is quite awful


Humanity…  It’s not a state. It’s a… It’s a quality.
↳ Leo Elster, 1x08

“it’s a bit impossible to forget about the boy who traces the constellations in the sky“ 

- @seung-vi / inkingbrushes 

Imagine Castiel baking a pie for Dean, all adorable determination to make it absolutely perfect, and Dean feels his heart swell a few sizes since he can’t remember the last time someone made such an effort for him .

And though the pie turns out to be quite awful – the crust is way too dry and Castiel obviously mixed up sugar and salt somewhere along the way – Dean can’t help grinning from ear to ear and saying, “It’s really great, I love it!”, because the angel’s beaming smile is worth everything.

The Walk of Shame

Context: I’m playing Shadowrun for the first time in a solo campaign (I’m new to tabletop RPG’s in general so I’m a major idiot) and my rigger gets a job from a Mr. Johnson to convince a guy working for Ares to go to work for Heckler and Koch.
My first mistake was losing track of the objective, thinking that the only way to accomplish the mission was to assault the fortified gun store my target worked at and straight-up kidnapping him. To my credit, I conducted pretty thorough surveillance and came up with a not-quite-awful plan of attack.
On the night I planned my raid, I parked my pickup around the corner, set the autonav function to drive the truck into the parking lot, and had my drone sit in the passenger seat with instructions to push the autonav button after five minutes.
Me: I’m looking around the corner at the store. Do I see any guards?
GM: No.
Me: Do I see any lights in the windows?
GM: All windows have dim light.
Me: *proverbial lightbulb goes on* Wait… are there any cars in the parking lot?

GM: *snickers* No.
Me: *realizing target isn’t there* FUCK.

I spend the next couple of minutes debating what to do when this happens:

GM: You see a truck drive past you.

Me: Where’s it going?
GM: It’s pulling into the store’s parking lot.

Me: Can I see who’s inside?

GM: *snickers again* Your drone’s in the passenger seat.

Me: God dammit…

I ended up having to walk across the street, get in the truck, and drive away with my head hung in shame. I imagine it would’ve made quite the display for anyone watching the security cameras.


I’ll ask you this favour, man to man…

I Want To Shout It From The Rooftops

Summary: In which keeping their relationship a secret is proving too difficult, and one is wishing for change.

Genre: Fluff / Songfic

Song: Secret Love Song, Pt. II

Warnings: Elements of angst, minor mention of alcohol

Word Count: 4.3k

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A/N: So here is my (long overdue) collab with the super lovely @galaxyhowlter

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The male alien realized he was being observed. He turned and waved toward Able. Her mind began to race. This was an extraterrestrial being that was acknowledging her presence. At that moment, she took in all of his features; his glossy purple skin, chestnut brown hair, his attire, his blocky glasses and his sharp pearly whites.

Able was too taken aback to return the greeting, and soon became flustered.


JANICE: i’m telling you! she had messy black hair and short sleeves! she LEAPED over the balcony right over there!! 

PICKLE: uh huh. she… jumped off a penthouse balcony?

JANICE: YES!!! there’s a pool beneath! she must be some sort of acrobat!

PICKLE: can you confirm this is true, Cleo?

CLEO: beats me, i just came over because i thought there was a party going on. sadly… there was not. only Janice… *sigh*

PICKLE: oh, i’m sorry to hear that… she is quite awful, isn’t she?


prompt: ‘I was dancing in my room just to realize my window was open and you live next door’ AU

with Robb Stark

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @is-that-not-something

Waking up to beautiful, bright sunshine on a Monday morning was the best, especially when you had a day off from work. You get out of bed, push the curtains to the side and open the window to let in some fresh air.

Days like this were heavenly. Everyone else was long gone or just rushing out to catch the next train and get to work. Not you. There was absolutely nothing on your plate today and you were going to enjoy it thoroughly.

You gave the, what you thought was the best so far, performance of ‘dancing queen’ while you twirled around the room with a loud singing voice to accompany your dancing moves. It looked and sounded good in your head, though that was probably not true at all. You had always been quite the awful singer.

You suddenly stop when you hear a strange noise and spin around the room, looking for ist source. Nothing here. Confused, your attention moves over to the open window, almost giving you a heart attack.  

Your neighbour leans on his open window, elbows on the windowsill and claps his hands as he watches you with an amused smirk.
“Don’t stop on my account, I was enjoying the show.” He yells over with a slight wave of his hand and a smile that would make you melt if you weren’t so utterly embarrassed right now.

You quickly slam the window shut and pull the curtains, vanishing out of sight as fast as possible.
“Nooooo…” You drop on the bed and bury your face into the pillows with a wailing sound of agony. That was not how his day should have started!

Requested by anonymous

Thundercest AU; Both twins graduate highschool, ready to start a new part of their lives and go to college. On the day of the celebration, Max surprises the whole family by dropping down on one knee and revealing that he and Pheebs have been dating secretly for a year.

Note; This is not my best work, I know and I apologize for the crappiness !! It was a bit hard understanding what you really wanted but I hope this is still it/close to it. !!

imagine john walking into their room and sherlocks like halfway through putting on one of johns jumpers and he just freezes and johns like “sherlock, what. are you doing” and sherlocks eyes are big and he just stammers out “well theyre quite, awful you know and i wanted to, to observe closer” and johns just “they smell like me dont they” and sherlock nods, blushing, so john wraps his arms around him and says “you can have the real thing you know”

so I was catching up on FrankJavCee’s past few videos since I hadn’t watched one in a couple months, when suddenly a shittily-photoshopped Hillary Clinton Blank Banshee meme I made for my old defunct tumblr blog (rest in peace Make America Aesthetic Again </3) appeared in the background of his Blank Banshee review. I’m honestly just so honored & like… this is my legacy.

life has been really quite awful all around lately but this genuinely made my morning & probably my whole month, thank u Frank.

AG: I think the game knows it’s always gonna 8e played 8y kids, and it always rigs it so they enter right around the cusp of sexual maturity, whatever the race is.
AG: Which kinda makes sense, since if they succeed, they’ve got their whole lives ahead of them to do whatever the hell they’re going to do in their universe, like start repopul8ing and whatnot.
AG: That means the game also knows it’s got to deal with all these damn kids who are coming of age while playing it!
AG: I really think how successfully they mature is tied to success in the game. It challenges the players in all the ways they need to 8e challenged to grow, which is different for every individual, and veeeeeeeery different for every race.
AG: I don’t think we were so hot at that aspect of the game. In fact, I’m sure we were quite awful. Hell, even I wasn’t that gr8 at it! I actually just kinda fell ass 8ackwards into the god tier, to 8e honest.