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WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT THIS HOLBY CITY SHIT #8

-I DEMAND MORE DRUNK KELLER SQUAD
-WHY DO ALL MY BABIES HAVE TO FIGHT WHY CAN’T U ALL LOVE EACH OTHER
- CHEEKBONES™ IS SUCH A BABE I CANT
- CURLY FRIES IS GAY GAY GAY I’M CALLING IT
- #DOGBI 4 THE WIN BOIII I SHIP DAT
- MO USING HER POWER TO GIVE CHEEKBONES A SHIT JOB IS EVERYTHING
- I CALLED IT
- “BIG POPPA” I CAN’T WHY JUST WHY
- ALICE IS CUTE AND SO STRONG I TOTALLY WOULD
-WHY IS WATER FORMING IN MY EYES
- IF THAT WOMAN DIES IT WILL BE AWKWARD TO SAY “WE WERE TALKING ABOUT HER SEX LIFE AND WE WERE KIND OF NOT PAYING ATTENTION”
- PLEASE DON’T LET SNAKEY MCSNAKESTER GET THE ROLE PLEASE NO
-CURLY FRIES YOU DON’T REVEAL THIS TYPE OF THING TO A PERSON YOU’VE KNOWN FOR A H0T MINUTE EVEN IF IT IS GOOD OLD FLORAL GUY
-RIC IS “BIG POPPA” MY EYES MY EYES THEY ARE BURNING I WANT TO GOUGE THEM OUT
- GOSSIP GURL SPREADS THE GOSSIP YET AGAIN
-#DOM FRIES ??

OVERALL FEELING:
BERENA DEPRIVED

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Here’s an unfinished comic from over a year ago-I’m thinking of re-doing it and finishing it at some point :)

love love peace peace (and a little revenge)

… in which Killian does Eurovision. Because the Eurovision was on, and @ofshipsandswans and @killiancygnus and @captainswanandclintasha and @swanandapirate are a terrible influence.


It’s all Ruby’s fault.

That’s Emma’s tale, and she’s sticking to it. She still isn’t entirely sure how writing a song turned into, well, this. She was going to just watch it on the TV. She wanted to stay in the background. But here she is, sitting backstage with Ruby and the rest of the Norway team, blinking in the flashing lights and trying not to look overwhelmed by the ridiculousness all around her.

Because Eurovision is ridiculous. There’s a guy on stage right now singing a high-pitched song about bread or something, while five other men dressed as rain drops dance around him. Or maybe they’re tear drops; Emma isn’t sure.

The point is, all Emma ever wanted to do was write a song, and yet here she is at the weirdest music event she’s ever attended and wondering about Europe’s collective sanity.

Elsa’s performance goes amazingly well, though, so there’s that. The ice theme was the right choice, as Ruby remarks with satisfaction, complementing the song while being weird enough to leave an impression. Emma was unsure about the robotic snow man whizzing around the stage, before, but she understands the reasoning now. It’s probably the next meme already.

The crowd loves it, anyway.

Emma suffers through another ballad, this one sung by a German lady who could really do with a bucket or something to help her carry the tune. She’s only half-paying attention, most of her mind on Elsa and Ruby and trying to look calm and relaxed for the cameras, in case any show up.

“Next up is the UK—let’s meet their candidate!” one of the hosts (Emma keeps mixing them up) calls.

There are screens everywhere, showing the little clip that plays before each country takes the stage. Emma pays no attention, because Anna has started talking again, her nerves running away with her.

“… because really everyone says neighbours vote for each other, but we don’t have that many neighbours and I’m not sure Sweden would vote for us anyway, but I think that a lot of people also vote for the song they like best and really Elsa has been the best so far, hasn’t she? And—”

“Anna,” Emma says, reaching over to put a calming hand on the girl’s shoulder before she can drive them all to the brink of nervous collapse again. “Anna. Relax. Elsa did her best, and now we just have to wait and see.”

“I know, but—oh, he’s handsome, isn’t he?” Anna’s eyes have snagged on the stage, where the UK’s candidate is about to begin his song.

Emma follows her gaze, thankful to the UK for distracting Anna—and does a startled double-take.

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Voltron characters as things ive heard in class

Shiro: *after realizing the printer only prints black and white. And printing a picture that needs vibrant colors* “Time to fucking Kermit”
Keith: *walks through the door with a giant box of saltines* “I’m as salty as this whole box and I hate you all”
Lance: “My cheekbones are making me cry”
Hunk: “what…how could you hate dogs?? You heathen”
Pidge: “why did you have to be the fastest sperm”
Allura: “I’m surrounded by children. Send help or kill me”
Coran: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN BOGALOO ISN’T A VAILD WORD”
Zarkon: “How dare you speak to me this way. I am 5 days older then you, respect me”
Haagar: “TALK SHIT GET H- the teacher is right behind me isn’t he”
Thace: “I’m to good for this shit”