bridge crash

amazing moments in potc5

- the return of my son william turner and his son henry to grace us at the beginning
- (captain) jack waking up not knowing how tf he managed to get locked in the bank and after realizing decided to tell everybody else
- the amazing Ripped Af™ horses pulling the entire bank (even the building) down the street while the pirates theme played
- “there’s a woman in my shop. there’s a woman and a pirate in my shop!” “today’s ur lucky day then”
- “filthy pirate” “there’s no need for name calling”
- jack’s slow mo run and leap over the bridge as the building crashes through it
- carina and jack arguing while they were about to be killed bc jack wanted to be hung instead of getting his head chopped off and the crowd actually listened lmao
- the lowkey dick jokes “wish i was hung”
- carina running off bc ghosts and jack simply “love 2 stay and chat but my map’s run off”
- henry “i saw her ankles” turner
- uncle Jack Sparrow™ protecting his boy henry from salazar’s sharks
- jack calling barbossa his bff
- THE MONKEY’S BACK i love the monkey
- barbossa saving the day like the True hero he is
- “what am i to you?” “you’re treasure”
- henry and carina holding hands and smiling at my parents will and elizabeth, Relatable
- uncle jack watching from afar pretending he’s not happy for them when in fact he sails willabeth more than he sails any ship ever even the black pearl

the whole movie basically, it was amazing

Seventeen as shit my teachers have said
  • S.Coups: "We must sit in an unusual way to write the exam. I will call by number, in alpha order. Seungkwan you are first, enter the cave, we'll see if you survive."
  • Jeonghan: "Haha, joke's on you. Since I took a bath in the River Styx, I'm basically immortal."
  • Joshua: "QUIET. The next person to speak has detention. . . Now, does anyone know the answer to question 3? Yes, Hansol?"
  • "I think it's--"
  • "sIkE, NoW yoU've goT DeTentIoN."
  • Jun: "So now I have over 10 years worth of sketches of The Underworld stacked inside my house. . . I framed two of the sketches because they were so pretty. I'll probably make a patchwork quilt out of the rest."
  • Wonwoo: "No homework? Sorry, I couldn't hear you over my two PhDs."
  • Hoshi: "I could do this in kindergarten."
  • "I didn't even know what a number was in kindergarten."
  • "Well, it was senior kindergarten."
  • Woozi: "That was a very interesting comment. You know what would make it more interesting? If you kept it to yourself."
  • The8: "You're going to kill your son, and God will laugh at you because you're stupid."
  • DK: "I finally get the number B."
  • Student: "So Mr. Kim broke 2 bridges?"
  • *CRASH*
  • Mingyu: "Oops."
  • Seungkwan: "Even I look at it and think OH SHITTTT."
  • Vernon: "YOLO price for 10 dollars."
  • Chan: "Haha, doesn't my pointer stick kind of look like nunchucks?" *continues to swing around pointer stick and make pew pew pew noises*
Mark Plays Crash Bandicoot

Mark: Oh, this is easy. I doubt it will get any harder

Crash: Hold my beer

if any of my four thousand followers aren’t aware, there was a major incident in london yesterday. people have died. a police officer. civilians. an unnamed man drove on the sidewalk on westminister bridge, crashing into the railings outside parliament, then stabbed a police officer before being shot just inside the grounds of westminister.

i was out in liverpool at the time and saw an increased police presence at the train stations and on the ground around town. i don’t have the words required to express how i feel about all of this, but i haven’t seen anything on my dash about london (not one thing) and i don’t know how i feel about that when i see plenty about attacks in france and germany and so on. but regardless, please don’t act violently or harshly to any minority for this. single persons or groups are responsible, not everyone in a minority.

don’t let the ones who commit horrific acts win by giving in to hate and prejudice. please don’t

@anonymous: “11 for the fic meme (whoever you want)?” (“You’re going to make it. Just stay awake.”)

Dorian presses his hand against the glass. There’s no reflection in this mirror, this thing of cold and glass. It’s a pale illusion of a place he should not be and somewhere cannot go. There is a ripple of magic around the edges, but only bitterness underneath his palm. All the magic had been swept away from it the moment Lavellan stepped through. Without them, without him, all alone. He thinks that if he just pushes hard enough, he might be able to slip through the mirror, find a way to protect him.

He loses track of how long he stands in one place, staring at green grass and blue skies. Behind him, the moon shines brightly and Bull kicks a rock off the bridge, watches it crash into the waves below. Cole stands in silence, that hat covering his eyes. There’s nothing they can do but wait. In the heart of enemy territory, the bleating cry of a dragon in the distance. Dorian’s hand slips from the mirror as he turns to pace. Wrapping arms around himself, trying to protect himself from a chill only he can feel.

“Walking, wounded, wanting. I have to see him. I have to see him again. One last time. Dorian, Dorian, Dorian,” Cole mutters under his breath. Bull straightens, the worry in the downturn of his mouth. Looking between Cole who now fidgets, and Dorian whose pacing has gone still. That chill again, wrapping around his spine, twisting with sickness, working its way into his lungs. He closes the distance between them, his hands crushing on Cole’s shoulders.

“What did you say?” His words sound hollow with panic, eyes wide and searching. Bull is making his way towards them, ready to pull them apart if he has to. Cole does not falter under his grasp, and the words spill readily from his mouth.

“One more step, I have to make it, I have to see –”

“Dorian.” A voice not from Cole, not from Bull. The mirror shatters once he steps through. Hunched and limping, grasping at his arm. What was once a mess of green, twisting vines that seeped from the anchor, is now a smoking husk. Blood drops from his fingertips. It seems almost boneless, twisted, a ruin of what once was. Dorian runs to him, opens his arms and Lavellan falls into them gratefully.

Dorian lowers them gently to the floor as Lavellan shakes in his arms. He’s paler than he should be, a sheen of sweat on his face. Cold to the touch, not unlike the mirror. His breathing shallow, his eyes can’t remain open for long. Dorian cradles him tightly. “I’m here amatus,” he says, brushing away the stray strands of hair on his face. Lavellan’s teeth are chatting. Dorian can only hold him closer. His arm lies limp on the other side, the waste of a thing, blood pooling underneath it.

The Iron Bull kneels down beside him, presses thick fingers against it. Lavellan convulses in his arms, cries out. Dorian’s hand flutters to his cheek, his forehead presses against his as he murmurs such soothing and soft things, things he’s not sure he can hear. “This needs to come off,” Bull says grimly, “now.” Dorian looks up at him, back down at the man in his arms.

“No,” he’s saying, “no, no, no. My bow. I can’t – I need my arm. How will I fight? I need to fight.” His words move from soft delirium to a cutting edge, harder, biting in his mouth. “I need to fight.” He repeats it over and over like a mantra. Dorian gently lowers him to the cobble bridge as Bull sets the arm in place. Lavellan is still protesting, but does not have the strength to move. Cole holds his shoulders down.

Dorian keeps a hand on his chest, the other at his face. Tracing the lines of his vallaslin, the curve of his cheekbones, the line of his jaw. How many times had Lavellan spoken to him about crafting a bow? The way his face would light up, the fire of passion in his eyes. Hands over carving, etching the silhouette of a snake onto his bow. Fletching arrows with purpose, speaking to Dorian lightly. Lavellan reaches up now, fists his last good hand into his tunic. “No,” he begs.

Dorian takes that hand in his, presses a kiss to his knuckles. “It will be alright amatus,” he tells him. He doesn’t watch when Bull brings his axe down. He only watches at the way Lavellan twists, the tears spilling from his eyes. The way he shakes and chatters as Dorian throws as much healing as he knows at the bloody stump. If only he knew more. “Mahanon stay with me. Open your eyes, please.” 

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The sound of horses’ hooves clopping along the ground, the slow gentle creaking of the wagon laden with gifts and supplies, and the occasional murmured conversation among soldiers was the only break in the still silent air of the early morning.

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