i'm so behind on this meme

for your own peace of mind, maybe dont pay too close attention to the lyrics of some christmas songs.

this is the christmas card im sending out. steve didnt know what text i was gonna put behind it when he drew the picture.

(You can get this on redbubble!)

and it turns out that clint, who has been humming christmas carols for weeks now, doesnt actually know any of the real lyrics, and has just been making them up as he goes along. this is his latest masterpiece:

Winter Soldier’s Gunnin’ You Down (To the tune of Santa Claus is Coming to Town)

You better watch out, you better not cry

You’ll probably bleed out, I’m tellin’ you why

Winter Soldier’s gunnin’ you down

He’s got a hit list, he’s starting a fight

He’s clenching his fist, it’s shiny and bright

Winter Soldier’s gunnin’ you down!

He sees you when you’re sleeping

He knows when you’re awake

His aim is really fucking good and he’s gonna assassinate

You better watch out, you better not cry

You’ll probably bleed out, I’m tellin’ you why

Winter Soldier’s gunnin’ you down

He’s yanking out wheels and firing guns

If you were smart you’d probably run

Winter Soldier’s gunning you down!

Winter Soldier’s gunning you down!


Get to know me meme: [4/5] protagonists - Kaneki Ken (Tokyo Ghoul)

“‘Ghouls are to be exterminated.’ 'In order to live, we must kill and eat humans.’ The reason our mutually destructive relationship has never changed is because we have never, together, made an attempt to take even the smallest step forward. Ghouls and humans can understand each other… The fact that I, who was once a human, stands here before you is proof enough.”

Adam: *gets wallet out*
cashier: *sees numerous pics of Gansey inside his wallet* oh how cute! is that your boyfriend?
Adam: haha no he’s my best friend, my boyfriend is right here
Ronan: *appears behind him* hi
cashier: ah, I’m so sorry for assuming!
Ronan: nah it’s okay we get that all the time, I even have his picture in my wallet

  • <p> <b>Child:</b> Mum why is my cousin called Kris?<p/><b>Mum:</b> Because your auntie loved Exo-M before the leader Kris left his 10 children and wife behind 2 years later and realised she couldn't change your cousin's name so she stuck with Kris cause she still loves him either way.<p/><b>Child:</b> What about me?<p/><b>Mum:</b> Enough questions TaoHan<p/></p>

Imagine playing a indie horror game with s.coups and the other boys only so they could see you be scared

EXTRA: when you find out why your playing the game whenever you get scared you hit one of the members with your shoe (except for Dino cause you can’t hurt the bby)

Finally taking some time to catch up on all the meme’s I’ve been tagged in recently XD @notbrogues​ tagged me for this one. Thanks!

A - age? 32
B - biggest fear? being a failure as a mother
C - current time? 6:15 PM
D - drink you last had? water
E - every day starts with? one of my children waking me up, breakfast, shower
F - favourite song? currently Alive by Sia
H - hometown? a tiny town in Northern Maine
I - in love with: Mr. Red, mini!Reds, and a paramour who moved away
J - jealous of? families that live close together. Not having a support network and three kids is really, really hard
K - killed someone? um no
L - last time you cried? Friday night when I was in the middle of suffering from a Gastro bug
M - middle name? Jade
N - number of siblings? none
O - one wish: for my kids to grow up happy
P - person you last called/texted: @elletromil ;)
Q - questions you are always asked: “so you going to try again for a girl” HELL NO, THREE IS PLENTY THANK YOU VERY MUCH
R - reasons to smile: Mr. Red, beautiful music, my kids crazy antics
S - song last sang: something from one of my playlists when I last had the house to myself
T - time you woke up: 5:30 AM
U - underwear colour: blue
V - vacation destination: iceland
W - worst habit: procrastinating on the chores
X - x-rays you’ve had: a chest x-ray
Y - your favourite food: bbq chips, raspberry dark chocolate, eggs
Z - zodiac sign: scorpio 

Swedish Gothic
  • The barista hands you your black coffee. You don’t make eye contact. You bump into the person behind you as you leave. You don’t make eye contact. At home you and your partner cook dinner together. You don’t make eye contact. You still don’t know if you’re the only one with eyes.

  • Every train you’ve ever been on has run through a forest. Every time you look out the window you see only fir trees. It’s all forest. It’s all the same forest, reaching further than any railway will ever reach.

  • It’s autumn. The train never arrives. There are leaves on the railway tracks, the disembodied voice echoing over the train station says. You’ve never seen the trees with leaves big enough to stop a train. There are only fir trees.

  • Winter is coming.

  • Winter is coming and the public transport companies panic. What is winter? How can they prepare for it? They can never remember. They offer a reward to anyone who can explain.

  • It’s the middle of July. The sun never sets. It’s always bright. You can see every strand of grass, every mosquito bite on you legs, every single relative that comes to visit and yet never enters your house. You never enter your house. You long for the never-ending darkness of winter.
warning : bad english

I noticed everyone are making versions of pallete and Goth so I dicieded to make my own and since I’m a sucker for pain they are going to be horrible but I’m proud of ‘em well…… there it goes 

This what I imagine would happen if pallete was murdered and Goth was left behind and I’m gonna try explaining stuff throught comics (and memes 😏)

Gone and Past belong to me

Goth belongs to @nekophy

Pallete belongs to @angexci

misdrivious  asked:

👫 - Genderswap our muses.

((Sorry this took me so long to reply to…. you’ll see why!))

Kova glanced again to the man in the rafters, squinting at his curly mop of hair as she wiped down the bar for the tenth time in an hour.  The Pig was slow, only a few patrons around the bar, and absorbed in their own conversations.  Finally, she whistled up at the man.  “Ey, ain’t anyone told ya that sleepin’ in tha rafters is a good way ta die of a broken neck?”

The man’s eyes shifted over toward her, a mere glint in the shadows.  “Thanks for your concern, but, I think I’ll manage just fine,” He chuckled.

She made a face at him. “Oh aye, yer jus fine ‘till I climb up there an’ knock ya outta yer perch m’self!” She arched a well-practiced brow, leaning over the counter and beckoning.  “Howsabout you come on down ‘ere, lovely, an’ keep a bartender company?”

To her amusement, he did just that, landing gracefully on his feet on the floor before approaching the bar.  She smirked, letting herself look impressed while inwardly guessing that her landing would have been smoother.  “Very well,” he said, smirking as he leaned on the bar.  “I suppose I could go for an ale.”

“Can’t drink ale with a silly mask on,” She quipped, pulling a mug out from under the counter and filling it at the tap.  “Wut’s yer name, anyway?”

“Shade,” he answered, and she nearly snorted.  She coughed instead, looking back to him as she slid the full mug over the counter, seeing finally his face unclothed.  It was a good face, she decided, his eyes deepset and half-hidden by the curly fringe of hair so the blue-grey irises caught the light in spurts and flashes, giving him a mischievous and ornery look.

She liked the look.   She slid herself up onto the bar that she was technically still tending, sitting herself down so her legs dangled over the edge, tilting a crooked smirk down toward him. “’m Kova,” She answered, simply, as always not seeing any reason to give the full name of Raskolnikova– she would never know what her mother had been thinking with that mouthful of a name, though she held a certain fondness for its absurdity.

His eyebrows lifted as he sipped at his ale, “Kova– it’s a nice name.”


((SORRY if this doesn’t look anything like Shade… I tried based off of what I could find on your blog!  <3 I hope you like!))


I just love that one band *looks at smudged writing on hand* 31 Helicopter Drivers

galaxyslasthope  asked:

“You are my sunshine”

‘ you are my sunshine ’( not accepting )@galaxyslasthope

       he was too late.    he wanted to step in.  the desire to step in and stop the emperor from hurting his son …  his own flesh   &  blood.   the child who refused to kill his own father.   he had the option too.  but instead the lightsaber was thrown to the side.   allowing the machine to climb to his feet.   to stand behind his master.   being able to fully witness as the lightning was executed from his fingers.   hurting his son.  KILLING his son.   but he couldn’t do anything.   he just stood there.  fully witnessing the death of his son,  his cries for help.  his cries for his father echoing in the back of his head.     until there was silence.   only the sound of vader’s breathing was heard.

      despite his master’s harsh warnings.   telling him to step back from the boy.  to remain by his sides,  the dark lord of the sith moved.   heavy footsteps heading over to the boy.   falling to his mechanical knees,  his hand   ( as the other one was previously sliced off by the hand of his son )   reached out,   gently trying to gather luke into his arms.   behind the mask.  tears could possibly be forming.   staring down at the young boy who had a face almost identical to that of his mothers.   ( oh how he had to share the same fate as she once did.   how he has not only lost her.   but now his son.   because of his own mistakes. )

      ❝ luke … ❞        his words were soft behind the mask,   struggling to remain true to his master’s teachings.  the monster had already taken away his own life.   forced him into this life of misery.  behind a mask and to be bent by his will.   but now he had taken the life of his only son.   right in front of him.  and vader could do nothing to stop him.   he could feel the rage once more run through his veins.  as he hold luke the same way he once held his dying mother.   the rage fueled him once more.   causing the dark lord to snap in an instance.

      by morning   ;    the emperor was dead.   by the hand of his own apprentice for the murder of his son,  luke skywalker.

Color Challenge: Pallet 22, Char Lon'qu please <3


“Woman, if you dare throw that fig hidden behind your back…”

Because I know how much you love throwing figs at the husbando, johnyume.

129 - “I Know You Give A Fuck” - Calum Hood

From @unkindnessofone‘s prompts!


The first thing you noticed when you walked into the room, was the cushions thrown on the floor and the smashed mirror just behind the couch. Clothes had been strewn around, everything that had been tidied so meticulously by yourself that morning was now crumpled and wrecked. 

You moved to the bathroom door, turning the handle only to find it was locked. “Calum?”

Your voice was soft and quiet as you lent against the door frame. “Baby, are you in there?”

There was no answer, so you knocked quietly, watching as your knuckles rapped sharply but quickly. “Come on, open up. We should talk.”

“Go away.” His voice was quiet, but you could tell it was hoarse, even through the wood of the door. “Please.” He whispered it so quietly, he wasn’t even sure you could hear it. He looked down at his bloody knuckles, the skin torn from having punched the glass in the hotel room, wishing that he could be better. He couldn’t even remember what set him off, just that it was something he’d read online and he just lost it. 

“I’m not going anywhere. Come on, Cal, just talk to me.” He could hear you sigh from the other side of the door and he imagined you were running a hand through your hair out of frustration. 

He sighed back, moving to open the door and enclosing his hand around the cold handle. You let out a breath of relief as you heard the door click and it start to open. 

“People just don’t think I care about this life, about the music, about the band. I have never cared about anything else, but yet people think I don’t give a fuck. I’m so frustrated, I just want people to get me.” Calum ranted, as you pulled him into a close hug, running your hands over his back in an attempt to comfort him.

“Babe, I know you give a fuck, you know you give a fuck, try and remember that. The more you remember that, the more obvious it will be to the people who don’t really matter.” You tried to reason, kissing his cheek quickly before pulling back and looking into your boyfriend’s sad eyes. 

“I’m just so tired of it.” He admitted, hanging his head. He hated it when you saw him like this, he liked to pretend things didn’t affect him and he reluctantly let you learn that that wasn’t always the case.