can you feel it mr krabs

anonymous asked:

if ur still doing the "5sos would includes" i was just thinking a "being friends with 5sos would include..." where it's just all the boys equally and together as a group.

best friends with 5sos would include:

  • the constant torment of ongoing prank wars
  • where you typically would play double agent and align yourself with both sides
  • that is, until they find out and you endure the full brunt of whatever revenge they have planned
  • different vacation destinations planned out because they know how much you’d love to travel the world
  • karaoke sing-a-longs on road trips 
  • calum’s passionate rendition of the proclaimers’ “i’m gonna be (500 miles)” 
  • all while ashton ad-libs along and drums his fingers against the dashboard
  • often squished in the backseat between band members 
  • they say it’s because they miss you
  • you really just make a nice headrest
  • telling them they suck
  • luke pulling out the receipts from when he caught you singing along to “voodoo doll”
  • actually getting excited about all of the music release
  • persistent nagging and slight begging your strongest weapon 
  • “music? mUSIC? MUSIC!”
  • eventually michael will start calling you the seagulls from nemo
  • no matter your height, you have become their armrest, whether you accept this or not
  • constant profanities are the sign of utmost love and affection
  • “FUCK YOU”
  • “YOU’LL HAVE TO BUY ME DINNER FIRST” 
  • “AWWWW, MAYBE FUCK YOU WILL BE OUR ALWAYS” 
  • you getting inspired by lip-sync battles and deciding to have your own
  • which is why you were now being ‘serenaded’ by michael’s performance of “stacy’s mom” 
  • and also received the world’s most awkward lap dance from luke while he ‘sang’ “rude boy” 
  • eventually all hell and chaos would break through
  • honestly you were surprised it lasted through the first song
  • selfies
  • group selfies
  • sneaky selfies
  • threatening to murder ashton iF HE DOESN’T PUT DOWN HIS FUCKING PHONE GODDAMMIT ASHTON
  • the boys loving it when you play with their hair 
  • like you apparently just have the softest touch 
  • calum’s eyes literally lighting up when you ask if he’d teach you the bass
  • “you don’t understand, the bass is so underrated and—“ 
  • “(Y/N), did you hear me? i said the bass is so underrated…” 
  • each of the boys hug so differently but each one is so warm and inviting
  • no one minds taking the piss out at one another
  • facetime and snapchat is your primary form of communication while they’re on tour
  • only because text conversations consist of emoji series and gifs
  • or the occasional spongebob quotes
  • always always always with the penis jokes
  • as if you grown children could go without giggling at the word 
  • never actually saying goodbye whenever they have to leave 
  • because as cheesy as it is, it’s too hard to actually say the word ‘goodbye’ to them
  • so instead you’ll whisper “can you feel it, mr. krabs?” into their ear when they pull you in for a final hug
  • “…fuck you”

calum + michael + luke + ashton

guess who just got her wifi back after a month without it? this gal! sorry if this wasn’t all that great, but i’d like to think it’s decent at best. let me know what you think? love you all. xx

Thanks to the comparisons between Mr. Krabs and Sinclair all I can think about is

- Sinclair and Delta killing the health inspector and having to bury the body.

- Sinclair making a shitty ass theme park to get a quick buck.

- Sinclair going into a coma because Grace, Jack, Delta, and Eleanor sold his old ass mattress full of money.

- Sinclair selling Eleanor’s soul to Satan for 62 cents.

- Sinclair losing his millionth dollar and making Eleanor and Delta bait for whatever took it.

- “Are you feeling it now, Mr. Sinclair?”

- “MOAR”

- The Little Sisters tying him up and breaking his shit because they think he’s a robot.

- Sinclair making Eleanor spend his money on luxurious gifts for Delta only to lose shit because she’s spending his money.

- The boots.

- Sinclair nearly killing himself because he’s too cheap to throw out expired food and eats it himself because no one else will.

- “DAY 15 GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15.”

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ok i know this is supposed to be a heart warming tribute

and the collection goes all the way awf

but every time the soundtrack goes “can you feel it”

i just think of sponge bob saying “are you feeling it now mr.krabs”

Ghostbusters (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reckless!Reader

Warning: Cursing, ghosts and stuff

Summary: Y/n prides herself in being a ghost hunter and Peter is pretty sure ghosts aren’t real. One day while the city is quiet and Peter doesn’t have to fight crime, Y/n decides that she and Peter need to hunt some ghosts.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is just a funny little fic I thought up while watching Buzzfeed Unsolved. Those guys crack me up and I thought what Peter would be like while ghost hunting. 

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“Peter… Peter… Peter!” Y/n spoke softly, shaking Peter’s sleeping body wildly as she pushed him off his desk.

Peter’s eyes opened slowly as he jerked away from his best friend. He leaned back in his seat, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and examined his friend. 

“What is that?” he asked, pointing to Y/n’s head.

Y/n stood before him, her arms crossed over her chest as she shivered in the cool room. She had on the hoodie Peter had been looking for for months, ripped jeans, a beanie and boots, not too different from her normal attire, but the thing that Peter questioned was the small camera Y/n had strapped to her beanie.

“It’s my ghost hunting camera.” Y/n stated in a matter-of-fact tone. 

“And why do you have that?” Peter asked, hoping she wouldn’t say it. 

“Cause you and me, Petey, we’re going ghost hunting.” Y/n grinned. 

“And she said it.” Peter muttered to himself before rising from his seat. “Bug, how many times do I have to tell you? Ghosts are not real. They aren’t scientifically possible.”

“Um, yes they are. And they are scientifically possible. Paranormal science exists for a reason, you know.” 

“Just because you saw paranormal science in a Ghostbusters movie does not mean it is a real thing.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

Y/n squinted at the boy. “I don’t believe you.”

“The Mandela Effect you keep talking about isn’t real, either.”

Y/n gasped dramatically and put a hand to her chest. “Don’t you dare use the Mandela Effect’s name in vain! And if you can be bitten by a radioactive spider, as stupid as it sounds, then all I believe in can be real. Now, get dressed. We’re going out.”


Peter steadied the flashlight in his hand. He would never tell Y/n, but he was quite scared of being in the dark open spaces of the abandoned hospital she had taken him to. 

“Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?” Y/n asked, wiggling her brows as Peter shined his flashlight on her. 

“What do you mean?” Peter gave her a look. 

“Don’t you feel the ghosts? The crazy energy of this place?”

“The only thing I’m feeling is stupidity for following you here.”

“Oh, come on, Petey. Lighten up! This is fun!” Y/n skipped down the dark hall, her beam of light being the only thing that Peter could see until he couldn’t see it much longer.

He felt panic swell up in his chest as he sprinted down the hall to where he had last seen Y/n. It was when he was panting and sick to his stomach that he felt a hand creep up his shoulder. He screamed loudly and jumped as a laugh emerged from behind him.

“Oh…my…god! I got you so good!” Y/n said in between laughs. “I think I might pee myself! Ah!”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, bug. You’re hilarious.” Peter replied sarcastically, clutching his chest as he tried to get his heartbeat to slow.

“I am very hilarious, thank you.” Y/n smiled as she wiped joyful tears from her eyes. “Now let’s get serious.”

“Like you’re ever seri-”

“Shut it, bug boy! It’s time to be serious.” Y/n cut Peter off, positioning the flashlight so that the light was illuminating her face in a dramatic way. “Now, a little run down of the history of this place. It was build in the 1900s, started out as a normal hospital, then became a sanitarium in the 1920s. They were so cruel as a sanitarium people believe there are angry spirits still haunting the east wing that had the shock therapy. Then, in the 1960s, it was shut down after a homicidal patient killed two nurses and a doctor in room 209.”

“And?” 

“We’re gonna go there. I wanna get spooked, duh.”

“I don’t know if we should go up there, bug.”

“Why? Are you scared, Peter?” Y/n mocked like a child, throwing her arm around Peter’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you, Spider-boy.”

‘I’m not scared. I just don’t trust the structure of this building.”

“Nope, you’re totally scared.”

“I am not scared.”

“Then prove it.” Y/n said, removing her arm from around Peter. “Race ya to room 209!”

Y/n began to take off, sprinting up the stairs as Peter gasped dramatically. 

“Wait for me!” Peter yelled, running after the laughing girl.

Y/n stood as still as a statue in the hall, the beam of light illuminating from her flashlight shook as Peter slowed down and walked towards her. 

Y/n’s flashlight was following the wheelchair that sat in the middle of the hallway, a wheelchair that had not stayed stagnant, but rolled back and forth the width of the hallway slowly, as if someone in it didn’t know how to use it. 

“Haha, very funny, bug. Where’s the fishing line or the person controlling the chair?” Peter stated sarcastically as he walked past Y/n.

“No…no! Peter, don’t!” Y/n stammered, her face as white as a ghost. 

“Don’t what? Touch the wheelchair?” Peter asked, walking toward the chair before it wheeled backwards and bumped into him before skittering down the hallway as Y/n let out a shriek. 

“I wasn’t doing that, Peter! Holy shit! I wasn’t doing that and we’re the only people in here!” Y/n cried, tears rimming her e/c eyes as Peter walked towards her with a nervous chuckle. 

“What are you talking about, bug? That was obviously remote controlled or something. You were just trying to scare me, right?”

“I-I was at first, but that wasn’t a prank I was pulling on you. It was a ghost! A motherfucking ghost!” Y/n cried as Peter turned as white as a sheet.

“What? That wasn’t you?” Y/n shook her head. 

“Fuck this! Ghostbusting is the worst! I’m pretty sure I pissed myself. The ghostbusters make this seem so easy.” Y/n rambled as Peter approached her, laughing loudly. “What? Why are you laughing?”

“Because- because I got you so good! Oh my god, bug, that was just a remote control!” Peter cried between laughs. “Come here, look.” 

Peter pulled out a remote controller from his pocket and flipped a switch on it and moved the joystick as the wheelchair came zooming down the hallway. He made it do a few turns before Y/n finally got herself to calm down.

“You are the absolute worst, Peter Parker.” Y/n said as she began to calm down. “But, I really think we should go.”

“What? Why?”

“Cause I really did piss myself…” Y/n stated softly, a blush rising to her cheeks. 

Peter chuckled. “Oh god, bug, seriously?” Y/n nodded. “Okay, let’s go back home, but you are going to sit on your jacket in the car cause you and I know both know May would be made if the car smelled like pee.”

“Well, I hope you know that this is your jacket.” Y/n giggled as she began to walk away, cursing herself with every step while Peter followed with a groan. 

They reached the entrance to the building faster than Y/n had expected when they hear a groan from up the stairs. 

“Did you hear that?” Y/n asked, looking over at Peter. 

“It was probably nothing, we should go.”

“No, I wanna know what that was.” Y/n argued before turning towards the staircase. “Hello?!” 

Her voice echoed for a moment before the two hear an ear piercing scream and they scrambled out the doors. 

Two of Peter’s jackets still smell.

awesomegayurl  asked:

I keep wanting to send in an ask. But then I type something up, and feel like its not good enough. And I delete it and feel like shit for three days, and then do it all again.

Okay wow never feel bad you can literally send me “Do you feel it Mr krabs?” and I’ll be super happy!

Hey guys! I’ve been having a bit of a magical slump, which is why I haven’t been so active on this blog. I am sorry for that; I do miss witchcraft, and all you guys, but I just haven’t been feeling it Mr Krabs, and I don’t wanna force it either.  

I am still on Tumblr pretty often, though, over at my anime blog @mon-omoide​. So if you ever need to get a hold of me for whatever reason (or you just want to know how much of a weeb I really am), you can find me there!

should you fight this character, spongebob edition part 2:
  • pearl krabs: if you REALLY want mr. krabs to bury you, sure! otherwise, i wouldn't advise it.
  • betsy krabs: likewise, i wouldn't advise fighting betsy. not only would it upset mr. krabs, but i know she could pummel you into the ground herself. she's a strong woman.
  • karen plankton: aside from the absurdity of wanting to fight a computer, literally why would you WANT to fight her though? she may be snarky but she tries her best and she's loyal and faithful to a husband who never appreciates her and cheats on her frequently. she doesn't deserve this. pls be nice to her
  • squilliam fancyson: i say go for it. he's rich and famous so he can afford the hospital bill and he can afford a good lawyer to sue you with... but won't it feel sweet to sock him in the ... anywhere, just, hit him.
  • mrs. puff: she's gone to prison a few times, has skipped town and changed her name living as a new identity before, and has implied she would kill mr. krabs if she saw him again after he tried stealing from her. i wouldn't if i were you. who knows what she's capable of? it's just not worth it.
  • harold "bill""scott" reginald: yes, he's a background character. but he's a background character who keeps starting shit with everyone. ABSOLUTELY fight harold "bill""scott" reginald.

Ugh seriously. I just need to vent. Can people PLEASE STOP making all this unnecessary hate of Musical Mr. Krabs? I can’t stand checking the SB musical tags and seeing all these posts trashing him. Because Carlos left the cast, and is feeling pretty shitty about it, and I’m feeling shitty about it, I don’t need to see all this Krabs negativity right now. I don’t care if you don’t like the actor or the character, but please keep it to yourself. Don’t tag your hate. The tag should be used to spread unconditional love for this show. Yes, the playwrights didn’t exactly make Mr. Krabs the most sympathetic character, nor have the new SB seasons, but that doesn’t mean he’s an INHERENTLY bad character. Once upon a time, he had potential, and no matter how they decided to portray him as a one-note money whore with very little redeeming qualities in the musical, in my humble opinion, Carlos played him exceptionally well despite that. I don’t mind so much that he doesn’t sound like Clancy Brown, I liked his unique spin on the voice, and I think he looks the most like how I think a human Mr. Krabs would look. I think he nailed the body language (the way he always stood with a hunch like a crab), and the facial expressions (that one eyebrow raised, that lopsided grin). He was like a guy straight out of Hell’s Kitchen, he was perfect. But that’s just my opinion and I respect people who weren’t thrilled by his interpretation, but I’d rather not see all this negativity. I’m sad he left because I liked seeing some Latino representation in the show, being half Latino myself. So if you don’t like him, fine, if you hate Mr. Krabs in the musical, fine, but please keep it out of the tags.

Thank you.

This has been a PSA.

the signs as spongebob quotes
  • aries: Is mayonnaise an instrument?
  • taurus: I guess you're gonna miss the.......panty raid
  • gemini: FIRMLY GRASP IT
  • cancer: We've been smeckledorfed!
  • leo: Who you callin' pinhead?
  • virgo: That smell, a kind of smelly smell, the smelly smell that smells...smelly.
  • libra: Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen, he was #1!
  • scorpio: MY LEG
  • sagittarius: I'm ugly and I'm proud!
  • capricorn: I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
  • aquarius: SOILED IT
  • pisces: Can you feel it Mr. Krabs?