Lexa only breaks out of her wondered daze when she hears Clarke giggling beside her. Her blue eyes are glassy when Lexa looks at her. She frowns in confusion until Clarke grabs her cheeks and kisses her messily. “Your face,” she whispers in explanation.
Trini and Kimberly sneak into a movie theater (because they’re power rangers why not?) and they find it full of children watching Moana. Trini complains about how it’s not some horror or action movie and Kim some how convinces Trini to stay and watches it.
For the next month Trini and Kim are constantly singing “How Far I’ll Go” and Billy is so confused and constantly asking Jason, “Where are they going? Why do they keep talking about leaving??”
Eventually, Trini and Kim watch Moana with Billy and they’re all obsessed with the soundtrack.
When the Gents took off for the day they didn’t expect to come home to this. Sure, leaving Gavin, Michael and Jeremy aimless and unsupervised for any length of time is never the best plan, somehow even worse when you throw Lindsay into the mix, but Trevor had been around. Trevor who, on second thought, takes far too much glee in passively overseeing mayhem from a distance without actually taking steps to stop it to be a reliable supervisor. Huh. Throw in the fact that Geoff had made them promise to keep a lid on their mayhem for the day, stick around the penthouse and behave themselves and yeah, disaster was inevitable. Still, there’s disobedience, there’s leaving base for a little joyride or antagonising the police or holding-up the convenience store two blocks over, and then there is this.
The living room of the penthouse is in complete disarray, bottles and cans, straws, a vuvuzela and what looks like hairspray strewn all around the room - Geoff’s first thought was that his idiots have gotten drunk and taken off with some kind of haphazard homemade bomb. This is terrifying for a number of reasons but honestly Geoff is mostly just lamenting the mess he’ll inevitably be left to clean up. His second thought, wading through the disaster zone as Jack sighs and starts chugging straight out of an abandoned vodka bottle, after Ryan points out the chain of extension cords trailing up the stairs to the rooftop access door, is that his idiots have gotten drunk and are throwing things from his building. Delightful.
None of the three know what to expect when they start climbing the stairs but they can’t help but pick up the pace when Michael’s shouting drifts into earshot, “Jesus man you’re killing him!” The following onslaught of expletives not quite drowning out Gavin’s distinctive squawking and an awful, inhuman kind of moaning. The fact that Lindsay is laughing, loud and helplessly breathless over the rising din honestly isn’t in any way comforting; that woman would chortle her way through the apocalypse and they all know it.
The sight they’re met with when they make it to the roof really isn’t as enlightening as one might hope. The cans have made their way up here too, a rainbow array of silly-string, the kind they used to use to block camera’s and identify hidden traps before their new supplier moved them on to the plain white military grade stuff that actually sticks the first time. What the surplus has been used for while the Gents were working is immediately evident, though the why is honestly anyone’s guess.
Jeremy, face unrecognisable under a veritable mountain of colourful silly-string and spluttering through his breathing straws, is charging full tilt after a shrieking Gavin who’s still clutching an aerosol can of glue. Add Lindsay charging along in the rear, delightedly blasting Jeremy’s horrifying home-made mask with a hairdryer, and Michael going red in the face shouting at the top of his lungs as he runs in loops to keep them all from careening too close to the edges of the roof, and all they’re missing is the Benny Hill theme playing in the background. An oversight Trevor is probably already considering, sat safely away on the raised lip of the helipad and recording the action with his phone, grin a mile wide as he very helpfully calls out various obstacles just a second too late for Jeremy to avoid.
Somewhere under the blanket of confused disbelief Geoff registers Jack shaking her head, diving back into the bottle with gusto as she wanders towards Trevor, catches Ryan smirking and slinking off to sneak up on the action, tries to come to terms with the fact that this is his crew. That after all this time they can still blow him away with the utter absurdity of their antics. Everyone here is armed, all dangerous, every single one of them is a ruthless murderer.
There’s a thump, a yelp, cries of foul-play as Ryan croons out some disturbingly excessive line and holds Gavin still for Jeremy’s gleeful retribution. Jack shoves Trevor from his perch and he dances closer for a better angle as a cackling Michael presses silly-string into Jeremy’s blind grasp, Lindsay’s hairdryer still roaring away as she calls out requests over Gavin’s objections.
Geoff is the most powerful man in Los Santos. These morons are the most dangerous people in the city. The Fake AH Crew now lives in a building caked in glued on straws, silly string and probably glitter. Somehow there is always fucking glitter. It would have been so much cleaner if they’d just made the damn bomb.
someday i’d like to break into jj abram’s house and beat him over the head with a box. then when he asks me who i am and why i’m doing this, i’ll tell him it’s a fucking mystery and then beat him over the head again for the next two years or so
I just watched Saban's Power Rangers and my sister and cousin are traumatized because of Trini being gay, not because she is gay herself, but because they wanted her and Zack to end together romantically ... I'm speechless lmao. My trimberly ass can't with them 😂
the portal fandom:
all of GLaDOS's human attributes come from caroline
the portal fandom:
here are my headcanons for human GLaDOS
the portal fandom:
aperture AIs are very humanlike considering they're robots
GLaDOS is gay
the portal fandom:
holy shit??? she's just a fucking robot???? not everything has to be Gay what the fuck. she's a computer she can't be gay..... shes just metal and wires......stop pushing your gay agenda onto this Robot who is Not Human Whatsoever...... she's not a lesbian she's a robot oh my god I hate tumblr.....