all went downhill from there


When BTS only meant ‘behind the scenes’

When SEVENTEEN was just a magazine

When Big Bang was just a theory

When f(x) meant just math

When shiny was spelled with a 'y’

When SM was just a card for your camera

When EXO was just a hug and a kiss

When the only K-POP you *kinda* knew was Gangnam Style….

…til it all went downhill from there…

I am going to submit a random headcanon to you:  

Stiles dragging the pack to play Laser Tag.

Stiles that played once, when he was twelve. He asked it as his birthday present, and John and Melissa drove them to the nearest place from Beacon Hills. Stiles was absolutely delighted, until they learned that they would be put with strangers to form a team. It all went downhill from there. 

They were left alone to be shot at fifteen seconds in, and had to hide under a ramp. Scott had an asthma attack when the fog machines started and Stiles, terrified, had to drag both of them out. He then fell into a full blown panic attack in the changing rooms.

So, not their best memory.

But fast forward seven years later. They are nineteen now, Scott is a werewolf and Stiles has been tortured and shot at. Laser tag is gonna be easy. Stiles is so ready to avenge their younger selves.

He only need a team.

Stiles prudently presents the idea during pack night. He’s not worried for most of them, he knows that most of his friends have an unhealthy love for violence and winning. He’s also ready to make Scott cry in order to convince Isaac.

The only unknown variable is their taciturn alpha. Somehow, convincing him to play with lasers in a room reeking of teenager’s hormones and sweat seems like a difficult task. But Stiles has prepared his speech, he has perfectly reasonable arguments, and he will bullshit about pack unity and trust exercises if need be.

Of course, because this is Derek and he likes to fuck up with Stiles’ expectations, he’s only finished the first sentence of his passionate plea when Derek raises one hand in the air to stop him.

Yes,” he breathes, and smiles. They all blink at him a little. Derek keeps smiling, bunny teeth showing and looking almost… excited.


Derek’s family apparently used to throw their kids into the woods to pitch them against each other for fun.

Stiles is not surprised.

Stiles is awfully not surprised.

This was the family whose genes created Peter Hale.

Not noticing their stunned silence, Derek describes his childhood memories. During their monthly run under the full moon, adults used to hide colored pieces of tissue everywhere. The next day, Derek, his sisters and cousins were all let loose, in several teams, into the wood. At dusk, the team that was able to bring back the more targets to their home base while protecting said home base from enemy raids won. The prize was some old trophy, bragging rights and first crack at every dish during the huge dinner.

Derek is trying so hard to communicate his enthusiasm for his claws-and-fangs-allowed, hunger-game version of catch the flag that his hands are moving a little bit in the air. It’s adorable.

When Scott tries to get back on the subject of laser tag (Stiles glares at him, because Derek was sharing things), Derek immediately nods and explains helpfully that there is a place supernatural-friendly just 45 minutes away from Beacon Hills. There is no protest in the pack. Stiles bats the air with his fist in victory.

Their first game together teaches Stiles a lot of things.

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anonymous asked:

“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.“ Damian and Jason (about Tim?)

Here you go Anon! Sorry if it’s not exactly what you were looking for - I set out to write a short angsty piece about Damian feeling guilty about how he’d treated Tim but Bruce got there before me and then Damian ended up hiding under a table and it all went downhill from there. But I hope you get some enjoyment form it anyway :)

Mixing up / ignoring comic timeline is almost a hobby of mine, but this one actually had some contextual thought behind it. Not much but. Basically set sometime after Bruce comes back from the “dead” but no more specific than that…

Damian isn’t hiding, but he could see how it may look that way to someone else. Alfred the cat had fled under the dining room table when the yelling started earlier and when he hadn’t been able to coax him out, Damian had crawled under the table as well. Titus had followed him, sniffing at the carpet and knocking into chair legs with his tail before settling down with a huff. It had seemed much easier to just stay there than try to move both his pets.

Dick and Alfred have both walked past - looking for him, maybe, or more likely just going about their day - but nobody has actually come in yet. Father might have thought to look here, but he doubts Father will search for him. Not while he’s still mad, at least. 

“Hey Alfred!” a voice calls from the direction of the front door. The butler’s reply is muffled by distance and then the voices die off as the conversation moves into one of the Manor’s many rooms - probably the kitchen. Damian wonders who it could be; most visitors come via the cave.

He gets his answer a minute later when light footsteps precede the appearance of two socked feet and a pair of jeans in his vision. Todd is muttering to himself as he walks around the dining table then kneels down to start looking under it. The muttering stops when their eyes meet and Damian lifts his chin defiantly, daring the older boy to make fun of him. But all Todd says is, “Have you seen a pair of sunglasses under here?”

Damian glances at the floor around him and shakes his head. “No.”

“Dammit,” Todd mutters, standing up and almost banging his head on the table. 

“Must be in the kitchen…”

He leaves and Damian let’s out a sigh of relief, relaxing back against Titus’s flank. But it’s short-lived because a moment later Todd comes back in and sets something down on the table before crouching back down.

“You wanna come out?” he asks.


“Okay.” His upper body vanishes upward again and when he comes back down he’s holding two mugs. He holds one out. “You want tea?”

Damian hesitates before nodding, reaching out to take the warm mug and cradling it to his chest. Even with the body heat from his pets, it’s remarkably cool under the table. He blows on the hot liquid then takes a cautious sip as Todd sits cross-legged opposite him with his back against the nearest table leg.

“So why are you hiding under a table?” he asks eventually, conversational in a way that grates on Damian’s nerves.

“I’m not hiding,” he snaps.

“Uh-huh. It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself of that.“

“I’m not,” Damian insists. “Alfred wouldn’t come out. I had to come under here to get him.”

Todd looks pointedly at where the cat is now curled up in Damian’s lap, purring softly as he’s petted. “Right. And was it loud noises that drove Alfred under the table?”

Damian narrows his eyes. Todd takes a casual sip of his tea. And he knows. He knows exactly why Alfred ran under the table and why Damian is under the table and he just wants him to say it. Well he’s not going to. Damian grits his teeth and glares.

Todd just shrugs. “Suit yourself. I’ll just tell you what the official version is then, shall I?”

It’s blatant manipulation and Damian will not be swayed by it.

“So I was leaving my apartment this morning when I realised I couldn’t find my sunglasses anywhere. I had tea with Alfred yesterday so this is the only other place I could think they might be. And when I arrive, I find out that you and Bruce got into a screaming match this morning which ended with a broken chair and two smashed vases.” He takes a sip of tea - probably for some kind of dramatic effect. "Apparently you threw a 4,000 dollar vase at Dick’s head when he tried to intervene.“ Damian glowers at his shoes and says nothing. Todd pokes him in the leg. “Come on, short fry, spill.”

It suddenly occurs to Damian that not-hiding under the table was a strategically bad move. He’s trapped between Titus and Todd, without anything throwable within reach. And Todd is as annoyingly stubborn as everyone else in the family; he will not let this go.

“Father says I cannot patrol,” Damian eventually mutters.

“That’s it? You started breaking shit because he benched you? Wow. That’s almost me-level crazy.”

“He says I am banned from the Cave until i can find a way to deal with my anger that does not involve violence.”

The older boy snorts. “I hate to agree with B, but he may have a point. The vases I can understand - Lord knows how many of those have been broken since Bruce started collecting strays - but the chair was a bit of an overreaction.”

Damian can feel the anger from earlier simmering beneath his skin but short of throwing his cat at Todd’s head there’s not much he can do besides growl. “You’re such a hypocrite Todd - you tried to kill him first!”

Todd blinks, face scrunching up in surprise before smoothing out with understanding. “We’re not talking about B anymore, are we? This is about the Replacement.”

Damian looks away. His fingers are clenched so tightly around his mug his knuckles are white and his chest is tight with- anger. That’s what it is. Not guilt or regret or- None of the things Father thinks are affecting him. (Although, to be fair, Father does think anger is affecting him as well. And he may not be wrong but. He’s not completely right.)

“Bruce find out you tried to kill him?”

Todd shifts closer, leaning forward so he can reach behind Damian to scratch Titus around the ears. Their arms brush and Damian holds completely still, watching the older boy warily. He and Todd are not enemies, per se, but this… this friendliness is unchartered territory.

“He wants me to apologise,” he says stiffly.

“And you don’t want to." 

"It would not be sincere.”

Todd’s lips quirk upwards but it doesn’t quite become a smile. “That’s not the point.”

Damian frowns, brows furrowing. “Then what is?”

“To teach you a lesson.” Todd shrugs one shoulder, the simple gesture conveying a lot about what he thinks of Bruce’s parenting techniques. “You don’t want to apologise because it would be humiliating, admitting a fault or a weakness. He makes you do it anyway, makes you suffer the indignity of asking for forgiveness. It’s an unpleasant feeling. One you try to avoid in future by not doing whatever you did wrong again.”

“Oh.” When put like that, it makes much more sense. (Some detective he is if he can’t even figure out his Father’s motives.) “So all I have to do to get Robin back is apologise to Drake?”

“It’s a start.” Todd gives Titus one last pat on the head - and an “accidental” one for Damian as well - then scoots backwards until he’s no longer under the table. “Well, hide and seek has been fun, but unlike some members of this family I’m not freakishly short and my spine is not cut out for this kind of contortion.”

“Tt. You’re getting old, Todd.”

He gets a casual middle finger in response, “Respect your elders, Demon Brat.”
“I’m not a Demon!” Damian snarls.

Todd holds his hands up in mocking surrender. “Of course not, my sincerest apologies.” A quick flash of teeth as he grins. “You wanna repeat that back to me? Y'know, for practice.”

His laughter follows him out of the room as Damian scrambles out from under the table and takes off after him. His Father will surely make him apologies for trying to kill Todd as well, but it will surely be worth it to wipe that smirk off his older brother’s face.

what she says: i’m fine

what she means: feb 24, 2015 when parks and rec ended it all went downhill from there. i am glad they decided to do future stories for all of the characters because i would be wondering what all my pawnee friends are all doing rn but i am a little bitter they didn’t have an ending for dave sanderson. the last time we saw him in season 4 ep 15 he still loved leslie. did he ever get over her? is he full of regret from handcuffing ben in the whizz palace thus angering leslie? is he still in san diego? is he chief of police? did he get to arrest greg pikitis? is pikitis still a bad kid? did he turn his life around? does he still eat peaches???

I like us best when we’re laughing

Hello m8 (can I call you that), anyway can I request a Mark scenario of your first fight, because in all honesty I can not picture an angry mark? Thank you!!

Where Mark is stressed and accidentally takes it out on you.

I’m so sorry for this taking so long but school is ending so requests should be faster. I hope you enjoy. ^^

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Thank god I knew Sherlock Holmes and John Watson from ACD Canon first. Then the adaptations. I grew up reading them .That’s why I just scroll past every negative thing nowadays. BBC Sherlock was just  fanfiction. They fucked up. They really have no idea what the canon-compliant John Watson and Sherlock Holmes is like. The moment they started to drift off hugely from the canon, all went downhill. That’s all. That’s why I will always call the negative characteristic traits ooc. Because in the books,things were really not like that. So I won’t care much from now on because at the end of the day I will always have my canon acd johnlock. 

Out with the old, in with the new

Honestly, 2016 was a bitch to me. It started like every other year, with me making promises to myself that I will be kinder to myself, that I will be less stressed out, that I will be healthier, more positive, and all that jazz. After only a month, I started freaking out over college, my relationship becoming long distance, me moving to a different city. Everything went downhill from that. I was studying all the time, the enitre summer I spent in my room, above the book, missing out on the sunny days and hanging out with my boyfriend. Anyways, at the end of September, I moved. I was in the bus full of people with a 13 hour ride ahead of me, and I was drowning in tears. I sent an ask to @dogiplier who said some nice and helpful words (that I still have saved in my phone), and finally I stopped crying and just took a deep breath. Im not the kind of girl to have girl friends. Every friend that I ever had was out to use me or change me. And through this entire year, I needed a girl friend. My mom called me a couple of days ago to check up on me, and she asked me if I made any new friend, then I realized the only friends I made are here, on Tumblr, in the @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier community. I don’t know how many of you will see this, how many of you will take time to read, but from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank all of you so much for being here, for sharing funny and emotional moments from videos, thank all of you for being friends that I dont have outside of the internet. Thank all of you for making me feel welcome here, for making me feel like its okay to be me. It means the world to me. I hope everyone has a Marry Christmas, and have a wonderful New Years Eve. And more importantly, a wonderful year of 2017.

Originally posted by evadelaserra

Bye Bye Brooklyn Boys (5)

Originally posted by forchrisevans


Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader

Warnings: This is just so sad. Language

Word count: 2.199

Summary: This time, it really is goodbye.

September, October, November, December

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It All Went Downhill From Here

25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge || Day 21

Character A is pretending to be their friend’s lover for the sake of the friend’s family. Character B is said friend’s sibling.

(header by the incredibly sweet and talented @katie-dub)

It All Went Downhill From Here; ~ 2, 000 words; FF.NET || AO3

She watches Killian Jones storm out of his own house and wonders when exactly this whole weekend went so horribly wrong. A few instances come to mind.

Possible It-all-went-downhill-from-here moment #1

She bumps into him and almost covers his shirt in mulled wine. She has not been hanging around the kitchen’s doorway, with its fake-as-can-be mistletoe, scotched-taped by someone, who, if Emma has to guess, was operating with one hand. She is not that smitten, thank you very much. But the fact remains that when she looks up and it is Killian who almost got a first degree burn as a Christmas present, Emma doesn’t rush off.

She hesitates. She lingers. Probably seeming distracted to everyone else and completely obvious to herself. She waits and waits and starts wondering if she should storm off in a huff or just grab him by the lapels and snog him senseless, as his brother would put it.

Killian’s chuckle is only a little forced and he scratches behind his ear for just a second and then makes the decision for her. He takes her hand and lifts it to his lips. She barely feels the brush of his mouth but his breath is warm and heavy on her skin and Emma swears a proper kiss would’ve been less sensual. She certainly hasn’t had one she enjoyed as much as this.


No, as nice as it is to relive that one, she should go further back.

Possible It-all-went-downhill-from-here moment #2

She almost missed it, busy as she is with staring at Killian Jones catching every popcorn Robin’s kid throws at him. With his mouth.

There are certain things that should not be attractive and acting like a 5-year-old, in the company of an actual 5-year-old, should be one of them. But when Killian catches her staring and grins proudly (he did catch every single one), she quickly averts her eyes. And that’s when she sees it.

Elsa is most definitely not gonna make the top of that tree, no matter how much she frowns and huffs at it. Emma laughs quietly at her for using her people tactics on a dead plant and is just about to go save said plant from being toppled over when she sees Liam comes up behind her roommate. She sees Elsa jump when his hands come to rest on her hips and almost hears her indignant yelp when he lifts her up without much preamble.

Emma wants to laugh again but then she catches Killian’s frown that melts into concern when he meets her eyes and all she wants is to scream in frustration.

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History Crush is Philip Hamilton. Son of Alexander Hamilton. ❤️❤️❤️ I’ll be honest, I only got interested about the Hamiltons when I watched the musical, by Lin-Manuel Miranda. And because my history teacher likes the Alexander’s past story, his students (me) got interested too, Then it all went downhill from there. Philip got wounded during a duel with George Eacker (i’m angrier because he has the same name as King George III, my other crush. 😘) and his wound got infected. He died at Weekhawken, New Jersey, the same place his father died 3 years later. They kinda died the same way. This smol baby died at the age of 19, trying to protect his father’s name.


Papyrus!Frisk and Sans!Chara because honestly why not  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I wanted to draw frisk in san’s jacket but i was like wHY NOT CHARA and then it all went downhill from there. I ended up painting it and spent more time than I expected but it was soo worth it

Bonus: Gaster!Asriel (aka, God of Hyper death w/ a really long black cape)

It was an odd thing, for a mermaid to love fire, but ‘odd’ had never stopped him before.

For anon.

Zayn | Niall