting to someone who has NO idea.

2.) caffeine. Jack will post shit at 3 AM and then go to bed BUT NO ONE WILL KNOW IF HE’S ACTUALLY STILL UP SO WE’LL KEEP WAITING FOR SOMETHING ELSE. You will get approximately 0 sleep.

3.) Tissues. Oh, and get ready to scream a lot.

4.) good internet speed because theories will start flying at 10000 miles a second and if you blink someone will have already proven their theory to be canon and have ascended to the next plane of theorist existence.

5.) Lots of memes to try and combat the glitch bitch… (though glitch bitch was our staple last time, we ended up getting called out for it in the end… be careful.)

6.) CTRL-U is the most fucking important keyboard command because you need to STUDY those tags AND MAKE SURE YOU GO BACK BECAUSE THAT SON OF A BITCH WILL CHANGE THEM.

7.) It is also customary for people to open a theorists bunker. They are open to anyone, and usually, involve comforting reblog chains of puppies, pillows and warm stuff to help you forget that everyone is in deep fucking pain and 99% of the population is craving the grim reaper himself to carry them bridal style across the sweet sweet fucking release of death. While this isn’t much, these bunkers are ESSENTIAL to surviving.

8.) GET READY TO HIT THE POST LIMIT. 200 POSTS MAX PER DAY BUT YOU’LL OFTEN FIND PEOPLE HITTING IT WITHIN A FEW HOURS. TRY PACE YOURSELF BUT WITH THE AMOUNT YOU’LL BE REBLOGGING I WOULDN’T HAVE HOPE BOY

9.) LOSE ALL SANITY

10.) Cry when it’s over.

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Lance: Do you ever miss home?

Keith: Yeah, I always miss my shack.

Lance: No, no, home like where your family is.

Keith: I didn’t know my family that well. I’ve always been alone.

Lance: Wait, what you’re saying is that you’ve never had Christmas?

Keith: What the fuck is Christmas?

Lance: This is it. I’ve cracked the Da Vinci code. I finally know why you’re so messed up. You’ve never had Christmas.

Keith: You still haven’t told me what Christmas is.

Lance: Christmas isn’t a thing, Christmas is a feeling. You have to feel Santa from deep inside. 

Keith: What?

Lance: Don’t worry, you’ll find out what Christmas is. Because I’m going to throw you the biggest fucking Christmas party the world has ever seen.

I can feel the truth…and it hurts so good xD Look at this and tell me you have never seen anything so accurate.

As I’m writing my project for Ardyn Izunia, I came across this .gif and immediately needed to add some more “context”.

Man fuck school those were the worst years. uni is so much easier to cope with

All ya’ll still in school Im hella proud of you for lasting this long, your final score barely matters (nobody even the uni asked for mine) and all you need to do is survive, even if you have to drag yourself through it. ;v; (coming from someone who had to repeat a year and still got a hella low score) Dont push yourself too hard, the education system has been messed up for a long time and only tests memory, not your intelligence. You are far more important than numbers. The heavy weight will be lifted off your shoulders when you’re done~ Good luck!!

Imagine: being Jack Kelly’s sister and you got separated and after 5 years you are finally reunited

Moose and I did some more conspiring to make this fic. I apologise for the length I got carried away… ENJOY 😊

Warnings: none

“Are you sure that you’re going to be ok in Manhattan?” Your best friend and selling partner Smalls asks worriedly as he hugs you,

“I’ll be fine Smalls, ya don’t need ta worry about me.” You say, thinking about your old home, you lived peacefully in Manhattan with your older brother Jack until that fateful day…

Flashback:

You were only ten, you were wondering the streets, looking for your brother. You had lost him in a large crowd, when suddenly someone lifts you up and throws you over their shoulder. You expected it to be Jack but instead of seeing his signature blue shirt you saw a grubby white shirt. You tried to scream for help but because of the way you were placed on his shoulder blade you couldn’t make a sound at all. You were then thrown into a carriage which then took you to the Bronx. You crawled out of the cart and you tucked yourself into the alley to keep warm, as night falls you start to drift off but then suddenly a hand is thrusted in front of your face.

“Heya, I’m Smalls, you are?” You look up to see a boy, about twelve looking at you with a toothy grin, you wipe your eyes and smile back up at him.

“I’m y/n.” You say, shaking his hand. Smalls took you to the Bronx Lodging House and he taught you how to be a newsie.

You arrive in Manhattan just as the sky turns dark, you decide you don’t have time to find the Manhattan Lodging House, you just huddle in an alley like you did your first night in the Bronx before Smalls found you. As you drift off you start to think about Jack, would he still be here? Would he even recognise you? So many thoughts cloud your mind as you fall asleep. When you wake up you hear the calls of over excited teenage boys, you recognise them to all be newsies, evident from their hats and their clothing. You throw your hat on, not bothering to hide your hair. You’re a girl, people need to get over it. You follow them to a large factory and join the line to buy some papers, you dig around in your pocket and pull out enough money for twenty papers. Once you reach the front of the line the boy handing out the papers eyes you up and down.

“So, you’re the transfer… an’ you’re a goirl?” You scoff and throw your money on the table, he scowls and hands you your papers roughly. You take them and in an attempt to storm off you walk right into a tall boy.

“Hey! Watch where youse goin’” he says turning around angrily.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean ta walk into ya.” You stutter, scared of this tall figure looming over you, he relaxes a bit once he hears you apologise.

“And I didn’t mean ta scare ya.” He says, he spits on his hand and holds it out to you.

“The names Jack, you are?” He says, you spit on your hand and shake his.

“Y/n.” You say smiling, you see his eyes glimmer with… hope? For about a second before they darken and he turns around muttering something to himself, something along the lines of ‘no it can’t be her… she’s dead.’ You wonder who he’s talking about but before you can enquire he turns around again.

“So, y/n you sold papes before?” He asks, you nod,

“Since I was ten.” You say, proud of yourself and your paper selling skills.

“Well let’s test you out then.” He says, beckoning for you to follow him. You follow him to a street bustling with people.

“So do ya change up the headlines when you’re hawkin’?” Jack asks as he reads the headline of the paper.

“If I wanna eat that night, then yeah, I change it.” We start to sell our papers, starting to have a friendly competition between the two of you, the challenge was to see who could sell their papers first. You won after a long battle,

“It’s because I’m younger and cuter Jackie boy.” You say smugly, before following Jack back to the Lodging House after he sold his last paper. Jack shows you a spare bunk in the Lodging House and as night falls you settle in your bed and you slowly fall asleep before you jerk awake. What if that Jack you spent the day with was your brother Jack… no he would be gone to that town… what’s it called… Santa Fe! He’d be there by now, Jack’s a common name. He’s just some random Jack you’ve met, not the person you’d hoped to meet. The next few days, you still have those thoughts haunting you until one day as you are selling, watching Jack sell across the road as you only got ten and sold them with ease, you see the familiar figure of Smalls running towards you.

“Smalls?” You call, he runs into your arms laughing, you two stand there hugging each other tightly and laughing.

“What brings you here Smalls?” You say once you pull apart.

“So after you left we all really missed you and we started talking about ya and I brought up Jack and we put two and two together and we realised that your brother is the leader of the Manhattan newsies!” He cries excitedly. You move away shaking your head.

“No, my Jack is in Santa Fe right now.” You say, Jack jogs over you and asks what’s going on.

“Jack Kelly, I’m assuming you know who y/n Kelly is?” Smalls says,

“Of course, she’s ma sister… or was my sister.” He mumbles sadly, his eyes starting to water.

“What do you mean was?” You ask curiously.

“When I was twelve, she musta been what? Ten? She was taken away from me, as much as I’d like to believe she’s out there. I know she’s dead deep down.” You put your head down,

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!” Smalls suddenly yells. Both of you look at him oddly,

“Right Jack you lost your sister when she was ten, y/n was ten when I met her, her first night in the Bronx. You also really want to go to Santa Fe. I know that for a fact.” You and Jack turn to each other slowly, slowly piecing Smalls’ evidence together.

“Y/n?” Jack says, his eyes watering once more.

“Jack?” You say, your own eyes quickly filling up with tears as well. You run into Jack’s arms and bury your face in his chest, sobbing.

“I thought I’d lost ya.” Jack croaks out, holding you even tighter.

“So did I. But I’m glad that I didn’t. And I’m glad Smalls figured it out for us.” You say pulling away to look at Smalls. He smiles at the two of you.

“I’m gonna get back to the Bronx, someone hasta take care of the boys there. Just don’t forget to visit sometimes y/n.” He says before hugging you one last time and you watch as he jogs off. You head back to the Lodging House and Jack shows you his ‘penthouse’. You spend most of the night catching up and talking about being a newsie.

“I didn’t think ma sister would be such a good newsie.” Jack says, earning a friendly shove from you.

“Well five years experience does that to ya.” You say,

“Well you’ve grown up a lot, and I couldn’t be prouder to call ya my sister.” You eventually grow tired and Jack wraps his arms around you to keep you warm and you slowly fall asleep, happy that you found the most important person in your life. Jack Kelly. Your brother.

NINA THAYER, GEN 1!

aspiration: friend of the animals.
traits: good, vegetarian, cat lover.

from a young age, nina had always adored animals. despite growing up in a loving household, she’d felt at odds with her families ambitions and long working hours, and decided to take her own path at age eighteen with her sister’s support. now living alone, she aids a local small vet business, hoping to run her own vet someday.

Well, looks like I was wrong, I actually DID make HM3! Aint that some shit? Our Chief didn’t tell anyone on Tuesday (the day he was supposed to tell us) and instead waited until yesterday after our hike. Had no idea I made it until then. Feels fuckin gooooood.