he's so nonchalant about it

as expected of Brook… not only am i super amazed that he managed to get a rubbing of ALL the poneglyphs in Big Mom’s possession and hid it in his skull, but the fact that he was so nonchalant about getting away with it all is seriously beyond me…

Brook has truly been nothing but outstanding so far in this arc.

and if there’s one thing to take away from this, it’s that when any of the straw hats say they’re gonna get things done, you’d best believe they’d get it fucking DONE!!

Kylo Ren & his Lightsaber....


Exhibit A: 

I don’t know about you guys….but the technique makes me fucking hop with joy man. I want to run a marathon with the adrenaline rush I get by watching him twirl this contraption. 

Exhibit B:


Exhibit C:

I want that lightsaber to be lodged so far up my ass that it comes out of my nostrils. Goodnight.

Call Me A Tree, Because I Am Pining For You

Klance Fanfiction

3862 Words

Completed Oneshot 

It’s really just fluff and pining

Summary: Lance likes Keith’s abs and Keith likes Lance’s legs and they are pining fools also Good Uncle Coran makes an appearance. (also every time there is a — it switches who the main focus is)

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Everything is Blue

Originally posted by jeonsshi


  • So, Yoongi would be a music production major and a photography minor. Both are things he’s very passionate about and both are things that would make decent careers in the future.
  • Honestly, Yoongi seems to really value education but at the same time, he understands that test scores and grades don’t define who you are or where your talents really lie. So, he’s enjoying his time and he’s trying his hardest because he’s a perfectionist but he’s not stressing if he gets a B.
  • Yoongi really is a perfectionist, though. He wants everything to be done right and he doesn’t accept anything less. And that can cause some problems for him.
  • Even though he doesn’t really care about grades, he still cares.
  • Like, he doesn’t handle failure well so if he fails a test or a professor doesn’t like his piece, it bothers him.

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12x17 Coda - The British Invasion

First time writing a coda. And it’s canon divergent. Cuz. I need to fix that traimatizing ending.


Mick walked into their temporary headquarters, looking around confused as to why Ketch even called him there. He was still trying to wrap his head around what happened.

They made they play for Dagon and Lucifer’s baby. And it was a good. Everything had been going according to plan and it was a damn good plan. Even with Rawlings there, everything seemed to go off without a hitch. Until Dagon and the woman carrying the nephilim vanished. And the bullet from the Colt hit Rawlings. He died almost instantly.

Mick had pulled his gun on the female hunter who had accompanied the Winchesters. She had looked shaken and shocked with what happened. But Mick had orders, and a code. A code that he had begun doubting after the Alpha attack. Even during the werewolf hunt, his doubts were taking up more of his mind. SHe hadn’t meant to shoot Rawlings. And yeah, he wanted the smug bloke gone but, rules were rules. You kill another Man of Letters, and the penalty is death.

But Sam’s words struck a chord in him. “The only code you have to live by is your own.” Those words echoed in his head as he drove back, leaving the body behind him.

He walked into the strategy room to see Ketch standing at the conference table, polishing one of his guns. “Why did you call me back?”

“I didn’t make the call.”

Mick didn’t even have time to be confused before Dr. Hess walked out from his office. She went on and on about protocol and how the American hunters were a lost cause. But the only thing Mick could think of was what Sam said to him. He was done following orders he question. He was his own man who could make his own decisions. He was done with the code. He was going to listen to his gut. And his gut told him that he did the right thing.

He told her that the WInchesters have saved lives by doing what they believed was the right thing. No matter what the cost was. And it worked. The American hunters had their own code. It wasn’t official or strict like the British Men of LEtters’ but, it was there and they lived by it.

“You found me when I was a boy and I followed your orders. But I am a man now and I am going to do what’s right.”

“If you won’t listen to reason then there is only one solution.” Dr. Hess looked to Ketch, giving him a silent order.

Ketch nodded and raised his gun.

MIck heard the shot and had to check to make sure he was still alive. He was certain the Ketch was meant to kill him. He turned to Ketch, the look of confusion clear on his face. “What?” He looked back over at Dr. Hess. Well, Dr. Hess’s body. “What did you just do?”
Ketch was taking the silencer of his SIG Sauer and placed it back in it’s case. “I did what needed to be done.” He unloaded the magazine and placed that in the case as well. “I was tired of that old bat anyway.” He was so nonchalant about everything.

“Well, what are supposed to do now? Once the old men hear of this,” Mick paused. He knew that once word got back to the Elders, well, once they realized Dr. Hess did not return from her trip to America, there would be a price on their head.

“Right now,” Ketch closed his gun case. “Now, we will pour ourselves a drink.”

“And then?”

“And then we shall continue our mission. We came here to rid this country of monsters. And I believe this,” he waved his hand towards Dr. Hess’s body, “may finally get the Winchesters fully on our side.”

Mick just stood there, still shocked. Shocked that he wasn’t dead. Shocked that Ketch killed Dr. Hess. But, he was glad he followed his gut. They could deal with the old men later. Now, they would have a glass of scotch and figure the rest out later.

19th - 20th of May ~ Your presence softens my pain

Riverdale 1x09

I have questions:

1. How did Jughead get in Betty’s room so early? Did he climb in the window? Sleep here? Why is Mama Cooper so nonchalant about him being on her bed?

2. No seriously, they are clearly kissing on her bed and she doesn’t even blink.

3. “Time for breakfast kids.”

 4. She’s just like “alright, murder teens, let’s get to work.”


So I did use Google Translate for the Swedish so if it’s wrong, someone please correct me. Also thank you for this request because I do love the Skarsgård family, especially Bill.

Not my Gif.

You had begun to work on Vikings recently after your brother had told you that the show was looking for a young woman who fit your description. You had jumped at the chance to act on the show - acting was in your blood. And so far, it was a dream come true. You got to work on an amazing set with the most wonderful people and you had made so many friends. You spent a lot of your downtime with Alex, Marco, Jordan and Sophie and you had grown close to Alex more so than the others. From going out to dinner to playing video games in his loungeroom, it felt like you were always with each other. This had led you to develop a small crush on Alex, but honestly, who wouldn’t. He was amazing. There were only 2 problems. One - your brothers were all overprotective and Gustaf wouldn’t allow it and Two - Alex actually feeling the same about you.

“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Alex asked you for the second time. You snapped out of your daydreaming and turned to him.

“Sorry. What’s up?”

“I wanted to see if you were coming out with the group tonight?” 

You nodded and smiled at him when a grin formed on his face. “Sure. Why not?”

“Good! We’re heading to The Pig’s Head at 7.” He informed you excitedly. You weren’t sure what had him so bubbly but little did you know it was just Alex being happy to spend time with you. Alex began to chat animatedly as he normally did but he was cut off by a voice behind you.

“Lillasyster, vad gör du? Varför pratar du med honom?” Little sister, what are you doing? Why are you talking to him? Gustaf asked overly curious and you could see he was trying to intimidate Alex as you spoke. His eyes bore into the Dane across from you to the point that he shifted in his seat.

“Ingenting bror. Nothing brother. I was just talking to Alex. Everything’s fine and I can talk to who I want.”  You spoke calmly tilting your head back to look at your brother.

“Jag tycker inte om det.” I don’t like it. Gustaf hissed.

“Jag bryr mig inte.” I don’t care. You snapped back at him. You knew that Alex was able to understand most of what you were saying since your two languages were so similar but you didn’t care. Your brother turned away and headed towards his trailer while you faced back around to Alex, who was sitting silently.

“So, what was that about.” He asked trying to act nonchalant.

“My brother is just overprotective, just like the rest of my family. I’m not even the youngest but since there are only two girls, we’re practically smothered. He’ll get over it.” You replied rolling your eyes at the thought of Bill or Alex finding out about all the time you spent with the boy across from you. You watched as Alex’s face began to redden slightly and he began to fiddle, trying to avoid eye contact. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just that, well, his concerns aren’t entirely misplaced.” He said cryptically. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.


“What I’m trying to say is that Gustaf has a reason to act like that because, uh, you know,” he began to stutter, “I do kinda like you.” He finally blurted out.

“What?” You repeated again. “You like me? Really?”

Alex looked up at you with a shy smile and twiddled his thumbs. “I think I have since our first scene together. I couldn’t help but want to be around you and spend everyday with you.” You were still staring at him with a blank face and a parted mouth and he took that as a bad sign. “Oh God I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said that, shit.”

You quickly interrupted his cursing. “No no no. Alex it’s fine! I like you too.” You felt the flush rising up your neck as he said the words but the smile that grew so wide on Alex’s face relaxed any fear you had.

“Really?” He asked, a childlike look of wonder on his face. 

“Yeah, for a while now. Uh, so what do we do now?”

“Would you maybe want to go on a date with me?” He asked. You smiled at him and nodded. 

“I’d love to Alex.  But first, we have to tell my brothers. You need to be vetted.” You said with a smirk and watched as his expression turned into one of terror.


Tai lifted his head slowly to see Qrow dangerously close to him. Tai threw his head and back against the wall, only to find that he had no extra space to spare. He was scared of this man. Qrow frightened him. Something was unhinged in him…something that Summer Rose had kept closed off for years. No…something that only her death could set free.

“Why are you sorry?” Qrow asked once more, eyes continuing their piercing gaze. He spoke in such a raspy, matter-of-fact manner that it threw Tai off. He questioned his apologies as one would ask for a glass of water. When Qrow finally did speak, he thought it would be consumed with emotion and grief for Summer. Instead, he seemed almost barren of any feelings he once held. ‘Though,’ he thought, ‘that could change.’

Tai shook his head frantically, unsure of how to answer him.

“I keep hearing that phrase.” Qrow continued, sounding almost confused. “ ‘I’m sorry’. Why? What are you sorry for?”

Tai squirmed under his gaze, unsettled by his question. ‘What, are you stupid? Why wouldn’t we be sorry for your loss? For what happened?’. In an attempt to hide from Qrow’s intense eyes, he found an item he wasn’t sure still existed in this world.

On a coat rack right next to Qrow’s bed, hung a tattered, white cloak stained with blood.  He couldn’t control the tears once he realized how Qrow had most likely spent his nights staring at his partners- his wife’s signature cloak.
A subtle, eerie smile graced Qrow’s lips, bringing Tai’s vision back to stare into Qrow’s. “That? You’re sorry for that?”

Why was he being so nonchalant about it? That was Summer’s cloak for Gods’ sake! Did he feel nothing?

“Taiyang, let me ask you something. Does it ever cross your mind that you’re not supposed to have happiness?”

Jarred by the usage of his name, Tai scrambled. What kind of question was that? All he could do was stare back at Qrow, bewildered by such a question. Qrow picked up where he left off, seeming to be satisfied with silence as his answer.

“It’s crossed mine. I am the human avatar for disaster. My life has been on a path of mayhem and destruction. Until…” His eyes searched for a moment, looking over his shoulder to the cloak. Qrow’s mouth quivered into a grimace, unable to finish his thought aloud. Turning his head back to Tai, Qrow shook his head slightly. “That…that was stepping over my bounds.”

Tai raised his eye, unsure of what he meant. ‘That’? His eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of what the hell he was talking about. Quietly, Tai mumbled, “…Summer?”.

His smile only widened at the mention of her name; a long, disturbed smile. “You needn’t be sorry for something you didn’t do, Tai. You have to ask yourself, though…do you know what your sin is?” A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Do you know your sin, Tai? Because I know mine…

The rest of the dialogue is on AO3. It was too long to post here, so I just put an excerpt here. Please go and give it a read if you’d like. I’d highly recommend it if you want any context to what is happening and what will happen in future posts.

“Do you know your sin?”

Yup, Tai is the friend I spoke of in my last drawing. He is the one to get Qrow to start talking again, even if it is a little messy and incoherent.

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"That's it" Lance thought "He found out my biggest secret and will never look at me the same way ever again"

“That’s it,” Lance thought aloud. “He found out my biggest secret and will never look at me the same way ever again.”

“Oh, come on, Lance. It isn’t that big of a deal.” Hunk reassured him with a pat on his back. “Besides, I did that with you. So it’s my biggest secret too in a way.”

“It’s so embarrassing!” Lance whined in distress as he covered his face. 

“I don’t think it’s that bad. Besides, we were kids! I’m sure Keith has done something just as embarrassing.” Hunk replied. He was being so nonchalant about all of his and Lance could not understand how he was managing to do that.

Lance slowly dragged his hands down from his face and narrowed his eyes at Hunk. “You’re telling me that you seriously think that Keith sat in a bathtub for at least 2 hours, waiting to become a mermaid, and experiencing a soul-crushing disappointment when it didn’t happen?”

Hunk stared at him for a moment then gave a nervous laugh, “I mean… Probably not that exactly, but there’s a chance he did something similar, I’m sure. Maybe you should ask him about it?”

“No, I can’t.” Lance responded, covering his face once again, “I can never show my face to him again.”

Lance jumped when there was a sudden knock on his door. His heart sank. He knew it was Keith. His life was over. 

Hunk, knowing there was no way Lance was going to answer the door himself, got up and answered it for him.

Lance’s sinking heart was indeed correct, it was Keith at the door.

“Oh, hey, Keith.” Hunk said, giving Lance a glance to see him pop up into a sitting position, clearly dying inside.

“Hi.” Keith replied and Hunk stepped aside so he could come in.

Keith walked in and turned his attention to Lance immediately. “You know how you told me that embarrassing thing you did as a kid?”

“Please do not… remind me…” Lance squeaked out, shrinking into himself.

“I was thinking about it… And then I started thinking about my embarrassing moment.. Do you.. Want to know about it so we’ll be even?” 

Lance slowly raised his head, curious now. “Yes?”

Keith took a deep breath then sighed deeply. “Well.. When I was younger and I first got into cryptids… I read somewhere online that if you stayed out in the woods for long enough, you could become one so I stayed out in the woods for a few days and when Shiro came to get me, I told him I was trying to become a cryptid… And he just.. Sighed.. I was very disappointed when he explained to me that my attempts were not how it worked.”

Lance stared at him, “…..Oh my god…”


“Well, uh… Keith? You’re a cryptid in your heart.. And to me.. And that’s all that matters?” Lance tried to reassure him in a weary tone.

Keith laughed lightly, “you’re a mermaid to me, Lance.”

“Nice!” Lance exclaimed.

Hunk watched them with a smile. He was glad this was settled. 

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do you ever think that when bangtan finishes filming something, jk immediately goes into shame & regret mode? Like "why did I do that to Jimin in front of everybody? Why did I smack his butt on camera?" even though he always looks so nonchalant about it when he does it

honestly….. yeah…….. his hand and crotch are like…….. drawn into the gravitational orbit of jimins ass….. he probably doesnt even realise what hes doing until hes doing it

Would You Be My Wife (Part 7)

Summary: Bucky needs a way to get rid of his one night stands and decides to offer you a place to stay in exchange for you to pretend to be his wife who has caught him cheating. (Modern-Day AU drabble series)

Word Count: 689

Warnings: None

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

A/N: Drumroll. 

Originally posted by vanillaa-ice

If there was one thing you knew for certain was that Bucky Barnes knew how to kiss. In no time, he was moving his lips against yours in such a pleasurable way that you reached up for him, threading fingers through his hair as he pulled you closer to him by your waist.

Only when someone cleared their throat next to you did the two of you finally emerge, lips thoroughly kissed and mouths agape to breathe.

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also a guys car legit exploded like explosion and flames and all

and he walks in just. nonchalant about the whole ordeal. so i’m just like “is it at least exciting” and he’s like “NOT FOR MY WALLET. I COULD OF DIED.” and i’m just “so you’re excited?” and he leaves for a bit which while he’s gone i see an ambulance and fire truck outside and apparently they were under the impression he was trapped inside and he just apparently walked back up to his flaming vehicle like “…hey” with a 7 eleven bag. and he came back when his ride gets there and they notice my hoodie and we’re talking about dbz very intensely and he’s like talking about remembering watching it every weekend and i’m like “same” and he’s like “how is that same. you’re like in high school.” and i told him my age and we’re almost the same age :^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ / bitch i couldnt work night shift if i was under 18

but anyway yeah some dudes car exploded and he just casually walked away from it and goes back to the ambulance like hey im not dead and then discusses dbz

King George iii x Reader

Words: 1054

 Warning: nothing 

 Request: could you do prompt 113 with King George? -anon

Prompt:  “…Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand…”

A/N: I just wanted to say this is my first request and i hope i didn’t disappoint 

“Good morning, Sir,” you greeted, walking into King George’s’ master bedroom, giving him his everyday breakfast.

“Good morning, y/n,” he smiled, “You look lovely.”

A blush made its way to your cheeks, you covered it with a smile and walked over to his closet, trying your best not to let him see your face.
It’s been like this for months, the King would compliment you as if it meant nothing to him, he was so nonchalant about it. Which kind of hurt, as you took a liking into him. A lot.

He wasn’t like this to anybody else, he ordered them around harshly, insulting them about how hey did everything. Whereas with you, he would say–

“Y/n, I can pick my outfits out for myself, you know.”

Yeah exactly that. 

“Sir, it’s my job. I’m fully capable of doing this…”

“Please, you shouldn’t be wasting your energy on something so silly.”

You gave him a funny look, but gave up. He was like this everyday with you, and nobody else. 

“Um, could you tell Layla to get in here, please?”

You nodded, “Of course, sir." You briskly walked out of the room, towards the servants corners, where Layla was sitting and writing.

"Writing to Lafayette?” You asked, causing her to jump, she smiled when she realised it was you.

“I am… Does it bother you at all?” she asked, concerned.

“No, but it might bother the King, so you might want to be a little more secretive.”

“Hey, I am not the one he tells all of his war plans to." She was right, he told you everything. Except when around others, than he would shush you, as if you were going to reply. 

But you never did, you would just listen to all the burdens he had, the weight on his shoulders. Most of them being with General Washington.

It was quiet, before you said, "Speaking of, the King wants you.”

Layla nodded and quickly hid her letter, following you.

It was a quiet walk there, but once you opened the doors to the master bedroom, a booming voice took over, “Layla, I’m sure you had lots of fun taking up y/n’s time, be quicker next time I want you here.”

You stayed quiet, only giving a glance at Layla, who said, “Sorry, sir.”
“Layla, I need you to go into town and gather vegetables and meat for tonight’s dinner. Y/n, I need you to stay back for s while.”

You nodded quietly as Layla left, The King sat back down on his bed, going through letters, “Please, clean up around here. It’s getting dusty.”
You didn’t say a word, just went straight to the cleaning supplies, and comfortable silence absorbed the room.

It took you a second to fully register what he said, and it just so happened to be another ‘please’. You weren’t sure if other people noticed, and you were worried about what would happen if they did.

Alas, you soon had a lunch break. A break from doing practically nothing. All you did was stay in the Kings room cleaning things over, and over, and over again. Then his laundry, then more cleaning.

You walked outside of the Kings palace and sat on the bench, carefully unfolding what you were having for lunch.

“Yeah, I think he fancies her!”

“No way, they’re having an affair. Nothing more.”

“No, y/n isn’t the type of girl to do that.”

“I think so, she needs to get around somehow.”

You instantly straightened up, looking around, to where you found two women closely talking on the bench beside yours. They didn’t seem to notice you were there, gladly. With the effects of your blood boiling, along with the tears building up, you walked back inside to one of the unused rooms. 

And you cried.

You cried for what seemed like forever, holding your breath whenever you heard footsteps walking by.

After you felt like you had officially cried yourself out, for possibly the next few days. You dried your cheeks, flattened your dress, and waited a bit before deciding to walk out, and heading towards the master bedroom.

You opened the door, asking George still sitting where he was when he left, you weren’t even sure if he actually got up.

“Y/n! You’re a few minutes late!” The King announced, not exactly angry, but not happy either.

Before you could respond, he said, “It’s no matter, you are fine.”

You pursed your lips and nodded, looking away, hoping he wouldn’t see–

“Y/n, were you crying?”

Too late. You stayed quiet, looking down.

“Y/n, is that why you were late?”

You kept your head down, by spoke up, "…Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand…“ you realised how loud you actually were and shut up quickly.

"Well, you are less annoying than the other servants…” He said.

“Really?” You looked up, “Is that it? That’s all that’s going on here?”

King George tensed up, “Why are you asking, y/n?”

You mumbled something inaudible to him.


“People say that we’re sleeping together, and that’s how I make my way around….” You said softly.

“Who are they?” He demanded, “I will behead them immediately.”

“See, this is what I’m talking about! Why do you treat me this way?”

“You say it like its s bad thing… Am I bothering you?”

“Please, sir… Just tell me.”

There were more moments of silence as you two just stared eachother, when he finally took in a breath, closing his eyes, and put his hands in yours.

“Y/n, I have fancied you…” Your eyes went wide for a second, “for a while, now. And I, have no idea how to deal with these… Feelings. It makes it harder when I don’t know if you… Feel the same.”

Your breath hitched, “I do… Feel the same, George. I–”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as the King smashed his lips to yours, full of passion. You smiled into the kiss and sunk in.

The King. The bloody King Of England, you thought, is kissing me.

King George and you broke away for oxygen, smiles on your faces. “God, I haven’t been this happy in ages,” he said.

“I could say the same.”