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fake ah crew micheoff where geoff refuses to let michael use his newly-purchased 00mogar as a getaway vehicle in a heist because “jesus fucking christ, kid, the chrome isn’t exactly subtle, police could spot that car from space”

and because michael is a little shit, he waits until geoff drinks to the point of stone-cold-won’t-wake-for-the-actual-apocalypse sleep the night before a heist and proceeds to paint his nails. and so geoff wakes up the next day and looks down at his hands and sighs deeply when he sees this:

and that’s essentially how geoff ramsey, infamous crime boss of los santos, robs a bank armed with an smg and has to snap at no fewer than three bank tellers to “stop looking at my fucking nails and put the money in the bag, for fuck’s sake”

Chanyeol | Cockblocked

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

@roronoaju: Can you do a scenario where Chanyeol (or Sehun) is her boyfriend and every time things get more “intense” (I mean, only kisses, not asking smut or something like that) some member from the group interrupt them?

“Wow, it’s actually clean,” you say, looking around Chanyeol and Jongin’s shared room. The entire floor is visible for once, and you haven’t seen any food wrappers or questionable bunches of used tissues. Chanyeol’s bed has even been made, which is nothing short of a miracle. You hop onto the mattress, happy to not have to worry there might be something living in the sheets.

Chanyeol laughs, sheepish. “We haven’t been around enough to make it dirty,” he says, as though the usual messiness of the room isn’t almost entirely his fault.

You’re well aware of their recent absence. The band has been off touring, doing promotions, and working themselves into the ground with practices, often only retreating to the dorm to sleep before heading off again. This is the first time you’ve been able to see Chanyeol face-to-face in a while.

You pat the spot next to you, and Chanyeol takes a seat eagerly, facing you with his legs crossed in front of him.

“I’ve really missed you,” he says, sounding a little anxious. Like he’s confessing to you for the first time again, gaze steady and earnest but still shy.

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Merry Christmas!

Tsunayoshi will mean Varia!Tsu, Tsuna will be normal Tsu.

Tsunayoshi was sitting in the throne like chair that used to be Xanxus’s. He had one of his guns in in hand, as he always did now. Squalo was standing behind him and to his right, sword at the ready as well.

All of the sudden there was a pink poof of smoke and he found himself on the floor, he jumped up, gun at the ready and spun around. He frowned, the room looked familiar.

“Lambo you have to be careful with that!” he heard his own voice admonish. “Hieeeee are you me? I thought it was supposed to swap us!”

Tsunayoshi looked in the doorway, where hisself stood, several years younger.

“W-why do I have a gun!?” he squeaked.

Tsunayoshi sighed, “The bazooka screwed up didn’t it?” he asked, voice deeper and raspier.

Tsuna nodded, “What happens to me?” he asked, in awe. “Wait, is that a Varia ring?” he frowned, leaning in to look at it closer.

“…yes.” He admitted.

“Why?” he asked, wide-eyed.

“Its…long and…complicated…”

Tsuna paused before nodding. “…you want to see them don’t you?”

“See who?” he snapped.

“The guardians.”

“…I can’t.”

“Why else would you be here?” he replied. “I think you’re supposed to.”

“…okay.” He muttered.

***

Tsuna had gathered the guardians, much to general confusion. Mukuro and Chrome had taken over the sofa, cuddling and discussing why they were all there, Lambo was terrorizing Gokudera with Ryohei, to Yamamoto’s amuzement, Hibari was standing in a corner, and he’d also called Xanxus and Squalo who they were waiting to show up.

Once they arrived, annoyed, Tsuna called Tsunayoshi down.

“An older Jyuudaime? How?” Gokudera gasped.

“Maa, maa, I’m sure they’ll explain.”

“Kufufu, this is interesting.”

“Mukuro-sama? What do you know that we don’t?” Chrome blinked.

“My dear Chrome, look at his ring.”

At once all eyes shot to Tsunayoshi’s hand.

“A Varia ring? What’re you doing with that?!” Squalo demanded.

“Trash, give back what’s mine.”

“Squalo gave it to me.” He stated.

There was even more shock than his arrival.

“WHAT, I WOULD NOT!” Squalo roared.

“You would. You did. Xan-” he cut himself off. “…you needed a new boss.”

“What about us?” Chrome asked innocently. “You can’t lead both, can you Bossu?”

Tsunayoshi looked down. “…you’re all dead.”

“Tch, trashy boss let them all die.” Xanxus muttered, looking at Squalo.

“You said you’d keep her safe.” Mukuro growled, hugging the mute, horrified Chrome tighter.

“What about Kyoko?” Ryohei demanded, “Is she extremely safe?”

“I’m sure you did your best.” Yamamoto smiled slightly, “We all know you did.”

“Jyuudaime…I…failed?” Gokudera looked away. “You need a better right hand…Jyuudaime…”

“That’s nonesense Gokudera!” Tsuna huffed, frowning at him. “There’s noone I’d rather have at my side.”

Hibari frowned. Whoever did it was very strong, and they didn’t kill the herbi-omnivore? Why?

“BUT YOU DIDN’T? WHAT WERE YOU DOING?” Squalo raged, more at Xanxus’s apparent death than the rest.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Lambo said softly, quieting the rest of the room. “Whatever happened, it would’ve happened if it was you, or someone else. And you’re strong enough to avenge us, right Tsu-nii?” he looked up at him.

“That’s the plan.” He smiled slightly darkly, “We were betrayed. By the time we figured out by who…there weren’t many of us left. Mukuro I was at least able to mask most of her pain, and you died protecting her before that. And Hayato, don’t be ridiculous, you were the last. You were the best right hand I could’ve asked for. The last I heard she was okay.” Tsunayoshi sighed slightly. “I’m sorry Squalo, but Xanxus stayed to give the rest of the Varia time to escape and find me, we never found a body…but we think it nearly impossible he’s alive. Hibari this all happened in Italy, so Namimori is fine.” He couldn’t help adding.

Hibari scoffed, “Its not fine, I’m not around to defend it.”

“But why a Varia ring?” Gokudera asked.

“The Vongola rings were the target, and they got them.”

“Then why did Chrome die?” Mukuro hissed, “You should’ve-”

“She wouldn’t give up the ring, and you didn’t have it.” Tsunayoshi cut in, scowling at him.

“You were supposed to keep her safe!”

“How did I die?” Hibari cut across their argument.

“You figured it out and were going to tell me, but there an assassination attempt on me, and the assassin poisoned you when you killed them, so you didn’t manage to tell me…” he sighed, “I wish you had managed to tell me.”

Gokudera was still ashamed of failing him, and Tsuna was comforting him as Mukuro worked to pull Chrome out of her mute state.

“I’m sorry…all of you. You didn’t deserve it…” Tsunayoshi sighed. “I wish I could stop it…”

“Couldn’t you tell us?”

“I gues-” he was cut off and with a puff of smoke disappeared.

“…well that’s that.”

“But we know now. We can be on our guard.” Yamamoto stated, gripping his sword.

“You got that right!” Gokudera snapped, eyes darting around suspiciously.

“Gokudera-kun I’m sure they aren’t in here, he wouldn’t have called the betrayer here.” Tsuna smiled softly.

“Chrome, promise me you’ll give up the rin-”

“I will not.” She stated. “If there’s a chance I can help Bossu, I won’t give up.”

Mukuro sighed, “I guess I won’t be able to change your mind.”

“Lambo-san will get stronger!” Lambo grinned.

Hibari vowed to keep a close eye on anyone that could betray them.

Oops this was supposed to have 1827, sorry, I kinda dropped the ball on that. Hope everyone’s IC, Lambo really isn’t but that was kinda what I was going for. I was gonna have Squalo be dragged with Tsunayoshi but I decided to scrap that. (Please tag with Chrome’s Writing)

AHHHHHHHH…. aHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Varia!Tsuna ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!

The sad part is that even if they know there will be a traitor they wont even be able to stop him because none of them will believe it is Iemitsu, because he’s Tsuna’s father, so yeah they all will die *cries*

This is so beautiful I love love love it! Thank you so much ;A;

Day 9: Caramel Apples

“How about you have a caramel apple?” Dean nodded towards the food as Cas frowned at the street they were walking on for no reason in particular that Dean could understand.

It took Cas a moment to realise that Dean was speaking and he paused his one way staring contest with a lamppost to look at Dean, “What?”

Dean rolled his eyes, because dammnit, Cas could be difficult when he wanted to be, though Dean knew he couldn’t yell at him for it. It had been tough for Cas during these first few weeks of humanity. Now, Cas’ senses seemed to be in overdrive, everything almost too much for him. That was why they’d come out for a drive and then a walk in the first place, though in hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea seeing as the town was bustling today.

“From the stand over there, look,” Dean pointed over to the stand that didn’t look too dodgy, “I think you’ll like it,” he gazed at Cas encouragingly, faltering a little when he saw Cas squinting at him, “What?”

“Is this another prank?” Cas demanded frankly, eyebrows furrowing.

Confused, Dean managed a rather elegant, “Huh?”

“Last time you said I should try something, it was a lemon,” Cas pointed out with a downturn of his mouth, clearly not having quite forgiven him for that.

“Yeah, okay, that was kind of shitty of me,” Dean couldn’t help but grin when he recalled the way Cas’ face had scrunched up cutely at the taste, “But funny,” Dean finished off with a snort.

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Imagine Namimori having a super important exam and somehow all the guardians end up in the same room and the test is so ridiculously hard that everyone starts cheating. Reborn is the proctor and each time he catches a student cheating he just blows them up or sends them flying out the window and Tsuna is like “I didn’t fucking sign up for this” while he takes cheat sheets out of his hair

its hard to live in with parents who have no understanding about self harm and mental illness. when all you do is trying to take care of yourself, when you have a war inside you, they want things from you. and if you dont you becaome selfish, lazy, self centered prick.
its hard to live with parents who jokes about self harm, when thats what you are fighting against. and its hard to live with a mother who says “i am sick of coming with you to your therapy sessions, you are fine just be okay get better and dont make me come here again” or when the doctor diagnosis you who says “she is okay she is just having through adoloscence” but be silent when the doctor asks “does every kid in teenage year cut himself”
its hard to live with my parents as me, tea is is what i crave for after a breakdown it helps me. but according to them im just a girl who locks herself in bathroom, then get out have a cup of tea and staying on the internet till the morning. according to them i cant have tea when its midnight, but urges and breakdowns dont care if it’s 5 am, 3 pm or midnight. they just come and you fight. 
its hard to live with friends who underestimate what you accomplished, who don’t give a shit if your recovery is hard or not. it’s hard to be around them, because all they do is telling me about other people’s accomplisments and then say “they do that and we do nothing”. no you may do nothing but i dont. i have constant battles. i fight against self harm urges and mental illnesses. and you have no idea how hard it is.
its hard to live with mental illness and self harm issues. because no one sees your battles. they dont have to but god know this hurts like hell. fighing against the bad thoughts, the urges, trying to be quite while you are having breakdown, concealing your tears. this is a silent battle. somehow, you feel proud, you feel strong because you do an amazing job. but you can’t celebrate yourself.
because when you do they say nothing about it, no appreciation, no “im happy for you”, no “keep going’s”. just awkward silences. 
when you try to take care of yourself, you be self centered. you be cocky. you accept yourself, you accept your flaws yet they call you arrogant, you care about your recovery you become selfish.
its hard to live with mental illness and self harm issues with people like them around you.
you can’t feel good about yourself.
you can’t celebrate yourself.
you can’t be proud of yourself.
because when you do;
they call you selfish
they call you arrogant
they call you self centered
they call you mean
they call you cocky
and god knows what else.

ff-sunset-oasis  asked:

Rereading some parts of Rebuilding again and it makes me happy! (I saved the chapters that Blaise has a lot of appearances in my chrome bookmarks XD). Your writing is amazing 💚💚 and I love Theo/Pansy brotp.

Aww, thank you. Blaise is such an unambiguous sweetheart in that one. Damaged, but cluelessly adorable, and not nearly as shallow as he thinks he is.

I still love that I have him explaining Susan is classically beautiful because she is symmetrical and has good ratios.