he really is rocking it

i’ve been staring at this gif of the rock rolling his eyes for like 5 minutes

it’s such a perfect eyeroll. like it’s not sloppy or anything. his eyes make a perfect half rotation followed by a quick look of ‘whatever’ in one smooth motion.

and the look directed at the camera right after.

so much sarcasm. so much sassiness. 10/10.

this is my aesthetic.

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I only have a short window before my body changes…

…Yeah I’ll say.

My version of Older!Yurio dump.

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“Where did you learn to fight like that?”

“I have three older brothers.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Wilson played first table on the chess team, Chester used to start crying every time he heard a sad song, Dan can really rock a cocktail dress and six-inch heels, and I wasn’t going to let anyone give them any shit for any of that.  So I had to learn to beat up people bigger than me pretty early on.”

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Jumps on this Megane!Prompto train—-because I really love him in glasses as well! Albeit thicker frames are always gonna have a place in my heart, I’m gonna take a gander and say he looks good in just about anything as well lol 

Fun doodles to pass the time!

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Famous musicians talk about Queen and Freddie Mercury.

Classic Rock Fandom Problem #1359:

1. They’re all old

2. Some have sons but who wants the knockoff when the originals still alive.

3. Some are dead in this case we’ll prob settle for the knockoff or go for another band member who happens to conveniently be alive

4. They sin. We sin. Shit happens.

5. They can die any minute now and when we find out we’ll feel lifeless for a year or two…or forever who knows

6. We need help

7. Asap

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… Don’t worry, Jared, you didn’t give away anything we didn’t know already (Nerd HQ video)

No, but listen, I have the very firmly held headcanon that Keith loves camping. As in “entire demeanor will pull a 180 almost regardless of what level of tense or upset he was before”. Hiking? He’s never really had the opportunity to do more intensive stuff like rock climbing but dang he would love it.

I’m just imagining some context where they can actually just take it easy for once on a forested planet and Keith is having a blast and Lance, Hunk, and Pidge are a little taken aback because they are not used to really overexcited Keith, and Shiro is just sort of hanging back knowingly like “Keep an eye on him, I’m pretty sure he’s going to start climbing trees”

Sure enough, sometime Hunk is trying to identify something and Keith just dangles from a branch next to him “What’re you looking at?”

Keith can’t believe Pidge has never had a good experience camping (she’s suffered through a couple of family trips) and he is determined to fix this.  

“You can’t use bugspray, most of the nasty ones just ignore that, you need smoke” “Smoke doesn’t come in a spray bottle” and Keith borrows a cup from the castle they can get a little fire going in and put leaves in it from time to time.

Incidentally it doesn’t help that Keith has been unwittingly immune to poison ivy his entire life? Turns out galra skin is a little thicker and pretty difficult to irritate so “identify nettles without being halfway into a whole cluster of them” is never a skill Keith developed. genetics.

Happy Birthday Dean 

It was the tapping on his bedroom window that woke Dean. Normally he wasn’t a light sleeper, once he was asleep it took Sam pouring water on him to get him to wake. The tapping, however, managed to wake him. With a groan, Dean rolled over a checked the time. 5:56am. What the hell? He thought as he looked over to the window and saw yet another small stone hit the window. 

Hastily, Dean got up out of his warm bed and padded across his room towards the window. Looking down he bit back a smirk when he saw who was stood down on his lawn. With care, he opened his bedroom window.

“Really? Throwing rocks at my window? That’s cheesy Cas.” He called down to his best friend. “What are you doing here? It’s the ass crack of dawn.” He said to the sweater and scarf-clad figure of Castiel Novak. His best friend of fourteen years. 

“You have such a way with words Dean.” Cas called back with a shake of his head. “Hurry up and get down here, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“For little ol’ me? What’s the occasion Cas?” Dean asked as if he didn’t already know. It wasn’t every day that he turned eighteen. 

“Well, eighteen years ago today God decided the world hadn’t suffered enough so he gave you. Plagues and floods have nothing on your terrible taste in music and cheesy feet.” Cas said. Dean flipped him but still grinned. 

“I love it when you talk dirty to me Cas.”

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