i am going to wreck that thing

Tumblr Rant

This is gonna be random and cheesy but i want everyone to know this. No one can understand how i felt before I found tumblr. 

I was a fucking MESS. I had fake friends and 0 real ones, I was depressed and i’d sit in my room and cry all day and night because i felt alone. My number one fear is being judged and labeled and still is. My life was a wreck and if i’m being totally honest i wanted to end it and came very close to. 

 Eventually i read SJMs books and they helped me SO much. I’d go home and just reread my favorite parts, and laugh about things that happened in a fake world but i thought it was real in my heart. When i found tumblr i was SO excited to make my account and start getting involved. I’ve made some AMAZING friends. Like you don’t understand how thankful i am for this fandom. I love it more than anything in the world and even though i don’t know half the people in it and they don’t know me i’m grateful for them too. 

 About a month after I made this account i saw all the hate and made my post called “What happened to this fandom????” which a lot more people saw than i thought. I felt so good knowing that some people felt the same way. I got messages from a bunch of people who are now my best friends (and i mean best friends irl too cuz i don’t have any at the moment tbh)





Those are a few and i love them to death and thank you guys so so much for not judging me and for being nice and it means so much. This fandom is amazing and i love EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. in it. 

I literally can’t express that enough. You all quite literally saved my life and i’m so grateful. I wake up every morning and the first thing i do is check tumblr. If i get snapchats or instagram dms i completely ignore them but if i have a message or even a notification on tumblr i’m immediately checking my phone. This has been amazing to experience and i’m so happy that i have you amazing people in my life. 

To all the blogs i follow i love you and to all of my followers I LOVE YOU SO MUCH❤️ 

I just wish there were more people like the people on here. This world is turning into a judgement zone and i go back to school in about 4 weeks and i’m nervous because i won’t be on tumblr all the time and school is what brought me to depression in the first place. 

So thank you everyone so so much for being in my life even if you don’t realize it. You all make my day every day. Literally everyone. Like you reading this right now you are an amazing person and i love you.

If you read all of that i’m impressed but i was crying earlier cuz i was mad i couldn’t see my friends from tumblr irl since we live so far :/ but i’m so happy i joined this fandom and thank you so so much to everyone in it❤️

I want everyone to know I love you! So spread this cuz I also want people to know that this fandom has saved my life and this is my thank you.


ik davids not crying but hey I’m a sucker for making it more dramatic. I spent like 5 to 6 hours on this and I am still not really satisfied with it, but ah well. I saw ppl doing like screenshot art thingies so I decided to do that with my favorite scene in camp camp, and I’m positive someone has probably done a screenshot thing for this scene as well. eh oh well. heeree it iss .. (btw my captions are gold, fyi)

Whipped Cream

Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has added Sam, Bucky, and Tony.

Y/N: Now which one of you little pricks, put whipped cream all over my bedroom?

Sam: First of all,

Sam: RUDE.

Bucky: What is whipped cream?

Y/N: Oh don’t fuck with me now, Barnes.

Tony has added Steve

Tony: Cap, she said the f word.

Tony: For the record Y/N, I am deeply disappointed that the first suspect would be the three of us.

Steve: Can you PLEASE shut the fuck up already?


Y/N has added Scott, T’Challa, Natasha, Clint, Wanda, Peter.


T’Challa: At least he has enough manners to ask nicely.


Bucky: Quick, we gotta cool him down.

Bucky has left the chat

Sam: Never thought I’ll say this, but.


Sam has left the chat.

T’Challa: But one Civil war was more than enough for my taste,

T’Challa: So I want no part in this one.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Clint: What I retire for 2 minutes and you guys start throwing fire at Stark? C’mon give him a break, you see he’s old.

Natasha has joined the chat.

Nat: Why are Sam and Bucky running around the tower spilling water everywhere?

Nat: Oh.

Tony: Thanks buddy, I wonder how many times you’ll come back from your retirement once I disable those fingers.

Clint has been disconnected.

Tony has left the chat.

Wanda: DANG it, I was really getting into it.

Scott: Guys, now I am scared.

Scott: Clint and Tony are running around the tower throwing things at each other.

Steve: Guys, seriously we should stop them, before they wreck everything.

Peter: Uh, yeah I agree with Mr. Rogers.

Wanda: I dare you to stop them, and I promise you that your worst nightmare will seem like the sweetest dream.


Steve: No need to get violent.

Scott: Since we’re not allowed to stop them,

Scott: Does anyone wanna go with me and record this?

Nat: Let’s go, tiny.

Scott: For the record I am not that tiny

Scott: I mean you all saw me.

Nat: You coming or nah?

Nat has left the chat.

Scott: On my way, Mrs grumpy kills.

Scott has left the chat.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam: For the record, I am team Clint.

Sam has left the chat.


Wanda: Hell yeah.

Thor has joined the chat.

Thor has added Bruce.

Thor: I am pleased to see that they don’t require our help.

Bruce: Civil war, part two.

Bruce: Unbelievable.

Bruce has left the chat.

Steve: Well I know for sure I am not just gonna sit here while they wreck the whole place down.

Steve has left the chat.

Y/N: There goes Mama Steve.

Wanda: Always so careful of its little ones.

Peter: Guys, I think we should help him.


Peter has left the chat.

Wanda: I gotta go, gotta find Pietro, I haven’t seen him for a while.

Wanda has left the chat.

Y/N: Wait a minute

Y/N: Oh you smooth motherfuckers.

Thor: It is not suitable for one lady to have filthy mouth like that.

Y/N: can’t you see what they just did?

Thor: Wreck the Avengers Tower?

Y/N: Yeah that too,


Thor: Well, Lady Y/N, I might be of some help there.



Thor: Now it seems like a good time, yeah.


Thor: But don’t tell him I told you

Y/N: oh what are we 12 now? SPEAK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Thor: It was Bucky and Sam.


Y/N has left the chat.

Thor: Such a nice lady with such a filthy mouth.

Thor: I would rethink bringing her to meet my mother.

Thor has left the chat.

This is my first avengers chatroom, hope you like it.

I just  miss Ziam Masterpost

I’ve been missing ziam to much lately :(

Just look at the fond in their eyes 

Zayn just really loves Liam ok 










They are such dorks I am in love







“On the Night You Were Born”-an Everlark one-shot

It’s definitely been awhile, but it’s @keelaree‘s birthday and I’m coming out for my girl!

Have mercy…I’m still a little out of my writing element…

Summary: A fateful, rainy night brings an interesting patient into Dr. Peeta Mellark’s ER…

Title—but not plot—taken from the famous children’s book.

 On the Night You Were Born

She walked into the emergency room of Panem Hospital, quiet and unassuming. Her thick, ebony locks pulled into a ropy braid that rested against hunched, exhausted shoulders.

In the hubbub of the lobby, packed with late-night drunken injuries and feverish children with their parents, Dr. Peeta Mellark noticed her right away.

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You know what I’m just going to start accepting these whiny baby boomer articles about how “millennials are ruining x thing”. Yes, I, a known millennial, am purposely ruining everything you hold dear in order to wreck the system you built out of matches over an open flame. You caught me. Take me away boys

Hiveswap Theory

So, with Hiveswap on the horizon and a couple of asks I’ve gotten lately, I have been thinking more and more about the story of the game, and wondered if what we’ve seen already may be enough to find some interesting things out about the overall story! I decided to give it a shot and go through all we know about Hiveswap and see if I can predict some stuff.

Thanks to @revolutionaryduelist for inspiring me to make this post! You should totally check him out, he’s got some amazing stuff.

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Hip-Hop Unit accidentally touch your boobs reaction requested by anon

 Vernon: I feel like he would sort of freak out or look weirded out and say “I’m sorry” with the most weirded out voice ever.

Originally posted by sneezes

S.Coups: I really don’t know about him because at one moment he could be all awkward and shit and the next all perverted and fhihfie so like it’s either between him getting all blushy or him wiggling his eyebrows.

Originally posted by stay-n-dream

he looks so hot here im helpmeplease

Wonwoo: Its like the same thing with him but instead of being awkward he’s being all apologetic and just being all cute *screech*(help).

Originally posted by hanwooz

^^when you have been biased wrecked 

Mingyu: Gyuuuuu ok so like with him he get so blushy and be so apologetic it’s going to make you die inside. like i am rn just thinking about it *screeches again*

Originally posted by wonhomed


Sorry for the long ass wait omg I hate not having to post but like school is killing my ass I hate it With much love - Admin Lupe♡♡♡

On Reaching Out To Trump Voters

Another day, another hot take from someone who thinks what Democrats really need to do, must do in order to get back political power is to reach out and cater to specifically white people who voted for Donald Trump.  Every single one of these lava hot takes provides some firsthand examples of individuals who claim to be “ex-Democrats” and their woeful laments about why they felt they had no choice but to vote for Trump.  My first presidential election was in 1980.  I cannot think of any time in the previous nine elections where there have been more “think pieces” written begging for the losing side to understand, take pity on, and cater to the winning side.  I’ll bet my right kidney (my left is reserved for Belgian ales) you can search the archives of the New York Times, the Washington Post, any of the major media outlets from 2009 and you won’t find a single article written pleading conservatives to “understand and reach out” to Obama voters.  This lack of reciprocal “think pieces” isn’t by accident.  If there is one thing I’ve come to understand the past few years, it’s the absolute need for everyone, especially the media, to kowtow to the needs, wants, and feelings of white Americans.  In America, all roads lead to whiteness.

In 2009, it was white Americans who were “jilted” and “upset” so it was them who Obama voters needed to reach out to and understand. In 2017 it is white Americans who feel “disrespected” and “not heard” so the demand is once again being made on progressives to reach out and understand.  Win or lose, everyone must take the feelings of white America into consideration.  As a fifty-six-year-old white American, this is complete and utter bullshit.  By default, my feelings have ALWAYS been considered my entire life for no other reason than I’m a white male.  I never gave this special status a second thought for a lot of years.  I didn’t even notice it. However, thanks to the patience of a good close friend and reading writers like Ta-Nehisi Coates, I’ve come to understand not just how fortunate I’ve been and treated for the random luck of my birth but more importantly, how those not so fortunate have been negatively impacted by the very system that has blessed me so greatly.  For this reason and many others, I can’t give a flying fuck about the feelings of white Americans who voted for Trump.  They made their choice. They need to accept the consequences of it.  Full….fucking….stop.

While some of the hot takes reluctantly admit that Trump voters are somewhat responsible for their vote, they still feel compelled to lay the brunt of the onus on progressives.  I’ll accept their half-assed acknowledgment people who voted for Trump are responsible for their decisions.  What I won’t accept is the notion that progressives have “pushed white America” towards Trump.  Fuck this nonsense! Nobody held a gun to white America’s bigoted/racist head and forced them to fill in the oval or pull the lever on their ballot for Trump. If your political choices are based on what will piss off someone else, you are doing democracy wrong.  Voting for someone because it will upset liberals is at best a childish reaction.  “I didn’t vote for what would be best for my and my family, for my job, for my health care, for the environment, for the future…  I voted for Trump because Hillary called me “deplorable.”” Jesus-childish-fucking-Christ!  “I didn’t like the neurosurgeon’s bedside manner so I yanked my kid out of the hospital and took her to the vet for her brain surgery.  That’ll teach him!”  Way to go Jethro.  You just got your kid killed because your fee fees were hurt.  If I know you, and I do, you’ll rationalize it by saying, “It was God’s will” or some other nonsense instead of owning up to the fact you are the one responsible for your kid’s death due to your ignorance and arrogance. This is exactly what is happening right now with regard to many Trump voters.  They are having buyer’s remorse but instead of owning up to their shitty decision, they are deflecting responsibility to anyone but themselves.  Fuck that!

Conservatives can and will tell themselves whatever they want to make themselves feel better about voting for and supporting Trump.  They will come up with things like, “economic anxiety,” “need for a change,” “liberals were mean to me” and other such nonsense but these are all intellectual dodges in order to avoid the underlying truth. Conservatives have bought into an ideology bereft of facts, bereft of morality, bereft of anything closely resembling the America and Constitution they claim to love almost as much as the baby Jesus. “Sure Trump and a lot of his supporters said racist and bigoted things, but that isn’t me.  I completely disagreed with all of this.” Did you give money to his campaign?  Did you vote for him?  “Of course, but that doesn’t make me a racist/bigot.”  Maybe.  This has yet to be determined.  At the very least, it shows you are willing to overlook the racism, bigotry, misogyny, blatant lies…for whatever reasons you have.  What does this say about you?  Am I supposed to sympathize, empathize, reach across the aisle and make peace with you because you are so willing to overlook these things?  Fuck no!  The “Progressives need to reach out to Trump voters” articles make it sound like this is nothing but a misunderstanding, a mix-up that could easily be the plot of a “Three’s Company” episode instead millions of people being fucked over.  This isn’t a misunderstanding. Misunderstandings happen when something happens “out of the blue.” Progressives were waving red flags and screaming, “This is going to be a fucking train wreck!” for months before the election.  This isn’t a misunderstanding.  This is purposefully ignoring fire alarms then saying, “I’m shocked I lost everything in the fire.  I wished someone would have warned me.”  

Now, if people who voted for Trump want to have a heart-to-heart conversation about the issues and why they made the decisions they did, I’ll happily participate.  I have yet to see anything that can even remotely be viewed as such.  Instead, all I see are “Progressives are mean and they are only making me love Trump more.”  Bravo!  While progressives are telling you taking your kid to the vet for brain surgery was a really, really bad idea, you’re reaching for your Bible and the program from your child’s funeral saying, “IT WASN’T MY FAULT!  YOU MADE ME DO IT!  IF YOU DON’T STOP, I WILL BE FORCED TO TAKE MY OTHER KID IN FOR THE SAME PROCEDURE!”  I’m supposed to reach out to these people?  I’m supposed to be understanding and sympathetic?  I’m supposed to not even bring up the fact it was their direct actions that led to consequences of that decision?  Fuck off!  Fuck off hard.  Fuck off often.  I can’t.  I don’t have the capacity or the inclination to let these people off the hook in any form or fashion or their actions. For years, all I’ve heard from conservatives is how liberals have turned our children into a bunch of lazy, entitled brats who have to have a participation trophy every time they do even the most basic task.  Trump voters want a participation trophy, a cookie, a pat on the back, a ticker tape parade, and reach-around for voting for the most dangerous administration in U.S. history.  Not only can’t I do this, I won’t.  I refuse to reward bad behavior.  I won’t enable people who are responsible for making an already dysfunctional government completely broken.  They need to own their mistakes. There needs to be a collective mea culpa from conservatives.  There needs to be a reckoning, an acknowledgment from them that they fucked up and fucked up royally.  Then, and only then, will I muster up a smidgen of empathy, give a damn about reaching across the aisle, give a flying fuck about anyone who voted for Trump.  

A (Serious) Note about Panic Attacks.

I don’t make a lot of posts. I also do not enjoy making serious posts. Period. I go onto tumblr to feel good. It lets me escape the big scary world for five seconds and absorb myself in superheros, MBTI, Doctor Who and video games all at the same time. However, I have never needed to make a post as much as I need to make this one. 

1.  ANXIETY AND PANIC ARE NOT THE SAME THING Trust me. I have both. Anxiety can be a constant, on-going issue that never seems to go away. While it is nerve-wrecking, I would deal with my anxiety for months on end than have a panic attack as often as I do. I am NOT discrediting anxiety. It is a very scary state of being. Your body is literally in a fight or flight state all the time and there is no stopping the worry that comes in even the slightest situation.

2. PANIC ATTACKS Words can not describe how truly terrifying a Panic Attack is. I’m not entirely sure I can describe it accurately. Someone I know once compared it to  being underwater and never coming up for air. A better representation may be being underwater, chained to the bottom of the pool while people who can help you swim by you and watch while you slowly suffocate to death. Trust me, this is NOT an exaggeration. I have never felt more horrified, more alone, more betrayed by the world in my entire life as I have felt during a large scale panic attack. I can literally not process anything. My brain shuts off besides these thoughts: I need help; I can’t tell if this is real or not; Oh god I am going to die; I don’t want to live anymore; Please someone help me or end everything now I can’t take this. I feel so alone in the world that I don’t think the feeling will ever go away and that I am worthless. And yes, my panic attacks can include A LOT of tears and even an asthma attack- but I can’t think to find my inhaler, so I usually end up on the floor unable to breathe.

3. PANIC ATTACKS LEAVE EMOTIONAL SCARS. TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY. One thing most people do not understand about panic attacks is the severity of it NEVER diminishes the more times you have panic attacks. They will ALWAYS be this severe and they NEED to be taken seriously. Nothing is more harmful to a person with a panic disorder than being asked if it was “Just a Panic Attack”. DO NOT ASK THIS QUESTION. PERIOD. Take your friend seriously when they message, call, or ask you for help-Or even to just talk to them. It can be EXTREMELY painful to them if they feel ignored or belittled. I do not know about other people in the following instance, but I loose touch of reality slightly during my panic attacks. I NEED someone there to talk to me and tell me I’m going to be okay. I need someone to help me bring myself back to the world around me. If I trust you enough to be that person, that is a HUGE thing. I trust very few people. It is so painful when those people ignore me or dismiss what is happening to me. It leaves you in a giant uncertain emotional state afterwords that is very VERY difficult to fix. Panic attacks are scary as hell. They’re even scarier when you feel like you’ve been abandoned. The emotional scars that can come from that may never go away

. TAKE A PERSONS PANIC ATTACK SERIOUSLY. The words”Panic Attack” have been so overused (as with any mental issue) that they have just become another “trend” the general public views as common and insignificant. I hope I have been able to describe in some sense what a panic attack truly is. Mostly, I just needed to create this post for me. Processing what happens to me during a panic attack is nearly impossible at the time. This post is shorter than I expected it to be, but if I sat down and wrote everything there is to say about my panic attacks and the repercussions they have, you would be reading a 30 page essay. 

Youth | Pt. 3

Hey hey hey I’m back!! These parts are coming out really fast basically because I’ve already written them but changed a few things in the plot and made the writing better (from my old blog). But once I reach the end of what I’ve already written, updates might get a little slower just because it’ll be my first time actually writing them. Just a heads up! ALSO!! LOTS OF YOONGI IN THIS ONE!! :) - Hana

Focus: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k+

Genre: Fluff, Angst, College!au, Gang!au

Summary: A gang of delinquents go to your university. After your first encounter, things have been a crazy ride.

Warnings: Light alcohol and drug mentions, swearing.

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Shippuden/hiden ending

I am not going to call it the last of naruto, because it isnt.. 

…While watching this train wreck, I would like to say 7 things.. 

1: Where is Sasuke?
2: Where is the actual plot?
3: Why is shikatema/saiino so blandly forced towards the end 
4: Why so much ooc 
5: Where the fuck is Sasuke!??!
6: Why not change the title to Hinata hiden, not konoha… 

So obviously the most important questions……………………………………………………………Why didnt this end sooner?


While everyone is crying into nothing, I am more nervous.. 
Nervous at the fact that SP will be doing the boruto series, and seeing how they did the ending… 
Well fuck… 

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

…………………………………………………………………………..also where the fuck was sasuke!?!?

My personal favorite lyrics from each DEH song

Does anybody have a map: no specific line but Rachel Bay Jones is a Queen and kills it through out the entire show.

Waving through a window:

For Forever:
Basically all of it from when Evan climbs up and then falls out of the tree to the end of the song but mostly
-I’m on the ground
My arm goes numb
I look around
And I see him come to get me
He comes to get me
And everything’s okay

Sincerely me (aka the only song that doesn’t make me want to scream or sob):
-Smoking drugs
-The only man that I love is my dad

-I gave you the world and you threw it away
-Cause when the villains fall the kingdoms never weep
-that YOU WERE NOT THE MONSTER that I knew

If I could tell her:
-He thought you looked really pretty er-
You looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair
-I love youu I LoVe YoUuuuuu I LOVE YOUUUUU

-Make me more that just an abandoned memory
-No one should flicker out
-All you need is for somebody to find you

You will be found:
-Let that lonely feeling wash away
-There’s a place where you don’t have to feel alone
And every time you call out you’re a little less unknown
-When you’re broken on the ground
You will be found

To break in a glove:
-Or you’re just trying to do what’s best for a kid who’s lost control
(This isn’t that emotional of a song but this single phrase breaks my heart every god damn time)

Only us:
-I don’t need you to sell me on reasons to want you
-Try to quiet the noises in your head
We can’t compete with all that
-If you like me for me and nothing else

Good for you
-well I’m sorry you had it rough and I’m sorry I’m not enough
-(JARED!!!!)and if somebody’s in your way crush them and leave them behind
-(EVANNNN) like a train coming off the track cause the rails and my bones all crack I’ve got to find a way to StOp iT sToP It JUST LET ME OOOOOFFF
(this is probably one of my top 5 moments in the show I love Ben platt so much how does he have so much talent)

Words fail: (I have a love hate relationship with this song because it is hands down my favorite song but it makes me sob uncontrollably 10/10 times. The way that Ben platt can be sobbing and still sing so flawlessly wows me to no end)
-I never had that perfect girl who somehow could see the good parts of me
-nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done
-cause if I just believe then I don’t have to see what’s really there
-I’d rather pretend something other than these broken parts, pretend I’m something other than this mess that I am (THIS IS THE LINE THAT GETS ME AGGSGHHKK IM AN EMOTIONAL WRECK)
-how do I step into the sun

So big So small:
-I knew I’d come up short a million different ways
And I did
And I do
And I will
-your mom isn’t going anywhere your mom is staying right here

-today at least you’re you and thats
-we could be alright for forever this way

I live in Phoenix, Arizona and there is a
.0001% chance that I will ever get to see DEH in New York bc I can’t afford to travel across the country, but tbh I would probably drive everyone out of the theater with the amount of crying that would occur if I ever saw the musical on broadway. So I send my love and thanks from a distance. This musical has had such an impact on my life this year. I’ve never connected to something more in my life and sometimes I get so emotional while I’m listening to the sound track that have to take a break for like a week so I can take a rest from crying. Thank you Pasek and Paul. Thank you Steven Levenson. Thank you Ben Platt. Thank you to the rest of the cast for touching my heart so deeply. You have all made me feel so understood and you’re doing so much more for people than you’re probably ever going to be aware of. Thank you all so much.

The First Time I picked up the Berserk Manga I did something pretty awkward...

^so remember how this was the first panel? 

After just having binge watched the 1997 anime hours ago, I was sleep deprived, unsettled and otherwise an emotional wreck. It was 3 AM and I realised there was no way I was getting sleep anyway so I decided to check out the Berserk manga for some form of closure.

Now going in the only thing I knew about the manga was that the Anime was a heavily censored and watered down version of the manga and that the manga had a lot more shock value. And someone had mentioned something about Griffith.

So I started the manga, saw the first panel and immediately shut it thinking- “HOLY SHIT UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?”

Because for some reason, my sleep and emotion addled brain had only ever registered the hairstyle of the female apostle in that split second and come to the wonderful and traumatic conclusion that that was GRIFFITH. 

I still facepalm at myself.

But episode 25 had severely affected my basic cognitive functions, okay?

Markiplier 4th World's Quietest Let's Play Starters
  • "So, I'm going to take this in with a modicum of love."
  • "What the fuck is beagle race?"
  • "I remember. I remember now why I abandoned you."
  • "Oh, the horrors of which my past has haunted me."
  • "There comes a time in everybody's life where they must sacrifice for the greater good and this is not that fucking time."
  • "I won't break you unless you deserve to be broken."
  • "What are you--how is that even what I want you to do?"
  • "Oh, you fucked up. You fucked up, here comes the stabbing."
  • "*Disgruntled growling.*"
  • "If you listen closely enough, you can hear the anger neurons firing off in my brain."
  • "I am a man of considerable patience, and you, ________..."
  • "I will eat you. I will eat all of you."
  • "Ok. That is the way that life is."
  • "What is that glowing glory over there?"
  • "Wait...did it feel pity on me?"
  • "They are simple, elegant creatures, pants."
  • "My bread seems to have grown some fur, but that's ok."
  • "*Small, despaired gasp.*"
  • "*Deep inhale of anger.*"
  • "Slow and steady wins the race. Slow and steady gets you punched inside the face."
  • "If I don't get toasted in the light then where do I go?"
  • "mmmmmMMMMMMM..."
  • "Excuse me breathing like a beast in your ear. It's the only thing I can do to stay sane."
  • "Flailing wildly, I see. Something I am very accustomed to in the middle if the night."
  • "Excuse the worst launch I've ever seen in my life."
  • "I saw my life flash before my eyes."
  • "I saw everything I knew and loved being destroyed in front of me."
  • "How in the flip flappin', floop doopin' world would I have gotten there on my own?"
  • "I ask you. I beg of you. I call to the heavens. Why?"
  • "Hold yourself before I wreck you."
  • "I will literally kill you."
  • "It's ok. It's alright. I got something you gonna like."
  • "I close my eyes for one second and you try to betray me."
  • "You get pinned to that iron and you cook in the fires of hell."
  • "I hate you with every fiber of my being."
  • "I have done it. I am victorious."

nyazuline  asked:

24 with............ broly/raditz ;)

“Oh my God, you’re in love with them!”

Yamcha plopped down on the bench next to Raditz and leaned back against the table. “So what’s eating you?”

Raditz glared at him. “Nothing.”

“Dude, you’re bouncing your leg hard enough to set off a Richter scale. You only do that when something’s bothering you. So what’s up? Maybe I can help.” Yamcha grinned at him. Something in Raditz’s gut clenched. It had been years since he’d first arrived on Earth, since he kidnapped his nephew and tried to eradicate all life on the planet. In that time, he’d tried to prove he was worthy of everything Kakarott had done for him. He’d fought monsters that far outstripped him in power, he’d died trying to set things right. (He came back, but he’d still died.) But that wasn’t enough for him. He didn’t deserve the friendliness offered to him by Kakarott’s friends, by his nephew.

By Broly, of all people.

“It’s nothing,” he said, “don’t worry your pretty head over it.”

Yamcha glared at him. “Look, I’m trying to be nice here. You’ve gotta talk about your feelings and shit with somebody and it may as well be me. You really want to hash your feelings out with Goku? Or worse, Vegeta? How about Piccolo, or Tien, or one of the other emotionally repressed assholes we keep hanging out with?” Raditz grimaced. None of those sounded appealing. Yamcha slugged him in the arm. “Come on, you can talk to me. I promise not to laugh.”

Raditz glanced across the park to where Broly was receiving meditation lessons from Piccolo. Ever since he’d crashed on Earth, he’d been making the same efforts as Raditz. Honestly, Raditz understood. There was something about Earth that made you want to protect it, even though it was as backwoods as planets got and probably wouldn’t even join the intergalactic community for a few more decades at best. It was quaint. And apparently, even the Legendary Super Saiyan himself wasn’t immune to its qualities.

That, at least, made him feel a little better.

“It’s like this,” he said, carefully choosing his words. “Now that Broly’s here, I feel like I should…I don’t know, try to be closer to him, I think? He’s one of only four remaining full-blooded Saiyans. And really…of all of us, I’m the oldest left. I’m the only one who remembers some of our traditions and stuff. Vegeta knows because Nappa made us learn, but he doesn’t care, and getting Kakarott to sit still long enough to learn anything takes either a miracle or six tons of rock.” Yamcha snorted. “But Broly–I don’t know. I just want to talk to him, I think. But he’s avoiding me because I look like Kakarott, and it bothers me. I’m not really sure why.”

Yamcha patted his shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sure Broly will warm up to you, Raditz. Hell, if Chi-Chi can, so can he.” He laughed and Raditz scowled. “Look, just go over and say hi, okay? It’s not hard. Maybe ask if you can join in the meditation lessons.”

Raditz bared his teeth. “I hate meditation.” Most Saiyans hated sitting still by nature. Their blood called for action, for violence–meditation wasn’t something they generally put much stock in. The only reason Broly was agreeing to it was in an attempt to calm and control his insane power. “Besides, Piccolo still doesn’t like me.”

“Piccolo doesn’t like anyone except Gohan; I wouldn’t take it personally.” Raditz snorted. “Go on, it’ll be fun! Well, okay, not fun, but it’ll be a start, anyway.”

Reluctantly, Raditz pulled himself to his feet. “If this goes badly, I’m blaming you.”

“Sure, whatever.” Yamcha waved him off. “Knock ‘em dead. Actually wait, no, don’t do that.”

“Too late,” Raditz called over his shoulder, sauntering towards Broly and Piccolo.

Broly looked up when Raditz approached and Piccolo immediately slapped his knee. “Concentrate, dammit,” he muttered.

“Raditz is here,” Broly said quietly, pointing.

Piccolo cracked an eye open and glared. “What?”

Raditz folded his arms. “I want to join in. That a problem?”

Broly perked up and turned to Piccolo. “Can he?”

Piccolo eyed Raditz, then sighed and closed his eye again. “Fine. So long as you’re quiet.”

Broly was becoming a problem.

Or, well, it wasn’t Broly himself that was the problem, if Raditz was being honest, but if there was one thing Raditz was good at it was not being honest with himself. He’d succeeded with his original plan of talking to Broly, getting a little closer to him, finding out more about him. And Broly was actually a really interesting guy. He was a lot quieter than Raditz expected when he wasn’t a screaming rage monster. He listened when Raditz talked–really listened, not just pretend-listening so Raditz would go away faster, or pity-listening. He seemed genuinely interested in Raditz and what he had to say.

And he was cute. Raditz wasn’t going to deny that. Broly was downright cute when he wasn’t the Legendary Super Saiyan, and having seen his other form Raditz could safely say that even as the Legendary Super Saiyan he was still hot as hell. He hated shirts in the same way that Raditz hated long pants, refusing to wear them unless strictly necessary.

The thing was that there was a sadness to him, a distance in his eyes, even when he was paying close attention to what was happening. Raditz could recognise it as the look of someone afraid of getting attached because they’re used to having what they want ripped from them without warning. He could empathize with it.

Broly laughed at Raditz’s jokes. Raditz prided himself on his awful, awful puns, sometimes getting into a pun-off with Yamcha to the dismay of everyone around them. And Broly laughed at every single one.

No, Broly himself wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Broly was perfect.

“Oh my God,” Yamcha said when Raditz told him all of this. “You’re in love with him.”

Raditz wrinkled his nose. “I am not.”

“You are!” Yamcha laughed and Raditz scowled. “Holy shit, you are totally in love with him! That’s…that’s fucking hilarious oh my God.”

“When you’re done laughing at my expense,” Raditz snapped, “I’m not in love with Broly. It’s just that he’s fucking perfect and it’s making me feel even more inferior than usual, jackass. Thanks for wrecking my day.”

“Okay, first of all.” Yamcha sat up straight, totally serious. “Broly is not perfect. I mean yeah he’s got the Legendary thing going for him, which is cool I guess, but the guy can barely talk without running away, he’s literally freeloading at the Lookout until further notice because Goku begged Piccolo and Dende to let him, and he is the clumsiest person I’ve ever seen. Seriously, just yesterday I watched him bump into a china cabinet of Mrs. Briefs’s and almost cry about it. That kid’s got issues, Raditz. He’s not perfect.”

Raditz hesitated. None of that sounded all that bad to him.

“Secondly,” Yamcha continued, “you should ask him out.”

Raditz looked flatly at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on! It’d be fun!” Yamcha leaned in conspiratorially. “I bet he’s a real monster in bed, you know.”

He could feel his face turning red. “That’s not–no, I’m–look, you don’t get it. Even if I wanted to ask him out, which I don’t, he’s so much stronger than me.” Yamcha raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean much to you, but for Saiyans strength is everything. There’s too big a gap between us. And his father was decently high-ranking, or at least higher than my parents. So there’s that. I can’t ask him out. Not that I want to,” he added hastily. “It’s just…annoying, that he’s so great, that’s all.”

The smirk Yamcha gave him told him he wasn’t convinced. “Okay, sure. Whatever you say.” He stood up from the table and stretched. “Well, I guess I’m heading out. Say hi to Goku and Chi-Chi for me.”


Raditz pulled his blanket over his head. It was too early to be dealing with his sister-in-law’s yelling.

“Raditz, march your keister down here right this minute, bucko!”

He groaned and sat up, blinking blearily at the clock on the wall. It was definitely too early for this. He didn’t bother getting dressed, deciding that Chi-Chi could deal with his star-printed boxers and worn-thin t-shirt as punishment for waking him so early. He dragged himself down the stairs, rubbing groggily at his face.

“Whatever you want better be important,” he started as he walked into the living room. What he saw immediately woke him up the rest of the way.

Broly stood in the middle of the living room, hands awkwardly at his sides. He perked up when Raditz made eye contact. Chi-Chi stood in front of him, glaring between Broly and Radiz. “He said he’s here to see you,” she said curtly. “Whatever it is, you two are settling this outside, and away from the house, you hear? If you’re going to get into fights I want you to leave my house out of it.”

“Oh, I’m not here to fight, ma’am,” Broly reassured her.

Chi-Chi seemed to relax at being addressed as ‘ma’am.’ “Well, take it outside anyway. Raditz, you can come have breakfast when you’re done.” She shooed them out of the house and shut the door behind her.

Raditz turned to Broly. “What the hell are you doing here?” Broly looked down and scratched his nose instead of replying. “Uh, Base 633 to Broly, you there?” He waved a hand in front of Broly’s face.

“Do you really think all those nice things about me?” Broly blurted.

Raditz blinked, then realisation dawned. “Y-you–have you been talking with Yamcha?”

Broly looked up at him with a smile, timid but wide. “Maybe.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Raditz ran a hand through his hair and stalked around in a circle. “I’m gonna kill him and his stupid cat.”

“Don’t,” Broly said, putting a hand on Raditz’s arm. Raditz almost flinched away, but held his ground. “If he hadn’t said anything I might not have known my feelings were returned.”


“F-feelings?” he stammered. “You have–what kind of feelings?”

Broly stepped towards him and his smile brightened when Raditz didn’t move back. “Raditz, son of Bardock and Gine, would it be alright if I started courting you?”

A million thoughts and feelings flashed through Raditz’s mind at once–this was wrong, they were of completely different levels, they couldn’t be together, he didn’t like Broly like that, but yes he did, and who cared, they were on Earth now, they could play by Earth’s rules–before he nodded. “I think I’d like that.”

Broly’s smile was as perfect as the rest of him. “Courting starts now,” he murmured, and then his lips were on Raditz’s in a kiss Raditz hadn’t realised he’d been waiting for.

Things Said While Playing Scary Games pt 3

This series ended up being a lot more popular than I thought, so here’s the third installment! Enjoy!

“I’m running amuck, what does it look like?”
“This isn’t weird. I’m just talking. To myself. Alone. In the dark.”
“There’s a free-range lumberjack somewhere out here.”
“Thaaaaat’s an old man penis.”
“Get shit on, you hell-beast!”
“[name], you literal piece of flaming dog feces.”
“I told you to tell me a story but you didn’t have to tell me THAT much.”
“Don’t mind me, I’m just doing the Monster Mash.”
“I will punch you in the head with my legs.”
“See this pipe? It’s going up your ass in two seconds.”
“Look at this miscellaneous hodgepodge!”
“What’s going on in here? Having a party without me? Well fuck you.”
“You’re doing some kind of horrible ritual, I see. Welp. That’s nice.”
“I have a severed head. Does that do anything for ya?”
“Welp, time to bend over and accept my fate.”
“Finally I get a chance to just wreck every fucking thing I see.”
“I know the twist now. I AM the monster.”
“I’m just gonna slow-mo walk out of here like a badass, don’t mind me.”
“I think I see something in the dista–OH GOD!”
“This place has really gone to the donkeys. I’d say ‘dogs’ but dogs are cute.”
“How do you do, you insufferable wanker?”
“[name] can shove it up their ugly ass.”
“You look like Jeff the Killer and I hate you.”
“Get dunked on, nerd.”
“Nothing bad ever happens in a portable toilet.”
“I saw your face and thought it was something I cared about.”
“Oh God, I’m a wreck.”
“I thought we were friends! And you betrayed me!”
“I’m sure there was something important to do, but honestly I was too busy singing a song about butts.”