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Day 6: Protect!!
He doesn’t like being protected….

Kiribaku week is almost over D: What are we gonna do with our lives?!?!!

@kiribakuweek2k17


Cheers,
~Joy

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remember the white dress i wore all through that film? george came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: “you can’t wear a bra under that dress.”

“ok, i’ll bite,” i said. “why?” and he said: “because… there’s no underwear in space.”

he said it with such conviction. like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties anywhere.

he explained. “you go into space and you become weightless. then your body expands but your bra doesn’t, so you get strangled by your own underwear.”

i think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. i tell my younger friends that no matter how i go, i want it reported that i drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

rest in peace, carrie fisher (october 21st, 1956 - december 27th, 2016)

anonymous asked:

i don't like the discourse because it makes me sad so do u have any favorite tim & jason brotherly headcanons? or any fave headcanons in general?

  • tim deals with his problems by pretending he doesnt have any
  • he wont sleep for a few days straight and somewhere during those days, he’ll lie down for what was supposed to be a quick cat nap only to conk out for a solid 24 hours
  • keeps himself entertained at galas by making up stories abt the guests with Stephanie or Cass
    “see the dude with the beady eyes? this is the first time he’s looked away from his computer screen in a week, it’s why his eyes are all sunken like that. he cries every time he looses a game.”
  • constantly has earbuds in his ears, even if he doesnt have music playing
  • “what? you need my help? well, buddy. remember june 23rd, at 4:53 when i called and asked for a hand, and you ignored me? yeah well i remember. call back later when im done being petty”
  • tim actually needs glasses but hates wearing them. he likes contacts. one time a contact popped out during a meeting so he was like, half blind and was too embarrassed to explain to everyone why he was reading the memos with one eye closed

    Tim and Jason:
  • tim has been forced to pay jason a monthly rent bc of his habit of breaking into his safehouses and pilfering his junkfood stashes. 
  • Jason took all tim’s supplement/pill bottles and relabeled them with stuff like “bitch pill: take two a day to avoid problematic behavior” 
  • they do face masks together on a weekly basis
    “here jason this one says it’s good for erasing flaws! say goodbye to your entire face”
  • they’re somehow really good at knowing when the other needs help. there’s an unspoken rule that they’ll check up on each other at least twice a week. safehouse locations are shared and they’ve lost count of the amount of times one has crawled into the other’s house, bleeding and bruised, too far from the manor to get medical help from alfred

{Here.}

It’s an experiment in limitations, unofficially titled how drunk is too drunk for a person who doesn’t do the drunk thing. The mistake had been in thinking that a few extra drinks would do nothing more than loosen a few of Neil’s strings. Andrew had forgotten to consider the unfortunate side effect, that alcohol amplifies natural tendencies, and so as soon as Neil hits one too many, he takes the opportunity to thoroughly roast all of his teammates (with the exception of Andrew, who spends the evening braced for it anyway).

The non-monsters plus Nicky (and baby Foxes, whose existence Andrew ignores on principal) only egg him on, while Neil remains oblivious to the fact that they’re exceedingly entertained and not mortally wounded, like he intends. It’s a mess that Andrew watches silently from the kitchen, carefully nursing his own drink, while making sure Neil doesn’t do or say anything irreversibly stupid, or there would be additional messes for Andrew to clean in the morning.

It’s all well and good, fun and games, no one quite loses an eye, but Neil trips over a chair leg on his merry way to assault Kevin and goes sprawling on the carpet instead, amid a laughing (but concerned) chorus of fellow drunkards.

“Ow.”

Baby.

Neil rolls onto his back and claps a hand to his forehead, even though it was not his head that he hit, but most everything else.

Relinquishing the stormy hold he has on the empty kitchen, Andrew crosses the living room to loom over Neil, unimpressed and ignoring the triumphant cheers and disappointed groans as money exchanges hands behind them. (The game: how badly will Neil’s first drunken adventure end? Provide examples. Nicky whines, “Twenty bucks on Kevin bitch slapping him. So close. Damn chair. You rigged it, Allison, you put that there.” She did not.)

Neil looks up at him through his fingers and with unfocused eyes, but he smiles brilliantly. Andrew considers wiping it off of his face with his foot, but then Neil says, practically sings, “Andrew.”

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EDIT: Please be aware this is not my usual content!!! It was a one off photo my dad took while we were on holiday that started spreading. DO NOT FOLLOW ME EXPECTING MORE FLUFFY COWS OR CUTE THINGS!!! I AM A FANDOM TRASH BLOG. SORRY.

So, I realised I never posted any photos from when I went to Scotland a few months back now. I started going through my pictures, and I found this.

LOOK AT HOW CUTE AND FLUFFY AND ADORABLE THE BABY COOS ARE OMG I WANT TO CUDDLE ONE ;w;

Highland cows are best cows <3