Eren “Gene Wilder didn’t die he’s still alive– *Looks at Wiki* ……Oh. WAIT WHAT” Mikasa “You dirty raaaaat you killed my brothaaaaaa” Armin “I bought some comic books and I didn’t know they were pornos BUT I bought them so I’m gonna read them..” Jean *Writes down Miracle whip on the grocery list but it spells out “Mirkel Wip”* Marco *Is sore af but he plays with the kids ‘cus they wanna and then he gets sore after* Reiner “I think that lady was hitting on me at Dunkin’ Donuts she kept calling me hun” Me: She calls everyone hun.. Him: SHE SAID IT TO ME WITH MORE MEANING I KNOW SHE DID Bertl “What the hell is that smell– Oh shit I forgot I left something in the oven DON’T TELL YOUR MOM *Runs*” Annie“I don’t want to leave today I just want to live in this bed today..” Connie *Shaves head* “Did I miss anything??” *Patches all over his head* “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YES AW MAN” Sasha “I didn’t prepare anything for dinner and your mom isn’t home… Wanna order out?” Levi *Leaves his coffee in the microwave after heating it up* ….. Where’s my coffee.. *It’s been in there for hours now* Hanji “How does the sun rotate around the earth if the earth spins so fast..?? Like.. The earth spins so fast but it’s like nothing is moving..” Erwin *Conspiracy theories on how aliens built the pyramid* Mike
“I’m gonna see A7X in concert this year” Me: You’re like 40 Him: I DON’T CARE THEY GOT GOOD SONGS Moblit “I think I was drunk when I said that..” Pixis “I wish I had hair again I’d totally have a mohawk” Nile *Is left with hamburger* *Mom comes home to no dinner* “I didn’t know what to make for dinner you didn’t tell me! What do I make with this hamburger???” *There’s literally 500 recipes with hamburger but that’s okay we still love you*
yes i agree straight girls should keep their hands off gay fanfiction in general but a lot of ppl on tumblr generalize that to all girls and let me just say my dude what about my lesbians n bi/pan girls that want lgbt content but cant find anything that caters specifically to them because of the blatant sexualization and dehumanization of sapphic relationships in the media so they settle for the next best thing which is well written and developed storylines about other members of the lgbt community hm
Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?
Characters: Dean, Reader, a smidgen of Sam
Word Count: 1,638
Warnings: injury with lots of blood, mild language, some snark, some fluff, some questioning of coffee stipulations
A/N: There should only be one more part to go… But my brain sometimes scraps those plans. Thanks for all the love you guys have shown me for this :)
Beta’d by: @wheresthekillswitch - “I freaking love all of this fic but especially this part.” <– you guys should guess which section she meant
Also beta’d by: @hannahindie - “the patented ‘voice raises three octaves when a Winchester drops trou three feet away from you’.”
“She’s losing a lot of blood. Why aren’t we going to the hospital, Dean?”
“Because if she lives through this she’ll kill me for taking her there.”
“I care about her, too. She’s family. Don’t I get a say in this?”
“Sam, just drive.”
“Don’t you dare leave me. You hear me, Y/N? Don’t you dare. Sam would never let me hear the end of it. And you still owe me ten dollars from that bet in Wyoming. So… just keep breathing, okay? You’re still here. I’ve got you.”
I woke up screaming, my hands flying up to tear away the blinding pain and sharp jabs from the base of my skull. Strong hands grabbed my wrists, pulled them to my front and trapped them within a single hand’s grasp while the other pushed my hips down firmly to fight against my thrashing. Another set of hands were on the side of my neck, my left temple, efficiently keeping my head still. I felt trapped, felt the tears spill over as I tried to move away again.
“Y/N! It’s Dean. It’s just me and Sam. Hey, look at me.”
My eyes were swollen and heavy as I opened them, squinting in the too bright light and aimlessly flickering as they searched for something to focus on. I found a dark red stain on the fabric in front of me and stared at it until its edges lost their fuzziness. I was lying on my side, on a bed, and as more and more red spots came into focus I realized what they were. That’s my blood. That’s a lot of my blood.
TDBM Drabble - Jean & Auntie Dot - 300 Words Exactly
So this is after Auntie Dorothy requested that Mrs Beazley drive her home from the Colonists Club. I wondered what could have happened during the car ride because Auntie Dot was too drunk to drive but not too drunk to talk.
Jean looked into the passenger seat as the car slowly rolled to a stop. Sitting beside her in a semi-drunken stupor was Lucien’s Auntie Dorothy. Reaching over, Jean gave her shoulder a little shake to rouse her. “Mrs. Lucas. You’re home now. Let’s get you out of the car.” Dorothy gave a loud snort. “Why so formal, Jean? You said it yourself. We’re going to be family.” Jean gave Dorothy a puzzled look. “Alright then. Well you’re home.” Ignoring Jean’s prompt, Dorothy continued to ramble on. “And since we’re not being formal, there is something I would like to discuss with you. I am not stupid. I’ve heard the gossip about you and my nephew living in that house together. And honestly, I always believed it was true.” “Dorothy…,” gasped Jean. “No, no,” soothed Dorothy, “No need for excitement. That was then. I see that wasn’t the case. I want to give you a little advice.” Jean stared in disbelief, Dorothy proceeded on. “Blakes are very passionate and given to excess. I’m sure you’re aware of this. You’ve know Lucien long enough. God, I thought I was drunk enough.” Dorothy took a strong swig from a flask she took from her purse. “So where was I. Yes, Blakes are very, very passionate. When I met Mr. Lucas, we never made it to the wedding, which was my fault. There was just too much temptation. I’m sure Lucien is full of pent-up energy and there will be many demands made upon you, so I took the liberty of purchasing this for you when the gypsies were in town.” With that, she took a bottle out of her purse and shoved it into Jean’s hand. “Take three drops every night starting on your honeymoon night. No questions, please. Now, take me inside.”
ﾟ･*☆Shingeki no Kyojin 2 — Episode 8 — The Hunters (追う者)☆*･ﾟ
I’ve never seen him win a fight before, but I’ve never seen him get beat and give up either. Sometimes he’s so tenacious that even I think it’s so scary. No matter how many times he’s knocked over, he gets back up. You think he’ll get taken away without putting up a fight? Nope. He’ll keep resisting as long as he has strength. Even more so when he’s up against just two. He’ll give ‘em hell no matter who he’s up against. Until you or I show up to help. That’s how Eren’s always been. —Hannes
Mikasa looks like one scary ass titan o_o
Jean looks like he just took a big sh*t
Armin looks like a big-headed troll
WHERE DAFUQ DID HISTORIA GET WINGS?! SHE LOOKS LIKE A GODDESS
TINY CONNIE DOING CARTWHEELS O7O