court scenes

anonymous asked:

hm can I tell you a depressing story: I was at a party, and I heard someone there liked snk, so I decided why not let me try to relate to this person and we begin a conversation. she starts telling me that she ships someone with eren so so hard. i'm hoping, i'm desperately hoping... "ok you say who you ship on three" "armi-" "LEVI OH MY GOD ERERI IS SO HOT ASDFGHJKLLL I REALLY LOVED THAT COURT SCENE WHERE HE BEAT HIM UP OMG" i really hate living.

Happened to me my first day of Japanese 101.

She said to me, she says:

“You can’t deny, Eren and Levi have something.”

Like bitch even if it were undeniable which it soooooo isn’t, I can and will still deny that bitch, blocked, reported, get out of here.

anonymous asked:

TW racism. NTAMW says that "incidents like Manchester could be prevented if all Muslims were sent back to where they should be." NTAMW makes you watch the court scene from A Few Good Men (lmfao give me a break.) NTAMW says that if all Muslims were out of westernized countries that girls could go to concerts and "have their tits out for the world to see" and no one will care. WTF?



“Here’s a real question: how have you survived this long when you’re so violently self-destructive?

Andrew cocked his head to one side in a question. Neil didn’t know if Andrew was playing stupid to rile him or if Andrew really was oblivious. Either way it was frustrating. He wondered why no one else had caught on, or if people noticed and just didn’t care enough to say it. Now that Neil saw it, though, he couldn’t look past it. Anytime the Foxes mentioned Andrew’s upcoming sobriety or Andrew’s name popped up in write-ups on the team’s performance at games, the focus was on what a danger he was. People talked about his trial and how it saved them from Andrew. No one said what they were doing to save Andrew from himself.


chapter one — neil josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag. he didn’t want the nicotine; he wanted the acrid smoke that reminded him of his mother. if he inhaled slowly enough, he could almost taste the ghost of gasoline and fire. it was at once revolting and comforting, and it sent a sick shudder down his spine.


the foxes in pastel » andrew and aaron minyard

the strangled noise aaron made was his best attempt at andrew’s name. it was barely intelligible but it was enough.

andrew, who’d barely acknowledged aaron’s existence in the entire time neil had known them, looked immediately to his brother. andrew snaked a hand out from under the sheet and curled his fingers in a demand. aaron clambered onto the bed and reached for andrew.

“andrew,” aaron said, desperate and frightened. he held onto andrew like he thought andrew would disappear if he let go.

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ten favorite scenes [5/10]

“Andrew looked as he always had, and Neil knew his face as well as he knew every iteration of his own. Despite that, something seemed different. Maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the window, making Andrew’s pale hair shine brighter and his hazel eyes seem almost gold. Whatever it was, it was disorienting.” 


Nathaniel looked out the window again and wondered if that was possible. He knew in a sense he could never really leave Nathaniel behind. Even if Stuart could talk the Moriyamas down, they’d all know Nathan’s child was alive and kicking. Nathaniel would always be a security risk to them. But the thought was thrilling and chilling in turns, and Nathaniel turned his hand over to consider his palm. He traced Andrew’s key into his skin with a bandaged finger.
“Neil Abram Josten,” Neil murmured, and it felt like waking up from a bad dream.

happy birthday neil abram josten ♥ 31. 03. 2017


there is no debt to repay.” rhys’s voice broke. the sound of it cracked my heart.

cassian’s own voice broke as he said, “I never got to repay your mother - for her kindness. let me do it this way. let me buy you time.”

“I can’t. ”

“you can,” cassian said gently. “you can, rhys.”


“Thea is watching from South tonight,” Kevin said, looking to the elevated VIP box. It was too far away and too high up for Neil to make out any faces, but there was a small crowd gathered at the windowed walls already. Knowing the Court was here to watch them play sent a chill through Neil’s veins. Kevin dragged his stare back to Wymack’s face and said, “and my father comes to all of my games. That is enough.”
On Wymack’s other side, Abby’s gaze softened. Wymack’s jaw worked for a moment before he could say in an even tone, “Your mother would be proud of you.”
“Not just of me,” Kevin said in a rare bout of humanity.


“I shouldn’t have been surprised. Not when Rhysand liked to make a spectacle of everything. And found pissing off Tamlin to be an art form.
But there he was.
Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like ink in water.
He angled his head, his blue-black hair shifting with the movement. Those violet eyes sparkled in the golden faelight as they fixed on Tamlin, as he held up a hand to where Tamlin and Lucien and their sentries had their swords half-drawn, sizing up how to get me out of the way, how to bring him down—
But at the lift of that hand, they froze.
Ianthe, however, was backing away slowly, face drained of color.
“What a pretty little wedding,” Rhysand said, stuffing his hands into his pockets as those many swords remained in their sheaths. The remaining crowd was pressing back, some climbing over seats to get away.”


i don’t care if you use this phone tomorrow. i don’t care if you never use it again. but you are going to keep it on you because one day you might need it. on that day you’re not going to run. you’re going to think about what i promised you and you’re going to make the call. tell me you understand.