in case you couldn't tell

The Signs as Iconic Deadpool Quotes

These were actually in a comic book.

“Deadpool” [Yellow Box]  (White Box)  “other”

Aries: (This plan that we’re working on..)  [What plan?]  “Operation moves.” (..Yeah. It’s awfully risky.)  [There’s a plan? Why wasn’t I-]  “Need-to-know basis. Sorry, pal.”  [But.. I’m you! That’s- that’s just stupid!]

Taurus: “Spidey! What up, baby boy? Haven’t seen you since Amazing Spider-Man #611!”

Gemini: “Let’s see how you like it when I smack you with an interspatial disorter that will temporarily phase your brain into dimension X!”  “This is an iPod with a piece of masking tape attached to it.”  “It is. Ah, but for a second there, you were really worried!”

Cancer: “Like Han Solo said to Chewbacca in Return of the Jedi, ‘Fly casual.’“ “Actually, I like the three new films better. The special effects are fantastic, and Hayden Christensen is an amazing actor.”  {shoots cronie} {points gun at other cronie} “Say Jar Jar Binks is an abomination! Say it!”  “Jar Jar Binks is an abomination! Jar Jar Binks is an abomination!”

Leo: “So, kick back, and enjoy Deadpool issue thirty-three point one!” [Wait, why is it called “point one”?]  (Who cares? At least this issue, there is a point.)

Virgo: “Why did you that?”  “Because you were gonna do it, and this is my book.” 

Libra: “Well, it’s in the Yellow Pages. You can’t get much realer than that!”  [I’m confused. I thought you couldn’t read anything in dreams.]  (I’m impressed he can read when he’s awake.)

Scorpio: “Oh, hi, kids. Deadpool here. Hate to interrupt the story like this, but our fine artist had the overwhelming urge to draw me in this pin-up shot, even though it’s nowhere in the script. Let’s return to the story while I go teach Michelangelo there the error of his ways.”

Sagittarius: “Is that Richard Nixon?”  “I can’t wait to pound that Dick… Uh. Hey, Doc, do you have a spell to undo what I just said?”

Capricorn: “I only have half a brain!” [be the meat] “What was that?!” (The other half. Ignore it.)

Aquarius: “Yeah, that fight lasted as long as Deathlok’s last comic.”

Pisces: “It’s funny.. I came here with starry-eyed dreams of killing some X-Babies. But now all I can think of is that damn Spider-Man.”

Lost Track of Time pt. 2

|| Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff (just a pinch of fluff)

Summary: You were angry, he had no more patience and when you left, he was broken. He wanted nothing more than to mend the cracks that had split his heart in two.

Word Count: 1680

Warning: curse words…that’s it

Originally posted by kookiesforjimin

Jungkook sat on the floor clutching onto the platinum watch for what seemed like eons. He sat there on the cold, hard floorboards throughout the entire night going through the argument you two had in his head. He mentally beat himself up every single time the image of your tear stained face popped into his mind. 

Night turned into day, and Jungkook still sat there on the ground. He felt like he just lost his entire world. You, his everything, left and it was all his fault. Never in the span of your two-year relationship, did an argument ever escalate to the point of you leaving. You disappearing and the absence of your belongings gave Jungkook a giant wake up call. He never realized just how easily you could fall from his grasp until you had slipped away.

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The Bet- A Cassian/Azriel/Mor Fic

….Listen my dudes, idk what to tell you, I’ve never written this pairing before, never really felt that inclined to either… But they wanted to bang…so I let them. Bless my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing!! 

Title: The Bet

Summary: Modern AU, established relationship. Cassian, Az and Mor have somewhere to be and while the boys are up their sleeping beauty is nowhere to be found. Az comes with a novel way of getting her out of bed….NSFW. Sin. Much sin ahead. You’ve been warned. 

Teaser: Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Link: AO3 

Azriel doesn’t look up from the piece of toast he’s slowly, precisely, buttering as he hears the unmistakeable sounds of Cassian sloping into the room behind him. His boyfriend doesn’t stop walking until he crashes, albeit gently, into Az’s back, jolting him against the counter. His thick, muscled arms slide easily around his waist and he nuzzles softly at his neck, still slightly damp from the shower.

“Mm, you smell like Mor,” is Cassian’s dreamy idea of a mumbled morning greeting.  

Az comes as close to grimacing that he ever does at that. “I think I used her shampoo this morning,” he confesses drily, now tipping coffee into the mug in front of him. Cassian lets out a gasp of mock horror at this and withdraws from him as though tainted. He claps him playfully on the shoulder, “Good luck,” is all he says before he heaves himself up onto the worktop, his heels knocking gently against the cupboard door.  

A soft smile traces Az’s lips as he slides the coffee towards Cassian who raises the mug in a grateful salute after grabbing it before taking a long draught. “I don’t think I have to worry about it,” he says evenly, melting out of the way to let Cassian at the toaster and hob, “She won’t be coherent enough to notice for a while yet.

Cassian glances over Azriel’s head towards the door of their bedroom, slightly ajar, revealing the darkness within, then he snorts. “It looks like the lair of some fell beast,” he observes, casually swiping a piece of Az’s buttered toast and transferring it to his mouth. Az huffs but doesn’t protest, considering it a fair trade for the half a pack of bacon Cassian has just slapped into a pan.  

Az makes a business of checking his watch, “At this time of the morning you’re not far wrong,” he murmurs, ambling to the fridge and pulling out eggs which he lays on the counter within easy reach of Cassian’s broad, deft hands.

Cass snorts at that assessment, barely even looking at what he’s doing as he cracks the eggs and transfers them to a bowl to whisk them up, “How long do we have before we need to leave?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

“A few hours yet,” Az replies mildly, taking a small sip of his own coffee, “But she should get up now.”

Cassian snorts again, “You expect her to manage that without some sort of encouragement?” he demands, “Waking Mor up at this time is like waking the dead, we’d have an easier time finding a new girlfriend at the graveyard.”  

Az just smiles at that, watching his boyfriend work, “Mm, I’m quite fond of this one, as it happens,” he murmurs quietly.

He’s fully aware that he already has a plan to deal with their…situation. Cassian never eats his eggs scrambled this way, and his bacon is always half raw. Sure enough, a few moments later, tipping the eggs into a frying pan, Cass grins, “Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he says affectionately, leaning over and kissing Az on the cheek even as he rolls his eyes at the petname, ”I have just the thing. She’ll be up in a minute, all bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

 It’s Az’s turn to snort at that. Of the three of them, Cass is the one most likely to tend towards optimism but even by his standards that’s stretching the bounds of belief. “Okay fine, she’ll be conscious,” he amends irritably before waggling a spatula threateningly in Az’s direction, “you get to take over from there.”

“If you actually manage to get her up I’ll take over from there,” he promises faithfully, taking another idle sip of his coffee.  

“Ha,” Cass grins, “Just you wait, Az, she can never resist my cooking. Ever.” He reaches past him and swipes the large ‘princess’ mug out of the cupboard, filling it with coffee from the pot before dumping in a small mountain of sugar and half of their milk reserves into it with his customary grimace that anyone would dare besmirch the good name of coffee the way that Mor does.

Azriel just hums as Cassian starts to load Mor’s breakfast onto a tray, leaning against the worktop, saying nothing. As he starts to leave the room however, Mor’s breakfast arranged in the shape of a smiley face with tomato eyes, a bacon mouth, scrambled egg hair and a spikey toast hat however, Az dips down and presses a soft kiss to his lips, “Good luck,” he murmurs.

Cassian waves an airy hand, “Oh ye of little faith!” he huffs irritably as he sets off in the direction of their bedroom.  

Azriel waits patiently and he and his lack of faith are rewarded by a Cassian stomping out of the room five minutes later, caught somewhere between astonishment and dejection, resolutely munching a piece of Mor’s toast. “Unbelievable,” he grumbles, looking sincerely crestfallen. “She’s made of stone, Az, we’re dating a statute, I hope you know that.”

Az just smiles as Cassian helps himself to some of Mor’s eggs, clearly lamenting their wasteful scrambling. “That was never going to work,” he says smoothly.

Cassian lets out a good natured growl, now eating a piece of Mor’s bacon with his fingers. He brandishes it at Az, “I bet you a tenner you can’t get her out of bed before I can.”

Cass watches as Azriel considers this, can practically hear the cogs turning in that mysterious, shadowed brain of his. Finally, with a decisive little nod, he sets down his piece of toast and says, “Deal,” before padding towards their bedroom.  

Blinking, slightly startled by this sudden turn of events he calls after him, “On this try mind you!” Az just vaguely nods his agreement, gently pushing open the door at the end of the corridor. What a well meaning idiot, Cassian muses with a shake of the head, happily stuffing one of Mor’s tomatoes into his mouth. She doesn’t know what she’s missing, this breakfast was up to his finest high standards, but Az is taking part in a truly hopeless mission. Fire-breathing dragons would have been easier and safer to approach than their Morrigan this morning.

Cassian waits, shovelling down more of Mor’s bacon with what Az would probably consider indecent enthusiasm. Mor would understand though, he has to give this breakfast a proper funeral, worthy of her approval. He expects to see Az slinking back to him, defeated, rummaging irritably in his jeans for his wallet to offer him the spoils of his victory. He freezes, another piece of toast halfway to his mouth, loaded with scrambled eggs and dread – if Azriel fails in this task it’ll be his turn to rouse Mor again…He contemplates this for a few seconds then shovels the toast and egg into his mouth, deciding it’ll be worth it. His boyfriend had been so achingly sure of himself and while Cass doesn’t think that Az’s ego needs to be deflated any more than it already is, on the other hand he really does like the idea of him coughing up the bet money.  

Cassian waits some more, still devouring Mor’s breakfast, feeling a slight pang of worry for Az. In her current state, well aimed pillows might just be lethal, and he’s quite fond of Az’s pretty face…He decides to give it a few more minutes before launching an emergency rescue operation. Any second now he’s going to have to kiss that small frown from his beautiful face, console him even as he delightedly accepts his winnings.  

Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Gently pushing open the door, decorated with Az’s careful, neat lettering of their names (Cassian’s idea) and the small stick figures in the top left corner, (a drunken Mor’s contribution) he pauses to properly drink in the scene. Azriel is kneeling on the floor at the side of their bed, Mor’s long, golden legs hooked over his shoulders, his head buried between them. Mor is arching in pleasure, another faint moan spilling from her open lips as her body bows from the bed. Her hands fist the crisp white sheets, clutching at them as Az teases her with his tongue.  

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naming characters

Other games: It’s all about being subtle. You want the names to vaguely hint at their future character arcs, but don’t make anything too obvious as to spoil the plot. Only dedicated fans that really look into it should really understand where their names come from.

Ace attorney: FUck You! Fuck you! THIS GUY’S NAME IS REDD WHITE ANd he’s american and works at bluecorp, YOU SEE THESE SISTERS? MIA AND MAYA, (and their mom misty and aunt morgan) THIS GUY IS DISGUSTING AND HE’S NAMED SAL MONELLA BECAUSE FUCK YOU THAT’S WHY, guy who sets off bomb? TED TONATE, THESE TWO ARE NAMED ACRO AND BAT BECAUSE THEY’RE ACROBATS AHHHA, THIS GIRL AFRAID of yokai and curses is JYNXie WE CAN DO IT WITH MAIN CHARACTERS TOO WATch see this guy’s name is phoenix because he fucks up and then comes back and this main character with SUN SYMBOLISM? APOLLO ALSO HE’S A LAWYER SO HIS LAST NAME IS JUSTICE, AND SINCE WE HAVE AN APOLLO WE’RE GONNA HAVE AN ATHENA TOO! why are we naming our characters after greek gods? because fuck you! fuck you is why!!!!

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Gallavich is more popular than coliver ( should have been conniver)?

‘Coliver’ rolls off the tongue better, I think. ‘Conniver’ sounds too close to ‘conniving’… which, for this particular ship, I suppose you could take that either way lol.

Besides the obvious reasons that Gallavich has been around longer and has had a bit more time to develop a larger fanbase, their storyline is simply better written. The writers spent real time and effort developing one of the best relationships I’ve ever seen on television (before they burned it to the ground). 

I’ve always said that while I’m sure Coliver is endgame on the show, I don’t believe for a second that they’re soulmates. I still stand by this. Connor and Oliver have every possibility of being perfectly happy with other people. Gallavich on the other hand, suffer from the opposite problem. No one is sure if they are endgame anymore, but without a doubt, they are soulmates. No one could make Ian as happy as Mickey. No one understands him like Mickey. No one has been there for him like Mickey, not even his own family. And there’s not a single thing Mickey wouldn’t do for him.  

For five seasons, the writers on Shameless developed these beautiful characters and this amazing relationship. We see Mickey grow from a rough, violent, closeted thug to someone who finally finds freedom in being with the man he loves. I’ve never seen character growth that comes close to what Mickey Milkovich has given us. And I love the tragedy of it all. Right when Mickey is finally able to admit to himself (and the world) that he wants to be with Ian in every sense of the word, that’s when Ian begins to lose himself. Their relationship has been one obstacle after the next. Mickey’s time behind bars, Mickey’s father, Ian’s illness… 

And that’s not to say it’s been one sided. For the first three seasons, Ian fought tooth and nail to be with Mickey. And Ian never stopped loving him, even if it took him seven fucking seasons to say the words ‘I love you.’ This is why I still believe in Gallavich being endgame. If Ian ever utters those words to another love interest on the show, the words will be devoid of all meaning. Mickey is the only one for him. And we see this in S6 and S7 where Ian has the emotional depth of a zombie. He’s only there as a plot device to be improved by his partners. He’s like a blank slate. And when Mickey returns, so does Ian. The real Ian Gallagher. Ian and Mickey shine together on screen. They always have. They literally live and breathe together. 

I can’t say the same for Coliver. Not even close. 

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TRC AESTHETIC: Helen Gansey

“Helen had a laugh like a cartoon character: Ha ha ha ha! It was an intimidating laugh that tended to make men suspect that they were possibly the brunt of it.”

POR v CHI Summary

Chicago:

  • Plays better
  • Creates more opportunities
  • Plays all over the field
  • Makes plays and passes left and right
  • Has a PK that’s not called
  • Is on full attacking mode
  • Still defends and gets the ball back
  • JJ-Huerta-Press connection working

Portland:

  • Does nothing
  • We’re in PDX though

Result: Portland wins.

For me, I view Captain Swan in Seasons 2 to 6 as one big beautiful gifset, perfectly capturing the most amazing and epic love story.

Season 7 I see as the bonus gif at the end that the creator just can’t help but throw in.

No matter what happens in the next season, whether Emma and Killian are separated by this curse, there’s one thing that this show has taught us. Curses are there to be broken.

We still have at least one confirmed JMo episode to come. It’s not much but there it is. Season 7 is the bonus, the extra.

So whether or not you will be tuning in for season 7, there’s one thing I am sure of. Nothing can take those 5 seasons of Captain Swan away from us. Ever. They are ours to keep until the end of time. And as for season 7? That’s just a potential cherry on the top of the most delicious cake in existence and it’ll keep us sustained for years, cherry or not.

Grab a fork and dig in.

this was supposed to be short, but my rambling got the best of me

Okay, Trini being a cute and awkward gay mess is adorable asf but Trini being a chivalrous sweetheart gets me in the feels. Like she wouldn’t even have to be doing big stuff, just holding the door open for Kimberly or buying her a flower just because or sending Kimberly a picture that reminded Trini of her.

Zack trying to make fun of Trini by poking fun at the fact that she would literally jump over the car to open her girlfriend’s door and Trini just raising her eyebrow and him and saying, “romance and chivalry aren’t dead y'know” before slamming the door into his face when he tries to get out.

Jason trying to tell Trini to tone it down because she’s going to attract unwanted attention when she’s literally blurring to stand in front of Kim when a car splashes onto a puddle or carrying Kim around town without breaking a sweat

Billy being confused when Trini lands herself in detention for the rest of the year because she usually just saunters in without reason but understanding once he sees the faded bruising on her knuckles and face plus the fact that Ty and some of the other football players aren’t at school for a week or two due to some mysterious fight that happened after school.

Kim just playfully rolling her eyes at her adorkable gf while secretly swooning when she does things like this.

The rangers ship it

The Harts and Scotts ship 

 Alpha and Zack are #1 shippers

Billy’s mom and Zack’s mom ship it

Jason giving the “if you hurt her” big brother speech to Trini

Trini paying rapt attention and taking it seriously

Zack trying to give the same speech to Kim, but Kimberly can’t really take him seriously when he’s hanging upside down by his shoelaces

Kim being intimidated and taking it seriously when Zordon gives her the overprotective “wall-dad” speech because he knows what Trini goes through at home, especially when he’s seen Trini wander into the pit to release some frustration and cry because of her parents

Mateo and Isaac (Trini’s brothers) originally not liking Kim because they feel like she’s taking Trini away from them before eventually and slowly warming up to her when they notice how happy she makes their sister and how Trini smiles more

The Count of Monte Cristo is a mysterious eccentric billionaire vigilante who fights crime in disguise while tormented by unrequited love and the untimely death of a parent and assisted by his loyal butler so literally nothing anyone says will convince me that he isn’t Batman