and guess what

  • Jungkook: Hey, I bought this cool shirt.
  • Jimin: Oh, *looks it over, smiles*, it is pretty cool.
  • Jungkook: Okay fine, keep it, damn! *throws the shirt back at Jimin.*
  • *later that day*
  • Yoongi: So did you give Jimin that shirt you bought him?
  • Jungkook: *scoffs* Obviously.
  • Yoongi: You threw it at him, didn't you.
  • Jungkook: *scoffs, while looking sad* Obviously.

i don’t know them but i love them

depression schedule:

  • consciousness: 1pm
  • deciding whether its worth it to exist today: 1-2pm
  • moving to the couch: 2:30pm
  • food?? (nutritional value optional): 3pm
  • wanting to be productive: 3-6pm
  • food part 2: 6pm
  • family time (laying on couch in proximity of a relative): 6-9pm
  • forcing yourself to do some of the things you didnt do during the day: 9pm-5am

repeat ad infinitum

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Some doodles I saved up of the HTTYD girls

5

A wild Papyrus has appeared!

Part 2: Renegade
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<Beginning>

v. the city is wilder than you think and kinder than you think

Yessenia drops her head back onto her pillow and closes her eyes. Maybe this is all a dream. This has to be a dream. This is one of those dreams where everything goes perfectly, as it only can in dreams, until something terrible happens, like you look down only to realize you forgot to put on pants this morning, or you step on into a lift just in time for it to plummet to the ground.

There has to be a catch.

In Yessenia’s life, there’s always a catch.

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Lance would love to be in an action flick. He wants to be the star. A CAR CHASE! HUGE EXPLOSIONS! He’d be amazing. Also the ending scene is him kissing Shiro and then it cuts to black (who would be shirtless. No reason. Just no shirt, either)

Keith will tell absolutely anyone that he’d be in a horror flick AND SURVIVE, but really, he would totally be down for a rom-com (where Hunk is his love interest. Nothing bad happens; just the agony of their missed connections after their meet-cute).

Shiro claims he wants to be in a light-hearted feel-good family movie, but secretly he wants the drama of a romantic tragedy. He’s seen Romeo + Juliet like 50 times. He’d totally be down for dying dramatically in Lance’s arms.

Hunk wants to be in either a) A musical flick b) A comedy (he and Lance would be HILARIOUS just grab a camera really) or c) A touching period romance film. Him and Keith falling in love in like 1800s London or something. People would be in tears at the end.

Pidge and Allura best them all with a crime drama but a TV series. They have 8 seasons planned out. Coran is the main villain and he’s actually really excited to try out such a challenging and demanding role. WE’VE ALL SEEN HOW GREAT HIS ACTING SKILLS ARE.

“It stings.”
“It’s disinfectant. Of course it stings,” John says grimly and puts the spray back into his bag. He looks at the gash in Sherlock’s right hand and sighs. “Don’t grasp into barbed wire next time. Then we won’t need it.”
Sherlock makes a face. He observes, how John takes out a bandage and shakes his head.
“You’re overreacting again. It’s just a …”
“Shut up,” John says mildly and takes Sherlock’s hurt hand.
Suddenly he hears Sherlock’s breath faltering and looks up with a frown. “Does this hurt?”
“No,” Sherlock says quickly. He avoids John’s gaze and swallows. “You can go on.”
“Okay.” John’s frown deepens but he focuses on the wound again.
He works carefully but quickly.
Sherlock’s skin is warm and smooth. Once more John thinks that Sherlock really has nice hands - what a weird thought, Watson …
It’s very calm around them. The only noises are Sherlock’s breathing and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
When John is finished, he strokes over Sherlock’s hand once - why are you doing this? - and then lets go. He looks at Sherlock - is he blushing? No. Must be the light … - and smiles. “That’s it. Uhm. Tea?”
Sherlock looks at him in a way, John can’t really interpret. It’s intense. But also … somehow soft.
“Yes. Yes tea is good,” he says quietly.
“Okay.”
They look at each other for another silent moment, that feels much longer than it really is. 
But it’s nothing …

In Crypts: version 1

Been playing with potential convo ideas. So be kind…I don’t think I quite have it yet. The thing to remember is Petri Dish aka Creepyfinger aka Littlef*cker, is hardly ever straightforward. He wants to give people the idea and make them think it was theirs. I also believe he, 110% knows about Jon’s parentage. He trades in secrets amongst other things. 

Ok here’s one version of how it goes. 

Jon watches Sansa walk out of the crypts. They’ve probably just had a tender sad moment talking about their dead family. Sansa leaves Jon near Lyanna’s statue. LF comes out of the shadows. (By the way, this is creepy enough to get you slammed by a guy who’s been stabbed in the back a few times…but anyhooo..)

LF: What is it about Stark women that make men go to war?

Jon: gives LF epic side-eye

LF: (just won’t shut up…) She’s beautiful and so was she. (He looks at Lyanna’s statue)

Jon clutches sword hand.

Jon: Rhaegar kidnapped her. She was promised to another. (oh isn’t that what Sansa said a few seasons ago…bonus pts for foreshadowing)

LF: The way you kidnapped Sansa?

Jon: She came to me.

LF: And Lyanna to Rhaegar. Running from a marriage they didn’t want. 

Jon: A marriage you sold her, too. (Jon is now visible angry.)

LF: My greatest mistake. I love her. I should’ve married her myself.

Jon loses it. Slams LF into the wall.

LF: (squeaks) Like Mother Like Son.

(Because seriously you know it’s Lyanna that would choke a motherf*cker. Rhaegar liked to play his harp.)

anonymous asked:

RENT

1. What You Own

2. I’ll Cover You

3. Take Me or Leave Me

4. La Vie Boheme

5. Seasons of Love

Welp, I did it and made myself sad

Courtesy of The 100 season 4 finale and my own anxieties about season 5

Clarke and Bellamy finally find each other again, but a lot has changed in six years…


As people rushed out of the cells and down the corridor, one prisoner rushed out only to stop. People pushed past as he looked down both ends of the corridor, probably determining the best exit route. Clarke’s heart tried to make its way into her throat. Perhaps that’s why she could barely gasp out his name.

Whether he heard the barely audible breath or his gaze was inextricably drawn to her as it always seemed to be, Bellamy turned, locking eyes with her even as bodies surged past between them. His big brown eyes were wide, freckles standing out against skin paled from the artificial light.

She couldn’t remember who moved first but they were both suddenly hurtling through the crowds, away from the exits, towards each other. Clarke practically launched herself into his arms as Bellamy clutched her to him. She buried her face into his shoulder as he buried his into her hair. She could feel his arms convulse around her—they were definitely bigger, he must’ve been working out, what else would there be to do on the Ark for six years.

Six years. Had it really been that long since she had seen him. Since they had parted on the island; her racing off to the radio tower to send the signal to turn the Ark’s power on so he and Raven and Monty and the others could survive. Of course it had been that long. She had radioed him every day of those six years, never even knowing if the signal had gone through, if he was alive.

But he was. He was right here. With her.

She could feel Bellamy’s heart pounding just as hard as hers. His shirt was damp from the steam billowing out of the pipes but it still smelled like him. Clarke tightened her arms around his neck, gripping her own arms as if locking in, unwilling to let anyone separate them ever again.

It seemed they stayed that way for an eternity before they each loosened their grips, still holding onto each other as if afraid they would vanish should they let go. They pulled away just enough to be able to look at each other; to note the slight changes in their faces from the years apart but how ultimately the same they still looked. Bellamy’s hair was a bit longer, probably unable to cut it while held prisoner, and he had facial hair—not quite a beard yet but a bit too much to be called stubble— that Clarke wasn’t sure about. It made him look older, rougher. It didn’t match his eyes. Those big brown orbs that threw the doors wide on his every emotion no matter how hard he tried to hide it. She was staring into them too long. But then, they tended to do that didn’t they? A slight smile was forming on his lips and Clarke could feel herself beaming even as tears leaked down her face.

“You’re alive,” they whispered simultaneously.

Bellamy grinned and Clarke’s sob turned into a laugh. Bellamy, ever so gently, wiped the tears from her cheek, Clarke nuzzling into his palm. As his hand slowly fell away, it was then that Clarke noticed Monty and Murphy behind him. They stood back a few steps, letting the two reunite. But each had a strange look on their faces as they looked back on the two before turning and scanning the rushing crowd.

Bellamy noticed Clarke’s glance at the others and his face began to fall.

“Bellamy, what is it?”

Still holding onto her arms, Bellamy turned to look back.

Emori and Harper raced out of one of the cells but stopped, waiting by the door. Echo appeared, dragging Raven out with her. Raven was limping slightly still. Emori hastened to help Raven as Harper and Echo scanned the corridor for the men. Harper spotted them and led the rush over, Raven and Emori behind, followed by Echo. Clarke had thought that they had been slowed down by Raven’s leg, but as the women moved towards them, Echo was also slowed by a burden she was carrying. A little girl with dark curls and big eyes was poised on her hip.

Bellamy stiffened and stepped away from Clarke. He almost stepped out of her reach, but Clarke kept a grip on his sleeve.

Harper flew into Monty’s arms while Murphy rushed to kiss Emori before helping her with Raven. Bellamy seemed rooted in place, turned halfway towards the approaching women, almost straining towards them, but something seemed to be holding him back—something besides Clarke’s fist wadded in his sleeve. With Bellamy turned, Raven and Echo now caught sight of Clarke. Something flashed in Raven’s eyes—surprise, relief, joy, and then a look that was eerily familiar. Echo cast a glance to Raven, but otherwise betrayed no emotion, merely adjusting the girl on her hip as they reached the men.

Bellamy looked completely lost. He locked eyes with Raven and a look passed between them that sent a swift pain to Clarke’s chest though she didn’t know why. Or maybe she did know why, she just wouldn’t admit it yet. Bellamy turned back to Clarke, eyes wide, but now fearful. He looked utterly heartbroken. His mouth opened as if to speak, but nothing came out before he glanced back towards Raven and Echo and the girl on her hip.

As Echo approached, the girl surged out of her arms towards Bellamy. He took her from Echo instinctively—the movement looking completely natural. He didn’t even have to think about it as he held her to his chest, her arms latching around his neck as she buried her face into his neck, not entirely unlike what Clarke had done just moments before. Bellamy kissed the top of the girl’s head, squeezing her tight. Raven reached out to stroke the girl’s hair, her hand just lingering on Bellamy’s shoulder before falling back down. The girl then pulled back, Bellamy adjusting her to his hip, and she looked over at Clarke.

“Daddy, who’s that?”

Clarke’s heart in her throat was now choking her.

Raven looked away, Emori rubbing circles on her back comfortingly. Bellamy’s entire body was rigid. He looked like he would shatter at the slightest touch as his watery eyes turned briefly to Clarke as if in apology.

“Clarke,” Bellamy began gruffly, addressing the girl on his hip first before looking back over to the woman he had been forced to leave behind. “This is Clarke.”

This goes out to all of YOU!!!

Okay so I know no one really cares but honestly you guys are like my second family on here. You all make me feel so welcomed and happy that half the time, I feel like we don’t just “know each other on Tumblr”. We click and because of that, there’s no other people I’d rather spend my birthday with than u guys. Thank you so much for everything. Love ya😘😘😘

Originally posted by asdarknessfell