but what the heck dude

Nct’s next song could be Taeil and Doyoung screaming on top of their lungs, Johnny and Ten saying ‘moist oyster’ over and over again, Taeyong repeating 'binggeul binggeul round’, Donghyuk mumbling curse words, Mark saying 'sing sang jisung’ in the weirdest voices, Winwin screaming 'woop woop my ass’, Yuta and Hansol cursing in satoori, Chenle laughing, rest of maknae line yelling “chewing gum” every 8 seconds, Jaehyun saying “my name is Jeff-” on loop and Kun Yukhei and Jungwoo crying “let us out” and I’d jam to it like it’s the best song in the whole world after crying over how “perfect” it is

Ok so this was my first game of dnd. We’re running a 5e campaign and our DM has literally never dm'ed before and it’s all a total experiment. Anyways. I’m a druid. So, we enter this spooky house and our rogue walk upstairs. I’m still downstairs looking around. Upstairs, their’s this canvas.
DM: You look at the canvas. There’s a creepy red marking across it.
Now me, playing a chaotic neutral character decide the best thing to do is:
At this point our rogue in real life just stares at me and is like
Rogue (OOC): Dude. what the heck was that

Turns out that was an important marking. darn.

⭐️~ Follow for more soft gay pastel aesthetic ~⭐️


“ahh Jemma Redgrave, she’s a fine looking big woman isn’t she? a big darling!” 

“now I always think that Jemma looks like she’s being embraced by a midget wearing nail polish there” *laughter* …“she’s being embraced by Imelda Staunton”..


p.s ^ Notable appearance by Louise Delamere who played Colette in Holby city, who I shipped so hard with Serena I can’t explain. And yes that is Rupert Giles s h o o k e t h. Did I mention the film also stars Charlotte Church??

*All quotes by director Craig Ferguson and some other producer dude*


Our experience at Dashcon 2014

I’ve been trying to decide whether or not I actually want to talk about our Dashcon experience.  If you know us IRL you’ll know that my wife and I recently went on a trip to Canada/Chicago purely to attend Dashcon.  And following what happened with the convention, I was in two minds.  Do we simply wash our hands of the whole situation, or do we talk about what happened?

Given that my wife received an anonymous message on her blog telling her to go and hang herself, I was leaning more toward the former.  I almost wanted to pretend like we were never there.  But after reading almost everything about the disaster, I think there are a couple of things that need to be said from our perspective.

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bledge667  asked:

FUCK that legitimate spooked me for like half a second because its pitch black in my room....wait..wait is-is junkrats teeth just the exact same model for the top and bottom row but rotated around? i mean he has the same golden tooth on the top and bottom if you spin them around...


I think you’re right

what the fuck

Stranger Things Pt. 1

Originally posted by jessikaort

Fandom: Marvel
Paring: Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader
Summary: What starts as help with classwork gets complicated when Peter Parker’s night job and you last name start to conflict. Not everything is what it seems, and strange things are getting stranger. No request. I’ve just recently developed an obsession with Peter Parker, and was dying to write something with him :)

You had tunnel vision. The sounds of classmates gossiping and lockers slamming fell away, your eyes locked on the boy with curly brown hair. You tugged down your black jean skirt nervously and made your way to the cafeteria table where the boy sat. The closer you got the more aware you were of his gaze, locked on a crush of his own. You overheard him and his friend discussing the girl- Liz Allen- as they gawked. While it stung a bit to see him wrapped up in someone else you were not about to give up. You were, after all, a Stark. Go big or go party. You told yourself, repeating your father’s mantra to give yourself a boost of confidence.

“Hey Ned,” you said, startling the boys and making them jerk their heads up at you in unison.
“Oh! Hey Y/N!” Ned said, smiling at you. You had known Ned for a year now and were one of the first people to be nice to him when he changed schools. He didn’t exactly fit in, but then again neither did you. “Cool shirt.” he said pointing to your black tee. You looked down at the Stranger Things logo and smiled. 
“Yeah, I can’t wait until the next season. We should have a binge marathon.” Ned nodded enthusiastically. “You can come too- Peter, right?”
The smaller boy hadn’t lost his expression of shock but also studied you as you chatted with him and his friend. “Uh, y-yeah. Peter Parker.”
You knew his name, having had an off and on again crush on the nerdy-friendly type. But you figured acting too eager would bring shame to the family name.
“Well Peter Parker you’re more than welcome. Though I can’t promise Liz Allen will be there…” you smirked as red ran across his cheeks. 
“You uh, you heard us?”
“Hard not to.” you said, “but fear not. I didn’t just come over here to address your concerning stalker tendencies.” Ned and Peter gave embarrassed smiles as you sat down across from them. 
“I actually wanted to ask for your help,” you looked at Peter, noticing for the first time that his eyes were almost the same deep brown as his hair. “We’re in physics together. I sit behind Liz.” you added with a smirk, knowing full well he probably never looked past her. “So I don’t blame you for not noticing.”
“I’ve noticed you.” Peter said and then immediately started backtracking. “I’ve noticed you’re there. In class. That you’re in that class.“
You interrupted, trying to help him before he dug a deeper grave. “Well I’m having a hard time lately, I just can’t seem to wrap my head around the homework. Mr. Graves suggested that I ask you for help.”
You held you breath, watching Peter consider and then start to doubt the request. “I get the basics. It’s just the last few classes.” you said quickly trying to save yourself before he shut you down.
“Y/N, I’m sorry, I- I’m just really busy. I got this new job and it’s…well it’s keeping me up really late-” Peter tried to explain. But as he stumbled for an excuse you got the picture. You stood up to leave, “I get it.” you said “sorry to bother you.”
“See you later. By Ned.”

Ned nudged Peter. “Dude, what the heck?”
“What?!” Peter exclaimed. “You know I’ve got a lot on right now.” his eyes widening to indicate he was talking about the whole Spiderman thing.
“It’s just a few sessions. Plus Y/N’s awesome! Do you know how many guys would kill to spend time with her?” Ned encouraged
“Yeah, how do you know her anyways?”
“I’ll tell you later, go! Stop her!”

“Y/N,” you turned at the sound of your name, almost crashing into Peter as he bolted over to you. He grabbed your arms, steading you from the near collide. “sorry.” he said quickly removing his hands. 
“I’ll help you.”
“You sure?” you cursed yourself silently. Never ask if a guys sure. If he has to think twice he’s not worth your time. You heard your father say in your head.
“Yeah. I don’t start my er, shift, until way after school. You free tonight?”
“Yeah, thanks so much!” you said feeling a few butterflies come to life in your stomach. You clutched you books closer to your body to try and stifle them. 
“Do you live nearby? Or would a Starbucks be better?” you asked
“Uh,” Peter thought back to his nosey (but endearing) Aunt May and cluttered bedroom, “Starbucks. The one near the subway station.”
“Perfect. See you there.” you said turning to leave, “thanks again.”
As you were leaving Ned appeared next to Peter. “Nice recovery. Now all you have to worry about is your webbing unexpectedly exploding in your backpack. Or your mask falling out of your pocket.”
“Well I didn’t know I needed to worry about that,” said Peter watching you walk away. There was something about you that felt familiar and scary all at the same time. “But now it’s top of the list.”
“Next to aliens,” Ned offered.
“Next to aliens.” Peter confirmed.

Imagine Dean being jealous of how close you are with Stefan.

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

“Really now?” Dean’s groan was heard behind you and you blinked several times at him when you took your eyes from your phone.

“What?” you asked the older Winchester as the younger didn’t even blink. Too focused on finding information on your newest enemy.

“What what?” he scoffed “Don’t you ever stop texting or what?”

“I’m just getting done Dean.” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“That’s what you said about half an hour ago!” he exclaimed and Sam snickered slightly, only to get a bitch-face from his older sibling.

“Dude what the heck is wrong with you?!” you raised your arms “I am talking with Stefan and he is informing me about the sirens and everything that is going on there!”

“Right. Informing you.” Dean pursed his lips “For an entire fucking hour! And let me guess, him talking to you about how those bitches killed so many people made you giggle right? Because don’t deny it-” he pointed a finger at you “I heard you giggle (Y/n)!”

“So what if I did?!” you scoffed “Geez Dean, what’s gotten into your pants anyways?”

“Apparently nothing- or a least not what he’d want. That’s why.” Sam muttered but then groaned when Dean hit him hard in the head. He gave him a look, warning almost of something, and Sam only rolled his eyes.

“Whatever with you.” he mumbled, focusing again on what he was previously reading.

“And just so you know I didn’t giggle at that. Stef is just positive because everything seems to be going better and he just you know- he was just saying a joke.”

“Stef? He is Stef all of a sudden?” Dean’s eyebrows shot up and for what seemed like the millionth time you rolled your eyes.

“What joke?” Sam asked bored but still interested as he rested his chin on his hand.

“It’s one about sirens and-” you started with a giggle but the hard look on Dean’s face stopped you and you got serious again.

“Really?” Dean hissed, giving his brother a look of disbelief.

“What?!” Sam exclaimed.

“Shut it Sam, you are just- not helping.”

“Not helping in what? If you mean supporting you in this crazy moment of jealousy then thanks but no thanks.” Sam huffed, grabbing his computer and leaving the two of you; after giving you a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“Wh-what?!” Dean’s voice rose an octave as he stared in disbelief in Sam’s way “I’m not- I’m- not- Shut up.” he grumbled, running a hand down his face.

“And you-” he pointed a finger at you and you straightened your back “Jokes? Really? And about sirens? What’s next? Jokes about the devil?”

“I actually had a good one-” you looked down at your phone but before you could realize it he hd grabbed it and turned it off completely with a kind of satisfaction you had never seen before.

“Hey!” you exclaimed and he grinned, proud of himself for what he had done.

“Now we really get to talk.”

“Stefan’s gonna think I am ignoring him Dean!” you pointed to the phone and he shrugged, his smile getting bigger.

“Let him think! I don’t give a crap. Just ignore him for a little bit. Youve been ignoring me for the entire week!” he huffed little a little child and you blinked.

“I-Ignoring you? I- I wasn’t Dean!” you defended yourself, because truth was that even if it has happened you had never meant it.

“Yeah right. That’s why you were texting non-stop with- with fangs boy! I can’t even believe I am saying this!” he made a gagging face and you frowned at him.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you sighed, tired of his bitching.

“He’s a vampire (Y/n)! He’s a freaking vampire! And not only have we let him live but we are also helping him with his problems!”

“Alright, first: his problems are ours too. Those sirens are killing people and we need to stop that no matter the case. And second: you were best friends with a vampire yourself! Why can’t I too?”

“Because you’re freaking flirting with him!” the words left his lips before he could stop them but for a moment he didn’t seem to care about stopping them.

“What?” you scoffed.

“Just what you heard.” he clenched his jaw “You are flirting with him, and he is too and you are just letting him be.”

“And why the heck does it matter to you huh?” you huffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest and he was takenaback for a moment “You’re not my boyfriend, are you?”

“I- I’m- I’m your friend!” he said as if it was some excuse when he wanted (and you really wished that) to say that he didn’t see you as just a friend.

“And that’s suddenly supposed to give you the right?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I’m your best friend!” he huffed slightly, an adorable frown on his face that almost made you smile but you held it back.

“I know, and I’m not going to replace you.” you shrugged “If I get a boyfriend-”

“A what?!” his voice came out high pitched and you literally struggled to keep yourself from giggling.

“I’m just saying.” you raised your arms in the air. Although truth be told the friendship you had with Stefan wasn’t all that innocent either. There was always some underlining tension but he was just too sweet to be too forward about it.

“Wh-what?” he scoffed “Salvatore guy?” he frowned and you shrugged.

“Yeah, why not? I mean he is a great. Nice, sweet-”

“He’s a freaking vampire (Y/n)!” he exclaimed, as if it was supposed to be a deterrent “We are supposed to hunt vampires! You are supposed to hunt vampires! Not- not go and- and make out with them!” he made a disgusted face.

“Sheesh don’t get your pants in a twist.” you huffed, rolling your eyes “So long as I don’t have to put up with your jealous ass-”

“I’m not jealous!” he almost squeaked out “I’m- I’m just not!”

“Yeah Dean, keep trying to convince yourself.” you sighed and he gave you a look.

“I’m just- I’m not ok?” he huffed “Who should I be jealous off? The guy is practically dead!”

“Well, if you think about it-” you shrugged “So are you, right?”

“Not the point!” Dean exclaimed, shifting awkwardly in his place.

“Right, the point is that your eyes are more green than ever just because you are not jealous of Stefan.” you rolled your eyes as you snatched your phone from his hand “If that helps you sleep at night.” you shrugged as you walked past him.

And he kept huffing and puffing like a little child “I’m not… jealous.” he mumbled.