ha ha ha i'm so hilarious

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all the boys // panic! at the disco

anonymous asked:

i found a text post around tumblr where this guy's roommate came home really drunk and designed an airplane (with all the drawings and calculations and shit) while intoxicated and didn't remember it the next day could u imagine that with cf victor and yuuri tho lmfao

“Okay, okay, look,” Yuuri slurs, lying on Victor’s chest with a notepad held above his head and a pen resting between his fingers. “Look,” he repeats, as though Victor isn’t looking. “See?

“See what?” Victor asks, brushing Yuuri’s hair back out of his eyes. It’s not particularly comfortable, lying like this, but he’s not about to complain. Yuuri is adorable when he’s drunk.

He had been playing some game with Phichit for a few hours, and then he’d come back to their dorm room like this. Immediately, he’d collapsed on top of Victor and started babbling incessantly about a genius breakthrough he’d had. Now, he’s designing an airplane, and is very adamant that Victor pay attention to whatever it is he’s doing. “Look! Look!” he’s insisting.

“I’m looking,” Victor promises.

“See the, um, what’s that part called? The wing! See how the wing is shaped? Like that? That helps,” he informs him, but his serious tone is betrayed by his occasional hiccup. “Listen,” he repeats.

Victor can’t help but laugh, now. “I am listening, Yuuri. I’m listening and looking. I promise.”

“Now if we just… The air resistance…” He starts scribbling formulas.

In an attempt to get him to forget about his airplane, Victor runs his foot up the bottom of Yuuri’s sweatpants, drifts it across his ankle. Yuuri doesn’t even seem to notice. “So you’re designing an airplane?” he asks, because if you can’t beat them, join them.

Yuuri shifts on top of him–it’s incredibly distracting. “Mmm,” he agrees. A second later, he thrusts his drawing in front of him, admiring it. “Done.”

“Done?”

As if an afterthought, he adds a few more numbers with little arrows pointing to pieces of the plane. Then, he puts the paper down on the bed and turns onto his side, his entire weight still resting on Victor. Victor wraps his arms around him, keeps their legs tangled together. “Goodnight, Yuuri.”

“You’re so nice, Vitya,” he mumbles against Victor’s chest. “So nice. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

~

“Who wrote this?” Yuuri asks the following morning, holding up his airplane design. Then, he pauses, and slowly but surely brings the paper closer to his eyes. “This design is actually intuitive.”

“You made it last night,” Victor reminds him. “You don’t remember?”

“I made this?”

“You’re even smarter than me when you’re drunk,” he teases, gripping Yuuri’s hips with his hands and looking at the paper over his shoulder. “Except, there is a drool stain on my shirt.”

Yuuri turns in his arms and then cringes when he sees the prominent stain on Victor’s chest. Then, though, he seems to identify his mischievous smile and nudges his shoulder instead of being embarrassed. “Well, you’re a good pillow.”

“I like being your pillow. Can I major in that? Yuuri Katsuki’s pillow. Whenever you want to design airplanes while drunk again, just let me know. Or if you want to do something else while lying on top of me…” He pauses, lets the meaning behind his words settle in. “Let me know.”

“I’m up for doing something else while lying on top of you.”

Victor perks up. “You are?”

“Like playing games on my phone, reading a book, talking to Makkachin…”

“Yuuri.”

“I’m kidding.” He takes his hand and squeezes it, then leads him to the bed. “Really though, that design wasn’t bad. Remind me to show it to Phichit later.”

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I was Diego Brando at ECCC this year and it was ridiculously fun.

I honestly didn’t think anyone would recognize the character, but a shockingly large amount of people did!

Highlights include:
- Getting chased down by a Foo Fighters cosplayer for a photo <3
- Browsing prints next to a Joseph, and nerding out with him and the booth artist for like 10 minutes
- Overhearing someone say “Holy shit it’s Diego. God, i’m such Jojo trash you don’t even know”
- Having a group of people yell “DIIIOOOOO” from across the hall

also whoops, this was legit my first time cosplaying, so i didn’t think to take pictures of the full get up…

i've been waiting three days to make this
justasmalltownai

if i suffer you suffer with me… that being said, #sendmoanatospace?

If you can’t use adjustment layers for felfire when CAN you use them?

pinkconsultingsociopath  asked:

"Shit, are you bleeding?" Burrayette :D

It wasn’t altogether uncommon for Aaron to be dragged into fights on the rare occasion he went out with Hamilton’s crew. They were a volatile bunch and practically invited trouble. Like right now for instance.

“Gil, that’s enough!”

“Ta gueule, Burr.

Aaron bristled, glowering darkly at the Frenchman who was mid brawl against a group of freshman who made the mistake of voicing opinions in a bar with Alexander Hamilton at the next table over. They were kids and Hamilton’s crew was beating the living shit out of them.

Well, Burr wasn’t having it. 

Stepping forward into the brawl, Aaron grabbed Lafayette’s shoulder, spinning him around.

“I said that’s enough.”

Lafayette paused, staring at him with wide eyes, registering that it was in fact, Aaron, before he reeled back and brought his fist down to connect with the side of Burr’s face.

He heard the unmistakable crack of his nose and felt the blood pour out of it as he stumbled backwards into one of the nearby tables.

The bar went quiet. Hamilton, Laurens, and Mulligan paused in their deliverance of swift justice to stare, horrified, first at Aaron, then at Lafayette. Aaron moved his hand away from his throbbing face and broken nose. It came away wet, and sticky, and red.

“Shit, are you bleeding!?”

Burr’s head snapped up at Lauren’s exclamation and in a moment, his eyes were trained on Lafayette, who looked as though he were trying to decide whether to still be angry or concerned.

Aaron on the other hand, knew exactly what he felt.

“Alright you French fucker, I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

Lafayette wasn’t expecting it when Aaron leapt forward, throwing his elbow into the taller man’s gut. He doubled over and felt Burr’s fist strike his face, catching his eye. Turning slowly to face the smaller man, Lafayette growled low.

“Lafayette no!

Hamilton’s shouts went unheard as the Frenchman straightened, towering over Burr. He grabbed Aaron by the collar, hauling him up and throwing him down on one of the tables, delivering blow after blow to his already bleeding face.

Aaron’s hand shot out and gripped a glass bottle beside him, swinging it up and smashing it against Lafayette’s face.

“Aaron!”

Lafayette shouted out, blood pouring from long cuts on his face. Aaron hopped off the table, dazed and off balance. Lafayette’s eyes snapped up, murderous. 

“Fils de pute.” he snarled, marching towards the smaller man.

Aaron stared wide eyed, backing up until he was trapped between Lafayette and the pool table. Hamilton, Laurens, and Mulligan were shouting at them, coming closer, ready to break it up. But Aaron glared. He grabbed one of the pool sticks from behind him and pointed it menacingly at Lafayette.

“Are you going to run me through, Burr?” he laughed, grinning darkly.

Until Aaron snapped it over his head. The taller man stumbled back, glaring at Burr before running at him. Aaron ducked under his arms and kicked at the backs of his knees, sending him partially down to the ground. He had a glint in his eye.

He had been waiting quite a while for this.

Lafayette got to his feet and swept one long leg under Aaron’s, sending him crashing to the floor. Then he lifted him up by the shirt and shoved him up against the wall. Aaron kicked at him, landing blows to his chest and stomach as Lafayette slammed him back against the wood, his head cracking against it.

Finally Hercules grabbed Lafayette, throwing him back so that he dropped Aaron to the floor. Burr shakily got to his feet and started back towards him, not even close to having settled it, before Hamilton stepped between them.

“That’s enough, you two, for God’s sake!” Alexander shouted, standing in front of Lafayette with John at his side.

Hercules put a hand on Aaron’s chest to keep him back, but both men were still fuming, bloodied and battered, glaring at each other from across the bar. John wandered over to the bartender, handing him some cash to pay for the damage.

“We’re going home.” Hercules said, his voice low and commanding, “Go out to the fucking car.”

Alexander glared up at Lafayette until the Frenchman sighed, turning around and heading towards the door. Hercules shoved Aaron after him, and the three men followed, all piling into Alexander’s little car. Aaron and Lafayette continued to glare darkly at each other as they climbed in, sitting side by side in the middle as Mulligan took shotgun and Laurens sat by himself in the back.

“I hate you.” Aaron said finally, breaking the silence of the car ride.

“I assure you, little Burr, the feeling is mutual.”

“I’ve never even done anything to you. You just hate me because you’re a jackass.”

Lafayette turned slightly, facing Aaron like he was about to dispatch some awesome wisdom.

“Burr, you are the worst because you are an unreliable, indecisive, unemotional coward.”

“Excuse me?”

“You are a hypocrite with the emotional range of a teaspoon.”

Aaron scowled, his teeth clenched in aggravation. Fine, he’d show that french asshole.

He turned to face Lafayette so that they were both staring at each other. Aaron still glared, but he scooted closer and stared up at the other man. Lafayette watched him, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Then Aaron closed the gap between them, tilting his head up and pressing his lips against Lafayette’s. He made a sound of confusion, before kissing back eagerly, moving his hand to the side of Aaron’s face.

Burr hissed in pain as his fingers ghosted over the bruises and Lafayette deepened the kiss, crowding him into the corner of his seat. Behind them, Laurens’ eyes were wide and confused as he watched the exchange. 

Finally Aaron pulled away, and Lafayette blinked down at him in a daze. A small smile crept up his face and his eyes which were previously hard and cold, twinkled slightly.

“Why, Aaron-” 

SLAP

The side of Lafayette’s face stung bitterly as Aaron’s hand connected with it. His eyes were wide as his head snapped to the side from the force of the blow. 

“How’s that for a range of emotions?” Burr said with a smug smile and Lafayette turned to look at him, shock evident on his face.

“You’re up, Aaron.” Alexander called from the front seat as they pulled up in front of Aaron’s apartment building.

While he was still in a daze, Aaron clambered over Lafayette and out of the car, walking with a slight spring in his step as he walked towards the door. Laf blinked, snapping out of his stupor and throwing himself out of the car after Aaron.

When he reached him, he grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. Aaron looked bewildered and slightly frightened. Was Lafayette going to start another fight?

Instead, he leaned down, planting a firm and sloppy kiss on his lips. His kiss wasn’t slow or calculated like Aaron’s, it was rushed and furious, and he payed no mind to where he caressed, his fingers pressing against Aaron’s broken nose, making him shriek in pain.

He pulled away, breathing hard and leaning his head down against Aaron’s forehead.

“Do not tease me, little Burr.” he warned, but his voice was unusually soft.

“I was trying to make a point.” Aaron answered, and his own voice shook slightly, both with the pain from his face as well as from his heart, which was beating a mile a minute.

“Well, you certainly did that.” and he bent down to kiss him again, slower this time, more careful, and keeping his hands away from Aaron’s bruised face. Lafayette huffed a laugh against his lips.

“You may not be the worst after all, Burr.”

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Whose Line Is It Anyway S10E22 Doo Wop

I’ve been listening to it non stop since last night. Send help. I really love Ryan’s voice.

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Sometimes my train just gets outta control and eventually goes off the rails completely. That’s what happened here ehehe. Illustrations for @ceruleancynic’s terrible high school Kylux AU Boys on the Radio chapter 5. All dialogue is naturally lifted straight from the fic.

Also this.

lumponthesofa  asked:

I have an idea! Or more of a reaction ask. What would RID grimlock, steeljaw, thunderhoof, and strongarm do if their human friend snorted while laughing really hard? Because i snort when i laugh and i get so embarrassed LOL!!

(NO NO NO that’s my favorite thing ever. I don’t snort, but I used to have a friend.

Long story short, her and her best friend might be walking behind me, (and I don’t look behind me when I walk), and they’d be laughing and then she’d snort and I’d think, ‘YEP, that’s Sydney.’ lmao)

Grimlock

  • He has to process what happened.
  • What did you just do?
  • Do that again that was so adorable!
  • He’ll tickle you do you do it often.
  • (You start to call him the tickle monster)

Steeljaw

  • He hears it.
  • His ear twitches and his eyes widen as he thinks ‘wow holy scrap she’s cute’.
  • and moves on.

Thunderhoof

  • What are yous doing?
  • He has mixed emotions.

Strongarm

  • Just laughs at you.
  • Not a ‘ha-ha!’ but she covers her face and just goes “What was that!? Heheh!”
  • It’s the most hilarious thing to her.
Class 1-A Tumblrs

Midoriya: All Might blogger, ultimate hero fandom blogger, reblogs positive posts, makes good gifs of All Might as his reactions, he’s the one you go to if you wanna know more about a hero (he has a side blog dedicated to finding hero stuff for cheap), over all a very positive blog with a few very dedicated followers

Bakugou: A N G R Y blogger who gives out actual good advice but regularly does it in a more than abusive and patronizing tone. He’s the reason the YFIP was created. Reblogs hero posts and only communicates in capslocks and key smashes. Has blocked more people than he has followers. He never changes his content but he does tag triggers without a shitty comment.

Ochako: would be a pastel space aesthetic blogger if she didn’t make the colors so bold and positivity blogger who regularly posts about ways to save money and live on the cheap. Regularly gets asks about how someone was feeling bad until the found her blog (she always replies with pictures of baby animals)

Tsuyu: Memes. Memes everywhere. You cannot escape these genuinely funny and good memes but why would you want to. Shitposts about adulting but still manages to give good advice. Her most popular post is a vine with her riding a unicycle and croaking “oh shit whaddup” in her most deadpanned voice

Kirishima: Fitness blogger who’s linked to his Instagram. He memes occasionally, but badly, although he’s got a few posts over a hundred notes. He always refers to his biceps as “the gun show” and no matter how many times Bakugou capslocks about not calling them that he never listens (he can neither confirm nor deny that he says this just for those keys mash moments). Retro Crimson Riot aesthetics.

Iida: study aesthetics and school advice that’s too complicated to actually follow. Has a good handwriting aesthetic because of how neat it is. Always reblogs posts concerning patience and good morals (regularly reblogs Bakugou’s angry key smashes and tries to calm him down with three paragraphs and a hands up emoji). ALWAYS reblogs Ingenium posts with his own add ons (he and Midoriya have had some posts nearly thirty reblogs long over how cool Ingenium is). Has a queue going until next year.

Kaminari: Unironic bad fashion aesthetics like neon leopard print Nikes and Pokemon art. Shitposts and memes but nothing spectacular. Has a Selfie Saturday where he posts like five selfies and then repeatedly refreshes to see how many notes they get. (Has a side blog dedicated to quotes and literary reviews and aesthetics)

Mineta: 18+ blogger all under aged followers will be blocked (he never fucking checks). Not even good porn it’s all boring or nasty no in between

Todoroki: slightly emo hipster blogger who posts a lot of “under the cut” personal rants and always gets genuinely shocked when people ask if he’s alright. Light memes but only the ones he finds funny (so once in a blue moon). Makes city aesthetics and only ever posts selfies that aren’t his face

Tokoyami: E M O A E S T H E T I C S and unironically has a Gemsona. Always gets asked if he’s a furry and he always replies that this person is testing the black waters of his hatred. Dark fashion blogger who has never posted a color that wasn’t black, red, or emerald. Reblogs Addams Family posts with #lifegoals. Thinks Tim Burton and Quentin Tarantino are the only true artists among Hollywood directors.

Yaoyorozu: study aesthetics and science blogger, she IS the science side of Tumblr. Magazine article links every single day. She doesn’t understand what a meme is and at this point has stopped trying, but she does reblog puns. She and Iida make up half the study aesthetics page. A good body positivity blog TBH. Keeps a posting schedule religiously.

Ashido: body positivity, fashion and make up blog, her positivity posts don’t make sense half the time because of all the emojis and bad spelling but her energy always comes through her posts. She posts wear to find cute, trendy and fashionable stuff for cheap budgets. Her aesthetics include runway pics and selfies taken with friends as well as her own personal selfies with her favorite outfits.

Jirou: music blogger, band blogger, playlist maker, she is 100% music with occasional videos of her playing her bass to popular songs as well as music videos from her fave bands all the time. Has a side blog dedicated to girly aesthetics and baby animals. Uses this blog to vague about Kaminari.

Kouda: that one baby animals blogger that is pure and sweet and when sent a dirty message doesn’t get it but says thanks anyways???? (Has learned to stop looking up things that don’t make sense to him because that’s what he learned what shot gunning was). Posts about how to care for your animals and is always happy to help in anyways he can so he consistently reblogs donation posts. Makes cute little doodle cartoons about animals.

Aoyama: shiny aesthetics blogger and that one gif maker everyone with a seizure disorder has learned to block. Positivity posts aren’t so much about believing in yourself as much as loving yourself like Aoyama loves himself. Multilingual blogger and has whole posts and conversations in French. Has a “Lights in Paris” post that reached over a thousand notes that’s just a photoshop edit of him arching over the Eiffel Tower with his belly button laser

Satou: food blogger who posts barely three times a week and only breaks this when he’s lifting when he suddenly becomes a fitness blog for a day and then goes back to food. Has a side blog for memes and shitposts he forgot about in 2010.

Hagakure: that one person who always makes amazing aesthetics of her surroundings and those “don’t forget I love you~ <3” posts with no less than a dozen emojis. A classy memer who has a special love for Thomas Sanders. She posts great but random shots. Nobody knows why. She’s never told her followers that they’re her selfies.

Shouji: weird animal blogger like of the cuttlefish and squid. He memes and barely looks at a blog before he follows them so he’s following seven thousand blogs and only unfollows when they’ve done or said something he just cannot agree with. He posts a lot about body positivity but never posted a selfie of himself. For some reason it’s not uncommon for his to post about hair even though he consistently says he would never do that to his own hair. Has a side blog dedicated to fandoms. Went through a really weird Homestuck phase but still in his Steven Universe phase.

Ojirou: martial arts blogger whose entire blog is overall a very nice and ordinary aesthetics blog about nature and inspiration posts with martial artist quotes under their pictures. Doesn’t really do anything with Tumblr except post his things, reblog a few posts and then ignores it for days before he’s suddenly active again. Has maybe a hundred followers.


Sero: master memer and shitposter. Is funny without being obnoxious and his puns are legitimately hilarious. Has thousands of followers but no one can find a reason to dislike him except to call him out on his sass. He claps back with only more sass. (Has a secret side blog for health food and minimalist life styling aesthetics. No one can ever know)