i dunno what the credit is

I need to find mr new vegas..so i can nicely ask him to stop playin johnny guitar so often 

  • Person: What are you thinking about?
  • What i'm Actually thinking: Zendaya, an amazingly bold woman who slays everything she's in needs more credit in Spider-Man. She didn't have enough lines but she stole my heart and i need to see more of her in the next movies or else i'll die.
  • What i say: I dunno, movies and stuff.
Then and Now

hey here’s some @dilfosaur 2demons AU because I love that shit


“Can I ask you kind of a weird favor?”

Hanzo shrugs one shoulder, his gaze kept on the tiny bonfire between himself and McCree. “I suspect that you will ask me regardless of what I say,” he responds. Which is true–something he has learned about McCree in the past six weeks is that McCree is a very forthright person, when the situation allows for it.

McCree does not take offense, though, instead chuckling as he swigs deeply from a steel flask. He offers the flask to Hanzo, and Hanzo takes it gratefully. Alcohol has simply not been the same since his change 10 years ago, but McCree somehow always has a full supply of a whiskey so potent that even demons can enjoy drunkenness. On some nights, that becomes close to a necessity. 

He drinks, and McCree regards him for a moment. Then he asks, “Can you show me what you look like? What you really look like, as a human.”

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skam-fest (balloon squad livestream): TRANSLATION

disclaimer: we dunno danish. huge shout out to @maksisskambackwards for norwegian-english translation for the boys and Håkon. (they didn’t want credit and I said hush) grammar fixes by me ;) 

Everybody introduces themselves. And Håkon says that they’re still producing and thats why everybody couldn’t be there. Håkon likes Eskilds character the best.

Mutasim: Hei hei. My name is Mutasim and I play Mutasim. And I don’t know what else to say. My favorite character is Chris - girl Chris. Good actress.

Cengiz: should I introduce myself? I’m Cengiz, its like Ghengis Khan. (pronunciation of his name) I’m 19. And turning 20 today. No yesterday. What else should I say. I’ve never done any acting before. So this is very new for me. But its very fun to be here and speak before you. My favourite actor is many actually. I think like Håkon over there that Eskild has been really good. Chris. Really all, many are good. And I also think Vilde. Of course I like all the characters. Sana is a really important character. I support all of them. All my colleagues are great.

Simo: Hi, I´m Simo and I´m Sana’s brother, Elias. My favourite actor, I wanna say first everyone is amazing. But if I have to choose one it would be Sana.

Yousef: My name is Yousef, and I play Mikael. My favourite character is maybe Even. An (unpredictable?) character.

Adam: Hi everybody, I’m Adam and i play Adam. I’m 18 and really an artist and suddenly I’m an actor. My favourite is Jonas or Marlon. I’ve known Marlon for many years. We used to skate together and are buds. And one day he was like, “Adam I’ll be in this new show on NRK,” and we were like,  “okay… Is that cool?” And it was really fun to watch how it turned out.

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Pirate! Lan Fan inspired by my dearest friend, @xyriath and her fic “Disinclined to Acquiesce”

I really like how that story is going so far, and I felt like doing something for it. Sure, I should’ve gone with RoyEd but then, Lan Fan is just too great to ignore. No, she hasn’t appeared on the story, yet, but I know that when she does, she will be awesome!

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy~!

I’ll be more active now. Just gotta post this speedpaint. I promised myself that i would draw everyday and be free. I won’t be serious in studies anymore unless exams. I’m not sure if i’m gonna do the meet the artist since i dunno what to share much. I dont have a specific bag either. WAHH i only completed seven’s route in the christmas dlc but it’s okay hehe! I am obsessed to 707 onwy ;3;!!

Speedpaint - soon

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Well,this took my like a week to get along with Medibang.I’m impressed on how much I’ve improved on my comic and colouring.I actually loved this part and I thought I could redraw it to make it funnier, and it actually turned out to be great!I dunno what I’ll get, but I had fun experience as a cartoonist…working alone.

Reference here:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuNwL_OoEBk 6:31

You may reblog this,but please ask my permission and credit me.Thank you very much.

Vanish in the Dark Pt 1

Pairings: None at the moment(A.K.A I have no idea where I’m going with this.)

Warnings: None right now, maybe language?

Word Count: 2600+

Summary: Assassin’s Creed AU and Marvel AU crossover.  The Brotherhood has spent years hiding in the shadows keeping the Templars in line as the years pass on. When the Templars company Abstergo Industries strikes up a deal with Hydra, things have to change. The Brotherhood decides to step out of the shadows, reaching out for the help of the Avengers. What could go wrong?

A/N: So far I have the first four parts written, but after that I dunno where I’m gonna go. All I know is this is gonna be a long one, and while I’m writing as I go, I’m really excited. I’ve started a tag list, so let me know if you’d like to added and I’ll be more than happy too add you! Also liking and rebblogging also helps me know if i should keep going. Thank you guys!  ❤️

Once again, the gif is not mine, credit to the owner.


Steve sighed into his bowl of oatmeal, watching Bucky and Same bicker once again over who gets the last of the Lucky Charms. Natasha sat beside him, munching on an apple, throwing in a few quips herself which only cause the two start back up again. Clint had walked in, took one look at the two that stood at the center of the room gripping the box in each hand, and walked right back out. Steve was starting to think he had the right idea. 

“Could you stop egging them on?” He huffed at Natasha, who added another reason why Bucky should get the last bowl. Natasha only replied with a smirk as she took another bite from her apple. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that she would only stop when she got bored. And from the look on her face, it wasn’t going to be a while before that happened. With the mounting tension, he thought he’d have to jump in and stop the two from having a smack down in the center of the kitchen. Just as he was about to tell them about the second box that was hiding on the top shelf in the pantry, a bellow from down the hall caused all four to stop and look in the direction.

Tony came sprinting into the kitchen, a piece of paper in hand, and looking unbelievably irate. He slammed the paper down on the island, causing the four to jump. They’ve seen him mad before, but this was a whole new level they never knew he had.

“Anyone want to tell me what the fuck this is?” He snarled, pointing at the paper. All four blinked, none knowing how to answer that question when they hadn’t the slightest clue why he was so angry. Natasha was the first to move, picking up the paper to read the words carefully. A scowl spread across her face as she read the words, unsettled from the amount of information that was typed on the paper. She turned the page over, eyeing the strange triangular symbol on the back of the white page. It didn’t spark a recognition in her mind, but the words spoke of how well the messenger knew them.

“Where did you get this?” She asked passing the paper over to Steve. Tony’s jaw clench as he tried to calm down enough to form a coherent sentence.

“It was in my lab, sitting on top my latest project. Along with a list of reasons why that prototype was not going to work and what I could do to fix it.” Tony scoffed. He was a bit bitter that someone managed to break into his lab, but was even more peeved that person had the audacity to leave a list of his failures he wasn’t even aware were there. “I checked all the tapes, there wasn’t a sign of someone breaking in the compound last night, not even a blip.”

“How is that possible?” Natasha asked leaning against the island. Steve stayed silent, rereading the words as he tried to wrap his mind around the content. If what this was saying was true then things were a lot worse than they thought.

“I don’t know, Romanoff.” Tony snarled, running a hand through his hair. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. already told that nothing out of the ordinary happened, that nothing was shut down. Yet somehow, someone broke into my lab, had time to tinker around with a prototype, and write a hand written 2 page essay on what was wrong before leaving, all while being capable of not setting off a single alarm!”

“Hey!” Steve boomed, switching into his Captain’s command voice. “Look, I get how upsetting this is, but don’t take this out on Natasha!”

Tony turned around, mouth open ready to argue. He stopped short at the withering glare Steve gave him, rolling his eyes at the blonde.

“Fine. Whatever.” He waved them off, snatching the paper out of Steve’s hand. “This is still a problem, however. Someone broke in last night. Someone knows things about us that have never been released to the public. Someone-“

“Knows of the deal between Hydra and that Abstergo company.” Steve finished. He was becoming just as unnerved about the whole thing as well. Bucky and Sam tensed, their eyes flickering to the pages. Tony passed the paper over, hardly sparing them a glance as he continued.

“They want us to meet them tomorrow afternoon. In New York. The only thing I can think of that’s going on that day is the press conference in Manhattan.” Tony was talking about the press conference that the famed company Abstergo Industries was having to speak about the advances they were going to take in the company. Their partnership with Hydra was not public knowledge, but they had heard it through the grape vine that something was happening between the two groups. The Avengers looked in on the company, wondering why Hydra took interest in them. What they found had appalled the group. They learned about some of the experiments that Abstergo took part of, and with this partnership with Hydra, they knew they’d have to do something. This request for a meeting was not something they expected however.

“Is that a good idea? I mean we have no idea who these people are.” Natasha questioned.

“I’m having F.R.I.D.A.Y. run a search for that symbol, clearly it means something. But if what they say is true, and what they know is right, then we might not have a choice.” Tony bit out. He wasn’t happy about how everything went down. However, he knew there was more important things than his bruised ego right now. Well only slightly more important. “I’m also going to up security. I can’t believe someone could sneak in.”

Steve sighed, pushing his unfinished bowl of oatmeal away. “Look, right now we need to worry about what the note said. If it’s true, then we’re going to have a lot more problems on our hands.”

Natasha nodded. “If they’re able to teach someone to become a trained killer in just days by a machine, I can only imagine what they’d do with Hydra’s less than legal experiments. Throw in the serum, they’d be unstoppable.”

Bucky tensed at that, flashes of his past coming up. He shuttered to think what could happen if this all went how the two groups wanted it to go. He passed the page to Sam and stepped up.

“I think we should go meet them.” Three sets of eyes turned to him. “The note said that if we refused, then it was fine. They don’t want anything besides stopping two groups from growing stronger than before. It’s clear they have no ulterior motive. They just want to stop them. And I agree. Hydra is already a problem, throw in the limited things we’ve learned of Abstergo and I’m sorry. I can’t let another one of me come into this world.”

Steve and Tony stayed silent for a moment. Neither wanted to agree to this, but Bucky had a point. They needed to stop this before it started. And if this other group was the key, then so be it.

“Sir.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. called, pulling their attentions away from each other.

“What’s up F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“I’ve done the search like you’ve asked, and I’m afraid you wouldn’t like the answer I’ve come up with.”

“And what exactly is that?”

The AI paused for a moment, before flickering on the tablet laying on one of the counters. Tony picked it up and brought up the hologram.

“It would seem that there is no current information on the symbol. Instead I found only older information. It’s an old symbol that was used dating back before history could record it. There are hints of used back in the Roman era. Perhaps ever before then. You can find old remnants on buildings, ruins, streets, and even some hidden tunnel entrances. The main known locations are Italy, present day Istanbul and recently found, Egypt.

There have been of course, other findings across Europe, and parts of Asia. There was talk of the symbol even having reached here to North America. But the symbols were suddenly wiped from existence somewhere in the 19th century. Across all countries. The only reason we know of them are because of the ones that have been found are from recent excavations and a few codecs that can only be found in ancient libraries.”

“As much as I love having an impromptu history lesson, cut to the chase. What does the symbol stand for?” Tony asked, a bit annoyed at the lengthy build up.

“That’s just it, sir. The only small bit of information I can find of it, besides the recent locations is a name. They called themselves The Brotherhood.”

“The Brotherhood?” Natasha asked.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.-“ Tony began, flipping through some of the images that showed the symbols on buildings. They were faint, a bit more intricate in design that the simple symbol on the paper, but he could tell what was there.

“I’ve already ran a search of the name. It came up empty. I had to tap into Abstergo Industries database to find out more, to see if they knew this symbol. I searched for what I could without tripping their sensors, which isn’t much. What I did find, however, is a bit appalling. It seems that Abstergo Industry is actually a front for an old order that too dates back to the beginning of history.”

Steve raised a brow; This was getting more interesting the longer the AI rambled on.

“They were once known as the Templar Order. An old group that wanted to control and use the people so that they might have order and ‘peace’ in the world. They wanted the world built in their specific image. They cared little for what happened to the common people, just as long as they, the Order, had control.”

“Sounds like another group we know of.” Bucky muttered, watching Tony flip through the files that flashed up on the screen. The AI continued.

“The Brotherhood was once their greatest foe, the group fighting back against the Templars. The Brotherhood stood for the freedom of the people.”

“What are you getting at F.R.I.D.A.Y?” Tony could tell the AI was hesitating from telling them the truth.

“The Brotherhood was also known by the Templars’ as the Assassin’s Order.” The group stood straighter as the word.  “They were a group of highly elite assassins that targeted the Order, to keep them from growing into power. They fought each other since practically the beginning of time, at one point the Brotherhood was nearly defeated. It was around the Revolution they grew in size once more but somewhere down the way-“

“The Brotherhood disappeared.”

“Yes, and that’s why I find- odd. How did they manage to fall off the face of the earth after centuries of fighting the Order? Why is it that now, they’ve stepped up? But more important, how have they managed to keep themselves hidden for so long, even after the number of successful assassinations?”

A screen popped up, faces with list of their information, the words deceased in big red letters across the face. There was a long list, over 40 from the first page with several dozen pages. The four in the kitchen stood wide eyed as they looked over the names of many dignitaries and higher ups. Natasha stepped up pointing at a member of Parliament.

“I though he died of a heart attack two years ago.”

“No, he was killed by poison. The Order, Abstergo Industries, were the ones who performed his autopsy. The reports were falsified for the public, but the Order kept his real cause of death hidden. If word got out, then there would be more panic then necessary. As it turns out, this member of the Order also had a hidden agenda the Order was not fond of. His death was not missed by them. It still did manage to hurt them. Apparently, they lost a quite a bit of their influence in Britain because of it.”

Natasha pointed to another, a senator who had been said to have died in a car crash two months ago.

“Slit throat that was covered up by the crash.” The AI went through a quick list of the ones that stood out the most to the group, and with each one the team was left even more amazed, and frankly, scared.

“How is this possible?” Steve whispered, frowning when he recognized two of the Senators. They pressed for the Accord, but were never linked to Hydra. This made it all seem even more terrifying knowing there was another group out there that was just as influential as Hydra.

“As I stated, I’m not certain. Abstergo Industries knows that Brotherhood is still out there, but somehow the Brotherhood work in the shadows. They’re off the grid. There have been no known sittings of the Brotherhood since before the 19th century. That is, until today.”

Sam whistled low, impressed. “They’ve managed to keep a low profile for so long, eliminating well-known figure heads, and managed to break into our compound without tripping one of the alarms.”

Tony turned to glared at him, but Sam only shrugged. “Think about it. If they’ve managed to do all this, unnoticed by any of us, then they must be damn good at their jobs.”

Steve grit his teeth, not like the truth to Sam’s words. They had to be damn good. He turned back to the hologram that had pulled up the information to the press conference that was scheduled for the next afternoon.

“What about this, what is that you can tell us about the two joining?”

“As you stated earlier, Abstergo Industries has a way to put people into the past, to learn from members of their Order. They can learn how to fight, how to kill, and how to lead by simply laying down in a machine for a few hours a day. They can learn to become masters of fighting in the matter of weeks. All with out sustaining injuries. Their members are willing and wouldn’t need to be wiped to have them do the dirty work of the company. Throw in everything that Hydra knows, and willing to bring to the table; The two would both be unstoppable. The only good thing that comes from this, is a kink in the system that Abstergo Industries still has yet to fix. They call it the bleeding effect.”

“The bleeding effect?” Tony asked, flipping through a few files that pulled his interest.

“They machine they use sends them through memories. If the subject spends too much time in the machine, their brain is unable to differentiate between what real and what was a memory. They’ve lost several members to the madness that it brings.”

“The only silver lining I guess.” Steve muttered.

“I suppose, however, the Brotherhood has made great strides in keeping the Order in line, even though they themselves have not been out in the open. I suggest you take them up on this offer.”

Tony snorted and shook his head.


“I know, F.R.I.D.A.Y. You’re right. This is too important to ignore.” He turned to glare at the paper that sat on the island once more, the symbol of the Brotherhood facing up. It was taunting him, they managed to do the impossible. It was a blatant show of skill. And a tease that they’d never be as good as the Brotherhood. Tony was not one to back down from a challenge. Clenching his jaw, he nodded. With a swipe of his hand, he closed the hologram.

“Looks like we’re going to a press conference.”

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Sleepless nights

Title: Sleepless nights

Author: @deanwinchesterxreader


Summary: The reader is having trouble sleeping at night. Dean would rather not sleep at all.


Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1913

Warnings: none.

Tagging: @deanssexyassbutt@sherlock44@anokhi07@supernatural-jackles

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The Sneering

I worked at a HomeBADS store last winter. The whole place was built in the ruins of an old SNEERS ROEBUTT & Co. department store.


My boss, Mr. U (officious little prick) trained me in my duties, such as helping customers, opening up and closing, heating different sections of the building, dumping the old boiler, and making sure the elements don’t get a foothold.

He told me that this HomeBADS was built on the ruins of an old SNEERS ROEBUTT & Co. department store, and that when they were opening HomeBADS here, they actually had to repel a few SNEERS employee attacks. He also informed me that my predecessor went crazy a few winters ago and killed his coworkers, then himself. One of my coworkers warned me to stay out of the old swimwear section (or rather what used to be the old swimwear section when this place was still SNEERS), something bad happened there once.


As I made my rounds, did my daily routine and duties, the place….seemed to take on a life of its own. I felt like I had been here before, but this was my first time here, as far as I knew. I was walking through the isles on a slow winter day, and saw two twin girls holding hands. They were wearing HomeBADS uniforms, and I said “Oh…I didn’t realize you two worked here.” They grinned at me and said “Come work with us….forever….and ever….and ever!” Then they disappeared.



I was walking about the aisles, when a doe eyed, red haired woman in sneakers, tights, legwarmers, a leotard, an elastic belt, and a sweatband with wrist sweat cuffs was staring blankly ahead at me. “Can I help you, ma'am?” I asked her. “I’m looking for a small trampoline. Where can I find that?” she asked in a sad monotone voice. “Well, we don’t carry…” I replied, but before I could finish, she let out a sad sight and vanished, she liked like dust blowing in a breeze as she faded away. “What the hell…!?” was all I could say.


A group of kids in bright colored clothes and hairstyles I haven’t seen in over 25 years approached me and asked me where the Nintendo Games were, they asked if we carried the…“Power Pad” and the games for it. I blinked for a second, and they were gone.


“Emily! The war is over! Come, I have a coupon! Let us gather the family, and have our picture taken at the portrait studio!”

A well dressed army officer, in an outdated uniform walked about the store, calling out to someone I couldn’t see.

“The hounds, Emily! The hounds are hungry! The hounds are calling!”


I walked about the store aisles, grunting, shaking, thrusting my arms. I saw the elevator doors open, and blood pouring out of them ahain, as I had been seeing for a while. Whenever I reported these strange incidents, nobody believed me so I stopped getting concerned. The phantom customers, spooky “coworkers”, and odd occurrences in general became the norm for me.

I went up to an old jewelry counter, and buried my face in my hands, moaning. Then I looked up and I saw Floyd at the counter. “Hello, Floyd! How ya’ doing?”. Floyd smiled at me, and said “Oh I’m just fine, madame. And yourself?”.

“Things could be better, Floyd. Things could be better.” I said. I looked around. “Things are kinds slow around here, huh Floyd?”. “Yes, madame.” I smiled and we talked about the store about things in general. Floyd suggested I try on this beautiful necklace that “just came in”. It was exquisite! I saw it in the small mirror on the counter and I said “I’ll take it!”. I opened my wallet but found no cash.

“Say, Floyd. I seem to be temporary light here. How’s my credit?”. Floyd replied with “No worries, your credit is fine!” All you have to do is kill your coworkers!“.

"Well, I dunno…” I said.

“They’ll be happier as ghosts, just like the customers.” Floyd assured me. “You don’t seem that happy.” I replied. “Oh, what? I’m happy, I’m VERY happy! ‘La-la-la-lalalala! I’m happy!’ Now waste your coworkers, and the necklace is yours!” Floyd replied in an exasperated tone.


I walked into a section of the store where I wasn’t supposed to go, and I saw swimsuits hanging up. And curtained dressing rooms.

A woman opened the curtain of one of the dressing rooms. She wore a one piece, striped swimsuit from another era. “Does this make me look fat?” she asked me. I took another look and saw a cadaverous woman in that same swimsuit. She walked towards me arms outstretched, and went “BWAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHA! AHHHH HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!” I freaked out and ran out of there.


I found myself at a typewriter, typing over and over again. I happened to notice that the words on the paper were “COME SEE THE SOFTER SIDE OF SNEERS” over and over again.

Later that day, a man who looked like Al from Home Improvement asked me where he could find the hardware department, and as I was about to tell him we didn’t have a hardware department, this is HomeBADS, he vanished.

I then ran into a man who used to be a manager here at HomeBADS, not long ago. His name was Grody…Dullbert Grody…he told me how his coworkers were upset by this place, and by him…one of them even stole a box of matches, and tried to burn the place down, but he…corrected them. He said I needed to do the same, if I were to be an effective manager.

My coworkers became concerned with my behavior. At one point, I had one of them cornered on the staircase, and she had to knock me out with a baseball bat, drag me to a closet in the breakroom and lock me in there. “You can come out when you’re no longer insane!”.

I ate the snacks and sipped the bottled water stored in there. Someone knocked on the closet door. “This is Mr. Grody, madame. The ghouls and I are concerned with the progress, or rather lack thereof, regarding you and your coworkers. We did give you that lovely necklace, and we would hate to take it back!” Said Mr. Grody. “Can’t talk, eating!” I said with a mouthful of ultra stale Eagle potato chips that had been in that storage room forever. “Oh for God’s sake!” said Mr. Grody. The door opened, and all of the ghost customers and my ghost coworkers, including Floyd and Mr. Grody, pulled me put of the storage closet as I kicked and screamed. They handed me an axe, and Mr. Grody told me to get to work.

I chopped open a door and said “It’s the Caroll Burnett show, brought to you by SNEERS…!” an empty room. “Damn!” I walked off, but not before tugging my ear.

I chopped open another door and sang the opening theme to the Tracy Ullman show. This time I was looking at an empty stairwell. “Damn!”

Finally, I chopped open a door someone had written “REDRUM” on for some reason, and I shouted through the hole “LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT’S SATURDAY NIGHT!” and I gave a devilish grin though the hole. “AHHHHHH!” My coworkers scattered like rabbits. I chased after all of them, limping as I held the axe, my necklace gently swishing about.

I went though what used to be the shoe section of SNEERS, and saw phantom customers sitting on chairs that were no longer there, just floating there, trying on shoes none of them sold here at HomeBADS.

I ran through the old electronics section past phantom kid customers standing in front of store demo game setups that were no longer there, as they help NES controllers that were plugged into nothing.

I ran past the exercise equipment, the doe eyed woman I had first seen now happily bouncing on a small trampoline. “I’ll take it!” she said.

I chased my coworkers all over the store. We ran through the old portrait studio, and almost ruined a phantom family’s photo session with the photographer.

My coworkers escape outside, and I chased them, shouting “I’m coming!” along with indistinguishable howling. I eventually sat in the snow, and I froze solid.

My brother came to get me. “I spoke to your boss. He was really mad about you chopping holes in the doors, and scaring your coworkers like that. He has no idea where you got this axe, but you can’t bring something like that to work. He says you’re fired, and he gave me your last paycheck, to give to you.”

I said nothing.

“You wanna go home, get showered and changed?” he asked me. “NO.” I replied.

“You wanna stay there some more and be frozen?” my brother asked me. “Yes.” I replied.

“You want me to bring you some Carl’s the Third?” he asked me. “Okay.” I replied.

“What do you want from Carl’s the Third?” my brother asked. “3 piece chicken tenders. Small fries, and small Dr. Pepper.” I replied. My brother nodded, put an amazing-on gift card in my shirt pocket, wrapped me in a blanket from his car trunk, kissed me on the forehead, and said “I’ll be right back. Nice necklace, by the way.” I said nothing more than “Thank you.”

A few minutes later, my boss walked up to me with a troubled expression, and showed me an old black and white framed picture that he had found in the building. It had a crowd of grinning people, in period attire, and at the front of the crowd was a woman who looked EXACTLY LIKE ME, but her clothes were different, and she was wearing the same necklace as mine. The caption on the photo just below her in the picture read


“The snow won’t stop falling, so Dad said he’d stay here with me until it stops. He’ll probably leave again when it does, so I kinda hope it snows forever. ”

NieR is a peculiar little game that came out in 2010 for the PlayStation 3 and Xbox 360. It was published by Square Enix and developed by now defunct Cavia Inc. NieR is what most would consider a flawed gem and a cult classic. In this guide, I’ll tell you what NieR is about, why I think it deserves your time, and I’ll briefly go over Drakengard, the series that ties into NieR, and the “sequel”, NieR: Automata.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, just out of curiosity, do you mind if someone uses one of your drawn characters in the comic as a faceclaim? If you were given credit on a page, obviously.

This sounds as if you were going to take one of my characters and say it’s you or something. Which is… weird, somehow.

Anyway please don’t take any character I make for your personal purposes. Fanart is fine, but…. I don’t feel comfortable with more than that.

Meihem Movie Night (They Watch Mad Max)

“Movie night! Movie night! Oi, Roadie! Where the hell are the clean sheets! I know you said we had some!” Junkrat called, his voice muffled from where he was buried halfway inside a half-broken wardrobe. Both arms moved rapidly in an almost digging motion, throwing out bomb casings, spare traps, scrap metal bits, and other garbage into a growing pile on the floor behind him. A few moments later, and he emerged holding an armful of white cloth that was streaked with black and gray. “You said you were gonna clean them! These ain’t clean!”

The gargantuan junker didn’t look up from his book on the other side of the room, sitting on his special-made bench that was still starting to sag in the middle from the sheer weight of him. He had discarded his usual armor, and wore nothing but a pair of Pachimari! Say Hello! print pajama pants and some slippers that might have been white at some point in distant history. “They don’t stay clean if you put dirty things on top of them.”

“She can’t sleep on these!” Junkrat snapped, unfurling them and inspecting the grease and soot as though it suddenly bothered him, even as his own fingers left dirty prints on what remained of the white cloth. “I’ll go get some clean ones, love. They think I can’t get into that supply closet down the hall, but I know h-”

Mei held up both hands quickly. “It’s fine, honestly. I brought a clean blanket just in case, I can sleep on top of it.” She held up one of her many cozy flannel comforters, this one a dark blue print that she knew would be the easiest one to clean after withstanding a night in bed with Junkrat. Even after showering, the man just attracted grime to the point where she honestly thought of studying him as a scientific anomaly. Her own sheets had testified to that many times over now. “This will be just fine.”

“Sleepin’ on top of it? What if you get cold?” Junkrat looked unsure, scratching at the back of his singed scalp.

“Well…You’ll keep me warm, won’t you?”

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It’s so frustrating when so much of Mac is written so well observed and means so much to certain gay people, and then so much of him is SOOOO obviously written by straight people. There’s this really clunky idea of how gay people feel under there. He was way too weird and predatory this episode. 

I dunno. It’s bugged me this season that as soon as Mac comes out hes totally ok with it? As if it was never this huge thing tearing at his soul? I just reeks of… straights not realising what being closeted does to you. Closeted for 40 years. I’d give it the benefit of the doubt if it was written by gay people and say “well some people are like this” but… eh… dunno why we should give it more credit then its due.

Partners In Crime // t.j. au

kinda based on a mixture of @/joshdunfics ’s ‘the run and go’ and ‘you look so cool’ and also based on the song partners in crime by set it off. feedback is welcome & encouraged!!!

“In and out, nice and easy,” Tyler says, patting Michael on the shoulder lightly.

“It’s low tech, mom and pop shop, no CCTV,” she says, putting her hair into two braids, red streaks weaving their way through her natural colored hair, “they’ll give us the cash, we take a few items, in and out, five minutes flat.”

“And if they don’t?” Mark asks from the passenger seat, turning around to look at the three others in the back.

Josh leans forward, arm propped on the edge of the seat.

“Then we make them,” he says, the sunlight glinting slightly off of the gun in his hand.

Mark nods, turning back around, he runs his hand over his jeans.

“Look, if you’re not up for this…” Tyler shakes his head. “We can’t afford cold feet Mark. We need to go fast, cops almost got us coupla’ weeks back, remember? We can’t afford another slip up.”

“That wasn’t my fault,” Mark looks over his shoulder again, “you can’t blame me for that. That was Y/N’s fau-”

“The hell did you just say?” Tyler spits, the barrel of his gun pointing at Mark’s face. “Wanna repeat that?”

“Whoa whoa whoa, Ty, buddy,” Michael says, his grip tightening on the steering wheel, “c'mon man, what are you doing?”

“I just want to hear what he said,” Tyler replies, twisted half smile on his face as Mark swallowed.

“Look Tyler I j-”

Tyler pressed the gun to Marks forehead, his hands steady.

“I want you to think real hard about what you’re about to say,” he says, “and I want you to know that I have no problem doing this.”

“It was my fault,” Mark says, his breathing uneven, “I won’t screw up again.”

Tyler pointed the gun at the roof of the car, a sickening grin now on his face.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He says.

“Tyler,” Y/N whispers, his head turning towards her.

He scoots closer to her, his face softening.

“You heard what he was gonna say about you baby,” he whispers, placing a hand on her cheek, “I can’t let anyone talk about you like that.”

“He’s just scared Ty, we were close to getting caught. He’s new at this, so is Mike,” she says, shaking her head. “They’re not used to the pressure, give them some time, they’ll get used to it and it’ll be better. Besides, I can take care of myself.”

Tyler smiles, an actual smile.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” Y/N replies, pressing her lips to his passionately.

“Michael, park in the alley, keep the van running, this won’t take long,” Josh says as the couple pulls apart, “four of us will run in, grab the cash, get out. Simple as that.”

“You ready for this Mark?” She asks, handing him a ski mask.

“Lets do it.”

The four of them pull on their masks, guns tucked under their shirts as Michael pull into the alley way. The twilight sky covers the groups entry into the store, the four of them stopping just before the door.

“Alright, Josh, you watch the door, make sure nobody interrupts. Y/N, you and I will grab some extra items, Mark, you hand the guy the bag, watch him put the money in and don’t screw it up,” Tyler orders.

The group enters the shop, guns pointed out.

“Money in the bag!” Mark shouts, thrusting the bag into the cashiers hands. “Now!”

Josh stands next to the door, occasionally glancing out as Tyler and Y/N walk around the shop.

“Hey baby, found ya a little present,” Tyler calls.

“What’s that?” She asks, walking over to him.

Tyler grabs her left hand, pulling her close to him.

“Marry me?” He whispers, slipping the ring onto her finger as his lips brush across hers.

“Anytime, anywhere.” She replies, kissing him fully.

“Boss,” Mark calls, pulling Tyler’s attention away from Y/N, “we’re good to go.”


Y/N glances down at her watch, a smile on her face.

“Three and a half minutes.”

“Lets get out of here.”

The group does just that, Mark handing the bag off to Tyler as they head towards the alley way, jumping into the van.

“Take the back way out, hit the cross street, drive normal. Any recklessness will get us caught for sure,” Tyler says.

Michael does as he orders, back up through two alley way intersections before turning onto the main road, disappearing into traffic.

They pull their masks off, smiles on all five faces.

“Let’s see what we got,” Tyler says, opening the bag and pouring out the stacks of bills.

“Quick count,” Josh says, glancing over the cash, “I’d say about three thousand, plus whatever you two picked up.”

Y/N emptied her back, a small cache of jewelry pilling up on the floor of the van.

“Never knew you had such good taste,” she says to Tyler, looking down at the ring on her finger, “I love it.”

“I’m glad,” he says, pressing a kiss to her temple, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” she replies, Josh smiling at his two best friends.

“Back to the safe house boss?” Michael asks.

“Yeah,” Tyler replies, motioning to Josh to put the money back into the bag, “add this to the stash.”

Tyler and Y/N sit up against the side of the van, his arm around her shoulders as Michael drives them towards their house.

“Someday,” he whispers, “someday we’ll live like spoiled royalty. No one will be able to touch us.”

“They’ll never take us alive,” she says, shaking her head.

“Til death do us part,” Tyler replies, touching the ring on her finger, “they’ll call our crimes a work of art.”

“Hey Josh, wanna help me make some dinner when we get back?” she asks, a small smile on her face, “I’d say we’ve earned it.”

“You got it boss.”

“Hey, lets get one thing straight, I’m the boss around here,” Tyler teases.

“Sure you are babe,” she says, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “sure you are.”


Josh sits in a bean bag chair, occasionally putting pieces of popcorn in his mouth as he separates the cash into different piles.

“What’s going on with them?” Mark questions, throwing this head in the direction of Y/N and Tyler.

Josh tosses a glance at the couple in the opposite room, talking in hushed voices and wild hand movements.

“Guess you haven’t been here long enough to know, huh,” Josh says, placing a twenty on top of another, “every couple of months Y/N and Ty get into this the same fight. Tyler wants to go bigger, banks mostly, not just hit up family run shops like we’ve been doing. Y/N thinks it’s too dangerous. They’ll fight for a few hours, maybe a day or two, then everything will be back to normal. Y/N always wins.”  

“Really? Why’s that?” Mark asks.

“C'mon man, are you blind?” Michael asks, swatting Mark lightly on the back of the head. “He’s in love with her! Head over heels. He’s not going to do anything she doesn’t want him to.”

“She’s the same though, she loves him more than anything,” Josh says. “That’s why she doesn’t want us to go bigger, she doesn’t want him to get hurt. Us either, but mostly him. She won’t let him do it, not after what happened last time.”

“Last time?”

“It was…I dunno probably a good two years ago,” Josh starts, chewing on some popcorn before continuing. “It was just the three of us, me, Y/N, and Tyler; we were ambitious, we were in over our heads, we were…we were idiots. We went after this this small credit union, it was one of our first jobs, but we didn’t do enough research. It was a front for a local gang, they ran everything through there, drugs, money, you name it. We went in, tried to grab the money and all hell broke loose.”

“Guys came out of nowhere, machine guns, we didn’t stand a chance,” Josh pauses, leaning in closer to the two men, “that scar on Tyler’s nose? One of the guys grabbed Y/N and Tyler freaked, tried fighting off about three of them. One of them sliced his nose, the three of them beat him up pretty bad before we were able to get out of there. The police didn’t know about us yet, so we took him to the hospital, made up some story. He was in a coma for three days, six broken ribs, a fractured ankle, sprained wrist, and the deep cut on his nose. After that, Y/N decided that we were going to go about this a different way. She spends days doing research about every job, only quick stuff. She won’t let us do anything without thoroughly looking into it, and nothing with anything over a basic CCTV set up. Not after that.”  

“And Tyler still wants to go bigger?”

Josh sighs, looking over his shoulder at his two best friends.

“Tyler wants a better life for her.”


“Ty, we’ve talked about this,” Y/N says, shaking her head, “it’s not a good idea.”

“C'mon baby, we can do this,” Tyler says, looking out at the other three men that had gathered in the living room. “We got enough people now, I’m sure Mark can hack into the cameras if it’ll make you feel better. We can do this.”

“God it’s like you want to get hurt again!” Y/N exclaims. “You were in a coma for three days, Tyler, and that was before we were big like this. We can’t go to a hospital if ones of us gets hurt again, they know us, they’ll find us. It’s too risky.”

“No one is going to get hurt, we’ll get in, get the money, and get out,” Tyler says, “it’s simple.”

“It’s not simple Ty, it’s a freaking bank! Nothing about that is simple, we’ll get caught,” she says. “Besides, we don’t need to do it, we’re perfectly fine with the smaller jobs we’re doing.”

“But Y/N, if we did this we wouldn’t need to do any jobs,” Tyler explains. “We do this, we get enough cash to buy a plane o-or a boat and we get out of here, we go over seas. London, Paris, Venice, we can go anywhere we want. Baby I…I want a better life for you, away from all of this.”

“I don’t need a better life,” Y/N pleads, “all I want is you, Ty. I don’t want you to do this, I don’t want to lose you.”

“But I want you to have a better life, I want you to have everything you could ever wish for,” Tyler says, running a hand over his face.

“I can’t talk about this anymore,” Y/N gives in, shoving her hands into her pockets, “I just need some space.”

She leaves the room, cringing slightly at the sound of the door being closed behind her. She walks into the kitchen and grabs a glass out of the cabinet, setting it down on the counter as she lets out a deep breath, Josh joins her a few moments after.

“Same thing?” He asks.

“Like clock work,” she replies, “every two months, the same fight. I know that he wants what he thinks is the best for me, but him getting caught…him getting killed…that’s the worst thing that could happen. I don’t want to risk it. He doesn’t understand.”

“He just wants to be able to provide for you, to give you whatever you want. He loves you,” Josh says, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly, “he doesn’t see it as a possibility of him getting hurt, he sees it as a way to make sure he can give you anything and everything you could possibly want.”

“We’re too big now Josh,” she says, sipping at the water, “we’ve made too much noise. If the cops find us they’re not going to go easy. The best outcome is them arresting us, but the most likely outcome is that at least one of us will get killed. We’re better off just hitting smaller places, less of a risk.”

“Look, I know you care about him, we all do,” Josh sighs, “but Y/N…we all want more. We want bigger things. I for one am getting a bit bored with these smaller heists, I want something different. I want something more.”

Y/N slams the glass back onto the counter, and Josh isn’t sure how it didn’t break.

“Fine, you all want better things,” she growls, “do them without me.”


“Come on Y/N, this is getting a bit ridiculous,” Josh says, letting out a small sigh as he stares at the closed door.

“Leave me alone,” she replies, muffled, “I don’t want to talk.”

“Y/N,” the boy sighs again, “it’s been two days, time to give it up.”

Silence follows Josh’s plea, and he lets out a frustrated groan.

“Just give it up J,” Tyler says, shaking his head, “she’s stubborn as hell, she’s not going to come out unless she wants to.”

“Ty, man, you’ve been sitting against that wall for the past thirty six hours,” Josh says, pacing the floor, “she’s being ridiculous.”

“Hey!” Tyler barks, making Mark and Michael jump slightly. “That’s enough. I know that she’s being a pain, but don’t talk about her like that.”

“Even after two days of her not talking to us, to him,” Mark whispers, “he still defends her.”

“He’s got it bad,” Michael replies quietly.

“That’s it, I’m done,” Josh says, marching across the living room and digging through his backpack.

“Josh, what are you doing?” Michael questions as the boy pulls out his lock picking device.

“I’m going in to talk to her, whether she likes it or not,” Josh says through gritted teeth.

“Josh you can’t just u-”

“I’ll do what I like,” Josh replies, kneeling in front of the closed door, “if you haven’t noticed, we’re thieves, we don’t exactly live by society’s rules.”

Josh pauses, the device inches from the lock.

“Ty?” He asks quietly, looking over at his friend.

Tyler looks back at him, nodding.

“Talk to her,” he whispers, “she’ll listen to you.”

Josh nods back, quickly picking the lock to the room. He enters just as fast, closing the door behind him.

“What the hell are you doing?” Y/N exclaims, scrambling off of the bed and to her feet.

“You won’t come out, I decided to come in,” Josh says, shrugging.

“Tyler’s gonna kill you.”

“Who do you think told me to come in here?”

She falls silent, looking down at the floor.

“I’m sorry, J,” she whispers, “but I just…I can’t lose him again. I can’t bare to see him arrested or hurt or even…god I don’t even want to think about him being killed.”

“Why are you so certain that we will get caught?” Josh asks.

“Because that’s what happens when you go big,” she replies, “you go big and you get in over your head and you lose. Staying small is better, it’s the only way to make sure you can control the outcome.”

“The only way we fully control this is by stopping,” Josh says. “We can’t control anything but what we do. Regardless of whether we go small or big.”

“J…I can’t lose you guys, any of you. You guys are all I have,” she stumbles over her words, eyes glistening slightly, “you guys are my family. I love you all but…god I love him more than anything. It’s too risky. I’m not backing down.”

“Do you remember when we found this place?” Josh switches subjects, looking around the room. “You loved it, but I didn’t think we should get it, I thought it was too big, too empty, there was only just the three of us. But Ty he…he talked to me, I think it was the look in your eyes. You were happy, that’s all he wants, he wants you to be happy.”

Josh pauses, shaking his head.

“I’ve known Tyler a long time, Y/N,” he says, “I’ve seen him with other girls, he didn’t care about them as much as he cares about you. I’ve never seen him care for anyone the way he cares for you. I know for a fact he doesn’t want you to get hurt just as much as you don’t want him to, but he knows that we can do this, he knows what we are capable of, I trust him with my life.”

“And I trust him with mine,” the girl whispers, letting out a sigh, “Ty, I know you’re out there. Come here.”

The door opens quickly, the brown haired boy stepping inside the room with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Look Y/N I never meant t-”

“Oh get over here and kiss me.”

He does just that, their lips molding together and her fingers tangling themselves in his hair as Josh leaves the room, joining the two men on bean bag chairs.

“And that’s how you deal with that,” he says with a smirk.

“Every time?” Mark questions, shaking his head.

“Almost every time,” Josh replies. “Couple of times they worked it out themselves, other times I help after few days. This was an easy one.”

“D'you think she’ll ever give in?” Michael questions. “I mean, I agree with him. I think we could do something bigger.”

“Not sure,” Josh replies, “I’m sure she will get tired of them fighting but…all it’s gonna take is one bad job, one near miss, one of us getting hurt. Then she’ll go back,” he shrugs, throwing another look over his shoulder at his friends.

“If we do this,” Y/N whispers between kisses, “if we do this I have to research it. It’ll take time, I have to be thorough.”

“Whatever it takes,” Tyler replies quietly, pressing kisses to her jaw line.

“There’s this new jail break I read about on a forum,” she says, “turns your phone into a police scanner, reverses the encryption on their communications and allows you to understand it. If we do this, we need that too.”

Tyler pulls back, staring into her eyes.

“You mean it,” Tyler says, smiling, “we’re gonna do this?”

“Yeah, yeah Ty we’re gonna do this,” she says, nodding, “but we’re gonna do it right.”


Six days. That’s how long it took for Y/N to feel like they were prepared. Six days of planning, staking out, research. Six days of setting up code, hacking into firewalls, familiarizing oneself with the system.

Finally, much to Tyler’s relief, Y/N gave the green light.

“We’ll go tonight, right before closing,” she says, “Marks’s been inside the system for three days and there’s been no sign of them knowing, so we do this now so they don’t get a chance to know.”

“Mark, you’re gonna loop the feed from the van, then when we go in you’re going to collect all the phones and the guards guns, put them in a pile as far away from everyone as you can,” Y/N explains. “Josh, you and Ty are gonna grab the cash, as much as you can as fast as you can, I’m going to help Mark watch the hostages and listen on the police scanner for any company. Michael, you’re in the van, keep it on and ready so we can get out fast.”

Michael gave a look of disapproval, opening his mouth to argue. One glance from Tyler shut him up quick.

“I know you want to be in the action Michael, but I’m putting everyone exactly where they need to be, and we need you in the van,” Y/N says, “you’re the best driver under pressure out of all of us, we need you, we just need you where we can use you.”

Michael nods.

“I also set up a police scanner in the van, it scans for local p.d. radio signals, while the one on the phone I’ll be using can switch between swat and local. I’m going to keep it on the higher level, I’ll need you to text me updates about local stuff every couple of minutes,” she explains, nodding.

“You thought this through,” Josh praises.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right. No one is going to get caught,” Y/N replies.

“No one’s going to get caught,” Tyler says, placing a comforting hand on her knee.

She lets out a shaky breath, nodding.

“If we’re gonna do this we need to get going,” Josh says gently, glancing at his watch, “the bank’s halfway across town, if we leave now we’ll get there twenty minutes before closing.”

The group pile into the van, Tyler and Josh checking all the guns to make sure they’re all loaded.

Josh notices first; her tapping foot, her hands shakily running through her hair as she tries to braid it. He nudges Tyler in the ribs with his elbow, nodding towards the nervous girl.

Tyler moves so he’s sitting behind her, removing her hands from her hair.

“Here, let me,” he says gently, taking her hair into his own hands.

Y/N relaxes into his touch, letting out a content sigh.

“I know you’re nervous princess,” Tyler whispers, weaving her hair together the same way he’s seen her do a thousand times, “but we’re going to do this, and it’s going to be perfect.”

“And after?”

Tyler finishes her hair, pulling her close to where her back presses against his chest.

“After that I’ll get you a map,” he says, kissing the nape of her neck a few times, “you’ll throw a dart, pencil, thumb tack, whatever; and wherever it lands, that’s where we’ll go. No more jobs, no more running, no more hiding; we can do whatever we want.”

“Just you and me?” she asks quietly.

“Everyone gets their share, they can do with it what they wish,” Tyler says, “but you and me, we stick together. And Josh of course, if he wants.”

Tyler smiles at his best friend, who rolls his eyes teasingly.

“C'mon J, we’ll set you up with a pretty foreign girl, by then you’ll be rich and you’ll be just as handsome,” Y/N smiles, “it’ll be perfect.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Josh smiles, passing out the ski masks.

“We’re here,” Michael says, pulling into the alley way, “it’s now or never.”

“I love you more than anything in the world,” Tyler whispers, pressing kiss to her forehead before she slid on her ski mask, “more than anything.”

“I love you too Ty,” she replies, swallowing hard, “let’s get this over with.”

“First things first,” Tyler says, looking at Mark, “you get all the phones and the guns and put them in a pile, count them, make sure they match up. We can’t have any heroes.”

Mark nods, putting on his mask as Tyler did the same.

“Let’s do it.”

“Gloves on, no finger prints,” Tyler says, “we can’t leave any trace. Josh,” he nods his head over, silently asking his friend to come closer.

“What’s up?” Josh asks quietly.

“If this…Josh if this thing goes south I need you to promise me something,” Tyler takes a deep breath, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Promise me that you’ll get her out of there, and that you’ll take care of her. Please.”

“Ty I d-”

“No, Josh please,” Tyler cuts him off, shaking his head, “I need you to promise me. If this goes bad and I don’t make it out I need to know that you’ll be there for her. I need to know that she’ll be with someone I trust.”

“Yeah, yeah Ty I’ll be there for her. I won’t leave her, I promise,” Josh nods, worry evident his eyes. “Do you think this is going to go bad?”

“I don’t know J, I really hope not but…” Tyler trails off, shaking his head again, “but if it does I just want to make sure she’s going to be okay.”

“She will be,” Josh replies, nodding slowly, “we all will be.”

“Alright,” Tyler says, raising his voice back to a normal level, “let’s get going.”

They get in easy enough, a single ear bud tucked underneath Y/N’s mask as she continuously listens to the police scanners.

“We good to go?” Tyler asks her, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“For now,” she says, checking her phone for any messages from Mark. “Let’s get this done, yeah?”

Tyler nods, taking one of the managers behind the desk and telling him what to do as Y/N bounces slightly on the balls of her feet.

“You okay?” Josh whispers.

“No, no I’m not okay,” she replies, “all I can think about is what happened last time, I can’t get it out of my head, J.”

“Hey, this is nothing like that,” Josh says, “everything’s going fine, everything will be fine. We’re good.”

She nods, pulling her phone out and texting Michael.

We still good?

“I…I need you to promise me something J,” she whispers, tapping her fingers against the back of her phone, “it’s been the three of us for so long…don’t let that change. Please.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t let him do something stupid to protect me, and don’t let me do something stupid to protect him,” she explain, “and if it comes down to it…save him.”

“You two and your promises,” Josh sighs, nodding anyway, “yeah, okay, whatever you say.”

We’re still good. Nothing on the scanner.

“Thank you, really,” she says, nodding, “thank you.”

“We should hurry,” Mark says, walking up to the two of them, “people are starting to get antsy, I don’t want to be here longer than we need to be.”

“He should be done soon,” Y/N replies, “he knows what he’s doing, I trust him.”

“Go check the bags he’s done with,” Josh says to Mark, “make sure there’s nothing in them, dye packs, trackers, anything. Be thorough, we can’t mess this up.”

“He’s right,” Y/N whispers as Mark leaves, “we need to get out of here, the longer we stay here the more chance we have of getting caught or one of these people doing something stupid.”

“He’s almost done,” Josh says, nodding in Tyler’s direction, “c'mon, final checks.”

“You okay baby girl?” Tyler whispers once Y/N and Josh come to stand beside him.

“Ready to go,” she replies, “how much did we get?”

“Enough,” Tyler nods, “let’s get out of here.”

“We should go out of the back,” Mark says, holding a few bags in his hands, “that way it’s harder to trace us, in the front and out the back.”

“That may be the smartest thing you’ve ever said,” Josh teases.

“Shut up, let’s go,” Mark says.

The four of them make their way towards the back of the bank, the rest happens in slow motion.

She sees Tyler crumple before she actually hears the shot, her whole world breaking with one single action.

How they got to the van, she doesn’t remember. All she can see is the amount of blood on Tyler’s shirt after Josh removes his hands.  

“What the hell happened?” Michael practically yells as they got in the van, eyes wide.

“Just drive, we need to get out of here,” Y/N says, hands shaking as she pulls off her mask.

“Take the mask, press it on his shoulder,” Mark says, “we need to stop the blood flow.”

Josh does as he says, pressing the mask to the back of Tyler’s shoulder as Michael drove through the alley.

“What happened?” Michael asks through gritted teeth.

“We were on our way out, someone had a gun, I think it was one of the guards,” Josh says, “they shot, hit Tyler in the shoulder. We booked it out of there as fast as we could.”

“How the hell did one of them have a gun?” Y/N asks, looking up at Mark with hard eyes.

“I don’t know, I counted them, three times,” Mark says. “There were five guards, I had five guns, one of them had to have an extra or something.”

“An extra,” she says, pointing her own gun at him,“ you’re blaming this on one of the guards happening to have an extra gun?!”

“Y/N!” Josh shouts, shaking his head, “that’s not helping. It’s not his fault, it happened. Doing that isn’t going to change it.”

She deflates, dropping the gun onto the floor, Josh grabs it and pulls out the clip as she turns her attention back to Tyler.

“What are we going to do Josh…” she trails off for a brief second, “we can’t go to a hospital, what are we going to do?”

“You know what we have to do,” Josh says calmly.

“No we…Josh we can’t. We can’t go to him,” she shakes her head, “you know what he said last time, we can’t.”

“We have to, he’s the only one we know who can help us,” Josh says, “we can’t go to a hospital, we can’t go to an urgent care, anywhere we go is going to report it because it’s a gunshot, we need to go to him.”

“Look, before we went in there Tyler made me promise to take care of you if something happened to him,” Josh says, “and you made me promise to save him, look at him, Y/N. Seriously, look at him.”

The tears clouding her eyes couldn’t hide the sight of him; the blood soaked shirt, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

“Ty needs medical help, and he’s the only one we can trust,” Josh presses.

“I wouldn’t exactly use the word trust,” she grumbles, “Josh, he’ll turn us in.”

“He won’t,” Josh whispers back, “not when he sees Ty like this. He won’t.”

“Who is this ambiguous ‘he’?” Michael asks. “Can someone please tell me where the hell we’re going.”

“Get on the highway, head south,” Josh says, switching out the bloodied mask for a fresh one.

“Where are we going?”

“Zack’s,” Y/N says, defeated, “we’re going to Zack’s.”


“I had no idea Tyler even had a brother,” Mark says, shaking his head.

“Well, he’s got two,” Josh says, “and a sister.”

“And we’re going there because?”

“He’s in med school,” Josh explains, “or at least he was, I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in at least a year. We can’t go to a hospital, Zack can help.”

“What did he say last time?” Mark asks.


“Y/N said that we couldn’t go back there because of what he said last time,” Mark explains, “what did he say?”

“Last time we saw him was because of the first time Tyler got hurt, when he was in the hospital,” Josh says, “Zack came and Tyler told him everything. He flipped, said what we were doing was dangerous and that he didn’t approve. He told us t-”

“He told us that if he saw us again he’d turn us in,” Y/N cuts him off, “said he wouldn’t that time, said he was giving us a chance to turn our lives around. He said that if he saw us again after a job, if he heard of us doing a job, he’d call the police and turn us in.”

“And yet we’re going straight to him?!” Michael exclaims.

“He’s not going to turn us in,” Josh stresses, “it’s an empty threat. He was scared because Tyler got hurt, he’ll help us, I know he will.”

“Well, lets hope so,” Michael sighs, “we’re here.”

“Let me and Y/N go, talk to him first,” Josh says, “just to prep him.”

“Yeah, whatever man,” Michael says, “let me know if we need a quick get away.”

The two of them make their way up the sidewalk, Y/N’s hands shaking.

“Wish I hadn’t’ve made you promise me to save him,” she whispers with a shaky laugh.

“Stop that,” Josh says, “everything will be okay.”

He knocks, shoving his hands in his pockets. Y/N’s stomach turns.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Zack spits as he opens the door.

“It’s Tyler,” Josh says calmly. “Please Zack, we need your help.”

Zack stares at them for what feels like years before he finally nods.

“Bring him inside.”

After ten minutes of complete silence and nail biting, Zack speaks.

“The bullet passed through cleanly, didn’t hit anything major,” he says, “he needs medicine, and rest. Stitches too, I can do those. Josh could you run upstairs and grab the blue first aid kit from the bathroom?”

“Yeah, course.”

“Y/N can I talk to you?” he asks quietly, nodding towards the kitchen.

She tries to hide her shaky hands by putting them into her pockets, following Zack into the kitchen.

“Not to sound redundant,” he starts, “but what the hell are you guys doing here? I thought I explained it last time.”

“We couldn’t exactly go to a hospital, Zack,” she says, “he’s hurt, Josh said we had to bring him here, I didn’t want to, he talked me into it.”

“You remember what I said last time?” He asks, looking down.

“Course I do, but we didn’t have choice,” she says, “I’m sorry, Zack, really I am. I didn’t want to even do this job, Tyler felt like we could do it. I’m sorry we had to bring you into this.”

Zack sighs, running his hand through his hair, for a moment he looks exactly like Tyler did when he and Y/N met.

“Are you going to turn us in?” She asks nervously.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“Hey,” Josh interrupts, leaning half way into the kitchen, “I got the stuff,” he holds up the first aid kit.

Zack takes it from him, walking back into the living room.

“Can you stop acting like that?” Y/N hisses.

“Acting like what?” Josh questions, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Like…like this is all normal, like we drop by here every other week just to get together,” she stutters, “this isn’t normal, J, Tyler’s laying unconscious on Zack’s couch because he got shot. None of this is normal, please stop acting like it is!”

“Didn’t realize that I was, I’m sorry,” Josh says gently, “I guess I’m just trying to defuse the tension, keep Zack from doing what he said he would do last time.”

“I’m so scared Josh…I’m so scared,” she whispers, “I can’t lose him, I can’t lose any of you.”

“Hey hey hey,” Josh says gently, pulling the shaking girl into his arms, “shh, it’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

“Hey sorry I j- is she okay?” Zack interrupts.

Y/N pulls out of Josh’s arms, wiping her face with her sleeve.

“H-how is he? How’s Ty?”

“The bleeding’s stopped, which is a good sign,” Zack replies, “I stitched him up and gave him some meds, he should be okay. Sore, but okay.”

“Is he awake?” Josh asks.

“In and out,” Zack says, shrugging.

He turns his attention to Y/N again, a soft expression on his face.

“He’s asking for you,” he says, “well…he mumbled your name when he was semi-conscious.”

“Can I…can I see him?” She asks, eyes wider than usual.

“Yeah, course you can,” Zack nods.

She opens her mouth to reply, but thinks better. She walks quietly into the living room, leaving Josh and Zack alone.

“They really love each other, don’t they,” Zack says, looking over at Josh.

“I’ve never seen two people love each other more,” Josh replies, smiling  slightly.

He joins Y/N in the living room, sitting next to her on a stool.

Y/N holds Tyler’s hand in both of hers, bloodshot eyes meeting Josh’s.

“I knew we shouldn’t have done this,” she whispers, “I knew it was too dangerous. God why didn’t he listen to me.”

“He’s going to be okay Y/N, you heard Zack,” Josh says, “he’ll be okay.”

“That’s not what I mean,” she says, “we still don’t know what Zack’s going to do, J. God for all we know he could’ve already called the police.”

“I don’t th-”

“Y/N? J-josh?” His voice is hoarse, eyes squinting as he looks up at them.

“Hey, hey baby,” Y/N smiles, pressing a kiss to his hand, “I’d ask you how you’re feeling but I think that’s a stupid question.”

Tyler smiles slightly, a bit of pressure lifting off of Y/N’s shoulders as he did.

“W-where are we? This doesn’t look like nay hospital I’ve ever seen before.”

“We um…we’re not at a hospital, Ty,” Josh says slowly, “we’re…we’re at Zack’s.”

Tyler’s eyes widen. He groans as he tries to sit up, shaking his head.

“Ty, Ty what are you doing?” Y/N asks worriedly. “You need to rest, you were shot.”

“We need to go, right now,” Tyler says, looking around wildly.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“We need to go, he’s gonna turn us in,” Tyler says, “who’s brilliant idea was it to bring us here?”

“Tyler, you got shot. We can’t go to a hospital, you needed help,” Josh explains, taking a deep breath, “we had to come here, he’s the only one that could help.”

“How long have we been here?” Tyler asks, finally sitting up fully. “He’s probably already called the police, we need to get out of here.”

“You’ve been here for about an hour, maybe two,” Zack says, handing his brother a bottle of water, “and I’m not going to turn you in.”

Tyler accepts the water, furrowing his eyebrows at his brother.

“You’re not?” He asks. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you’re not but…you’re not?”

“No,” Zack shakes his head, “I’m not. I should, but I won’t. But you have to promise me something, all of you.”

“Yeah, yeah anything,” Tyler nods.

“Stop this. You have to stop this,” Zack says, sitting on the couch next to Tyler, looking between the three of them, “this is too much. I don’t understand why you guys have been doing this, but it’s gone too far. Ty, man, you got shot, twice. This needs to stop.”

Tyler looks at Y/N, a small smile forming on his face.

“Yeah,” Tyler ducks his head down, nodding, “yeah we’re done.”

“Really?” Zack asks, looking surprised, “that was easy. What are you guys going to do?”

“Probably go over seas,” Tyler nods, “find somewhere in Europe and settle down. The others can do what they want, as long as I have Y/N.”

“You’ll always have me,” she whispers, kissing his knuckles, “till death do us part.”

“I’ll be there too,” Josh quips, “in a less sappy, totally platonic way.”

The group laughs, the atmosphere feeling semi-normal for the first time.

“You need to rest Ty,” Zack says, “you guys are welcome to stay here as long as you need, all of you. Including the two guys sitting in the van outside.”

“You sure?” Tyler questions. “Won’t it be suspicious? I mean don’t you have a girlfriend o-or a ah…boyfriend?”

“God Ty, no,” Zack shakes his head, rolling his eyes, “for the record, it would be a girlfriend if I had one, but I don’t. I’m in the middle of med-school, I don’t have time for that.”

“Are you serious?” Josh asks, looking at him. “About letting us stay here?”

“Until you guys figure out your plans, yeah,” Zack says, “I mean…I don’t know if you guys have some sort of…house or something like that but…”

“They’ll be looking for us,” Y/N whispers, shaking her head.

“Send Michael back,” Tyler replies after a moment of thought, “they haven’t ever seen him with us, they won’t be looking for him. He can get everything we need, clear it out.”

“Okay, okay yeah I’ll tell him,” Josh says, standing up.

He walks out of the door, Zack looking back at the couple.

“I don’t know anything about why you guys started this whole thing…” he shakes his head, “but I do know that you guys love each other a lot. I can tell. And honestly…that’s all that matters in the end. At least to me anyway.”

“Thanks Zack, that means a lot, really,” Tyler says, patting his brother on the shoulder, “I promise we won’t be here long, we just need to sort out a few things, get it all situated before we head over seas.”

“Send me a post card,” Zack says, nodding at him, “and stay safe.”

With those words, he left the room, heading into the kitchen. Tyler looks back at Y/N, a smile on his face.

“C'mere,” he mumbles, opening his arms like a small child, “I wanna hold you.”

“I don’t want to mess up your stitches Ty,” she shakes her head.

“I don’t give a damn about my stitches,” Tyler replies, raising his eyebrows, “please.”

She sighs and stands up from the stool, shaking her head at him.

“The things I let you talk me into,” she whispers, sitting next to him on the couch.

“You know you love me,” he whispers back, kissing her temple. “hey, guess what.”


“We’re rich,” he says quietly, a smile on his face, “spoiled royalty, just like I said.”

“Partners in crime,” Y/N replies, entertaining their fingers, “forever and always.”

“Till death do us part.”


Sprinkles Generation One House

Uploaded by request, this is the current state of my Sprinkles family house. It’s still not exactly where I’d like it to be furnishing/decor wise but I feel like I got it pretty good to where I feel comfortable uploading it! It’s a 5 bedroom, 2 ½ bathroom home with a painter’s studio and unfurnished bedroom on the second floor. The backyard is filled with lots of things for kids including a “sandbox”, doll house, puppet theater and more! 

If you choose to download this house, make sure you have the “include cc” option checked, otherwise it won’t show up. Even though there is no cc in the house (i dunno man).

So yeah! Do with it what you want, just please credit back to me if you use it and do not claim it as your own!

Origin ID is spellburst

The Langst I Want to See

(This is all written with the recognition of the fact that my opinions don’t mean jack shit and I continue to expect the creators to create in whatever way they envisioned and I will continue to headcannon in whatever way enhances the content for me, OK?) (Crap when did this become a necessary thing to say in fandom)

I’m not a langst fan. Like at all. Because, as @radioactivesupersonic pointed out (though I cannot for the life of me find the exact post), Lance and all the Paladins are really a hell of a lot more resilient than fandom gives them credit for (which is not to say they don’t have breaking points. But come on, most voltron angst doesn’t get there). And LBR, people are more resilient than we give them credit for. I’ve been talking to friends over drinks and been honestly flabbergasted like “how the shit did you survive that??” and they look at me in confusion and say “I dunno…I just did?” And I’ve done the same thing, to the point where a licensed therapist looked at me and went, “and you did  what?” and I’m like, “I dunno, I just kept going?”

I’m not saying that to sound special. Because so many people, maybe not a majority, but a damn plurality for sure, have had some experience in their life that they just get through because there’s no other option and people look at them in disbelief in the aftermath and say “how????” and they’re like “I just kept going.” (And yes, the fucked-upedness comes later, but for a lot of people when you’re in the middle of it you just…keep going.)

Anyway. So that’s why most langst does nothing for me.

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