as a metaphor for my life or something

My instagram recommended to me the pages and accounts of people that I taught in this summer theatre camp like several years ago. They’re all graduated and they are all doing wonderful and cool things and look so mature and sophisticated and I am just so proud!!! I feel like I just attended my metaphorical childs graduation, they look so great!!! I’m so proud!!! I remember when they were just stepping out of middle school and were all babyfaced and new and asking me questions and now I’m just looking through these feeds like “You’ve become such a cool and awesome person!!! And you’re in shows!!! I’m so happy!!! I’m so proud!!!” 

Like, I’m so happy that I helped teach them at this summer theatre camp so many years ago. I’m so glad that so many of these kids are adults in acting and shows and modeling and so many other cool things I am so proud!!!! 

You’re in my arms and all the world is calm. The music playing on for only two.

A very rushed drawing for soriku day because to day was busy, but I desperately wanted to put something out today. I won’t let something as frivolous as an occupation get in the way of soriku day. nope.

After the heartbreak, I promised to never be that girl again.
I fulfilled the cliche-
I cut my hair short.
Something to mark a new beginning.
I got a tattoo with no real significance.
Most things in life don’t make sense anyways.
I moved further away from my parents and it was more than a metaphor.
I’ve learned that life is harder without the people who love you and returned to sleep in the bed that held me far longer than you ever did.
I don’t miss you anymore.
You still act weird around me, sit in the corner of a room and pretend that I do not exist.
Some days it feels as if I don’t.
There is no one here to love me like I deserve to be loved.
My voice is still not loud enough to be heard over all the background noise.
My friends are fixated on superficial things.
A love that doesn’t last.
A party last weekend where they fooled themselves into thinking alcohol tastes better when you are hurting and fell asleep on the couch of a stranger.
This is a measurement of how much ache we fail to acknowledge.
How many things we kick underneath our doormats just to prove that there is a way to keep moving forward.
If there is a way to keep moving forward,
for me, it has never looked like this.
you use your legs to run from that heart of yours, you use those feelings to write poetry, you use those metaphors to hide something, you use that honesty to be yourself, you use a smile to stop the crying, you use those tears to color the ocean, you use your laughter to fill my lungs, you use your consistency for everyone, you use your life to color in between the lines, you use the loopholes to break the rules, you use those guidelines with a middle finger, you use that voice to sing with the pretty red and black birds, you use your kiss to empty fire into your soul, you use your heart as cupid’s pillow, you use those rug burns to avoid eye contact, you use your lips to taste the liquor that doesn’t lie, you use your body to dance with the drugs, you’re never really high if you’re always ready to die
—  but not tonight
shinee as i see them

i got an ask recently asking me to get fake deep talk about how i personally see the shines, so…here we go ;; disclaimer: this has far too many metaphors but am i supposed to stop myself? the answer is no. enjoy :’)


you gotta start with the leader, right? now, i’ve always found jinki the hardest to place. i’m always running my mouth off with metaphor after metaphor about all of the members, but..i’ve never quite understood what to associate with jinki. in the end, i think that’s what makes him cosmic. jinki is something i can’t quite understand. he’s the member who most prefers to keep his shinee life on a different plane than his home life. he shows us a part of himself, but the rest of him is such a mystery. he’s such a galaxy in his existence to us. a universe full of so many endless sparks of life and love in all that we can see. his voice, his smile, his laugh, his stage presence, he just wraps us up inside his cosmic whirls in the first moment we see him. in a flash we’re surrounded by awe inspiring swirls of something so much more beautiful. his tones envelop us in warmth and his movements pull us toward the stars. it’s only when we’re fully immersed within the galaxy that is jinki do we realize how little we really know about where we are. we can see what’s around us, but we don’t know what lies in those furthest recesses of who he is. that, i think, only makes this that much more beautiful. he is remarkable in what we can see, and even more in what we cannot. jinki is a mystery, but we all can’t help but fall in love.


for the past few weeks i’ve been in the dead of winter, and that’s where i’ve seen jonghyun. jonghyun, to me, finds his place in the winter night. whether cold and biting in the still air, or brisk and sharp with whipping frosty winds, he’s there. he exists not as a counter to the cold that’s outdoors, no, but he exists hand in hand with the cold. his big eyes sparkle like the moon off the snow drifts, while his smile makes his little teethies twinkle like near-fallen icicles. his hair, often dyed the frostiest white, exists in tandem with the crystals of ice that frolic in the air all around. all pretty parts of him shimmer like the cold still world around him. jjongie just…reflects everything about a cool night. there’s a sort of..solace…that comes with jjongie. and when i say solace, i don’t mean loneliness. i mean solitude. a gentle, quiet, comfortable sense of aloneness. when i think of this aloneness in the midnight air, my mind turns to blue night radio. jonghyun, alone, in his little corner of the world, truly at peace. in the smooth winter air that flows through that radio station, he shows us how we can be alone..together. we can feel what he feels without ever seeing his face. we can understand his thoughts without ever speaking to him. we can love without ever leaving our homes. the blue stillness of a winter midnight, with the calm comfort of blue night radio….that is where jjongie belongs.


now kibum…kibummie exists to me in shades of red. from the softest shade of pink, in how he bares his soul to us through unexpected moments of raw truth and clarity about himself. soft in his care for the people around him. gentle in the rare and real moments where he uses his struggles to inspire others to never give up. quiet in how he holds in so much pain sometimes…preciously, gorgeously, beautifully pink in all of his subtleties and secrets. here to the sharpest most poignant shade of scarlet. sharp in his movements, so sure of who he is and what he needs to be. cutting in his every look, in both senses of the word. cutting in his onstage actions, ones of unhindered confidence and unbridled talent. in this sharp shade, we find something special. nothing more and nothing less than he needs to be. his every move is calculated and right on target, yet his enthusiasm is unparalleled. you can feel his passion, blood red, in the way he smiles after a performance. you can see his desire with fire in his eyes while he stands up on that stage. his fears are in crimson that haunts the edges of his vision, but his joy is a ruby red that sparkles in the sunlight. and his passion is in deep scarlet, coursing through his blood in that camoflaged hue. his dedication is in wine, aged in this course of a lifetime. kibummie expresses his soul in shades of red, and in this moment, we can’t look away.


minho is a sunday morning. i’ve rambled about this before (oodles of times tbh) but i’m always willing to go on and on about this. choi is of the most comforting souls the world is blessed to witness. he is warm, caring, hes passionate about the people he cares about, and he contains an ever present adoration for the world he’s in contact with. i call him a sunday morning because..have you ever woken up early on a weekend? have you ever just woken up for no reason other than to be awake? sunday mornings are so beautiful. hardly anyone is awake on a very early sunday morning. the only sounds that you can hear outside your open windows are the quiet chirps of birds outdoors just starting to wake up for their day. you can hear a car drive past every few minutes. you can hear the wind gently rustling through the trees out in your front yard. but that’s about it…you hear the quiet sounds that surround your own home. sunday mornings have a way of comforting you even when you didn’t think you needed them to. the air outside is near still, only flowing gently enough through your windows to slightly brush against your skin as you sit with a cup of coffee by the windowsill. sunday mornings are where love blooms within yourself. minho is like a sunday morning because he inspires love within all of the people around him. he is the comfort of the still air, the soft care of the sun upon your skin, the warm tingle of the coffee mug upon your fingertips. he is comfort and love…like sunday morning bliss.


now taemin…i feel like i’ve run all over the place with how i talk about taemin. i’ve called him a light, i’ve called him darkness, i’ve called him endlessly unexplored forests, i’ve called him calm morning snow, this list goes on (far too endlessly pfjfdjgft) but the one thing that stays the same is nature. taemin is a natural beauty. he has so much beauty, so much talent, so much (albeit adorably awkward) love built into him. and some can say he’s simply blessed, but i don’t think that’s true. genuine natural beauty doesn’t just come through untouched have to work for it. you have to tend to your cares and cultivate your worries and care for each and every little seed that’s been planted in your life. and that is just what taemin does. he is expression of natural talent through endless effort and unwavering strength. he is blood sweat and tears. he is the seed and the sprout and he is the water and sunlight that tends to it. taemin knows what he can be and will never stop working until he reaches that goal. i think that’s why he’s so eye catching in everything that he does. so often we can find ourselves blankly staring out into a natural scenescape, in awe of the beauty that the world works to withold…that same natural beauty is flowing from taemin in his every moment that he performs. like a horizonline at dusk, or forested treetops during a storm, or rolling clouds on a windy day, he is eye catching..hypnotizing….infinitely beautiful. he is, naturally, taemin.

thatkevinsmith: This is what your face always looks like while working on @supergirlcw! I spent yesterday shooting with @melissabenoist & @chy_leigh as my favorite siblings on TV, the Danvers sisters. I love all the flying and punching of villains on #Supergirl… but I tune in for portrayals of sibling revelry so sincere and supportive that it really makes me feel like I missed out on something in life by not being a girl with a sister. As a huge fan of the show, seeing that dynamic on display both on & off camera yesterday was like drinking insanely good hot cocoa that warms your insides and fills you with joy. And on top of that? Yesterday was my first day shooting the Super suit! It is as glorious in real life as it looks on the show (and the cape is heavy - not just metaphorically speaking but also simply weight-wise). Me-Me and Chy-Chy brought the major feels when we were rolling but between takes they’re both legit funny. It’s cool watching them go from goofing around before “Action” is called to delivering dire dialogue about impending universal doom. Nice, nice kids. The whole damn crew is fulla nice, talented kids. We shot nearly eight pages yesterday but managed to wrap 40 minutes early. Tonight is Shoot Day 3 of 9- which includes watching the amazing FX and stunt folks on this show flip a speeding car! Up, up and away… #KevinSmith #melissabenoist #chylerleigh #nationalcity #vancouver #supergirlseason2

I’m not poetry but I want to be. I want this to mean something. I want to say, here the blood flows and it means something and I want to make someone cry out of pity or the aching wrench that means truth. I want this pain to be a metaphor for love or life or how she left me instead of just being pain. 

I want to be your heroic sacrifice, the martyr. Goddammit. Maybe it could even be beautiful if my bruised knuckles were from fights with the devil instead of myself. Maybe I could be good and selfless and dissolved in holy water. You’d kiss me sooner than kill me and that would hurt just as much.

I want to be good, you know? I try to do good things but God sees the truth. How I’d sooner die than live like this. God knows my heart’s broken & that I don’t really mean it. I want to mean it God I really do. Please open up the pearly gates I don’t want to go to hell I’ve hurt enough. God I just want to be happy please just let me be happy

when people think numb and empty are metaphorically synonymous its like my biggest pet peve. emptiness is dreadful, when youre empty you desire to be full, you feel this gaping void in your chest, or your throat, or your stomach. when youre empty you need to be entertained, you want to feel like you exist, feel appreciated, feel validated, and feel like your life has meaning. this isnt only exclusive to compliments but can be played out through drug use, sex, picking fights, binge eating and substance abuse.

when youre numb, you feel nothing. like emptiness, youre craving something but its not to feel human its to feel at all. when youre numb youll find yourself uninterested, indifferent and bored alot. you dont react as you normally would, because you’re incapable of accessing those emotions you normally do.

you can be both empty and numb, and you probably never want to be. but they arent the same thing.

When I was 18 I read my first full comic series: Young Avengers V.2 and something changed inside me. I don’t know how to explain it. In interviews, @kierongillen used to describe the story’s theme as a metaphor to growing up, to that time in your life when you’re entering college and your life changes in a way that is not often explored in fiction. This is exactly what it was for me.

First of all, entering a communications environment meant constantly coming into contact with people who’d read more books and watched more movies than me, people who prided themselves on their knowledge of obscure films and independent “”“deeper”“” creators. I felt so lost. I have always loved creating fiction, especially fantasy and science fiction, all things that had no place within an elitist artistic community. And yet, here was this book that wasn’t afraid of being colorful and fun and pop, without being any less meaningful. It was a breath of fresh air. It was a beacon of hope.

Not only that, but every single theme in it resonated deeply within me. Adults not understanding you no matter how hard they or you try. Friends leaving and friends coming together. Searching yourself across multiple possible futures. Wishing you were better. Having to accept you are yourself and that is good enough. Wanting to change and grow, and having no choice but to do that because you’re suddenly thrown into an adult world when five minutes earlier you were being treated like a child. Suddenly, you realize your whole future is in your hands and it’s terrifying and exciting.

Most of all, America Chavez resonated with me. Here was a Latina where I was not expecting to find her. A strong woman self assured in her identity, strong and caring. She had taken a leap of faith in the search for her identity and she has fought to make it work. She was everything I aspired to be and since then I have followed her journey through Marvel while I follow my own.

This is my last semester of college and I’m about to go abroad to get a Master’s degree. I’ll be on my own for the very first time. I’ll be starting classes in a new college, in a new city, in a new country where my identity as a Latina will be a new thing for the first time (as opposed to living in a Latin America country). I am excited and terrified of this new journey of self discovery I will be jumping into.

This year, too, thanks to Gabby Rivera, America Chavez will go to college. She will, like me, start new classes, a new life, new experiences and a new search for her identity. The timing couldn’t have been better. I can’t believe I will get the chance to have her as my companion through the next adventure in my life. I am so grateful.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, representation matters. Comics matter. Stories matter. To me, at least, they have meant everything. I don’t know if I could have gotten through life this past four years without them. Maybe, but the ride wouldn’t have been this good. So thank you.

A surprisingly apt metaphor I made to my sister:

The older I get the more I realize my history prof was right. You can’t fight every battle, it’s exhausting.

Like, it’s similar to getting a master’s degree: you find something you’re passionate about, you learn all about it, and then you’re better equipped to argue and fight.

If all you have are half-learned knowledges you can’t fight as well. So then you find someone who made a different cause their life’s work and ask them to help you fight other battles.

Pool resources!

Find a fighter! Find a cleric! Find a bard!

You can’t have all fighters or all clerics or your party is goddamn useless.

If you hate something...

Anime: Kuroko no Basuke
Pairing: Aomine Daiki x Reader
Rating: T (to be safe)
A/N: Honestly, this is just something funny I thought of while sitting on my bed.. I was imagining someone just making a funny video and then.. well.. This happened and I thought, who better to write this for than Aomine?! XD. Dedicated to @oi-taigaaaaa and @knbaes-n-bakas since they both love Ahomine so much!

“AH!! I hate this so much!!!”

Lazily opening an eye, Aomine turned his head towards you, blinking the sleep from his navy hues. Deciding it’d be less trouble going to see what’s wrong, he gets up, yawning loud enough for you to hear, walking towards the kitchen table.

“What’s wrong babe?”

You looked up from the work schedule you were trying to make to your husband, huffing in irritation.

“It’s this stupid work schedule! Since my boss is on vacation for a month, I have to take over her job and make the stupid schedule! But some of the people I have to schedule are so irresponsible and don’t take their job seriously..”

He blinked, before shrugging, “So then fire them.”

You rolled your eyes, “If it was only that easy, I would have! They have to be violating the rules to get warnings, and only when they get enough can I fire them.” you sighed, “Besides, I’m assistant manager.. I still have to get permission from my boss before I can do that. And she favourites a few of them, so that makes it more complicated.”

He started to massage your shoulders, humming softly as he tried to think of what to say.. He looked to the fridge, leaving your side to scour the insides, finding a lone apple and grabbed it from the top shelf.

“If you hate something…” he starts, waiting for you to look at him before taking the apple and smashing it to the floor, “take an apple and smash it!”

You blinked several times, disbelief written on your face as your eyes went from him to the floor over and over. W..What the hell?

“Are you drunk?”

He scowled, “Of course not ____!! I just woke up!”

“What does taking an apple and smashing it have to do with me hating being the boss?!”

Now it was his turn to blink, scratching his cheek as he contemplated his response..

“…..W..Well… A..Apples are gross and it helps relieve stress.”

You face palmed, before bursting out in laughter, almost falling out of your chair.

“Daiki… I was going to eat that for lunch tomorrow, and you wasted a perfectly good apple!”

He almost panicked, running to you only to slip in the puddle of squished apple and frowned.

“SEE?! They’re also dangerous ____!! I did you a favour by smashing it!”

You decided to join him on the floor, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and grinned at the blush,

‘Well.. Thank you handsome.. You made me feel better.. and Although you had a really interesting.. Well.. really weird.. way of making a point, I understood what you meant..”

At your words, he gave you a smile, pulling you onto his lap to kiss your mouth.

“I’m being serious ____. I don’t like the idea of you eating Apples.. We’re not buying them anymore.”

You just shook your head at his words, bringing him into a soft hug. He can pout all he wants, you’re still going to buy apples and eat them.

Life is too damn short to be complaining and being sad over something out of your control. No matter what life throws at you, always look for the light. 🔆 After an amazing set by Seven Lions, I asked my friend Richard to just stand there and look at the stage. I saw how the light shone through his PLUR flag and I thought it was the most beautiful moment that I could capture. At the actual festival when we would separate, I would always make my way back to the light on the flag. It was such a metaphor for any situation. When the storm comes, the sun will always shine again. It took me a while to understand that because sometimes it seems that life throws some curveballs at you and the easiest response would be to curl up in a ball and cry. But that doesn’t get you anywhere except further than you are. I’ve slowly learned that light attracts light and positivity is what will help keep you going. Don’t let the negativity bring you down. ✌🏽️Peaceful Panda

I tried to make this poetic as it tumbled out but I’m not poetic when I speak in real life, we both know that. So I’m leaving the metaphors out of this because I know that they awe you but you never quite understand them and the truth is, neither do I. And I don’t quite know what I’m trying to say, all I know is that there’s something in my chest that you need to know about and it keeps tugging me when I think about you lately. We were in this together, since the beginning, since you were all curls and mischief and princess duvets. And we’re both trying to find out who we are but now we don’t really know who each other is anymore, you’re buried under who you want to be and who you should be and who the world wants you to be. The more I dig for you the more you turn away. And I know you don’t resent me but you should because I look for you in your secrets that I find stowed away in dark places and I find pieces of myself there, in an invisible pride for me that I didn’t know you still had, one that must have been there since you were three and I helped you do up your shoes. I can’t keep living in the past, I’ll wait for you to work things out, I’ll wait for you to grow. I miss my partner in crime.
—  Something I need you to know

Author’s note : Blood is involved. This may or may not be a huge metaphor to something. Song : Pumped up kicks, a classic.

“He’ll look around the room, he won’t tell you his plan.

He’s a cowboy kid” he whispers into my ears. I’m shaking and I can feel Charlie’s strong back tensing up.

We don’t know what is going on. My legs are freezing because how exposed they are to the cold tiles. He tied our wrists together with Charlie’s smooth black tie. I’m trying to wriggle my petite hands out but Charlie’s thick fingers are in the way. He wraps his hand around my pinky finger and I take it as a sign to stop.

“In his dad’s closet, in a box full of fun things, I don’t even know what.

But he’s coming for you, yeah he’s coming for you.” he continues to sing those unknown lyrics in a calm voice. He’s playing with our minds.

We are the only ones left in the office. I don’t know if I’m going to come out of this alive but Charlie got a wife and kids. I’m terrified for them. Regret flows into me as I recall all the forbidden nights that we spent together. Suddenly, he pulls out his gun. A semiautomatic pistol. I let out a squeal. Charlie’s back tenses up even more. He does not see what is happening; the guy is in front of me. The guy shots me a toothy grin and continues his absurd song.

“You better run, better run, outrun my gun.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.”

Tears starts forming into my eyes and I am crying without making a noise. I don’t want Charlie to think he’s not gonna see his kids again. The guy raises his gun and points it at me. I close my eyes and waits for a pain that never comes.


Charlie’s grip loosens.

“Bang. Bang. Bang.”

Four shots and nothing felt. 

I feel something wet against my hair and it’s drizzling down my neck. My eyes open themselves forcefully when I realised that he shot Charlie. The scent of blood fills my nostrils. He’s close to my face now and whispers again. This time, slower.

“Daddy works a long day.

He be coming home late, and he’s coming home late.”

I fight against my restraints, trying to get away from the cooling body. He grabs by the hair and forcefully smashes his lips against mine. I can start tasting bile at the back of my tongue. He sucks onto my lips and looks at me with envy in his eyes.

“We could use those for something else, y'know? I bet they would look good, wrapped around my gun.”

  • Aries: Listen. I will literally fight you. I am NOT going down with a fight. Come back when I'm sleeping or something.
  • Taurus: I've been ready for this my whole life...but can I at least bring a sandwich and my Rolex with me? No? Fine
  • Gemini: You've got the wrong person you've gotta let me go please please hey what's that- that's right! A distraction!!! *runs away*
  • Cancer: Let me ask my mom
  • She said no
  • Leo: I'm literally not ready like I still have a lot of potential to live up to? Please let me stay I can't go yet
  • Virgo: I never thought you were an actual figure, just a metaphor or something, yeah I'm not going with you this is sketchy
  • Libra: Okay just let me pee first *throws self out of window* *ends up going with grim reaper anyways*
  • Scorpio: You're like my long lost twin brother why you gonna do this to a family member
  • Sagittarius: Death is just another adventure........that I am not ready for
  • Capricorn: Ahh yes the sweet embrace of death
  • Aquarius: No wait I gotta tell my friends that you're real, because if you're real then there's an It's just an abyss???? That's not even fair
  • Pisces: Is the soundtrack of hell Iggy Azalea on loop
An Announcement About the Prompts and Trigger Topics

I wanted to put up a better explanation as to why we are now using “taboo” words and about triggering topics.

The Prompts and Taboo Words:

The taboo words are meant as a challenge to you as a writer. This isn’t to limit your creativity, it’s to make you a better writer, and in no way was this done with the intention for you to feel trapped in a box. The intention was to push you to express things differently, and use different words and metaphors to describe something.

Triggering Content:

As stated in each of the poetry riot prompts, we will not reblog content that glorifies certain topics. That does not mean that you cannot write about events in your life that have happened to you that involve one of the topics mentioned. For example, I was raped, it’s something I write about on my own personal blog, however, writing about it and glorifying it are two different things. Not once have I expressed that it is tolerable behavior to rape someone, that my rapist had every right to do what he did. That’s the difference. So, please write about anything that you would like, just know that if you are condoning a certain behavior (sexism, racism, rape, etc.) your piece will not be shared. The intention wasn’t to limit you as a writer or to keep you from speaking about what you’ve been through in life. The intention was to make a point that behaviors like that are not acceptable and we won’t support them or any piece that promotes them in a positive light.

Anyway, I’ve rambled on enough. If you have any questions, disagree with either of these things, you can message me directly at @wednesdayshambles. You can also message @pomegranatepithos as well. We would be more than happy to talk to you about it, listen, and take any feedback you have.

We don’t want to alienate people here. We don’t want you guys to feel like you can’t write about whatever you want to write about, but we will not support anything that makes behaviors, like the above, okay.

Just wanted to clear that up.

Stay rad.


one of my biggest struggles in life is seeing something and wondering if i reblog it tagged Leviathan if its actually at all relatable to Leviathan or if i’ve just been reading Too Deep™ into the characters that I can spin literally anything into a metaphor for Deryn Sharp

If Code Geass characters met Star Wars characters...

As requested by anon

Happy Easter everyone! I was considering doing an Easter-themed List but what would that even entail? So have some Star Wars instead, it’s better.

Edit: Sorry this was late, my queue is being weird because of the clock change.

C.C. and Obi-Wan

Obi-Wan: So did you mentor the protagonist?

C.C.: Well, I gave him his power. And I guess I told him how to use it.

Obi-Wan: You guess?

C.C.: I mostly told him some vague metaphors like “this is the Power of Kings” and “those who use Geass are doomed to walk a path of solitude”. I thought it was helpful but Lelouch didn’t really seem to appreciate it.

Obi-Wan: So, like…”May the Force be with you”?

C.C.: I feel like your ones are too upbeat.

Lelouch and Luke

Luke: I always wanted to do something great with my life, and the Empire was the reason Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru were killed, so I had to do something to stop them.

Lelouch: Hm.

Luke: What? Doesn’t that explain it?

Lelouch: Yeah, but…are you sure they’re dead?

Luke: Huh?

Lelouch: It’s just that I rebelled against an Empire to get revenge for my mother’s death, and she turned out to be fine. And evil. Do ghosts exist in your universe?

Luke: Now that you mention it…

Lelouch: You might want to prepare yourself for a shock.

Euphemia and Leia

Leia: Rebellious-princess-five?

Euphemia: Rebellious-princess-five!


Leia: To the success of the new Republic!

Euphemia: To the…wait, your rebellion actually worked?

Leia: Yes, we won through teamwork and adorable furry animals. What happened with you?

Euphemia: Oh…you know…same thing, pretty much…

Lloyd and Han

Han: No way, I’m not having you tinkering with the Falcon!

Lloyd: But don’t you want it to not break down all the time?

Han: It’s an endearing feature!

Lloyd: I could give it a hadron cannon! Slash harkens, too! Maybe some arms, ooh, and some legs, maybe even a torso!

Han: If you make my ship into a giant C3-PO I’m going to throw you out the airlock.

Suzaku and Darth Vader

Suzaku: Can someone explain to me why I’ve been paired up with the main villain? I’m not sure I like these implications.

Vader: I turned away from my own kind to become the ace of a vast empire suppressing my people.

Vader: I have attempted to kill my Emperor and have confronted an old friend from my days before my change, now an enemy.

Vader: Also I spent most of my time inside a robot.

Vader: So unless you’ve had some kind of similar experience…


Suzaku: Iamnotdarthvaderiamnotdarthvaderiamnotdarthvader

BTS needing to pee but you’re taking too long

A/N: This is my life now, I’m gonna say that you’re in the shower if that’s alright 

Jin: “My god, Y/N I realize you have to wash thoroughly, but you’ve been in there for over an hour, what else is there to clean? I’m going to fucking explode”

Originally posted by jeonjam

Suga: “Aish this woman…..Fine! I’ll just piss on the floor!” 

Originally posted by eatjin

J-hope: *probably sobbing* 

Originally posted by hopejungs

RapMon: *Something about how this is a metaphor for your relationship or whatever, The point is he’s waxing poetic, save your relationship y/n get out of the shower and let the man pee* 

Originally posted by rookieking

Jimin: *nothing gets in the way of Jimin an his bladder* *nothing* (he’s not hitting you he’s busting the door down, this kid’s not about to wait)

Originally posted by jengkook

V: *idk how to caption this but it’s what he would be doing*

Originally posted by kexamna

Jungkook: This problem would not occur, if Jungkook must pee then he will pee, no one can stop him. He is afterall the Golden Maknae ™  

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

A/N: yup