i'll try to message some of you later but this is the best i can do for now!!!!

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Strap in nerds because have i got a long post ahead for you

So me and @sassycsap​ (bless her soul. she’s like my first friend here) talked about the nyoom nyoom post with how Rich would totally cart Jake around in a wheel chair like madmen on a chariot race because Rich is a Fast Boy™ and somehow we accidentally gave birth to this beautiful thing called the *drum rooooolll*

BMC Incredibles AU

So here’s each of the Characters

  • Rich is Dash (super speed) u can’t argue with me. have u seen the nyoom nyoom post
  • Jake is violet (invisibility and force fields)
  • Michael is Frozone ya’ll (Ice powers)
  • Jeremy is Bob (Super strength)
  • Christine is Helen (Elastic Body) (because we’ve all universally accepted that she’s the Mom of the Gang)
  • Jenna is Jack-Jack (this guy has a lot of powers that I’m too lazy to type in)
  • Chloe is Edna (She makes the costumes!!!!)
  • Brooke is Mirage (That really pretty girl who’s a spy)(don’t worry, we we’re made her good)
  • Squip is Syndrome (Bad Guy™)

=(The HCs are under the Cut so I’ll spare u the mess)=

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prettyboydean  asked:

HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST ONE (1) FIC PLEASE, IT GOES LIKE THIS: Your window was open and you live across from me so I saw and heard you in your underwear, singing and dancing ridiculously and I really wanna get to know you cause you’re pretty hot and I might have a crush on you. - with Destiel obvs 💙

I hope you like Moana, I’m a huge fan of Disney-enthusiast!dean okay… this turned out pretty random and weird I maybe need more sleep


When finals are close, Castiel likes to spend his free weekends in his room, studying. There’s nothing else he does except for the necessary things like groceries and dinner, and trying to get Gabriel out of his room. He uses all the silence he can get to concentrate, and his family lets him.

He is in one of his study sessions, books and notes spread out all over his desk when a sudden sound makes him jump up. At first, he thinks it’s Gabriel listening to music again, but he soon realizes that can’t be. First of all, it’s coming from outside Castiel’s window and not from the hallway. Secondly, Gabriel doesn’t listen to Disney songs.

Castiel puts his pen down. It doesn’t make sense, but he’s sure it’s a song from that movie his little sister Anna likes to watch. That new one, Moana.

He pushes himself away from his desk and gets over to his window.

Across from him is Dean Winchester’s room- Castiel can’t say he doesn’t know. He’s been trying to sneak a glimpse of the guy for as long as he can remember. Now his curtains are wide open and so is his window. Castiel looks again and almost dives away when Dean suddenly appears, but he doesn’t see Cas. He’s dancing through his room, arms widely spread and jumping onto his bed and down to the floor, singing along to the lyrics Castiel only vaguely knows.

The worst (or best) part is that he’s only wearing boxers.

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look into your eyes

Summary: Five times Yuri Plisetsky’s eyes had left Otabek helpless, even if he didn’t know it at first. (word count: 2303)


1. and the sky’s the limit

He did not have the natural talent, nor did he have a lot of resources. Compared to the others, the ones with so much more, he was nothing. It felt easy to just give up, leave Russia, and forget about his dream of becoming an ice skater and making his country proud.

And honestly, he was about to do exactly that. Not only was he stuck with students 2-3 years younger than he was, he still keeps getting scolded for not being able to do what they could.

All those thoughts were erased from him when he looks up and sees a boy - probably ten or eleven, at most - do the exercise perfectly, lifting his leg and pointing his toes exactly as the instructor had told. But it wasn’t that that had captivated him.

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Indefinite Hiatus;

I’m sure some people have noticed that I haven’t been around lately again, and I wanted to further explain myself before going on an indefinite hiatus. Please bear with me, as I don’t know if this will come off as me venting or ranting, but I feel this is all stuff I need to say and want to get across to everyone.

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fullmetaldude1  asked:

Your Autistic/Galra!Keith and Autistic!Pidge headcannons and facts are awesome and make me feel so valid, pretty please hit us up with more some time soon! Sincerely from, a fellow Autistic individual.

First of all, thanks! You’re so sweet. :D Second, I mean, I’m never gonna say no to more autistic Keith and Pidge. ;) Especially since I’ve been meaning to do a Keith<>Pidge interaction post for a long time and just kept putting it off because fanfic. And oh look it got pushed back even farther because of even more fic whoops.

[original autistic Keith and Pidge meta]
[autistic Galra!Keith series]

As usual, this got super long, so most of it’s going behind a cut. Click through for the early stages of friendship, lowkey hangouts, ‘friends who stim together complain about social norms together,’ and conspiracies.

Early Relationship

  • So here’s the thing: Keith and Pidge aren’t initially drawn to each other for casual social things. (Because, I mean. Neither of them is the ‘casual social things’ type. Pidge would rather be working on robots or programming, and if Keith isn’t on the training deck, he’s probably in his room because he doesn’t know how to friends.)
  • So outside of Team Voltron stuff, they don’t really cross paths. (When they do it’s usually because one of them is looking for Shiro and finds him with the other.)
  • Pidge starts training by themself against the Gladiator. They know they’re not that great at physical combat, especially considering their bayard is most useful as a close-to-mid-range weapon.
  • Sometimes they train with Lance or Hunk (since Pidge is most comfortable with them), very rarely with Allura (because Lance and Hunk are both ranged fighters). They generally avoid training with Shiro, because Shiro can’t make himself go all out against Pidge—they remind him too much of Matt, and how he attacked Matt the first day in the Arena.
  • Thing is Pidge isn’t progressing very far on their own. Sure, training against a robot can make you stronger, build your endurance, maybe help you figure out a few tricks, but it’s not really gonna help you with technique.
  • Eventually Pidge works up the courage to ask Keith to help them train. (And like. It takes a lot of working up, because Keith is that awkward place between stranger and good friend where Pidge doesn’t want to bother him and doesn’t know him well enough to know if he will be bothered by this.)
  • Pidge asks, and Keith just shrugs and says sure.
  • (Of course it’s that easy, Pidge thinks. It’s Keith, training is basically his life. He’s probably thrilled Pidge is taking the war more seriously.)
  • ((Meanwhile Keith is internally freaking out because, sure, he agreed to teach Pidge because he didn’t have any reason to say no, but about twenty minutes later he realized… he doesn’t know the first thing about teaching somebody how to fight.))

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Sapphic Story Time

I really need to get this off my chest, so here’s a story for y’all:

Basically, a few Saturday’s ago I went to a sports social at my university. I went with a friend who was in the team last year so she was able to introduce me to everyone and I really wanted in on the squad (I’m awful at the sport, but I love to watch women’s teams play.) So, I walk into the room where the social is being held and my eyes instantly fall on this insanely gorgeous girl. 

The girl, let’s call her C, turned out to be the social sec and literally the most loveliest, gorgeous person ever. So, the night goes on and I start to develop a crush on this girl - I’m trying to catch her eye and offering to help out whenever I can, but I don’t really get to interact with her much. 

On my walk home with my friend, I tell her how I thought this girl was insanely attractive and asked her if she knew whether she was into girls, or what the situation was. My friend said she had no idea and that she and some other girls had been trying to figure it out all year, but C never got with people in clubs or spoke about herself.

At this point, I kind of resign myself to harbouring this crush in secret, seeing as C clearly isn’t comfortable about her sexuality, or doesn’t know, or is straight. So, I go home and have a cheeky scroll through her Facebook to see if there’s any clues that might let me know if she’s straight or not. I’m still unsure, but my crush is snowballing massively.

Then, a couple of weeks later there’s another social, this time at a club, and so I pre-pre with my friends and then pre with the entire squad. Unfortunately, because I was a sports fresher, I was forced to partake in fresher initiations (even though I’m not even a fresher, plus I took a gap year, so I’m older than most returners too…) Me being me, already tipsy and cocky af, I end up having to down A LOT and I’m slaughtered before I even get to the club. C is at pre’s and I go with the eye contact thing again and smiling etc.

So, we get to the club and for about an hour I’m just with my friends, or in the smoking area, then, I see C walk past me in the club and my friend goes, “I dare you to talk to her.” Now, as previously explained, I am a cocky drunk and so of course I wasn’t going to turn down this dare.

I walk up to C, lean into her ear and say something along the lines of, “You’re so gorgeous, are you straight, or…?” To which she gets insanely flustered and I’m just standing there with my questioning brow on. 

Now, five minutes later, somehow - I briefly remember being led by C - we end up in a toilet cubicle, just C and I, and I’m like, “I just told you I have a massive crush on you, should I leave? Because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m not about that. I don’t want to make you feel trapped in here with me or anything.” So, I’m keeping as much distance between us as possible.

Now, C is all, “No, it’s fine. It’s fine.” And I’m all, “No, seriously, you know I have a crush on you and so this is weird now, right?” And she’s all, “No, it’s fine.” So I’m all, “But if you’re straight this is really weird?” And C’s all, “I’m not… Straight.” So, me being me, raises a single eyebrow and assess’ the situation for a second and then says, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

I want to point out that I was still maintaining my distance because I was TERRIFIED she would feel like I’d cornered her or something (I don’t even know how I ended up in the toilet cubicle, but I’m pretty sure she had a hand in it.)

So, to my question, C just gives me this little flirty look and I’m like… So, I stepped forward (I had my back to the wall) and kissed her. Like, guys, this kiss was life changing. Urgh. 

We made out for like, five minutes, just some good ol’ fashion kissing, nothing too intense. Then I pull away and I’m looking into her INSANELY BEAUTIFUL eyes and I’m just like, God, this is the best night of my life. (I didn’t say that out loud.)

Right, so then, we somehow end up tangled together on the floor of the loo (ew, right?) And we’re chatting for maybe half an hour or something, then she vomits a bunch of times (food poisoning I later found out) but I’m chivalrous af and also not grossed out by anything, so I stay and rub her neck and back and comfort her. I also tell her how insanely gorgeous she is, like, on repeat, and how I’d had a crush on her from first look.

We’ve been in the cubicle for about an hour now, and people outside are getting mad, so once she’s deemed herself ready, I’m like, “I should take you home…” So, we leave the club, just us (bear in mind we only met properly, like, an hour and a half ago) and she says she wants to go get food. So, we go to McDonald’s and she gets some food, and we sit-in whilst she eats, just chatting etc.

Then I walk her back to her house which is pretty far from both my house, and the club, but I’m drunk and I’d just made out with the most beautiful woman alive, so I was 10/10 ready for the adventure.

So, we get to the end of her driveway and I’m all, “Okay, inside you go.” And this girl just stands there, like, “Nope, now I’m going to walk you home.” This took me aback because there was legitimately no reason for her to do that. By this point I’d already told her I had a massive crush on her and that I’d perused her Facebook to see if she was straight, so clearly I had a justified reason to walk her home, but she had no reason to give a shit about me?!!?!

I was super confused and strolled up her driveway to sit outside her front door, essentially forcing her to join me. Then I try and get her into her house (she wouldn’t go). Eventually, I acquiesce. In my drunk mind I then decide the only way to get out of this situation is to SPRINT away from her as fast as I possibly can, down her driveway and up the street. 

But, alas, I reach the end of the street and realise I have no clue where I’m going. So, I duck down behind a sign and whip out my trusty Google Maps. Suddenly, I hear footsteps running my way and I know I’m busted… She rounds the corner, looks down at me and goes, “You ran away?! Who runs away?”

Then, she insists on walking halfway home with me, which in a sober state should only be five minutes walk. I think it took us twenty or so minutes and a lot of that was spent with me begging her to go home and trying to figure out her justification for even walking with me. 

So, we eventually get halfway and I turn and say, “This is it then.” And she’s like, “Yep.” So then I step forward and kiss her on the cheek because I’m not presumptuous, and wait until she’s walked out of my sight before I walk home myself. (It was terrifying, I thought clowns were going to get me.)

When we get home we exchange a couple of messages to let each other know we got home safe and then I sleep.

The next day I was hanging SO HARD and spent the entire day trying not to throw up, but I managed to ask her (via messenger) if she wanted to go for a sober coffee at some point and she said that she was trying to figure herself out (sexuality wise) and she hoped that was cool.

So, that’s the story of how I met, kissed and sprinted away from the person I’m hardcore crushing on. My heart is a little bit broken because I totally understand she needs to figure herself out first, and that’s nothing to do with me, but now I know what kissing her is like and it’s not just a crush, it’s like solidified, and the rejection hurts more this way, I reckon.

Hello, Beautiful (text messaging) [SaiIno]
  • Setting: Around the time cellular phones became a thing in the Narutoverse, right around the time Sai and Ino started dating.
  • ---
  • *after their first date*
  • Conversation Started: 6:45 p.m.
  • Sai: Hello, beautiful (*¯ ³¯*)♡...
  • Ino: Hi. Who's this?
  • Sai: Who else would it be? ♡♡
  • Ino: Could be anyone, really. ╮( ̄_ ̄)╭
  • Sai: Anyone?(O_O;)
  • Sai: Fine, if anyone can call you beautiful, then I'll call you Miss Beautiful.
  • Sai: So, do you now know who it is?
  • Ino: Sai?
  • Sai: Yay~! You got it right.ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ
  • Ino: Imagining you saying that with a blank face is kinda scary.
  • Sai: Whaaaat? How am I scary? ;---;
  • Ino: Haha. Never mind that.
  • Ino: So...what's up? ヾ(*'▽'*) Why'd you text?
  • Sai: Wait, you need a reason to text somebody? (•ิ_•ิ)?
  • Ino: Well, that's usually how it is.
  • Sai: Oh...
  • Sai: Well, I really don't have any reason, so...sorry for disturbing. (╥_╥)
  • Ino: Wait! It's fine! Don't go...
  • Sai: But I thought you said you needed a reason to text somebody.
  • Ino: Hey, hey, that's not entirely true...you could text someone just because you wanted to talk to them.
  • Sai: Oh...then I guess I do have a reason, after all.
  • Ino: Hm, what might that be?
  • Sai: I wanna talk to you. Is that a bad thing?
  • Ino: No, not at all. I wanted to talk to you too, but I forgot that I didn't have your number.
  • Ino: So I'm glad you texted.
  • Sai: What are you up to?
  • Ino: Not much, I'm just tending to the flower shop. I still get customers as late as 9:00, and I don't have anything to do.
  • Ino: What about you?
  • Sai: Need help with that?
  • Sai: Nothing, really. I'm just practicing a few sketches.
  • Ino: I'm fine, but I'll probably be needing help next week. A wedding's coming up. (╯_╰) What are you sketching?
  • Sai: I can help you if you like. Just a few...things.
  • (He's actually trying to draw her from the top of his head, which he didn't really find difficult at all)
  • Ino: Thank you! I really appreciate it!
  • Sai: No problem. If anything, I should probably thank you.
  • Ino: Why?
  • Sai: You know, for what you did back there...and for earlier. I had a lot of fun.
  • Ino: Don't worry about it! I hope I wasn't talking too much back there. (╯︵╰,) You seemed a little quiet.
  • Sai: I did? No way. I actually said a lot of things.
  • Ino: Ah, I guess ours standards are different. ( ̄▽ ̄)
  • Sai: I enjoyed listening to you talk. But if it troubles you, I'll try my best to speak up a little more. (>_<)
  • Ino: Ah, don't worry. I'm not trying to pressure you or anything.
  • Ino: I just thought that you were uninterested. (;;;*_*)
  • Sai: Uninterested? Why would I be uninterested?
  • Sai: I wouldn't have asked you out if I was uninterested in hearing what you had to say. ( ´ ▽ ` )
  • Ino: Is that so? ( ̄▽ ̄)
  • Sai: Yup. Besides, I know how much of a loudmouth you can be. ☆ ~('▽'人)
  • Ino: Eh? Did you just call me a loudmouth? (╬ Ò﹏Ó)
  • Sai: Hahaha, I'm sorry about that. (シ_ _)シ
  • Ino: Hmpf.
  • Sai: Come on, why don't we just hug it out?
  • Sai: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • Sai: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • Sai: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • Sai: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • Sai: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • Ino: Fine, fine. Just stop sending those huggy things.
  • Sai: But I like hugs.
  • Ino: Sigh. And I thought you were the quiet and cool type.
  • Sai: Wait...you don't like me anymore? (个_个)
  • Ino: No, that's not it.
  • Ino: I still like you, even though you text like a twelve-year-old.
  • Sai: How?
  • Ino: You keep using these little face thingies.
  • Sai: But you've been using them too, haven't you?
  • Ino: I know. Hahaha. So I guess we're both at fault here.
  • Sai: Heh. We're on the same team now.
  • Sai: Are you still tending to the flower shop?
  • Ino: Yeah. Sorry my reply's a little late. A customer just came in. He wanted to find the perfect flowers for an apology to his wife.
  • Sai: Huh? Flowers...for an apology? By the way, am I bothering you?
  • Ino: No, you aren't. :) Yeah. Every flower has a different meaning.
  • Ino: It's the language of flowers.
  • Sai: Hmm...so what did you recommend?
  • Ino: Carnations. Pink ones, with some white ones. He was so tired from work that he forgot their afternoon date.
  • Sai: What do they mean?
  • Ino: Carnations symbolize devoted love. Pink ones mean that he'll never forget his wife again, and white ones mean that he'll remember her forever.
  • Sai: Oh, that's interesting.
  • Sai: You're constantly surrounded by flowers, aren't you? I think giving you flowers as a present will be difficult.
  • Sai: But I hope I don't relay the wrong message.
  • Ino: Why? What message would you like to relay to me?
  • Sai: Well...
  • Sai: Romantic love?
  • Ino: ROMANTIC LOVE?!
  • Sai: Why? Is that wrong?
  • Ino: No, definitely not...I'm just a little surprised.
  • Sai: Why? Do you dislike me?
  • Ino: No! Why are you asking me all these difficult questions? (ಥ﹏ಥ)
  • Sai: Heh...sorry.
  • Sai: Anyway, isn't it getting a little late?
  • Ino: Nah, it's still a little early.
  • Sai: Want me to come over and walk you home?
  • Ino: Ha? Why would you do that? I'm totally fine.
  • Sai: I'm just worried.
  • Ino: The streets are safe, remember? I'll be fine. No worries, no worries.
  • Sai: But still. You never know if you end up running into a violent, drunk person or a thief...
  • Ino: Fine, fine. I'll be going home soon then.
  • Sai: Please let me know when you're home...or if you run into trouble.
  • Ino: Alright. <( ̄︶ ̄)>
  • Sai: Oh, Ino...
  • Ino: Hm?
  • Sai: Would you...
  • Sai: Would you like to go out on another date next time?
  • Ino: Are you kidding me?
  • Ino: I'd love to go!
  • Ino: So, where are we going?
  • Sai: I honestly haven't thought about that yet, but I'll come up with something.
  • Ino: Alright. I'll trust you with that! (・ω<)☆
  • Ino: Anyway, I don't think any customers are coming in anymore, so I'll close shop right now.
  • Sai: Alright!
  • ----five minutes later----
  • Ino: Are you...standing outside right now?
  • Sai: Wait...that's your flower shop? I never would've guessed!
  • Ino: It's called 'Yamanaka Florists.' How is that not obvious?
  • Sai: I can't lie to you, can I? (╥﹏╥)
  • Sai: I'm just worried about you. Let me walk you home...please.
  • Ino: Fine. Why don't you come inside? It's freezing outside.
  • Sai: Alright.
  • Sai: Hey, why don't we grab something to eat?
  • Ino: Sounds fine to me. Now, get in here before you freeze to death!
  • Sai: Oh...you're worried about me~
  • Ino: Idiot.

As a studyblr I have received more than one ask about how to study math. Since it is one of the most misunderstood subjects out there, I thought it would be nice to write a guide to share my study method for the subject. I hope you guys find that useful!

Most people agree that you should read the material beforehand for every class. The same works with math! It’s even more important with this subject because if you read the material before class, you can find out what are the topics that you need to know in order to understand the one you are going to deal with. Don’t be afraid to spend too much time learning a topic you should already know! Math is all about knowledge built over previous knowledge, so make sure to focus on the basis: basic topics and basic exercises are the most important part!

Now you will probably understand your class better, which will a be very motivational situation because you will get rid of that “I can’t understand math for shit” feeling. This feeling is mostly caused not by not understanding something, but by not having the necessary previous knowledge, so now that you have that knowledge you will understand most things and it will be easier to pay attention.

If you don’t understand something, ask right away!!!!!!!! You probably won’t understand anything else if you get lost in the way!!!

In class you should pay especial attention to how your teacher solves problems. When note taking, focus on that, rather than just writing down formulas and definitions. Here is an example of how I take notes in math class:

Key: black is for the actual solving of the problem, blue for the things my teacher said when he was solving the exercise, red is for questions I asked the teacher and their answer.

Notice how much attention I pay to the exercises done in class? That’s because they are extremely important. Try to get as much examples of how to solve exercises as you can.

(Bonus tip: don’t rely on your memory. Don’t think “I’ll probably remember what they did here”. You probably won’t. Write that information on your notebook.)

Now the studying at home part! Yay! So exciting! Can’t wait! (Ok that was probably too much but understanding everything in class will actually give you some more motivation to study)

Divide your studying in two parts:

1. The part in which you study the formulas and definitions from your textbook.

Make some flash cards with the information and look at these flash cards in part 2. This is the best way to internalize the information instead of just remember it.

2. The part in which you do your own math. (After part 2 you will feel so motivated that you could actually start *liking* math. Scary, huh?)

Gather all the solved examples you can find. The very detailed ones you have from class are great, maybe they will be enough but it’s good to have some more. If there are none, you can find some good things on the Internet (Khan Academy, for example, has a SAT math section!). Then start doing some exercises. Start from the easy ones. If you are stuck somewhere in the resolution, look at the examples. See what people do when they are solving similar exercises.

Now, it’s important to spend some time in this step. Don’t jump to the hard exercises yet, practice a lot with the easy ones. Don’t just solve them, though. When working on this exercises, pay attention to the steps of the resolution, write down the formulas whenever you need to use them, try to find things that fit your definitions (that’s why you will need the flashcards you made in part 1). Also, mark things that you don’t understand and find someone to help you (it may be a teacher, a friend, or you can even send me a message and I’ll try to help).

In this step you will realize that you can do with your exercise the same things your teacher did with the examples. Yay!! You can do math after all!

You should stay in step 4 for as long as that topic is being covered in class. That’s when you start doing harder exercises. Some important things to remember are:

  • Some people like to do a certain number of exercises everyday. It’s great for people that have it especially hard with math, but if you choose to do this, set a realistic amount of work per day. If you try to do too much exercises you will end up tired and unmotivated.
  • You don’t need to write the name whenever you find something that fits the definitions, but it’s important to keep the definitions in mind.
  • If you find an exercise that is too hard, it’s ok to jump to the next one. Working on an exercise for a lot of time to get nothing leads to the “I can’t do math” feeling, which is something we are trying to avoid. Ask someone about that exercise later, then try to solve it using their help. See? You may need help but you can do math!
  • Whenever you need a formula, don’t just put the values on it. Write it down first to help you remember the formula.
  • There is nothing wrong with needing to do some more basic exercises. In math, it’s important to master the basic part before tackling the more advanced things.
  • If you find out that you have a problem with previous topics, go revise that topic. This is not a waste of time, it’s really important.

That’s it, guys! Remember to build a good basis for your knowledge and keep in mind: You can do math!

[Masterpost of growing up!hidekane headcanons]
  • Hide’s calligraphy in third grade used to be a messy scrawl Kaneki always reprimanded him for, so Hide always used it as an excuse not to take notes and just use Kaneki’s because they were neat and thorough. Kaneki would blush and only give his consent when Hide claimed he couldn’t make sense of his own.
  • Hide’s always had an excellent memory and has never felt the need to really take notes, but Kaneki’s bullies didn’t need to know that.
  • When they went through puberty, Kaneki’s voice was the first to change. Hide would affectionately make fun of the moments Ken would still let out high-pitched sounds just to mess with him, but would abruptly stop when his own voice started to change.
  • Hide always told Kaneki to just bring over a bag with some clothes and basic necessities since he often ended up staying the night or even showed up unannounced when things with his aunt got bad. Kaneki always refused because he didn’t want it to become a habit and felt like he was burdening Hide.
  • The first thing Hide then bought was a toothbrush. The second, a pajamas that fitted Kaneki, because his were too wide on the shoulders and Ken was always cold even without unnecessary loose fabric. A lot followed, one at a time so he wouldn’t pick up on it. Kaneki never noticed.
  • One year they risked being placed in different sections because Kaneki’s grades dropped after his aunt made him do tons of housework as a punishment for scoring a better result than her son in school tests.
  • Kaneki only told Hide this after he worked hard to have them go back to normal. Hide was his motivation.
  • Kaneki is really good at drawing but he never seriously tried to improve despite Hide’s claims that you don’t even need to pull a Picasso to make a small fortune, ‘Neki!
  • Hide snores like a truck. Kaneki usually shushes him by pinching his nose for ten seconds and giving him a dirty look as Hide proceeds to sleep as if nothing happened. It always works.
  • Kaneki once drew Hide for an assignment them both had to do. Hide hung up the drawing on his wall and left it there for years.
  • He only put it down after Kaneki claimed he would make him another one. He never did and always dodged Hide’s questions as to when will you draw it eh Kaaaa-neeee-kiiiiiii? My wall is lonely!
  • Hide hung it back on after Kaneki left him. He needed a reminder that Kaneki still loved him.
  • Hide would sometimes guilt trip Kaneki into watching anime with him after long afternoons spent dozing off on his shoulder in a bookstore.
  • Kaneki wouldn’t admit it, but he quite liked Evangelion. He secretly bought the manga afterwards.
  • Hide knows anyway.
  • Kaneki once forgot a book at Hide’s, Hide didn’t notice and Kaneki despaired because he couldn’t find it. Hide helped him turning his apartment upside down in order to find it. Then that evening he felt like a moron as he flopped down face-first on his couch and felt a solid thickness under a pillow.
  • After that one time Kaneki stopped eating for lunches because his aunt kept 'forgetting’ to give him the money, Hide’s mom began to stuff Hide’s bentos with extra food so that they could share.
  • Hide’s hands are really delicate and feminine. Kaneki has a fascination with them, and he once spent an evening sketching them without noticing they were Hide’s until he reached the fourth page.
  • Kaneki thinks Hide is a touchy-freely kind of guy but he never noticed he’s not at all this open with other people.
  • Hide abolished his concept of personal space around Kaneki when he first noticed he gets lonely a lot.
  • Hide never told him, but he hated Kaneki’s mom.
  • The only ever time Hide wore black was at Kaneki’s mom’s funeral. He hated it too.
  • Hide’s loud and frankly ridiculous cheerful persona is an act meant for Kaneki and Kaneki alone. He’s much more reserved and logical around other people.
  • Kaneki always wondered what Hide meant when he called him bro. Being an only child he can’t understand brotherly bonds, but he supposes the warmth in his chest he feels every time he’s with Hide must be him considering Hide a brother.
  • Hide’s hair is not dyed. But his facial hair would still be brown whenever he lets them grow, much to his chagrin.
  • Kaneki’s belly is really soft and comfortable and sometimes Hide would use it as a pillow when Kaneki chooses books over him.
  • Hide’s spiky hair is not soft at all and Kaneki is really ticklish on his stomach, but he thinks he’s managed to keep it a secret from Hide. He doesn’t want for him to stop using him as a pillow after all.
  • Sometimes Kaneki is so entranced in his reading sessions he doesn’t even mind Hide’s hardcore snoring a foot away from him. Hide always teases him for it.
  • Hide likes shoujo mangas and cheesy love songs. Kaneki calls him a lonely housewife. Hide doesn’t protest.
  • After Kaneki’s mom died, Hide made him a playlist and lent him his mp3 and headphones to listen to the music whenever the silence became too overwhelming.
  • Kaneki never gave them back. Hide never asked for them.
  • Hide had wondered more than once if he should call child welfare on Kaneki’s family. Then he would see his reddened eyes and realize Kaneki would consider it betrayal, because despite everything, they’re still family to him.
  • Hide never feels as powerless as he does every time he sees tears in his best friend’s eyes. Kaneki picks up on it and starts hiding it. He doesn’t want to ruin his best friend’s beautiful smile.
  • Hide then made it a personal habit to smile all the brighter when Ken tries to hide his sadness, and tickle him till new tears appear in his eyes for a different reason. He always picks Kaneki’s belly.
  • After that time Kaneki muttered “brother” in his sleep as he scooted closer to him on the bed they were sharing, Hide understood just how much he meant to him, to be entrusted with his heart like so many already who had wronged him in the past. Pulling him close with an arm was his promise back.
  • On valentine’s day, Hide would always leave the homemade chocolates he prepared on Kaneki’s desk. Kaneki would come to know it was him when one year Hide still had a smudge of homemade chocolate on his nose from the day before spent baking them.
  • Hide maybe meant it as a symbol to something more than admiration.
  • Kaneki made sure to pay him back a month later with years-worth of chocolates. Hide’s chest felt so warm despite the innocence of the gesture that he didn’t mind the cavities he got from eating them all.
  • Hide would gladly spend his whole life being Kaneki’s best friend. He doesn’t wish for anything more.
  • Except one day Kaneki leaves him and Hide wonders why it wasn’t enough for him too. Why he wasn’t enough.
  • Hide was a huge Hannibal Lecter fan but after Kaneki’s torture he isn’t so sure he can quite stomach splatter anymore.
  • All the mails and texts he sent Kaneki were mostly a reminder to himself not to give up. Not to lose hope. Kaneki already saw them, so he couldn’t back out now that he was waiting for him, right?
  • Hide had never wanted to give up anyway. He just needed the excuse. He really missed talking to Kaneki.
  • Kaneki never actually read Hide’s messages. But he always kept his phone charged and with the sound on. It was his reminder that Hide was alive and safe and that he was doing the right thing. Because he was doing the right thing, wasn’t he?
  • Sometimes in Kaneki’s dreams there would be his mom. And then her face would morph in his own with blackened schleras, and he would wake up screaming and wishing he still had Hide’s headphones with him.
  • Some nights he cries so much he feels like the whole world is crushing on him and his finger would hover over the call button next to Hide’s name just to remind himself that he would stay human and not become a monster until he keeps denying himself that call.
  • After Hide showed up at Takatsuki Sen’s book signing he would trace his fingers on the “Kaneki Ken” written on the first page, look around with a sad expression for a head of white hair, and wonder why his instincts had failed him.
  • The thing Hide missed the most about Kaneki was his voice and the way it would rise and drop with passion whenever he read something for him.
  • Hide would sometimes try to fall asleep reading Kaneki’s books he still kept home after Kaneki left. They were too dark and negative for him and he curses the fact he never tried to read them when Kaneki was still home.
  • So that he would just get it sooner and stop him from his self destructive path.
  • When he joins the CCG he wonders if one day he’ll just go to work to find out that they killed him in action.
  • Late at night, Hide would sometimes still think that maybe Kaneki is safer with his friends out there than he will probably ever be with him. He already failed to protect him once. Why is Hide trusting the CCG, anyway, other than despair?
  • When he sees him in that sewers tunnel, Hide thinks that Kaneki was right for not trusting him with his happiness. He’s going to betray him and he feels sick. But he’d gladly have Kaneki live a lie and forget than be righteous and die. Hide knows he’s selfish, but he can’t help it.
  • When Kaneki sees Hide in the sewers, his mind closes up. This has happened before. Hide can’t be there. Hide has to go, he can’t be there can’t be there this already happened and he is a monster because he let it happen again. And Hide is just smiling like nothing happened, like he can’t see the beast in his eye, and Kaneki just wants to cry.
  • Hide hopes with all his might that Yoshitoki will keep his promise, because he can’t deal with the impossible weight of his best friend’s disposal on top of the crushing guilt he already feels for not being able to make him smile that one last time.
  • Hide had felt silly when he’d wondered with reddened eyes if Kaneki was still ticklish on his belly even after he’d put on all those muscles. The tubes and machines Ken is attached to in his hospital bed prevented him from trying to find out.
  • Kaneki had wondered more than once who could possibly be the person holding his hand when they thought he was asleep on his hospital bed. They always sneaked in at night and stayed until sunrise, never saying a word. The nurses never found out so he never asked. He wished he could see the stranger’s face. He felt as though it was important.
  • It becomes a routine after a few days and Kaneki starts to become acquainted with the stranger’s prolonged silences. It feels like there should be words there, but they can’t bring themselves to say them. He feels like that’s a strain that shouldn’t be there. He wants to ask them a lot of things, but then he always gets awful migraines that leave him winded and gasping for air.
  • The stranger holds his hand tighter those times. The familiarity and the comfort of that petite hand makes his chest scream in agony and Kaneki wants so desperately to cry, but he doesn’t know why.
  • Then one day they abruptly stop their visits and Haise starts to forget about them.
  • When they tell Haise he was a CCG investigator who got hospitalized after a run in with a ghoul, he wonders why he chose that kind of life. He doesn’t think of himself as the avenger type. Then he looks at the empty chair next to his bed and wonders how great of a family must have been the one he lost.
  • When Hide sends him that book, he doesn’t know what he’s wishing for. He’s sworn to never tell him a thing about his past. Maybe he just wants to warn him. Maybe he just wish that’s what Haise wants, too. Maybe Hide just wants to be forgiven. He can’t be sure. It feels like it shouldn’t be his choice.
  • Sometimes Haise would catch Shirazu and Saiko swearing at manga characters or Urie singing under his breath and he would feel a strange melancholy creep up on him at the sheer familiarity of something so trivial.
  • Hide gets so lonely and he hates it. He hates it that some days he can’t just feel like smiling anymore. So one day he goes to a pet shop and buys a kitten. Its fur is as white as the snow and he curses when he realizes he’s started calling him Kaneki before he even realized it.
  • Kaneki the cat would sometimes fall asleep on his belly and Hide would feel a lump building in his throat and and an empty feeling in his chest.
  • One day Haise forgets his umbrella in his haste to a bookshop, and he starts muttering curses under his breath, shielding his books under his arm as he hurries to the nearest bus stop. A stranger would then share his umbrella with him with a dazzling smile and he would feel so relieved he actually gives him back one of his own. The stranger would then tell him to keep it as he got off the bus and hurriedly climbed the stairs to a building, and Haise would be left dumbstruck and mid-protest staring at the retreating back of the blond man, feeling warm at his kindness.
  • Haise is a ghoul and he knows Akira knows it too. He doesn’t want her pity when he asks her for a hug, but for her to mean it when she complies. He knows he never had the right to ask for a friend.
  • It’s just he sometimes wishes he had one who would gladly just hold him for hours on end.
  • Sometimes, not even Kaneki the cat can relieve some of Hide’s loneliness. Those times he just ends up watching their old graduation photos or the ones of their coming of age and he tells himself he isn’t pathetic and lonely when he realizes how handsome Kaneki was even in those ugly, awful ones Hide had taken just to embarrass him.
  • Every other time Hide is allowed to come back to Japan, he wishes for another chance encounter. Maybe he puts two umbrellas in his backpack on purpose.
  • Hide’s wish is still the same despite it all. He just want for Kaneki to find his happiness, even without him.
  • When the rumor had it that he’s gone in full Kakuja form during the last operation and he’s now being restrained with heavy Rc suppressant in the hospital as they wait for the order of confinement in Cochlea, Hide doesn’t even bother calling his dad. He books the first flight to Japan and spends the whole night wishing that just this once he could make it on time.
  • Hide doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing when he just ignores the medical staff who are pretty much staring at him. He just keeps squeezing his best friend in his arms until he wakes up and finally looks at him, not at 'some stranger’, and squeezes back.
  • I missed you, Kaneki would brokenly whimper in his arms as an apology. Dude, Hide would reply, hesitantly letting go to see his face, his own voice wobbly as the implications sink in. I even named a cat after you, he would counter, laughter still trembling on his equally tearstained face.
If You Do Leave

You hear Got7′s new song and think JB’s trying to indirectly send you a message. (If You Do inspired)

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 825

A/N: 이기려고만 하지 눈물이 너의 무기지 않니 = Tears are your ultimate weapon. (I’m not too sure what it’d translate to so I’m going by the m/v subs)

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anonymous asked:

What do you think of Deaf Courfeyrac and Video Relay Combeferre? (AKA, the one who translates speeches and news programs to sign language)

Okay, my understanding of all this isn’t necessarily the best and there’s really only so much research I can do at midnight, so please be kind. Anyways, my first thought was the sort of VRS stuff you get with a phone service?  Like where Person A is d/Deaf and speaks over camera through an interpreter to Person B who’s hearing.

Basically:
A(speaking English) <—-> C (speaks both, interpreting) <—–> B (speaking ASL, has a camera and a screen so that they can see C and C can see them)

So in this case we have Person B as Courf, and Person C as Combeferre.

Now – this actually made me laugh so hard when I first saw it?? Because the thought of how this goes from “professional, disconnected strangers” to actual friends is just beautiful.

Like this is Combeferre’s job.  He is good at it.  He – is – professional.  He loves the very real challenge of getting up every day, going into a completely new, random situation, and needing to translate two completely different languages in real time so that they maintain nuances and the conversation can be successfully carried out between two people.  Sometimes it’s bizarre or exciting or unsettling, though often, when it comes to the conversations themselves, it’s sort of dull.  And maybe today has been exceptionally dull.

He relayed one conversation that was basically twenty minutes of two people discussing how much the other’s children have grown.  One was about a very unfortunately placed rash that someone has.  One involved an older hearing person who Combeferre really wished knew ASL because her hearing was going and he ended up needing to repeat the same recipe for oatmeal-raisin cookies to her about four times. He is genuinely going out of his mind with boredom and all he can think about is the book in his bag which he really wants to take out and read.  

Then he gets connected onto another call.  And suddenly he has this face full of a quite young, quite attractive young man with this huge, dimpled smile and curly hair and really gorgeous eyes.

But Combeferre is a professional.  So he tells himself.

And he’s waiting for this discussion to be, oh I don’t know, talking to his mom about who’s turn it is to take the dog out, or about homework, or something equally dull because that has been his day. Instead the hearing person on the other line sounds like they’re voice is literally made out of fire and they start having this intensely passionate political debate and it’s all Combeferre can do to stay detached and professional and relay the message without putting his two bits in.  It is easily the most fun call he’s had all day – probably all week – because his Deaf client (called Courfeyrac by the hearing one who answers to Enjolras ) has just the most beautiful speech, he talks with his entire body so enthusiastically he’s repeatedly nearly throwing himself out of his chair, and Combeferre is genuinely loving trying to interpret for the man called Enjolras because he speaks so passionately that it feels like it takes all of Combeferre’s energy to properly translate it.

(Also, brief interlude: imagine Combeferre trying to pronounced Enjolras’ name when Courf finger-spells it at him.  Or imagine him trying to figure out how the fuck you spell “Courfyerac” when Enjolras says it – are there protocols for that?  Or is it the Starbucks’ cross-your-fingers-hope-it’s-right method?)

And yeah, despite everything else Combeferre ends that day very happily. He goes home that evening still thinking about Courfyerac, and even finds himself looking up some of the topics him and Enjolras were talking about later that evening instead of reading more of his novel.

Still, it was a one time thing, it was fun, but like any other job it passes and he moves on to new conversations between new people.

Until all of a sudden he’s faced with Courfeyrac fiddling with his camera again.  This time it’s not Enjolras he’s talking to but a man called Feuilly and they’re trying to make plans for a rally they’re apparently having soon and once again Combeferre is completely enraptured.

And that could have been called a coincidence, until, a few weeks later, he connects to another call and is once again faced with Courfeyrac. And once again has to dredge of every little bit of his schooling and experience to stay professional. Because holy shit Courfeyrac is actually the cutest boy to ever sit in front of a camera.  And once again he goes home and fucking daydreams about this random client and his wonderful views on politics and how clever he is and how charming he is and how Combeferre really, really, really wants to actually talk to him, not just relay someone else’s words to him from the other side of a screen.

And then it happens a fourth time, and Combeferre has a complicated relationship with religion but in this moment he is now certain that some sort of greater being exists because it or he or they are clearly trying to torment him at this point.  Except this time he’s on a late shift, and he’s tired as fuck and has been chugging coffee like it’s water, and Courfeyrac has called up a person called Grantaire.  Grantaire is not a fun person to interpret for because he seems to write a novel just to say a sentence and laces that novel very heavily with obscure metaphors and references.  He is also a wonderful person to interpret for because he has a fiendishly clever sense of humour that has Combeferre’s lips twitching in amusement.  But jokes and puns do not translate easily, especially from ASL where puns are physical.  So, exhausted and amused and just thrilled to see Courfeyrac again, when Courf tries to tell Grantaire a particularly bad joke that he’s desperately trying to figure out how to translate, he can’t help it, he cracks.  He just doubles over and starts howling with laughter because good lord that was so terrible it was actually the worst joke he has ever heard and that does it he is absolutely in love.

When he’s finally able to compose himself again (and feeling awful, shit shit shit, that was really unprofessional, he is not supposed to do that, he’s not supposed to be involved in the conversation, not if it involves interesting politics or bad jokes or even cute boys) he straightens and just sees Courfeyrac grinning at him so hard it has his eyes all crinkled up – it may be the only smile in the world that can truly and accurately be described as beaming.  It’s like the sun.

And then Courfeyrac signs So this is probably super weird but I’m pretty sure I’ve had you do some of my other calls before and you probably don’t remember me at all but can we get coffee sometime? Please??  Except, shit, I don’t know where you live.  Cyber coffee? We could sit in our own houses and Skype drink coffee?

(They Skype drink coffee together two days later.)

(also: Courf definitely noticed the really cute VRS operator he kept getting connected to because he’s never seen anyone manage to sign Enjolras’ speech quite that well.  Plus, he keeps getting this little crease above his eyes like he’s genuinely thinking about what they’re talking about, or his mouth’ll quirk a little at the jokes like he’s trying really hard not to laugh and dang it Courf really wishes there was some way he could just break the fourth wall and make this operator talk because he really looks like he has something to say and Courf really want to hear it.

When he got that last call with Ferre, it was because he’d convinced R to join him in his VRS operator hunt which basically involved him repeatedly calling and hanging up until he found the right one, and then being a sarcastic little shit with R since the interpreter seemed to be a sucker for clever jokes and Courf will break him.)

anonymous asked:

So a prompt like high school crisscolfer and them being that couple at the party that kiss on the couch with like Chris sitting on Darren's lap

Turn Around, I’ll Be Looking Back
Chris/Darren, PG-13
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This will be a series of loosely connected high school au crisscolfer ficlets. 

(part one)

School is a whole different thing than being together at home. The worst that can happen to Chris and Darren at either of their homes is a scolding from a parent, maybe being grounded. There’s no real danger, just annoyances and frustrations.

School feels dangerous to Chris. It doesn’t to Darren, because Darren’s never walked into a group of people and saw them for all the potential they had to hurt him. Darren is everyone’s friend and he’s only been at Clovis High for about nine months. He doesn’t have the years of painful memories that Chris has ingrained in him.

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SENTENCE MEME ~ SAINTS ROW IV VERSION
  • "Your file has been most interesting to read, ____."
  • "You tell anyone about that and I will rip every last resistor off your circuit board with my teeth."
  • "We're tight. We go way back."
  • "Oh. Wasn't worried..."
  • I don't wanna come off as a gushing fanatic but I've really enjoyed your work."
  • "Oh are you an actor!? I'm talking about how well you handle a gun, it's very impressive."
  • "I read your book when it came out."
  • "You teach diplomacy, I get called in when diplomacy fails."
  • "I just need to feel a familial connection, ya'know?"
  • "___ says I'm not really allowed to say that word anymore."
  • "Really!? What did you think?"
  • "I'd rather relive those days than drink another one."
  • "I hope you're not offended, but I'm not really familiar with your career."
  • "I hear you're also an actor."
  • "The great thing about you not knowing much about me is I can tell you bullshit like that."
  • "So all these years later has your opinion of me changed?"
  • "I'd rather not state the names if it's worth the same to you."
  • "That is a nice exterior you have."
  • "Alright, but make it quick."
  • "Permission to speak freely, ___?"
  • "I have come to a singular conclusion. You scare me..."
  • "In hindsight, do you see that as a wise decision?"
  • "I'll have you know everything we use is 100% designed and made in the U.S.A."
  • "You honestly can't believe that can you?"
  • "Yeah! Just like- Damn!"
  • "Why is that so hard to believe?"
  • "You make a very compelling point."
  • "Good, you're learning,"
  • "What? Me? No, I'm sure of thinking of somebody else."
  • "_____ and I had a long standing business arrangement."
  • "I don't believe you."
  • "I never understood why men with your natural martial talent never joined the special forces."
  • "What's it like being part if that?"
  • "Thank you for pointing that out."
  • "I can't really be there if I'm already there. You know what I mean?""
  • "Are you high?"
  • "Heard you kidnapped me or something."
  • "That was business."
  • "And what about seducing me and make me serve your every little fantasy?"
  • "Never really thought I'd be seeing you like this again."
  • "Hey, aggressive and vengeful is fun. Though I think that's the part you didn't catch on to."
  • "Uh, sometimes you have to spell it out for me."
  • "You ever take anything seriously?"
  • "I still don't believe you're real, you know."
  • "OK, now you're projecting here."
  • "Well you're a... Wait, what?"
  • "Hey, I just call it as I see it."
  • "Well, let me give you a tip. There is no even."
  • "I believe that you did that all on your own, little [GENDER]."
  • "What have you ever accomplished?"
  • "I was a big fan of yours."
  • "I learned so much from you."
  • "No, man. I learned so much about the real world. You know, the real world. With the people with no faces and messages on everything."
  • "Baby Jesus, you folks are freaks."
  • So, you got anything good on you?"
  • "I tried to kill you and you're hitting me up for ____?"
  • "Sounds perfect to me."
  • "Bet it was a good read."
  • "The list of people killed by you was the longest I'd seen in my entire career."
  • "Shit seemed so much simpler in the old days, didn't it _____?"
  • "What's so funny?"
  • "Not if you wanna keep breathing."
  • "It's like someone is intentionally trying to put us together to see what'll happen. Fucking fan-fiction."
  • "So, how many times?"
  • "I dunno fifty is pretty impressive."
  • "Despite everything I've done with my life, apparently that's what I'm known for."
  • "Well, you're in impressive company."
  • "Me? No, God no, of course not... not that I didn't consider it, once or twice."
  • "Why does everyone keep saying that?"
  • "Guess we both fucked up."
  • "Yeah, we were a pair, you and me."
  • "It is fucked up that we can talk right now."
  • "Looks like we were both too blind for our own good."
  • "Tried to blow 'em up on a boat."
  • "What? No, nothing like... ha, well I'll be damned."
  • "A-ahm. Then, how are you here?"
  • "I can't get over how much different you are from your other you."
  • "I guess you and me have a lot in common after all."
  • "How about that sport's team?"
  • "Hell, if someone wrote that in a book there isn't anyone in the world who'd read that shit."
  • "Why you gotta be a dream killer, man?"
  • "That chick told me something pretty interesting."
  • "She says a lot of crazy shit."
  • "I did mess you up pretty bad."
  • "I already won once. I don't need to do it again."
  • "How you holding up? Things getting too crazy for you?"
  • "Did I ever tell you about the time I choked a man to death with my bare hands?"
  • "I can still feel his pulse, beating against the palms of my hand, getting slower and softer, until nothing."
  • "Oh, where have you heard that?"
  • "From the last fantasy game I saw online."
  • "So, you were some big hotshot gangster?"
  • "Did it piss you off to find out she faked her death just to get out of her contract?"
  • "Hurts like a bitch when it's gonna rain."
  • "Watch yourself old man."
  • "Don't get mad at me for telling the truth."
  • "It's amazing the lives I've changed just telling my story."
  • "If I got even one kid off the street it was all worth it."
  • "This was not the downer I was looking for."
  • "Yeah, I had to give that up at some point."
  • "Cause I am totally family material."
  • "I'm not getting anywhere with this argument, am I?"
  • "Are you sure you do not want to go out with me sometime?"
  • "It is just that I have been alone for so long and you and I have so much in common."
  • "I gotta be honest, I don't see any real similarity."
  • "Thanks for rescuing me."
  • "It was on the way!"
  • "Why a whiny brat like him?"
  • "But he's so fucking annoying."
  • "Are you jealous that I did not approach you with the offer?"
  • "Wait, you haven't told anybody, have you?"
  • "Do you want me to tell everyone about what you kept in that locked drawer in your desk?"
  • "You set an example for a lot of men who were questioning their own fashion choices and maybe even who they were inside."
  • "Hold on. By repopulate you mean?"
  • "So, I hear you're really good with computers and stuff."
  • "I guess being taken hostage really changes you."
  • "He ended getting killed when he tattooed the number for the police department's tip hotline to the back of his hand."
  • "Why do humans see the need to permanently mark their body with ink?"
  • "Why do robots see the need to ask such stupid pointless questions?"
  • "You simply don't get it, you had no chance, ever."
  • "You heard about that psychotic witchdoctor before me?"
  • "Kind of a cliché answer."
  • "Kind of a cliché conversation."
  • "Good point. I'll be quiet now."
  • "You know, I had a best friend named ____ once."
  • "I hope for your sake that's a compliment."
  • "How are you enjoying the field work?"
  • "Mastermind is more my speed."
  • "An allure? Is it spy-code for dirt, blood, fire, nausea and the insufferable blatherings of monosyllabic enemies that all look alike?"
  • "I imagine they have already seen themself naked."
  • "What are you doing after this? Maybe see where things go?"
  • "You're not nearly the psychopathic killing machine I was led to believe."
  • "You and I share that."
  • "Oh God! You're one of those."
  • "A thug? Are you saying that I am just a thug?"
  • "You really wanna shut your mouth now, son."
  • "I admit I feel the most direct kinship with you."
  • "We're outcasts, you and I. Strangers even amongst peers."
  • "This is... probably a strange time to mention it, but you were one of the best bad guys."
  • "I even had one of your action figures."
  • "Who would have thought, eh? You and me fighting side by side."
  • "Your brawn and my brains, your sass and my good looks, we're like a buddy cop show."
  • "There's no way you could have known that information, my cover was flawless."
  • "Well, that's quite a theory you have there."
  • "You know, I was like you once, I thought I could take down ____ and carry on with business as usual."
  • "You know, that wouldn't have been a bad idea."
  • "It's nice to get to talk to you on a more personal level."
  • "On second thought, I have enough friends."
  • "You almost remind me of my former assistants."
  • "Well, they actually had a measure of intelligence"
  • "Hey, if you ever get back into the whole criminal thing again, I can totally get you the hookup for good product."
  • "You don't employ any crazy dudes with Machetes do you?"
  • "Do I make you uncomfortable? If so, I apologize."
  • "You are always backing away from me and giving sideways glances as if I am contagious."
  • "So you're the playa's right-hand man. How's that working out for you?"
  • "Sorry man, but you gotta let that shit go."
  • "Oh that's funny. Coming from the people who scarred my face."
  • "I'm not looking to make friends here."
  • "That about sums it up. Yeah."
  • "You think you've gone crazy, don't you?"
  • "You know, I'm a pretty popular singer now."
  • "I was thinking we can hang some time. I let you hear some of my tracks."
  • "I have been watching footage of your old fighting matches."
  • "Funny how two completely different worlds can create things that are so similar."
  • "I am sure it was completely coincidental. You will be hearing from my attorneys."
  • "It's nice to see a celebrity who can handle a gun, seems most of them can barely land a punch."
  • "I hear you brother, no shit."
  • "Guy who played you sounds nothing like you though."
  • "____ is more powerful than you can imagine."
  • "Are you saying I don't have personality?"
  • "Cool it, ___. I'm just fucking with you."
  • "Oh no! Don't even speak to me. You don't get that right."
  • "Open your mouth again and you'll be singing falsetto permanently."
  • "I know. Man, those were good times."
  • "I thought I listened to you die. I thought that if we'd only gone back for you we could've stopped it."
  • "I'm right here, I didn't die and besides, that wouldn't have been on you."
  • "I'd say sorry about ____, but that bitch nearly ran me over with her car."
  • "You know, we took on a whole gang of maniacal wrestlers in masks years ago."
  • "Oh, well. He's dead now."
  • "Ahh, it takes a strong soul to stand up to ____. Huh, you seem to me more than your hooker getup suggests."
  • "But you do look completely like a hooker."
  • "You are a terrible mistress and should be ashamed."
  • "Oh! Ah, terribly sorry. It's just, well, look at you."
  • "I like your shoes."
  • "Yeah, they're pretty nice, I guess."
  • "The skirt, looks good on you."
  • "Ya got anything to eat? I'm starving."
  • "I'm just saying I'm willing to forgive and forget if you are honey."
  • "You ain't getting close enough to shank me."
  • "This whole invasion thing has fucked up everything. You know?"
  • "You step out of line just once and I'll find an even bigger building to drop your ass from."
  • "Just how much of your body is tattooed?"
  • "Any chance you might be looking for a good time?"
  • "Streets are so noisy, I figure we could go some place more quiet. Maybe my place at nine. You bring the wine, I'll bring... my questions."
  • "Two glasses of that and I just can't control myself."
  • "Man, I loved you as a bad guy back in the day."
  • "Then you became a good guy and I was like what the hell."
  • "God! I don't know why the ____ calls in you people for help. I mean what the hell."
  • "Look, just because I was on the opposing side doesn't mean I'm some lesser being."
  • "I was a member of a voodoo gang. Thank you very much."
  • "So can you play music or anything useful?"
  • "Yes, I have quite a large library of music from your world."
  • "I thought you were some kind of servant robot, so come on play something."
  • "Is there any way I can get an autograph some time?"
  • "Personally I hate hippy bullshit."
  • "You, woah, this is trippy. I can't believe I'm hanging out with the guy from that Ghost Busting movie."
  • "You're like an empire god, you know all the tricks. I learned a lot. That's how I built a legion of loyal followers."
  • "You know someone who deals in tiny plastic toy ponies?"
  • "What the hell. This is bullshit, man."
  • "It's just, you know, it's a skirt. Not exactly the manliest outfit, especially for taking alien hordes in crime ridden city."
  • "Just because we're not in the ring doesn't mean I won't lay your ass out."
  • "You know what I wear under my kilt? Your girlfriend's lipstick."
  • "I gotta say ____ you're looking really good."
  • "Come on, if we're gonna work together you have to get over..."
  • "Nice. Something about power makes a woman really sexy."
  • "You know maybe after we're done here you and me should talk some more."
  • "I suppose ____ told you about the time I tried to get her take a bullet for me."
  • "Ehh. I've had guys do worse."

anonymous asked:

I must be the only Ichabbie not too fussed about Ichabetsy or the rumored "string of women". I expected this as soon as we heard about Katrina; before Betsy was on the radar. One of SH's central tropes is Crane Meets Modernity For Big Laffs. Modern romance is the next logical step, and can be done whether Ichabbie's endgame or not. If the writing is otherwise good and Abbie is given equal space in her new trope, Woman with Trust Issues in Complicated Relationship, I'll give them S3 to reset.

Hey there, Nonny! First of all I apologize. I have a feeling you sent this ages ago but I just now saw it (my inbox has been filled to the brim with smut recently so this message got lost in the shuffle. sorry).

Second of all, no I don’t think you’re the only one. I know of at least a handful of people, myself included who aren’t bothered by the prospect. Well, we aren’t bothered providing that the writing and approach of it is done well. You’re right. Crane navigating the modern world is a core principle of this show. What’s more modern - and laughable - than seeing him try to date? 

As for a “string of women”, I’ve only heard of the two: Betsy and basic as hell looking lawyer chick who dresses like an early 90s school marm and unlike any lawyer I’ve ever met. 

Moving on…. with regards to Betsy, if we are to take the premiere as any indication (and it was a small snippet at that), than I believe the whole Betsy thing is that while they may have been drawn to each other in the past, it wasn’t necessarily because Crane was into her and more of due to circumstances, holy shit this is some intense shit we’re involved in, sort of situation. 

“I have to warn you, I’ve heard relationships based on intense experiences never work.” Annie Porter, Speed (1994)

In other words, Betsy in and of herself is nothing to worry about. Not to mention if there is any sort of cohesion beginning in that writers room this year, Betsy would have wound up getting remarried all of a few months to a year later, as would Crane, so nothing serious would have come of them together. 

As for BYTLC (basic yt lawyer chick), I mean…. really? Is that the best you’ve got? Cause she doesn’t even hold the glimmer of an about to blow out match flame to Abbie (no offense meant to the actress herself). Not to mention, she looks like she could get blown over in a windstorm. What sort of relationship could possibly develop there when the Witnesses are frequently bending and breaking the law in order to save mankind on a weekly basis every Thursday night at 9pm on Fox? you’re welcome, once again Fox for having your fans do all the damn promo for you She’d never be able to know which puts her in danger. And if she did find out, she’s in even more danger.

And let’s flash back to S1 for a second shall we? In Midnight Ride Abbie confesses to Crane that she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to have a relationship - friend or otherwise - with Luke or anyone else again because she’d never be able to share the whole Witness thing with him(them). Same rules apply here. If you’re diving head first into the 2nd tribulation, what are you gonna tell your weak-ass, waif of a possible romantic interest every Thursday night?

“Sorry, babe. Can’t Netflix and chill tonight because I have to go do this thing all night with Abbie. Yes again! What? No! It’s not like that. She’s my partner… well not my.. that is to say that… what you have to understand is… I mean I’ve thought about it. A lot actually. What? Oh no I didn’t mean I’ve thought about Abbie being my partner on an intimate level. At least not tonight. I did earlier but I forgot about it once I called you. Wait… the thought is back again. I’m sorry what were we talking about? Oh fuck it all!”

Whoops! Went off on a small ranty tangent there. My point is yeah I promise I had one this, I am not in anyway worried about the “love interests” for Crane or for Abbie for that matter this season. Crane needs to earn Abbie’s heart and affection and Abbie needs to be cared for for once. Ichabbie is endgame. I’m even more sure of that now based off of many recent interviews with Cliffy. I am wary of how the writing of it will be handled but ultimately, we all know whose fates are entwined.