brain is crying

  • Kevin: You chloroformed Dr. McCoy?
  • Sulu: We are in trouble. We have to do something.
  • Kevin: I don't know what to do! My whole brain is crying!
  • Chekov: Hey, hey. I have an idea.
  • Chekov: It may sound a little weird but trust me.
  • *Few hours later*
  • *Everyone is laying on the ground
  • Bones: *wakes up groaning*
  • Everyone: *starts groaning*
  • Bones: What the hell happened?
  • Sulu: Oh, we ALL got chloroformed.

Surprise! I’m your secret skk valentine, @soukoku-writes!!
I suppose this can also count as my gift to you for uploading your first fic~
Guys, please check out Bob’s amazing writing. Here’s her ao3. 
Also, thank you to everyone who participated in the skk valentines exchange!!
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ACTUAL LONG-SUFFERING SINGLE DAD CHRISTOPHER PIKE

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Yoonkook Week Day 1: Favorite moment(ssssss) 

  • Psychic: *reads my mind*
  • My brain: GO GO LET'S GO LET'S GO DATEKO GO GO LET'S GO LET'S GO DATEKO GO GO LET'S GO LET'S GO DATEKO GO GO LET'S GO LET'S GO DATEKO GO GO LET'S GO LET'S GO DATEKO GO GO LET'S GO LET'S GO DATEKO
  • Psychic: what the fuck
  • Me: I don't know make it stop
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hello, goodbyes hung on our lips
the beginning of us, those swingin’ doors
hearts not the same as they were before

      i remember those days when love kept us waiting all night
        for headlights

For @awonderlandabyss who wanted Keith in 4A and Allura in 5A AND IT TURNS OUT LOOKING AT YOUR REQUEST AGAIN YOU ACTUALLY WANTED IT THE OTHER WAY AROUND WHOOPS

Retro Shoujo THEFUCKDIDYAJUSTSAY Couple 

will correct my mistake later because the thing has been drawn and I never pass up the chance to draw my favorite screeching goblin ship so

Thing With Arms Expression Request (i will strive to not let this mistake happen again)

  • brain: ur not borderline
  • me: i literally had a breakdown today abt my relationship with others
  • brain: yea but it wasnt the right kind of breakdown
An Oliver’s Birthday Fic

General | Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak | Speculation Fic


Surprise!” 

People yelled.

Confetti exploded above his head. 

Oliver blinked several times to ensure it wasn’t a dream and glanced around the room. His team - his family - stood before him, all with giant smiles on their faces. Felicity, his sister, Lance, Diggle, and the rest of the team. “Wh-What…what is all of this?” 

“Told ya he’d forget!” Thea bounced forward and threw her arms around his neck. “Happy birthday, Ollie!” 

Happy…oh, God. He’d completely forgotten. For probably the tenth year in a row. Maybe more, if he counted the years he drank his birthday away. Oliver looked down at his sister, practically exploding with excitement, and then at Felicity. She wore a dress that could have brought his heart to the ground, and that hair…he loved her hair like that. 

And she was smiling. 

Bigger than he’d seen her smile for a long time. 

Tears filled his eyes as he looked around the room. They’d decorated with streamers and balloons, and a cake that said ‘Happy Birthday Oliver!’ in green cursive letters sat on the counter. They threw him a party. “I-I…” dear God, he was gonna cry. “I don’t know what to say.” 

“We figured that you’d forget and probably wouldn’t have a chance to prepare your speech.” Curtis chuckled. “Rene and Dinah were curious as to what speechless Oliver looked like.” 

“Well,” he slid his hands into his pockets and shifted his weight to his other foot, “you got it.” He looked around the room again. It wasn’t like he couldn’t believe his team would do this for him; he knew how much they loved him, despite how hard he tried to push them away. It was just that he couldn’t believe he was here. Ten years ago, he could count how many real friends he had on one hand. He’d been through hell and back since then, murdering people in cold blood, causing heartache wherever he stepped, failing to make any relationship work. And somehow…he got to here. Standing in the Loft, at his birthday party. “I don’t deserve any of this.” 

“Yes.” Felicity stopped towards him, her hand reached out to touch his arm, “Yes, you do. If we had a bit more time, we’d throw you at least ten parties to make up for all the times you didn’t get one. Because, Oliver,” her hand settled on his cheek, sending tingles down to his toes, “You deserve a birthday party more than anyone.”