ahahaha see what i did there

Overheard at the Newsies
  • Me: MY SON!!!!
  • Also me: OMG LOOK IT'S MIKE!
  • Me as well: THAYNE IS EVERYWHERE
  • Me: It's starting!!!
  • Me for the next hour or so: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
  • Me at intermission: I AM SCREAMING, DID YOU SEE THAT? WERE YOU ALL WATCHING?!?!
  • Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it's starting again!!!
  • Me: MY SONS ARE BACK!!!
  • Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
  • Me at curtain call: PLEASE TELL ME THEY ARE RELEASING THIS? OMG MY SONS ARE BACK. THEY ARE DANCING AND HAPPY AND LOOK AT THEIR FLIPS AND JUMPS AND OH SHIT ANDREW IS HERE TIME TO CLAP AND HOLY SHIT IT'S JEREMY'S TURN AND AHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HE ALMOST FELL WHAT A DORK. I LOVE MY SONS

ahahaha ok SO awhile back someone asked me what wanna chat would be like if it were between the five heroes on my dream team and i forgot to respond (whoops)

and then a few days ago when i was running on approximately 3 hours of sleep and was falling asleep in class i guess i wrote this??? i have no memory of it


Cat: What does this do?
Oh
COOL

Bee: what in fresh hell is this

Turtle: yo wassup this is rad
wait lemme see…

Fox: HELLA

Ladybug: Chat what the hell did you do

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It’s Sheith Week Unlimited. I forgot about it, but saw a post a few minutes ago, so I figured I’d churn out Day 1 right quick while I’m bored at work at 3am.

The theme today is Dreamer

(I think I went a little off book bc how do you not angst??)

(Content Warning: Vague mentions of torture and what the Galra did to Shiro. Nightmares.)


Purple. The colour of royalty, the colour of sunsets, of summer flowers and butterflies. Of children’s drawings and fireworks dancing in the sky.

But not here. Here purple is harsh, it’s burning. It’s the colour of bruises and cuts and the light that seares his eyes. It’s magic and it’s darkness and it’s all he can see.

The lights fade in and out, no pattern to the flashing madness in front of him. Time is meaningless, forgotten behind the pain and the screams. He doesn’t even know what they want anymore, he just knows that they’re always there. Wait, watching, calculating. Time is on their side as they work to figure out what makes the Champion, the Leader of Voltron, tick. It seems pointless, fruitless to go on. He would tell them everything they wanted to hear, if only he knew what that was. But there’s nothing. No questions, no hints or speaking. The only sounds are the strangled noises that rip their way out of his own throat.

He pulls at his restraints, thrashes his head against the hard table beneath him, snarls at their hands and shining instruments. Tears force their way from his eyes as his own violent resistance only adds to the marring of his flesh. But he can’t stop. He can’t just sit there and let them do what they want. So he fights. He struggles. For how long, he doesn’t know. Everything bleeds together here, there’s no way of knowing how long he’s been here, how long he may be kept here. So he screams and fights and dreams a hopeless dream that someone, anyone out there may help him.

Then, a light. Not the harsh, stinging purple, but softer. Gentler. Hopeful. A white light that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere washes over him, a sea of calm following it. His heaving chest slows and his screams die out. Finally, a noise not made by him graces his tired, unbelieving ears.

“Shiro?”

His name. The white light grows stronger. The warmth it brings soothes him, washes over his body in a wave, bringing hope to his eyes and a smile to his face.

“Shiro?” the voice says again. He knows that voice. It’s kind, it’s loving. It feels like home.

He finds his body relaxing into the light. The restraints are gone, replaced by warmth and soft hands. The hard sterile table beneath him is gone, only softness remains, and the harsh purple light and the smell of electricity and pain have disappeared. His eyes are finally able to find focus again in the centre of the light…

“Shiro…are you alright?”

“Keith?” Shiro asks, blinking into wakefulness. Concern and the last dregs of sleep marr his voice, “What’s wrong?”

“You were having a nightmare,” Keith says, propped up on one arm to lean over Shiro. A gentle hand is pressed to Shiro’s chest, enough to soothe him and wake him but not enough to hurt. Enough to ground him right here, right now.

Shiro reaches up, placing his prosthetic hand against Keith’s cheek. He smiles as Keith leans into the touch and he watches the metal shine in the light of the slowly rising sun as he tucks an errant hair behind Keith’s ear. “It wasn’t a nightmare,” he says, looking deep into Keith’s concerned eyes.

“But, you were groaning, and thrashing around. I thought…”

Keith trails off, not trying to hide his confusion. “It was about the Galra,” Shiro explains, “but it wasn’t all bad.”

“How could it not be all bad? After what they did to you. Shiro, I–”

Shiro cuts Keith off by pulling him close and rolling both of them onto their sides. They look into each other’s eyes as dust dances in the early morning rays of light. “It couldn’t be a nightmare, Keith, it had to be a dream. You were there.”

anonymous asked:

Melly did you see Liam's new instagram post, he is wearing exactly the same outfit from his last post, how they could claim it was taken during a studio session last night in the uk???

hiiii!

I did see that, and I’m going to play Hoe’s Advocate here on a few things. I think by nature, dudes (especially dudes in their early 20s, even if they are rich)  are outfit repeaters. Loammy Jean wearing that outfit on his off time until it falls off his back in tatters doesn’t exactly throw alarm bells off for me (but I will agree that Liam is clever Loammy Jean and is likely aware that the outfit’s been spotted by the fandom a few times). 

Other thing is, Drake had a show last night, so Loammy Jean was taking a night off from International Purseholdering to be a stan (ITS CASUAL NBD IF SOMEONE WANTS TO GIVE ME A DRIAM COLLAB). The biggest takeaway from it though, is that Clubbin’ Bros N’ Hos Loammy Jean was spotted out last night. For a guy who’s supposed to be ready to settle down with Pregnant Cheryl™ and is ordering Pottery Barn Kids catalogues for the Nursery He Always Dreamed Of™ (at 23 ahahahaha he’s 23), he’s sure not acting like it, which I guess is where the eventual breakup is going to come in:

anonymous asked:

im sad you deleted the kingdings blog :c

Ah, mysterious anon friend, I have to admit that sometimes I regret that decision too. On the other hand, I wonder how you got here; I did not give the link to my main art blog anywhere there, and besides… it was a year ago!

In any case, I was a little too sad to continue. When you see that your fully coloured works are worth less than a few not very neat lines, you start losing faith in what you are doing.
I don’t really care now, but at that time these silly numbers broke my heart. Oh, the mistakes of youth!

But I’m kinda proud that you still remember? Thank you for this message ♥
I learnt a lot since then and I’d probably be able to provide better content and don’t give a damn about numbers. Hmm…~ ;3

anonymous asked:

A few weeaks ago i asked you hiw would jin look with light contact lenses and grey hair color, now we got to see the contact part and i'm not okay,those freaking full pink lips(have they always been so freakin sinful?) and the lenses were too much for my heart, can't imagaine what would happe if he had the hair too

you did??? i can’t remember anything ahahaha but yeah for real, the more i look at it the more it fits him and how it brings out his dark eyebrows to another level. amazing.

OKAY BUT...

Did any of you ever realized those posters on Ford’s wall while he was studying at Backup College? Just look:

The first one everyone knows - Tesla. But come on! Look at the other guy. 

This is Carl Sagan - well known cosmologist, astrophysicist, astronomer and astrobiologist. He was also interested in UFO raports and stuff… But… Let’s look at him. Just look.

Isn’t he a meme? But it is not the point of it. Look at his clothes… I mean: Do you see the similarity? Or is it just me?

Well… Looks kind of familiar, doesn’t it?

Originally posted by fordsy

((No, I’m sorry, I had to do that))

But wait… There is something else. Not only the old Ford wears the same clothes as his idol - Carl Sagan. 

That nerd used to dress himself like Sagan when he was young as well: just look! Isn’t it kind of adorable?

AND THIS IS NOT THE END

Originally posted by whengravityfallsdown

Their clothes are so similar. I can’t help it. Like… Ford is so nerdy. OMG.

things i need answered in the new mercy street episode:
  1. who mended henry’s gunshot wound (it was totes emma wasn’t it.  of course it was.  why didn’t we get to see this it would have been actual freaking smut i’m convinced ahahaha)

  2. what happened to the BODY????

  3. just what happened between The Incident™ and arriving back in Alexandria several hours later.  sleeping arrangements?  how much did emma try and get through to henry?  (emma dropping henry’s first name like that so casually leaves me with no doubt that it was used a lot that night trying to get through to him.)  WHAT WAS THAT RIDE BACK TO THE HOSPITAL LIKE???  WHAT DID THE SOLDIERS THINK HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM????

  4. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BODY.
INTP-ENTJ-ENFP At Least /Some/ People Appreciate It

INTP, ENTJ and ENFP are sitting around, talking to a few other people. INTP has been mostly listening, and ENFP is not able to pay attention to ENTJ because she’s getting distracted by other people.

ENTJ: Hey, ENFP, check this out.

ENTJ: ENFP.

ENTJ: *Takes watch off of wrist*

ENTJ: No, ENFP, look.

INTP: (hehehe)

ENFP: [bluhbluhbluh]

ENTJ: *Starts wrapping watch around ankle*

ENTJ: It’s a new fashion statement.

INTP: (Ehehehe!)

ENTJ: *Holds leg up in the air with the watch around it*

ENTJ: Huh, I wonder what time it is.

ENTJ: Oh, I’ll just look at my useful ankle watch.

INTP: Ahahaha.

ENTJ: *Hears INTP laughing*

ENTJ: Thank you, INTP. I’m glad this matters to someone.

ENTJ: ENFP.

ENTJ: *Shoves foot in her direction*

ENTJ: Did you see this?

INTP: OH MY GODDD

ENFP: EW I HATE YOUR FEET GET IT THE FUCK OFF OF ME RIGHT NOW

INTP: FFFFFF

INTP: *Is literally crying from laughter*

Ahahaha, I went to post a comment at LJ and I was like LOOK AT ALL THESE ICONS I HAVE, WHAT A WEALTH!

Remember when you could leave a comment on LJ and subtly do a whole “you see what I did there” back and forth with your friends through icon use?

Remember when people would write drabbles based on which of their icons someone prompted them?

Remember when you saw someone else with your icon, and either thought, “It has been decreed; we shall be friends,” or “HOW DARE???”

Remember when you would reply to something and someone would say, “Yay, perfect, you used the Bring It On icon, I love that one!” because you kinda knew what icons people on your flist had/used for their various moods?

anonymous asked:

"You dig?" Stiles asks, bringing his guitar out and stroking it. "You gotta bring your axe over sometime, man, we could jam." Derek rolls his eyes and crosses his legs. "Don't schmaltz up the moment, Stilinski. I saw McCall on the tubs the other day and I gotta say, that kid's got potential. Long way t'go, though." Stiles grins and rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah? We could lay down some jive. Make a great band, man."