hell of a bunch of people

Okay but like, headcanon that Pidge took a bunch of spare tickers and reprogrammed them in her spare time to act like rudimentary smartphones for all of them. She programs a space twitter onto it and everyone is instantly hooked

Lance: Hah, look guys! Keith only has six followers on Space Twitter, how lame!

Keith: Lance, there’s only six other people on the ship.

Lance: Pfft whatever mullet, still lame.

Keith: *goes to Lance’s page, hits unfollow* Hey guys, Lance only has five followers on Space Twitter, how lame.

Lance: KEITH!!!!

#1 - “niece” and “nephew” make Balwur and Malok sound way more adorable and small than they are

#2 - Oryx threw his foster-son into hell prison (A+ parenting skills)

#3 - Something about Oryx’s family being in a little list like this is far too domestic and innocent and all I can think about is Oryx with a “#1 Dad” mug and a bunch of tiny pictures in his wallet he can pull out and show to people like “This is my son cutting his first hole in the fabric of reality” or “This one here is my little niece, Balwur. Look at how well she’s poisoning that entire planet” as he wipes a proud tear from his eye.


But he’s been talking about making a DMC Zero for a while now so this could totally be a thing

On the other hand how fucking cool is Eva though??? She made a pact with the strongest demon in hell, married him, had his babies, and brought both her son and later his friend back to life while she was a spirit. She made bracelets that allows you to slow down time and apparently at one point fought against Inferno’s armies with Sparda. I can’t help but wonder why her soul wasn’t dragged down to hell when she died, though, like isnt that part of a witch’s contract?? Or maybe because Sparda, yknow, loved her, he didn’t want her soul to be eaten or anything so he arranged to have her soul to become absorbed in the amulet that he gave her.


I am so ready to live. I want to love someone so much it feels like my chest is on fire. I want to be so happy my mouth hurts from smiling and my eyes look like fireworks on New Year’s, bright enough to light up a whole city. Western philosophy is a bunch of pretentious concepts created by mainly white men who don’t understand my situation, much less this generation, but to hell with it. Let’s philosophize everything. Tell me about what you want; what keeps you up at night, what makes your skin boil? Tell me about all of it and I’ll listen.

I want to run until I can’t breathe and hum my songs in front of stadiums of people and write until my hands bleed ink. I want to feel free for once. Let’s get drunk on a balcony in an exotic city, sneaking in kisses between drinks of golden champagne while the moon sleeps above us. Let’s dance on top of cars at sunset. Let’s stay up so late that starlight tumbles from our lips, silvery words spilling from our mouths. 

I am so ready to live. What am I waiting for?

Fandom hell is when your favorite anime came out 20 years ago and was super popular and had an active fandom 10 years ago, but now the fandom basically consists of 2 people and a bunch of finished or abandoned fics

♚ so we all know 2016 was a hell of a year,,, but like on the bright side i made this blog back in march, i joined the marvel and dc fandom and this blog even managed to gain 1.5k followers and talk to a bunch of new an awesome people

so heres to 2017 and all those amazing people that bring life to my dash with our shared interested i love you and hope 2017 is a good one (or atleast better than 2016 yikes)  ♚

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its just that so many people forget how powerful Nico is like a lot of the fandom and even a bunch of the book’s characters like he’s so powerful  he took the Ghost King title from King Midas, he phased someone out of existence, he shadow traveled across Europe and the Atlantic ocean, he led an army of the undead against Kronos, HE SURVIVED TARTARUS ALL. ON. HIS. OWN.

 he’s literally powerful as hell not to mention he’s a child of the Big Three like there’s a reason they had a pact to not have more children(not that Zeus and Poseidon kept it up) their kids are THAT powerful bit Nico’s so unappreciated like he’s only 15 but might just be more powerful than Percy like why is no one talking about this Italian powerhouse why do i never see more Nico appreciation posts hes so bamf

trimax-na-boken  asked:

But WBC is real with actual documented incidents. What has a real SJW ever actually done besides make stupid people feel uncomfortable on the Internet

There is no such thing as “a real SJW”.  “Social justice warrior” was always a negative label from the beginning, created to designate those that are not representing social justice as it should be (kind of like how the term “weekend warrior” is used to describe someone who’s normally boring from Monday through Friday, but goes out of their way to indulge themselves irresponsibly on the weekends in an attempt to compensate).  Wearing that label unironically is like publicly proclaiming that you’re a bigot.  You’re utilizing the No True Scotsman logical fallacy here.  Also, the fact that you said “make stupid people uncomfortable on the internet” really doesn’t reflect well on you, especially when the majority of anti-SJWs are liberals, LGBTA people, minorities, etc. that are simply “uncomfortable” with how you’re poorly representing what we believe in.  The fact that there even is a divide between people that all desire equality just goes to show that someone is doing it wrong (hint: It’s not the anti-SJWs).  If anything, you’re just showing people exactly the kind of attitude that people hate about SJWs.  It’s the fanaticism.  It’s the extremism.  There are people who simply have faith in a higher power, and then there are people like WBC, who actively use that faith to try to harm others.  This is why they’re really the perfect analogy when discussing what SJWs are to activism.

In any case, are you sure you want me to answer this?  Because I don’t think you’re going to like what you see.

What has tumblr done, you ask?:

    Meanwhile, the sane people of tumblr mocked the shit out of them for intentionally kicking the hornet’s nest, and then whining when they got stung.

    Why?  Because 4chan contributed over $23k to it. 

    I’m sure all of this doesn’t even come CLOSE to what SJWs have done overall.  I could probably spend weeks finding all sorts of bullshit to put on here.  I openly invite others to add onto this, as I’m sure there’s a lot that’s been left out (@takashi0 might have a list on hand).

    This is why people are against “social justice warriors”.  They are NOT representing social justice.  They are NOT supporting equality.  They are only giving liberals, activists, women, minorities, and the LGBTA community a bad name.

    also I can’t stop thinking about how a horror movie titled “The Bye-Bye Man” had to be presented, and subsequently approved, by an entire studio. like that name was presented to a whole bunch of people, and every one of them just went “ah hell yeah sounds good”. not a single one of them thought there was room for improvement in that title.

    Nah but really, can we normalize animated movies for adults that aren’t comedies, please? I’m getting really tired of every YA novel finally getting a movie and it’s just watered down into an insultingly childish version of the original. Like. Have filmmakers not noticed that movies like Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, etc. made a huge profit because they kept the plot and characters in tact, attracting much of the original audience back. Why can’t the same be done in animated movies, even when animals or dragons or whatever are the main characters? Take the movie seriously, and the book fans will see it, and convince like everyone they know to give it a watch. At the very least, a bunch of people will wanna go see the edgy movie about bunnies they heard their friends talking about. I mean, Watership Down was dark as hell, and it’s pretty popular all things considered. But this is mostly just an incoherent sleepy rant about how I wish Guardians of Ga'Hoole had a better movie adaptation tbh.

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    i havent been out of my house in 4 days because the ice still hasnt melted so heres more homestuck headcanons ft. Snow this time with crockengliharleyberts

    -john is woke to the suburban experience so he knows how to pack the perfect snowball, the ones packed super tightly and hurt like hell, you know the ones. also sneaks up behind people and shoves snow down their collars

    -jade is happy making a bunch of snowmen with jake until john hits her with a snowball, at which point she flings an entire snowman at john in retaliation. john is almost flattened by the force of impact. (whether jade does this with spacey powers or her own two hands is up for interpretation)

    -jane doesnt like the cold so she comes out with 4 jackets 3 scarves a ski mask and a pair of goggles looking like shes going into an active warzone. not one inch of skin is exposed. john takes one look at her and falls over laughing. he puts a picture on his story labeled “cryptid”

    -jake for someone who lived on a tropical island is stunningly bad at survival. tries to eat the snow. also has a marathon of the really cheesy old christmas specials. his favorite is frosty the snowman and he cries every time frosty dies

    Only a few hours until 2016 finally dies, yay! How else would I celebrate if not with an appreciation post for people made this year bearable on tumblr dot hell? You’re all amazing, with great content whether it’s edits/gifs/art/writing/oc stuff and I hope 2017 is full of good things for you and everyone who sees this post! Love, Bee  💕

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    I got caught up in reading a bunch of the SW novels (read the Catalyst novel, you guys, it’s DELIGHTFUL and I think it really helped get me ready for Rogue One!), so this week I’m doing another compliation set on a theme: STAR WARS MODERN AUS.

    NO WAIT COME BACK!! I had a hell of a time getting into them at first, I mean, what’s Star Wars without the laser swords and aliens and space ships and people being space monks?? But then I realized, oh, it’s a chance for these assholes to maybe be happy in a different universe or a chance to examine them from another angle. I wouldn’t suggest starting here, get your fill of more canon-based fic first, then come back when you’re hungry for more of this kind of thing, because it’s pretty amazing when you’re in the right headspace for it! (Fic recs every Wednesday.)

    Dear Fellow Traveler by Glare, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, human au, 17.4k
       When strangers Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker both miss their flight, they become unlikely partners in the quest to get home. A modern road trip AU.
    Plot Twist by skywalkersamidala, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, human au, 10.1k
       The supposed love triangle between Mr. Skywalker, Ms. Amidala, and Mr. Kenobi is all their students (and even their fellow teachers) can talk about. The only thing is, no one at Coruscant High School can figure out exactly which of them are together.
    Negotiation by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, nsfw, modern au, serial killer au, 30.4k wip
       Over a year ago, Coruscant Police Detective Anakin Skywalker vanished without a trace while hunting the prolific serial killer known within the media as “The Negotiator”.
    i could teach you (but i’d have to charge) by pdotschuy, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, modern au, school au, 7.1k wip
       ( aka: that high school teachers au that literally no one was going to ask for, but needed to be done. featuring: anakin and ahsoka terrorizing the entire school, the clones as secretaries, and obi-wan, who definitely deserves a raise. let’s not even talk about dooku. )
    A Sky Full of Stars by rubberbird, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 15.7k wip
       True love never did run smooth.
    the comfort of this house by FoxGlade, obi-wan/anakin/padme & luke & leia & cast, 3.9k
       seven excerpts from a life where everything went right
    Master by ARightCharlie (nerddowell), obi-wan/anakin & padme & quinlan, NSFW, human au, dom/sub, 6.6k
       “You know, it’s not kind to play with your food,” Quin told Obi-Wan as he glanced between his friend and the undergrad Obi-Wan was currently toying with.
    let me photograph you in this light by QueenWithABeeThrone, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & padme & han & luke & leia, human au, 14.4k
       Obi-wan Kenobi and eight things he learns about Anakin Skywalker after Anakin comes to work for him. (alternatively: Obi-wan and Anakin make it work, amidst vigilantes, terrible tea, and kidnapping attempts.)
    ghost coast by bloodonyrsundress, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & padme & barris & cast, NSFW, human au, supernatural au, 19.6k wip
       chapter six features more magic hand-wavey garbage, a supernatural #squad meeting in a graveyard, and ambiguous sandwiches.
    In Color by Glare, obi-wan/anakin/padme & qui-gon & shmi, modern au, soulmate au, 13k wip
       Anakin Skywalker is six years old the first time he marks on his skin with intent. His classmates whisper to one another about soulmates on the jungle gym at recess or over toys during free time. They smear colorful paints on their skin and delight when, sometimes, there’s an answer. First graders do not understand the intricacies of the concept, but they know that soulmates are a good thing to have. Another person, who is a perfect match to you. What more could a lonely child want?

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    so like, to be totally salty, why does K//illing S//talking have a bigger fanbase than Sharp Zero, a really fucking cool (!!!!) webcomic featuring lots’ve queer & genderqueer (as well as ethnically diverse !!) characters. And on top of that– MEMES!!!! Like (mild spoilers) one character saw Jerry Seinfeld as they died and,,, fuck,,,, i love this webcomic man,,,,

    I don’t understand why it isn’t huge like this is basically what bunches’ve people on Tungle dot hell have been asking for???? bruh it’s so good i love

    Silver Bells

    A/N: A Secret Saito gift for @sage-the-empress, whose prompt was “city.” At first I was running through all of the exotic cities in the world where Arthur and Eames might spend the holidays and then I thought…why not put them in the city I know best. So here is a bunch of Christmas fluff in Boston.

    Arthur should flee, very, very far from Vermont, where the job has gone to hell. He needs distance from the people who want him dead.

    But Arthur hasn’t slept in almost three full days—sleeping for the job doesn’t count—and Arthur makes it as far as Boston and loses all willpower to get himself to the airport, to get himself on a plane, to get himself somewhere else. Eames has a safe house in Boston, a ridiculously posh brownstone that’s all strange angles and falling-down plaster that Eames calls “charming” and refuses to fix, and Arthur manages to disable any of the security systems that make noise and stumbles into the house. He knows that Eames will know he’s there, as Arthur left the other security systems up and running, so he waves negligently to the cameras he knows are observing him, re-arms the noisy security systems to protect him while he sleeps, straggles into the bedroom, collapses onto the bed, and is immediately out.

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    Love Letters from Hell

    Another plotless drabble series featuring Punk!Dazai. (This will be similar to my Chuuya series where its a bunch of drabbles (or longer) that go in order along the same timeline but don’t really have an actual ‘plot)’. It’s technically an AU because there are no abilities or ADA in this world, but its a regular world with normal people problems. 

    (this is kenzi over at @bungou-stray-dogs-indulgences ‘s fault. her thirst is real)

    Pairing: Punk!Dazai x F!Reader
    Warnings: Language - Sexual Situations - Adult Situations

    Flesh oozed and slopped onto the floor in thick crimson splatters. The gnashing of teeth followed by periled screams of the damned rang between the alleyways as the victims took their last look at the living world before the beat of their heart was silenced by the undead swarming them. Feral and ravenous their eyes bore no similarities to that of their former lives as humans walking the earth beneath the glowing sun. Their skin hung in grey splotches falling off like chips of paint with highlighted bone sticking out from their unhinged jaw.

    Whoever did the make-up for this movie was your new idol, you decided, as you quickly thumbed through the movie’s IMBD page on your phone. Eyes frantically switching from your laptop to the phone in your hand you felt the sudden rush of summer air blow through the cracked window. Heat skated through the t-shirt hanging off your shoulders and the tiny black fan perched on your desk barely reached your toes at the foot of the bed. Even with your hair tugged high above your head you could still feel the dry temperature creeping up the back of your neck. The screaming from the laptop died out as the scene switched to an eerily empty park.

    “You dumb fuck you’re about to die.” You whisper harshly to the actors on screen.

    Most horror movies had become unbearably predictable, but the make-up had continued to evolve to astounding detail. No longer were people dependent on CGI to make a freshly skewered head look instant-stomach-heaving good, no this was an art that required hours upon hours of work. The blood, the gore, ah it was beautiful in your eyes. A goal worth fighting for, worth the long nights and exhaustion.  With this wave of enthusiasm and appreciate came the following cliff dive into blood-curdling annoyance. Harsh words banged around in your head as you paused the movie and rolled off your bed with your arms stretched to the ceiling. Unconditional love from parents to children was bullshit, apparently.

    Rolling a sweaty palm across your forehead you padded towards the window and stuck your headphones in your ears. Summer skies were always the most beautiful despite the less than astounding neighborhood. But it was affordable and safe-ish, but nothing a metal bat couldn’t handle. Unless you were ambushed, then you were fucked nine ways to Sunday. With a quick swipe of your hand you managed to reach the apple sitting on the bedside table—a reminder to yourself to eat, from yourself—but you’d forgotten, again.

    Soft music pumped through your ears and settled your mood as you plopped down on the roof and leaned your back against the side of the house. The only good thing about living in the garbage part of the city was being able to see the towering skyline of Yokohama. Bright, luminous, and absolutely breathtaking, and though silly it made life a bit more bearable because it gave you something to look at rather than look for. Tokyo’s skyline was nothing to scoff at, but Yokohama felt less suffocating. It sufficed for now. Apple in hand you munched lightly and let your eyes flit the other direction towards the nearly endless horizon. Over the shanty like houses with mismatched shutters and overgrown lawns a sprinkle of light fluttered through the darkness.

    Slowly all the thoughts racing through your head began to disappear, back to the tiny box where you tried to store everything that made your heart sink. After the bars closed and the drunken inhabitants wobbled their way into their houses the street became utterly silent. Stars twinkled above the navy blue canvas like a coat of scattered glitter. All was peaceful and that apple was damn near perfect in flavor. Nearly all of your anxiety had been drained by the stillness of this perfect night—until a squeal so familiar and loud nearly made your jaw crack in half.

    His bike roared and shook the trees as he zipped down the road. You’d heard him three times in the last week, and it was always at some ungodly hour. This generally happened while you were lying in bed attempting to sleep and there his happy ass would come, loud as all hell with that damn motorcycle of his, cruising down the road with his music blaring. By the time you managed to gain enough energy to hop out of bed he’d be gone, evaporated into the night like some cryptic teleporting jack-ass from hell. You’d found his bike once outside of some dive bar at the end of the road and left a nice little message about waking up the neighbors at four am. Since then he’d oh so generously made his loud appearance home before four am. His pettiness—however annoying—was impressive.

    As if he sensed your narrowed eyes and snarl the owner of said bike rolled his palms over his handles, thus sparking an even louder sound to emit from his black motorcycle, as he drove past your house. Something snapped in your chest like a string on a harp plucked too hard. Your wrist nearly snapped as well from the momentum you’d exerted flinging that partially eaten apple at his forehead. Before you could even rationalize your entire existence up to that point you scurried through the window as a yelp flew from his mouth.

    Hiding under your covers from monsters was childish, but it had always seemed to work before, right?


    Morning came with an abundant declaration that nearly burned your eyes straight out of your sockets. The hellish assault of sunlight had woken you from your post – panic haze and caused a very rough start way too early in the morning. As you trudged towards your small kitchen with bedhead to the nines and your pajama shorts hanging around your hips a flash of a green apple slamming a possibly dangerous biker in the face projected in the back of your mind. Groaning you held your cup of coffee with both hands and laid your head on the kitchen counter. He deserved it, but what if that apple caused him to crash? Oh god what if he rolled off his bike and flew into a telephone pole? How would you explain that to your fellow cellmate? Does it make you a better criminal to kill someone with fruit?

    At least you’d get sleep in jail.

    Refusing to let the bitter morning go to waste you slid on your shoes and walked towards the front door with your coffee in hand. Overgrown tendrils of grass had risen their way up throughout the lawn. Curling and looping around the metal fencing and tickling your ankles as you stomped down the concrete steps. The cracked pathway was barely visible beneath the dirt and apparently ever-fruitful lawn, and unfortunately at some point you would have to cut it. Milk white clouds no thicker than a string floated carelessly across the sky. A vivid blue with tinges of tangerine igniting the world, and for a moment everything was calm again. The breeze rolled through your hair and picked up the strays dancing against the nape of your neck and brushed the scent of flowers beneath your nose.

    “Morning, neighbor~.”

    A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes popped open and immediately shifted to the left. There, strung along the top of the metal gate as if he owned the entire world, was that asshole.  At least this meant you didn’t commit a felony murder. It took a moment for your eyes to fixate on the tall, thin man before you and the fact that he had an apple in his hand. Smirking he took a bite and let the metal of his lip piercings clink against the skin of it. Beneath the soft cotton t-shirt jet black ink poked out up to his collar bone and littered both his arms. Intricate patterns and beautifully etched designs paralleled each other. He raised his free hand up to his chin, perching it within his palm while the other dangled over the top of the fence.

    “Why the hell is your bike so loud?” You snapped while bringing the coffee cup to your lips.

    His smirk broadened; your stomach folded in on itself. He took another bite of the apple before tossing it up in his hand. At first he made no noise as he straightened his posture and lifted his left hand to the back of his neck. Dramatically his mouth opened and let out a yawn. His shirt lifted off his stomach; you suddenly found the grass beneath your feet mind-numbingly interesting.  Though groggy and still miffed about your wake-up call from the brightest light known to man there was no denying this dude was unaware of his good looks. The way he tilted his head as he looked at you, chocolate brown locks swaying over his eyes and how he made it a clear habit to nibble on the right stud in his lip. He was baiting you.  

    “Some people like to sleep at night y’know.”

    Did your voice just crack? Probably, you weren’t on top of your game this early.

    “Says the girl screaming ‘not that door you dumbass’ at three in the morning.”

    An unwelcomed combination of a laugh-snort-hmph escaped your lips at his comically high imitation of your voice. This man had a talent of getting his way and getting away with everything. But not today, hopefully. Straightening your back and crossing your arms over your chest you stared back at him and hoped you looked somewhat pissed. His brow arched and lips broke into a wide smile. The apple in his hand had been tossed over the fence in the street where birds picked at it before flying elsewhere.

    “Are you going to keep revving that god damn thing so loud? It rattles my whole damn house.”

    “Ah, my apologies miss but,” he cooed while running his tattooed fingers through his hair, “but if we’re being fair you hit me with an apple so that makes us even.  “

    His tone had changed, like he was egging you on to continue this little tiff. The way he stood with a prominent dominance and sweet smile that probably dropped a hundred panties made it evident he was not going to let you win so easily. His eyes glimmered in a haze of honey – brown with a tint of darkness pooling behind them.  This was a man who rarely lost at anything and more likely than not had never been told no by anyone. However, he seemed to have underestimated your willpower against his blatant charms. For this moment your panties remained on your own bedroom floor.  It was early, you were pissed, and the sun was too damn bright.

    Oh no, today was not the day fucker.

    “Once. You’ve woken me up at least three times in the week. So I can either throw three more apples or,” you tapped your finger against your lips, “or you could mow my lawn as an apology. If we’re being fair.”

    “Is that a euphemism? You could have just asked me to come watch a movie~” He teased as his tongue darted out to his bottom lip. “Come a little closer to me, it’s hard to hear that sweet voice of yours from so far away.”

    You were on the verge of a sensory overload, but this was a game you were playing to win. He was still on the edge of success but his eyes were nowhere except your hips as they swayed his direction. Inch by inch the contours of his face became prominent, chiseled, perfect. He put up a thick mask but he couldn’t hide everything.

    The slight thinning of his eyes as they grew a bit hazy; how his fingers curled around the fence while the rest of his body stiffened. He seemed to tower over you. Two lions, one goal. Never losing his gaze you ran the tips of your fingers up his chest to his chin and gripped it. A flash of light cut across his eyes. Amusement perked his brow higher and that smirk returned halfway up the side of his face.

    “Yes my sweet?”

    The day he dropped that teasing tone would be the day he died.

    “Mow my front lawn or the next thing I throw is a rock and it’s not going to hit your face. My sweet.”

    Calmly you reinstate your point by knocking your knee lightly against his groin through the fence before twisting your hips and walking back towards the house.

    “My name is Dazai. Dazai Osamu, my sweet!” he called back with a laugh as the door to your house shut loudly.

    The air of victory surrounded you for the next few hours until a very deafeningly loud sound woke you from your afternoon nap. Bat in hand you kicked your front door open only to be greeted by a very sweaty, shirtless Dazai Osamu mowing your lawn. He glanced up at you as he pushed the old pile of rust across your lawn and gave you a sultry wink.

    His pettiness was next level, and it made you too damn weak for anything good to come out of it. 


    Well my primary school was filthy. Once a guy shat his trousers and proceeded to throw his trousers out of a window and wash his arse in the classroom sink. No one could find the pants until a month later and there was a skidmark on the wall near the sink that only disappeared five years later when they renovated the school.

    Then there was a problem with people eating on classrooms, and over the summer a bunch of rats died around the school so when we came back it stank like hell. We waited almost two months for the teachers to fix the problem and it only happened because an inspector almost fainted from the stench.

    Finally there was this teacher who was always leaving his nail clippings and hair trimmings around and it was disgusting because once a month he would remove his socks and cut his toenails at the front of the classroom and once he had a face razor and started to shave when a visitor took over the lesson.

    My school was pretty nasty