i need this show more than i need air

If you love Six of Crows and haven’t yet read the Gentlemen Bastards series please do so now, because can we just imagine the perfectly ordered, utter chaos that would be Kaz Brekker and Locke Lamora working together on a Plan? Literally no one would be safe

Let’s take a closer look shall we?

The Lies of Locke Lamora: “I’ve got kids that enjoy stealing. I’ve got kids that don’t think about stealing one way or the other, and I’ve got kids that just tolerate stealing because they know they’ve got nothing else to do. But nobody–and I mean nobody–has ever been hungry for it like this boy. If he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread and die laughing. He…steals too much.”

“Gods, I love this place,“ Locke said, drumming his fingers against his thighs. "Sometimes I think this whole city was put here simply because the gods must adore crime. Pickpockets rob the common folk, merchants rob anyone they can dupe, Capa Barsavi robs the robbers and the common folk, the lesser nobles rob nearly everyone, and Duke Nicovante occasionally runs off with his army and robs the shit out of Tal Verarr or Jerem, not to mention what he does to his own nobles and his common folk.”

“I don’t need to be reminded that we’re up to our heads in dark water. I just want you boys to remember that we’re the gods-damned sharks.”

"My disinterest in your bullshit is so tangible you could make bricks out of it.”

“What kind of knife is this?” Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chains’ inspection. “It’s all wrong. You couldn’t kill anyone with this.“

Like seriously if you want another loveable, murderous asshole to adore, Locke Lamora is your boy

Other things Locke has done:
- Planned to spend an entire morning being strangled
- Told one of the most powerful wizards in existence that he is an asshole and insulted his bird
- Got beaten to a pulp because he’s terrible at fighting but laughed the whole time until his bestie showed up to save the day
- Stole a necklace from the neck of the governor’s mistress while she was sleeping in the governor’s bed (with the governor)
- Has literally tried to die for his friends
- Is also emotionally constipated over a girl who could stab you and you would thank her


Please read this series
Date Crasher

Originally posted by ohmyziamness

SUMMARY: You and Seth dated when you were a part of the Shield. But after he broke up the Shield to join the Authority, you didn’t have any contact with him for three years. Then one day he walks back into your life while you’re on a date, and his jealous side comes out. ANGST. FLUFF.

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Getting his Ex Back! - Mark Lee

Originally posted by markleetrashh

Request:  Can I request a scenario where Mark’s ex has kinda moved on but he wants her back and gets help from her best friend, Jisung.

A/n: This took awhile to write because I didn’t know if I wanted to keep them as nct dream members or make it an au where they’re just school kids. Ultimately, I made it an au where they’re in school and Mark was still very busy lol.

Masterlist

  • I kinda waited to write this because I wasn’t sure exactly how I wanted to write it
  • but this has been requested for awhile
  • so I felt like I had to start writing it now
  • because I feel bad leaving the requester waiting
  • so let’s start!!

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Hello people of the internet. Here are some Things that stood out for me at the Amsterdam concert.

I was third row - THIRD ROW - and that means I saw the dimple approximately 968 times and every single time was a gift.

He still had his cold, but he did such a great job anyway, I don’t know how he does it but he did. He was drinking a hot beverage, but luckily he didn’t throw it on our heads kiwi style, he grabbed a bottle of water for that.

He smirks a lot, always makes contact with the crowd and throws them a smile and it’s so?! Sweet?! It’s nice for the people in the crowd AND I think he really enjoys it himself so definitely a win - win situation there.

He did an amazing notechange during Meet Me In The Hallway that almost knocked me off my cramped up legs, I need to see a video of that more than I need air.

At one point during that song he threw his hands up in the air and held his head back, like he was opening up heaven himself and dude, I think he succeeded.

Shoutout to the band, wow fucking wow! Clare is an ethereal being, you can’t explain it, you have to see it.

And oh my god, people that go to a show soon, do yourselves one favour and look at Mitch sometimes during Only Angel. I swear, the level of entertainment I got from watching him sing some unenthusiastic ‘whoo-hoos’ is undescribable.

When you have to raise your arms and grab each other’s hands and Harry tells you that every single one of you owns a piece of his heart… you cry. You just do.

And last but not least. I want that last minute and a half of Sign Of The Times live to be the last thing I hear ever. It’s got to be the last thing I hear. <3

#SHE STRAIGHT UP JUST ASSUMES SIAN IS HITTING ON HER LIKE THAT IS NOT A NORMAL RESPONSE TO ‘hey friend what are you doing tonight?'  #Serena has always been queercoded the writers just didnt realise and then they decided to give her a gf so they had to make it seem like  #Serena has been Straight™ the ENTIRE TIME so there can be TENSION bc her and Bernie after the kiss rather than just OH DANG YEAH LETS GO  #bc lets face it the Serena we originally met who practically gushed at Jac’s cheek bones the Serena who affectioned Collette the Serena who  #quite happily flirted right back at Fleur and frankly loved the attention would have fucking jumped on Bernie if she’d kissed before  #Robbie and Angus i think his name was and espically after the utter shambles that was the reunion w Edward  #bullshit she hasn’t thought about women her whole life  #Serena Campbell: bisexual extraordinaire  #Serena *i will topple over any sweet lookin piece and own their arse w my own amazing existence* Campbell  #Serena *I’ll climb any mountain if they’re hot enough to match my own beauty* Campbell  #Serena *i am shit hot and my hotness will not be contained to one gender this hotness needs to be shared w all the genders *Campbell  #lmao always aware but not out Serena talking to *spent her whole life closeted until Alex* Bernie  #realising that Serena has slept w more women than Bernie  #Bernie being like dude show me A L L  O F  Y O U R  T R I C K S as they rail each other five ways until Sunday  #FUCK MAN this is an au i need in my life now @matildaswan

So, this happened….


Bernie collapsed back on the mattress, panting.  Her aching lungs finally began to draw cool sweet air as she blinked furiously up at the ceiling in an attempt to get her eyes to clear.  A fine sheen of sweat covered her body, glistening in the dim light of the room, aftershocks sporadically twitching through her muscles. She forced herself to unclench her fists, feeling the burn of the half moon marks scored into her palms by her own fingernails, the beginnings of a charley horse flickering in her right calf.  

She swallowed a few times, mouth parched, breathing still ragged and harsh. “I…thought…you said…you’d…never been…with…a woman…before.”  She managed to turn her head an inch to the right.

Serena lay on her side, chin propped on a fist, a quizzical frown marring her brow.  "I never said that.“

Bernie tried to summon an expression of outrage, only managing a vaguely befuddled twitch of the eyebrow.  "You certainly did!”

“I certainly did not, Bernie,” Serena said, one brow raised primly.  “I said that I had never been more than friends with a woman.  That is quite true.”

Bernie eyed her incredulously.  "Then where’d you learn to do,“ she gestured vaguely down her naked, exhausted body, ”that.“

"I went to an all-girls school,” Serena said matter-of-factly.  As if that explained everything.

Bernie chuckled, trailing off into a whimper as her muscles spasmed.  “What, did they teach a course on lesbian sex?”

Serena rolled her eyes.  “Don’t be ridiculous.  But you can’t have that many hormonal adolescent girls in one place without some experimentation taking place.”

Images of a young Serena, wearing a perfectly pressed school uniform, kissing another uniformed girl flashed through Bernie’s mind.  Picturing that wicked look Serena got in her eye as her hand slid up over knee socks, a bare thigh, higher under the pleated plaid skirt…  Bernie squirmed at the unexpected throb between her thighs.

“Serena Campbell, you are full of surprises.”  Serena grinned widely, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against Bernie’s mouth.  

“You don’t know the half of it!”  One of her hands moved to Bernie’s side, trailing down to rest on the curve of her hip.  She pressed closer, nuzzling along Bernie’s neck, breath hot in her ear.

“Now, if you liked that, you’ll love what Sian taught me…”

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If you love No. 6 more than your future first born clap your hands
CLAP CLAP

If you need No. 6 more than you need air to breathe clap your hands
CLAP CLAP

If you’re fucking obsessed with No. 6 and your life is officially ruined by these precious angel characters if you love No. 6 clap your hands
CLAP CLAP

Can you tell I love No. 6? Because I fucking love No. 6. Fun fact, I even have a headcanons blog for this shit because I am a huge fucking loser when it comes to this god damn precious show.

Don’t lie, you are too. The adorable emotionally damaged homos, the fabulous genderqueer person raised by dogs, the radical mom who’s a radical baker? True perfection.

One thing that’s pretty awesome about the show is their fucking food, so I attempted to make a recipe similar to Nezumi’s Macbeth Soup, and I came up with something really similar to a Japanese Milk Stew. So hold on to your panties because we gon’ make some Macbeth Soup.

~

Nezumi’s Macbeth Soup
(servings- 2, one for your and one for the life size cut out of Shion that you have in your closet)



Ingredients-

  • 1 chicken thigh, cut into one inch chunks with the skin off
  • 1 carrot, peeled and cut into bite size pieces
  • 1 onion, sliced into ¼ inch thick
  • 3 cloves of fresh garlic, smashed and minced
  • 2 potatoes, peeled and cut into bite size pieces
  • 2 ½ cups water
  • 2 chicken consomme cubes
  • 1 cup milk
  • 2 Tbsp flour
  • 2 Tbsp butter
  • 2 Tbsp cream cheese
  • 1 bee parasite (optional, not really recommended)

Procedure-

  • Cry over the fact that you’ll never have a relationship like Nezumi and Shion’s like the fuckin fujoshi weeaboo you are.
  • Season chicken with salt and pepper. Heat a little bit of oil in a deep pan and saute the chicken on medium high heat until browned.
  • Add onion and saute on medium heat until translucent. Afterwards, add the carrot, garlic and potatoes and stir-fry that biz about as fast as Nezumi was when he cut that random fuckin bee thing out of Shion’s neck. 
  • Pour 2 ½ cup of water in the pan and bring to a boil. Turn down the heat to low and add consomme cubes. Simmer until carrots and potatoes are softened.
  • Meanwhile, make white sauce in a sauce pan. Melt butter on low heat and stir in flour to make a little roux. Cook the flour until bubbles, mixing well.
  • Pour milk and cook on medium heat, stirring quickly until it begins to thicken. Lower the heat and continue to stir until the mixture is thickened even further.
  • Stop the heat and set aside. Take some of the soup from the stew and mix with cream cheese in a small cup. Stir the cream cheese mixture in the stew.
  • Add the white sauce into the stew and stir that shit till it’s totally combined.
  • Add some salt and pepper to season to your liking.
  • Think about how much better the No. 6 novels were compared to the manga and weep furiously over the inadequates Bones Original Anime Ending.

~

HOLY FUCKING BALLS YOU JUST MADE SOME MACBETH SOUP. I mean sure, you’re never going to destroy a corrupted government or climb a mountair of dead bodies, but at least you succeeded in making soup, so I guess that’s worth something, maybe.

Go enjoy your Macbeth soup with some of Karan’s Cherry Cake and a loaf of mini french bread you piece of trash, you deserve it after all the suffering you had to endure without any updates to this fabulous series.

Later, weebs. Try not to cry when you realize how truly unproductive you’ve been the whole day.

And no, doodling fanart of your shitty OTP is not ‘being productive’ but nice try.

LOVE YOU, BYE~ 

Go Home

Summary: You and Finn get into a fight, and you end up leaving. He shows up at your parents’ house and waits outside all night to prove that he will do anything to win your heart back. Fluff at the end!

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You sat in your car in a grocery store parking lot at 10:43 PM. It was cold, and rain was pouring down while lightning lit up the night sky. An empty parking lot wasn’t your first choice of where to be on a cold stormy night like this, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go. You lived with Finn…or you did until the fight the two of you just had. You didn’t have anywhere to go.

You reached up and wiped the tears from your cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt as you reached over and picked up your almost dead cell phone from the shotgun seat.

You dialed the only person you could think to call in the middle of the night when you needed something, your mom.

“Hello?” She said. Her voice was sleepy, and you felt bad for waking her up with your call.

“M-mom,“ you mumbled as you tried to stop the tears that continued to fall.

“Y/n? Is everything okay? What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Mom…can I, can I come stay at home tonight?” You asked.

“Of course, honey. Is everything okay?” She asked.

“N-no.” You said.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Do I need to call Finn-?

“No!” You said as you cut her off before she could finish her sentence. “We…we had a fight, and I left.”

“It’s going to be fine, sweetie. Come home. I’ll turn the light on for you, okay?”

“Thank mom.” You said.

“I’m always here for you, baby. I’ll see you soon.” She said.

You drove across town and pulled into the familiar driveway of your childhood hope. Your mom was standing on the porch under the light in her night robe waiting for you. She hurried over to your car and pulled you into her arms as soon as you were out of the car.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetie.” She said as she held you tight.

“Thanks for letting me stay here tonight.” You said.

“You don’t have to thank me, this is what moms do.” She said.

“I promise I’ll leave in the morning-“

“You can stay as long as you need to. There’s no rush for you to leave.” She said.

She kept her arm around you as she led you into the house and up the stairs to your old room.

You immediately crawled under the covers and sighed at how warm they were.

“Do you need anything before I go to sleep?” She asked.

“No. I just want to try to sleep. I’m exhausted.” You said.

“Okay. I’m just down the hall if you need anything.” She said.

“Okay. Thanks again for letting me stay here tonight, mom.” You said.

“Sweetheart this will always be your home. You can come here anytime.” She said.

You tossed and turned all night as you tried to find a comfortable position. The storm continued to rage on outside your window, and all you wanted was to have Finn’s arms around you to keep you safe and warm. But instead of his arms wrapping around you his words from earlier replayed over and over in your head. “Just get out!” He had yelled as he pointed towards the door when he reached his breaking point.

He was frustrated. He felt great, and his shoulder had recovered amazingly. He felt like he was back at 100%. Despite being able to do all the exercises the doctors gave him, he had yet to be released to in-ring competition by WWE doctors. He became more frustrated with every day that passed which left him very short tempered with you. That led to an argument over the trash.

The trash. Who was going to take out the trash was literally the thing that ended your relationship.

You knew it was more than that. You knew it was how distant Finn had been with you for weeks. You knew it was that he barely touched you anymore. He didn’t kiss you when he left for rehab or when he came home. You didn’t have movie nights on the couch anymore. Most nights you were upstairs in bed on your laptop or phone or reading a book while Finn stayed downstairs watching wrestling or playing video games. Half of the time he didn’t even bother coming to bed, he would just pass out on the couch.

You finally fell asleep somewhere between three and four only to wake up at five and not be able to get back to sleep.

You sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched before deciding to go downstairs and watch some TV to try and take your mind off Finn.

You paused on the last step when you saw your parents looking through the glass of the front door at something outside.

“What are you looking at?” You asked.

They both turned around with shocked expressions on their faces.

“Sweetie, you’re awake.” Your mom said.

“Yeah, I couldn’t really sleep.” You said.

“Tell her.” Your dad said as he looked at your mom.

“Tell me what?” You asked.

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell her. She’s upset-“

“Tell me what mom?” You asked.

“Finn’s outside.” Your dad said.

“What? He’s outside? At five o’clock in the morning?” You asked.

“He’s been out there since just after you fell asleep. He won’t leave. Your mom has tried to talk to him. I tried to talk to him. He won’t go. Not until he talks to you.” Your dad said.

“He’s going to get himself sick.” You said.

“We told him that. He doesn’t care. Kid’s a wreck. I’ve never seen him like this.” Your dad said.

“Sweetie, I know you’re hurt, but maybe you should go talk to him. He was mad. You both were. People say things they don’t mean when they are mad.” Your mom said. “Finn still loves you.”

“I don’t think he does, mom. The way he sounded when he told me to get out…he’s never talked to me like that.”

“Honey, he’s been outside in the pouring rain and cold for five hours. He loves you. He wouldn’t still be out there if he didn’t.” Your mom said.

You stepped in between your parents to look through the glass. Sure enough there he was. Soaking wet with his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees sitting on the front step of your parents’ house. No coat. No umbrella. His clothes were completely soaked and sticking to him. The sight broke your heart more than the fight last night had.

“I know you’re upset, but he’s been out there all night. Will you please go talk to him? Poor boy is going to catch pneumonia.” Your dad said.

You sighed but nodded. You reached for the door handle and wrapped your hand around it and paused for a moment. You didn’t know what you were going to say. What could you say to him? Your relationship was too far broken to be fixed. There was no point in saving it.

You slowly opened the front door, and Finn’s head immediately snapped out of his hands. He turned to see who had opened the door. He stood up when he saw that it was you.

“Y/n-“ he began.

“Go home, Finn.” You said. “You’re scaring my parents.”

“I’m not leavin’.” He said.

“I’m not coming back, Finn. I can’t come back.”

“I’m not leavin’ til you do, love.”

“Finn, you wanted me to leave. You were the one that told me to get out.” You said.

“And I regret it. I was mad. I didn’t mean it. I love ya, Y/n. Yer all I want. I want ya ta come home.” He said.

“Finn, I can’t just pretend like you didn’t say what you said.” You said.

“I’m not askin’ you to. I just want a chance. You don’t have ta forgive me right now. Just please come home and give me a chance to show ya that I’m sorry.” He said.

“Finn, I don’t know…”

“I’m begging ya.” He said.

“Finn-“

He didn’t let you finish your sentence. Hee reached out and grabbed your wrists and pulled you into his chest. He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes.

“Please, Y/n. Just give me a chance.” He begged. “You’re all I got. I don’t have wrestling, I need ya. I need ya more than I need to get back into that ring. I need ya more than I need hearin’ the roar of the crowd. I need ya like I need air. I’ve been a wreck since ya left and nothin’ makes sense. My chest hurts. My eyes hurt. All I know is I love ya, and I want ya back.”

You felt tears mixed with rain drops slide down your cheeks at his words.

“Please, just give me a chance, love.” He pleaded.

You hesitated but finally gave in and nodded. The heart wanted what it wanted. As hurt as you were about the argument, you loved Finn more than anything on the planet, and you would do whatever it took to make your relationship work.

Finn’s lips curved into a smile before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood there in the pouring rain kissing the love of your life.

Finn pulled away and smiled before he leaned in and kissed you again. He then started to pepper kisses all over your face.

“I’m so sorry, love.” He said.

“It’s okay Finn.” You said.

“C’mon let’s get ya inside, love. You’re soaked.” He said.

MUSICAL SENTENCE STARTERS.
  • ❝ Uh, do whatever you want, I'm super dead! ❞
  • ❝ You have a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important. ❞
  • ❝ Ring ring, hello? Oh, hold on, it's for you - it's second place. ❞
  • ❝ You know that I ain't bragging. ❞
  • ❝ I'm reading this from Wikipedia, so it has to be true. ❞
  • ❝ Let's hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin' the pot. ❞
  • ❝ I bet I've got til lunch at least before everyone sees I'm a spaz! ❞
  • ❝ I'm not very hungry - just gimme a double Polar Burger with everything and a cherry soda with chocolate ice cream. ❞
  • ❝ Missed your midterms and flunked shampoo! ❞
  • ❝ Hey turn around, bend over, I'll show you where my shoe fits. ❞
  • ❝ Is that unfair? -- Oh wait, I don't care. ❞
  • ❝ The truth is that you're such a dork, you kinda make it cool. ❞
  • ❝ We got more balls than the team we cheer for! ❞
  • ❝ Miss Goody Two Shoes makes me wanna barf. ❞
  • ❝ Even mocking cheerleaders cannot hide the emptiness in my soul. ❞
  • ❝ They're dogs! No! Lower than that, they're fleas on dogs! ❞
  • ❝ I'm a trust fund baby, you can trust me. ❞
  • ❝ The dinosaurs choked on the dust, they died because God said they must. ❞
  • ❝ Happy kitties, sleepy puppies, tiny duckies, sparkly ponies... ❞
  • ❝ My teen angst bullshit has a body count. ❞
  • ❝ Give my love to the leprechauns. ❞
  • ❝ I thought you were a spoiled, rich, uptight little white bitch now I think you're just white. ❞
  • ❝ I am tired of living alone with my cat! ❞
  • ❝ You drink a lot of Red Bull, don't you? ❞
  • ❝ If I get blood on the carpet my mother will kill me. ❞
  • ❝ Some say that I'm a pompous creep - somehow I don't lose that much sleep. ❞
  • ❝ Such a blunder. Sometimes it makes me wonder why I even bring the thunder. ❞
  • ❝ Shakin' at the high school hop. ❞
  • ❝ I've got lots of experience with not fitting in. Do you need some pointers? ❞
  • ❝ Ugh. You've got a left hand, use it. ❞
  • ❝ Showing up here took some guts, time to rip 'em out. ❞
  • ❝ Keep that pelvis far from me! ❞
  • ❝ Thanks, but I don't need voices in my head today. ❞
  • ❝ You don't wanna hear all the horny details. ❞
  • ❝ I gotta go get my asthma spray... ❞
  • ❝ Your perfume smells like your daddy's got money. ❞
  • ❝ Does your mommy know you eat all this crap? ❞
  • ❝ Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply. ❞
  • ❝ Language, honey child, please. ❞
  • ❝ Like a beautiful blonde pineapple. ❞
  • ❝ I don't rat my hair! ❞
  • ❝ My dog speaks more eloquently than thee. ❞
  • ❝ Damn, you're in worse shape than the national debt is in. ❞
  • ❝ You're my last meal on death row. ❞
  • ❝ I've got a big butt, well so what? It's good as any other! ❞
  • ❝ I led a protest march against insensitive cartoons! ❞
  • ❝ Some people are SO touchy. ❞
  • ❝ Mama gave birth to the hand-jive. ❞
  • ❝ It's hot in here and kinda smells like someone wet the bed... ❞
  • ❝ Oh... I wanted to answer the puppy question? ❞
  • ❝ You're absolutely right - should have shot him in the mouth, that would've shut him up. ❞
  • ❝ I haven't slept since 1992. ❞
  • ❝ Malum in se is an action evil in itself. Assault, murder, white shoes after labor day. ❞
  • ❝ You need a cite a more specific grievance. Here's an itemized list of all these years of diagreements. ❞
  • ❝ Donate my car to crippled kids, or to those ghetto moms on crack. ❞
  • ❝ I'm, like, gonna cry - I got tears comin' outta my nose! ❞
  • ❝ Keep your filthy paws off of my silky drawers. ❞
  • ❝ Color me stoked. ❞
  • ❝ Yo, who the f is this? ❞
  • ❝ You've got the best friggin shoes! ❞
  • ❝ Keep it positive as you slap her to the floor! ❞
  • ❝ Come on! Let's go krunkin' in the parking lot! ❞
  • ❝ I've come of age to be a raging castrating bitch! ❞
  • ❝ I'll be Socrates throwing verbal rocks at these mediocrities. ❞
  • ❝ Really stick it to the phallocentric war machine! ❞
  • ❝ Must we all descend into madness? ❞
  • ❝ It's a work of genius. I couldn't undo it if I tried.... and I tried. ❞
  • ❝ Dear God... it's scented. ❞
  • ❝ Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. ❞
  • ❝ So go on, here's my head, just hit it with a rock. ❞
  • ❝ I want a devil in skin tight leather. ❞
  • ❝ You've come so far why now are you pulling on my dick? ❞
  • ❝ You know, for a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure. ❞
  • ❝ You ain't never caught a rabbit. ❞
  • ❝ Honestly, it's kind of draining... ❞
  • ❝ I just did what you wished you could but you don't have the balls. ❞
  • ❝ I'm dazzling! Magnificent! I am the one percent! ❞
  • ❝ Now what I'm going to say may seem indelicate... ❞
  • ❝ I'm gonna French kiss with tongue like I dreamed I'd do - and not just with my pillow! ❞
  • ❝ It's like hearing a ticking sound coming from unmarked packages! ❞
  • ❝ Someone's had their morning coffee... ❞
  • ❝ We're what killed the dinosaurs! ❞
  • ❝ I don't know what you heard, but whatever it is, they started it. ❞
  • ❝ Fine, okay, I'm gay! ❞
  • ❝ You can set my bones and I know CPR. ❞
  • ❝ Immigrants - we get the job done. ❞
  • ❝ Man. What rich, romantic planet are you from? ❞
  • ❝ Whaaaaaaat. ❞
  • ❝ What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending. ❞
  • ❝ Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. ❞
  • ❝ Awesome... wow. ❞
  • ❝ I'm bigger than John Lennon! ❞
  • ❝ I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ❞
  • ❝ If you're going for mediocre, you've done great! ❞
  • ❝ Alright, we can't break out of here, but we sure can break a sweat! ❞
  • ❝ Gotta be going to that malt shop in the sky. ❞
  • ❝ It's got groove! It's got meaning! ❞
  • ❝ When I fight I make the other side panicky! ❞
  • ❝ That is a metro hetero jerk! ❞
  • ❝ Love is like forever this is no time to economize! ❞
  • ❝ Their thinkin' is stinkin' and a little outdated. ❞
  • ❝ I'm probably too cool for you, so friend request denied. ❞
  • ❝ You're on Jiffy Pop detail. ❞
  • ❝ I don't have to always be right - when I'm with you, I just am. ❞
  • ❝ I'm raisin' hell and I'm a felon in a four foot frame. ❞
  • ❝ Guys who wear that get beat up on my street. ❞
  • ❝ It's like making love to you all night, NO WAIT! It feels so much better! ❞
  • ❝ No sleep for you, better chug that Mountain Dew. ❞
  • ❝ All I got was a running nose and Asiatic flu. ❞
  • ❝ You ain't no friend of mine. ❞
  • ❝ We have fought on like, seventy-five different fronts. ❞
  • ❝ I'm not freaking out, I'm really okay, I'm totally chill. ❞
  • ❝ If your Irish boy tires of you, you're allowed to shoot him in the knees. ❞
  • ❝ You ever see somebody ruin their own life? ❞
  • ❝ The more you jump around and scream, the sexier you seem. ❞
  • ❝ Peachy keen, jellybean. ❞
  • ❝ Both your hair and shoes are flat. ❞
  • ❝ Lookin' hot, Cream of Mushroom! ❞
Band Rehersal

Pairing: Blake/Weiss (Monochrome/Checkmate)
Words: 5′364
AU: @dashingicecream‘s RWBY!Rock AU
Content Warnings: NSFW
Summary: A few questions leave Blake stressed out when she thinks of how much she’s changed since leaving The White Fang and her old relationship with Adam and Ilia. Thankfully Weiss is able to sense her friend’s upset and offers a far more exciting way to ease that stress rather than smoke a cigarette.


“AND A ONE, AND A TWO, AND–!”

The concert hall erupted with sound from the huge speakers in each corner of the room. It was two days to go until RWBY’s first performance in this venue, and they needed to be in top form. If they had any hope of making it to one of the bigger music festivals of the continent, they’d need to swamp any competition and impress potential judges. Thankfully the first evening was a guaranteed sell out, that would surely be a big enough hint that they were going in the right direction.

Truth be told, the group was growing in popularity as of late. Smaller venues were grasping at any chance to have the newest sound in, and bigger ones didn’t need much convincing either! Everyone was shocked at how fast their fan base had seemed to be growing, but everyone was equally pleased and proud.

Today was just a practice, but it was all about staying on top form. Even just for a rehearsal, they were all playing their very best. Both Ruby and Weiss were sure as they performed to keep moving around the stage, making things just as interesting to watch as they were to hear. According to their managers, an interaction was always adored by the fans, and thankfully the two were good enough friends that they never disappointed in that regard.

Blake continued to take her subtle approach. She was too focused on playing the correct notes, doing her part in delivering the bass. She knew all too well that singers and guitar players usually got the most attention, so remained in the background so as not to upstage that. It was comfortable for her to stay in the back, safer, but that wasn’t all that was on her mind lately.

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anonymous asked:

I just hope they'll stop using only Victor to show all that gay/shippy stuff. 'Relationship' is two people

oh god yes same, anon, same! given how big part of the museum was dedicated to vitya and the amount of figures they’re releasing, i think they’re giving him most of the lines bc he’s the “fan favourite”? the writers of the event scripts prob think that’s what the fandom wants, and okay yeah it IS really nice to know how much yuuri means to him but….. as you said, relationship is two people :< ♥ please give us more yuuri appreciating vitya! we need it! i need it more than i need air! please!

Search for the Cutest Spook

YEAH, YEAH I’M LATE, I KNOW. But last night was oddly eventful for us! We live at the edge of a river cliff 200 meters away from the road, and we got siX packs of trick-or-treaters last night! The new neighbours have a lil group of kids that know that we only get a few people per year and give out a shitload of candy as a result. I think they spread the word…

BUT I want a Halloween dragon! It was a good year, and my first Halloween I’ve not been in school! Show me anything, I got money to spare. Creepy green swampy ones, black and white skeletal ones, anything! Bonus points if you can hook me up with those new genes as well~

If anyone has a REALLY specific dragon that is close or exact to this:

(Abyss/Carrot/Carrot) I will absolutely shell out for you. If you have a dragon that looks like this, I (once again) will absolutely turn my pockets out. I need this baby Coatl more than I need air to breathe. Genes don’t matter, I can gene them up myself, but good giddy god do I fuckin need that cutie in my lair.

EDIT: I put the colours down as Abyss/Pumpkin/Pumpkin, but its actually Abyss/Carrot/Carrot! Oops

Tim McIlrath on Rise Against and the new album "Wolves".

The darkest moments in history—those when fear and hate trump all else—are the times that define us. As politicians use bigoted rhetoric to gain power at home and abroad, and fringe groups creep from the shadows, it’s tempting to succumb to despair and defeatism. But Rise Against is challenging fans to create a bold new identity together: one that is stronger than these setbacks, and bigger than any election. WOLVES, their 8th studio release, is about recognizing the power within all of us; it’s a primal call for the prey to become the hunters.

“If you are in the wilderness and you hear wolves howling, what you’re hearing might be an animal lost or mourning,” says Rise Against’s Tim McIlrath. “But it doesn’t make you any less afraid. You know they’re there. And you know what this powerful pack of animals is capable of.”

For 18 years, Rise Against has kept its moral compass steady, using their international punk platform to speak out for social justice.

The band cut its teeth during the George W. Bush administration and has released records across three presidencies, but today’s political climate forced the band to step back and rethink how they define themselves.

The record was originally titled “Mourning in America,” but after the U.S. presidential election that rang hollow. It felt somber and hopeless. Members of the band felt those emotions, too, but decided they needed to create an album that focused more on our potential than our failings. They knew it needed teeth and claws. The result is WOLVES, a soundtrack for the hunt.

“In many ways, a Rise Against show is a safe space for our fans,” McIlrath says. “But I realized that I don’t only want to create safe spaces, I want to create dangerous spaces where misogyny can’t exist, where xenophobia can’t exist. I want to create spaces where those sentiments don’t have any air, and they suffocate: where those ideas die. WOLVES isn’t about creating a safe space, it’s about creating a space that’s dangerous for injustice.”

The influence of the U.S. presidential election can clearly be heard in songs like “Walls” (“the monsters lost in history are now making their return”) and “Welcome to the Breakdown” (“ignoring the facts, intoxicated by the throne”). WOLVES is of course shaped by the new presidency, but it’s not limited to it. There is a spirt of resistance and optimism here that transcends our current crisis, and will outlast any politician.

Like all Rise Against records, the band tackles political struggles alongside personal ones, creating songs as complex as their fans. On tracks like “House on Fire” and “Politics of Love,” one can hear echoes of the iconic punk/folk songwriter Billy Bragg in McIlrath’s words; the personal is political, the political is personal, and it’s all rooted in a revolutionary, uncompromising love.

This evolution in Rise Against’s identity came against the backdrop of other changes for the band. For 11 years, they had worked closely with producer Bill Stevenson, of the Descendents and Black Flag fame. With Descendents on tour and Stevenson tied up, Rise Against stepped out of their comfort zone and began working with Nick Raskulinecz, the Grammy-winning producer who has partnered with Foo Fighters, Alice in Chains, and Deftones.

Recording with Raskulinecz meant moving to Nashville, Tennessee—far from the band’s familiar worlds of Chicago and Los Angeles, and a firmly red state where Rise Against has rarely played. Political yard signs and conversations around town were constant reminders to the band that they were in new territory. And even though Nashville is a music town, it’s country—not punk or hardcore. During the band’s five months in the area, these outsider feelings shaped the identity of WOLVES.

Living in the South transformed the record in some unexpected ways. “As people on the news are arguing about immigration and class warfare, we are driving down the highway and seeing Civil War battlefields and monuments,” McIlrath says. “When you tour these battlefields, you hear about what kind of muskets they used. But shouldn’t we be talking about what got us to that point as a country?”

As further evidence of the geographic influence on the record, it’s comprised not just of anthems of resistance, but also reconciliation. Living in Nashville drove home that we can’t just focus on our differences, McIlrath says. If we can stop and talk to each other, face to face, we might realize our common ground. We are all wolves in the same pack, circling at the gates.

“They say we’re divided, we are conquered,” McIlrath sings. “But our enemies have never been each other.”

Remember (20 Different Pairings #11- Cas x Meg x reader)

Summary: You have amnesia. Cas (with Meg’s help) tries to help you remember.

Word Count: 2900

Warning: smutty smut, amnesia, threesome

A/N: Still loving the chance to write all these characters I’ve never written before! Hope you enjoy it!

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People, please stop blaming the strobe-light sex on the show being aired at 8pm on American network television. They can– and do– show a lot more than that at 8pm without “blacking it out” like that. That was an “artistic choice” made by MG in the editing room. I have no idea why. If we can handle the insane violence they dish up, we can handle kissing and some bare shoulders, ferfuckssake.

I DEMAND NON-BLACKED-OUT REUNION SEX. I NEED I-KNOW-YOUR-BODY-BETTER-THAN-I-KNOW-MY-OWN SEX. I NEED POST-COITAL I JUST NEED TO HOLD YOU AND LOOK AT YOU AND KNOW YOU ARE MINE MOMENTS. THEY CAN BE UNDER THE SHEET, WE DON’T NEED TO PISS OFF THE FCC. BUT I NEED TO SEE JELLER SEX WITHOUT INDUCING A FREAKING SEIZURE.

Goddammit. After 2+ years of angst, is that so much to ask???

Confidence is Key

 Rating: K+ (for a swear word, oh my!)

Word Count: 1100

Request:  This is a lot to ask, but could you possibly write one where the reader acts like all confident and dresses quite sexy, and also has a plum coloured hair, so everyone expects that she has had a lot of relationships and stuff, but in the meantime she has never had any relationships and has a quite low self esteem, but she admits that she has never had any relationships, and reid gets like some confidence boost and goes to her. i love your work and this would really cheer me up, but no pressure.

A/N: I didn’t specifically use plum hair, I hope that’s okay. Again, I want to make things as applicable as possible to everyone, but I did say it’s unconventional, and everything else is in there. I hope this cheers you up, honey. :)

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Precious Ten

One day at the beach, I looked back and saw my sister Lisa and my brother Nicky running into the water, laughing. As I started my walk down the beach, my heart was overcome by love for them and my other siblings. As I wrote this poem, I cried my eyes out, feeling a love deeper than any I have ever known.

To Michael, Christina, Lisa, Amy, Alex, Lauren, Dani, Christian, Nick and Joey:


I am blessed beyond measure
With ten of the best people on this planet
As my siblings
Ten of the most genuine, funny, smart, beautiful souls
All abiding under one roof
Their personalities so different
All infinitely stunning
A priceless mosaic of
Quiet, beautiful depth
Strong, fiery passion
Silly, smiley, bouncing-off-the-walls joy
And loyal, loving calm

They are peacemakers and fire starters
They are stubborn and they are clever
They make me laugh like a child
Stomach sore, smile aching
They make me cry like the sentimental sap that I am
At their words and their stories and their brave vulnerabilities revealed

I have shown them exactly who I am
And they have accepted me
They have been brutally honest
They have shown me where I need to grow most
They have blown me away with their unique brilliance and their perfect beauty


And I know it like I know that I need air in my lungs to survive
That God hand-selected His best and His brightest
To stand beside me;
An overwhelming gift,
One that I will never deserve


I have never loved any one or anything more than these ten
I wish I could give them more than the meager little bits of love
From a heart that is mostly so selfish and so distracted


How did God make you all so beautiful?
And why did He allow me to call you mine forever?

There is nothing I treasure more
Than my precious ten-
The most perfect gift,
My unshakable foundation
My favorite people on this planet
My team, my best friends
My pack, my clan
My home.

Some more (less-than-sober) thoughts about Civil War...

Re: People upset or complaining about ‘lack of intimacy’ between Steve and Bucky

Bucky may be very touch-adverse right now.  I know we all want to see them all lovey dovey and stuff but in reality Bucky looks like he’s barely hanging on.  Steve also doesn’t know the full extent of what Bucky remembers; and ‘remembering’ the events of something doesn’t necessarily mean you remember the feelings. 

Steve doesn’t know if Bucky remembers their friendship.  He doesn’t know how appropriate showing direct intimacy - like hugging, forehead-kissing, or a whole number of amazing touches I would have loved to seen in Civil War - would comfort Bucky or make him feel uncomfortable.  

Bucky doesn’t exactly give off vibes of wanting that kind of attention, either.  He’s flighty, scared, jittery.  The poor guy probably NEEDS a hug and a warm bath more than I need air to breathe, but he certainly isn’t telegraphing that in his body language.

Basically, the whole situation in CivilWar is way too volatile to accurately gauge  what level of intimacy would be appropriate for each other.  They both probably need so much therapy guys.  They are all disasters.