Headcanon: Keith sucks at throwing knives. He never learned because he thinks its a huge waste of his beautiful, collectable blades
But one day theyre captured and have their weapons taken away from them, bayards and everything, except for a tiny knife keith keeps in his boot. He pulls it out and they start to plan out to get the guard close enough when Lance snatches it out of his hand
Everyone’s screaming at him because this is their ticket out but Lance fuckin THROWS the goddamn thing across the entire room and hits the release buttom, opened their cell doors.
They had to find a better nickename than “sharpshooter” after that
I just survived a mob hit and swam a mile down a river just to escape them so no, I’m not in the goddamn mood to play nice-–give me your fucking car or I’ll blow your head off ok?
and, what the f–why are you laughing? tHIS ISNT FUNNY GIVE ME YOUR CAR–YES I KNOW IM NAKED ALRIGHT AND ITS COMPLETELY IRRELEVENT
you shoved a giant bag of cash and drugs in my arms while running from some people and tracked me down later to take it back but oho boyy fuck that I’m not givin this back. serves u right to thinking I’d be too innocent to do anything with it
I stole ur car to outrun these assholes but we got t-boned and now both of us are staring down 7 gun barrels-–don’t worry babe ok I totally have this handled
all I’m trying to do is capture this fucking guy but you just busted in here like such an ass to try and kill the mofo and I swear to god I will shove my foot so hard up your ass if you kill him—
I apparently pissed of the ‘fate committee’ by not dying when I was supposed to so now I’m stuck in some fucken final destination shit by avoiding all these attempts to off me–🖕🏽 fucku you’ll never get me
I have searched for years, gone through seven disguises, and am LAYERS deep in lies, ALL to get to the bottom of this mystery and claim my reward and here you come fucking EVERYTHING UP-–either you leave and wipe that goddamn grin off your face or I blow your brains out, go ahead and choose.
*freezes when they say youll have to kill them to get rid of them*
*sees them smiling at it* aight fuck yuo—
*record scratch* yes, some might wonder how I got in this situation: me, here, with a broken nose, few fallen teeth, my entire apartment complex on fire, lipstick all over my neck and ten cocked guns pointed straight at my head, but let me tell you– it’s actually a funny story.
yes I am gonna be fucking bitter about being stranded in space with an alien army chasing after us, I signed up for space rocks and neil degrasse tyson not the spacetime fucking oddessy
So in a great moment of personal strength and bravery Genji forgave Hanzo for ‘murdering’ him. The Overwatch fandom has taken this to mean that they’ve let the past rest and become best brothers again but I’m not entirely sure that’s the case. (Although, because tumblr is a terrible place, that people can interpret canon however they goddamn want, I’m just doing an analysis.)
Genji: What’s wrong, Hanzo? Don’t you recognize me? Hanzo: You may call yourself my brother, but you are not the Genji I knew.
Genji: So this is what’s become of you, a pity. Hanzo: I will not be judged by you.
Genji: Any chocolates today, brother? Hanzo: Those were your amusements. Not mine.
Every single interaction they have is tense and hostile. Half the time Genji is mocking Hanzo or being openly contemptuous. In return Hanzo is angry and defensive. Not really the forgiven brotherly relationship, yeah?
Thing is you need to see Genji’s forgiveness in context. He didn’t show up in Hanamura and warmly greet Hanzo to tell him he’s forgiven. He’s angry, accusatory and mocking in what is the greatest ‘the reason you suck’ speech ever during a no-hold-barred battle that could have gotten either of them killed.
Listen to how he says ‘the person you murdered’ or ‘with incense offerings’; it’s obvious he’s still bitter and angry.
And he’s right; all this time Hanzo goes through the dignified motions of honoring his brother through empty rituals but hasn’t actually done anything to atone. All he’s doing is flagellate himself in self-pity and guilt, trapped in the events of that night for eternity.
I bet you thought I forgot about the beautiful bird daughter of the TFA Lost Light AU, eh? Well. I didn’t. But also I’m tired of inking/coloring right now so this shall have to suffice. Whirl is…complicated, and young, in the TFA Lost Light AU. There can be no Autobot victory while Decepticons maintain complete air superiority and the Jettwins open the door for further experimentation, for better and more refined attempts at recreating warbuilds. All the better for Whirl’s existence.
Not so great when she’s fair game for darker forces still.
i’m not going to post all of the pics because i strongly encourage you to support the official release by buying it here, but hopefully you’ll enjoy a couple of snippets of me liveblogging reading this kids book
Allura’s life force is supposed to be intrinsically tied to Voltron so… Let Allura bond with the Paladins. Let Allura befriend the people who carry on her father’s legacy. Let Allura know the kids who have given up everything for her cause. Let Allura exist not as a Princess, not as a survivor of her planet, but as a young woman with friends. Let Allura… Just let her be happy, goddamn.
Owari No Seraph is NOT about relationships,romance and all that crap.
It’s about family,survival,fear,friendships,loneliness,heartaches,support,self-sacrifices,etc.
There’s no time to think about romance.Everyone’s struggling to stay alive.People are suffering for fuck’s sake.
Owari No Seraph is that kind of anime in which you can learn so many lessons about life.
It’s so much more than ships.
For a fucking second,stop arguing over which ship is better and enjoy the goddamn anime.
Have nice day.
Okay so in Batman Beyond there's an episode where Bruce and Terry go see a 'Batman Musical', just imagine that goes on in Gotham and Jason finds out and asks(forces/tricks) the batfam to go.
i’m finally answering this! i had a really rough week, which is why this took a while, but i kept thinking about this prompt and laughing, so thank you for that.
and on that note: are you serious, that’s amazing. i vaguely remember watching batman beyond but i don’t actually remember all that much about it. i’ll need to look this up.
but yes. yes. i want this to be a Thing.
i want to imagine it as something between holy musical b@man! and the ember island players. like. just picture the kind of crazy misinformed shit that these people are tossing into the mix because what’s the truth and what’s the lie, no one knows, they’re going to make a musical about batman and his however many kids/sidekicks anyway
(they people putting on this play are probably college students)
(stephanie has probably dropped by to help with set designs and laughed herself sick in the process)
getting back on track, how does jason find out about it?
there are two ways i think it could happen. one: jason loves lit. we know this. he collected first editions with alfred and bruce when he was a kid. in my personal experience, if you like lit, you almost definitely like theater in some sense as well. at the very least you’ve read plays.
jason holds his goddamn red hood helmet like he’s hamlet and it’s yorick.
you’re me. you’re in the theatre, watching moana for the first time. you’re already kind of overwhelmed by emotion after “we know the way” because damn, you could almost feel the ocean wind blowing on your face. maui is a lot of fun and although you’re more than a little concerned about accurate polynesian representation (you’ll be sure to look up discourse later, surely there’s plenty of it), you’re still having a good time.
then the crab shows up. oh, okay. he seems like a typical goofy villain who’ll be easily defeated by a show of wits on moana’s part, the comical relief. he loves to talk about himself? who’d have guessed, he’s completely decked out in bling. oh, he’s gonna do it in song form? that’s fine, another musical number is always g-
then he starts singing, and then you realize.
shit. he has a really goddamn nice voice.
now this is entirely unfair, because the song itself is built to sound a bit seductive in the first place. later you’ll find out after an obsessive googling session that it was a david bowie homage, which will lessen your shame a little bit, but only a little bit. for now you’re sitting there utterly and completely confused because why is this happening, this sparkling crab motherfucker has no business sounding so… so… your brain refuses to choke out the word as the song continues in its glorious splendor, then comes to a halt as maui grabs his hook off the crab’s back. no, no, no! that was too short, even just for a quick musical number! that can’t be the full song, can it…? but maui’s struggling to revert back to his bird form, moana’s in trouble, tamatoa’s looming over maui with a grin on his face–
“well, well, well;
little maui’s having trouble with his look,
you little semi-demi-minigod…”
your heart gives a leap into your throat. was that a growl you detected in his voice? why are you reacting to this????? you’re just happy that there’s more song, right??? oh my god, is the crab actually throwing maui around??? look at maui, he’s being demolished, someone please help him, oh holy god, this is so dark, why am i enjoying this, now the crab is a neon disco ball and his face is a glowing pattern like dr facilier, he’s going to eat maui and moana, why is his voice so low and- and- wh-
by now your heart is hammering out a steady 120 bpm and even when the song is over, none of it fades from your mind. for the rest of the film an image is imprinted in the back of your head, and it’s one of the crab dragging maui across the floor in time with the music. you know you’re going to look up clips of this song for hours afterward. you don’t know who the voice actor is yet, but you sure as shit are going to find out. and even as you exit the theatre there’s a heavy heat in your face emanating from the shame you’re feeling that you can’t bring yourself to explain. that was weird. really, really weird. you haven’t felt this excited and shaken since you were a kid and just had your first rollercoaster ride. except that rollercoaster didn’t make you feel like a goddamn filthy sinner afterward.
at some point in the future, like now, when you’re on tumblr after your first class and figure there’s nothing left to lose anymore, you will admit not just to yourself but to your 1700-odd followers that maybe, just maybe, you were attracted to tamatoa the crab (thanks to the splendid work of jemaine clement, who you now follow on twitter because reasons). there’s no real point in denying it anyway. besides, this is the internet. you know you’re not alone in this at all.