it probably isn't as funny as i think it is right now

random quotes from Super Best Friends play Final Fantasy XV

“I want him to just pick this thing [Carbuncle] up and eat it.”

“I remember that first trailer back when I was nine. This game took 85 years to come out.”

“Noctis looks like such an asshole I can’t stand it.”

In game: Find out what Gladiolus is weak to and let him have it.
Matt: “He’s weak to insults about his performance in the bedroom.”

“Prompto is the most boyband of them all.”

“When Noctis’s Papa Roach CD is done, the game is over.”

Patt: “I will rescue you buddy.” *revives Prompto*
Matt: “I rescued you with my magical boy hands.”
Patt: “My magical boy hands for my magical boy bands.”

“When teaming up with your buddies nobody can stop the amount of dicks you draw on each others faces.”

*seeing Ifrit in the first cutscene*
Patt: “The fact that it’s a perfect naked man that will not leave his chair–”
Matt: “I feel like at the end of my life that’s what I’ll be fighting. And I will fail.”

*imitating Regis* “So your boybands doing shit huh, what, you’re gonna go on tour?”

“Gladio can you please button up your shirt it’s distracting everyone.”

“Gladiolus looks like he’s from The Bouncer. In fact he might be from The Bouncer for all we know.”

“Gladiolus and Ignis look like that one guy from The Bouncer in the cactaur outfit put into two people.”

*Matt, imitating Regis again* “Remember Noctis, every moment you live is a disappointment for me.”

“And please… do something about your hair. It’s a constant embarrassment.”

*Patt, now imitating Regis* “You look like such an asshole, but, you’re my asshole.”

“It would really suck if he was doing the deed with Lunafreya, and he yells out some other dumb girls name in the Final Fantasy universe. Like ‘Oh! Yunalesca!’ and she’s like ‘Who the fuck is Yunalesca?’ ”

Matt: “Push the fucking car losers!”
Patt: “Push the car, and make sure that Gladio’s butt is the one that’s really in center there.”

“Why is Prompto always on the floor?”

“Wait, I don’t wanna play as Gladiolo– Gladiyolo, god–”

*after seeing Noctis summon his weapons* “No wonder she’s getting married, she probably saw that and went ‘Yes!’ ”

*sees Ignis walk off in the background* *Matt bursts into laughter* “Ignis is just like ‘fuck it I’m out of here!’.”

“I’m seeing photos people are posting of these guys taking selfies with themselves walking around in the background.”

Patt: “I just did a backflip slash for no reason, other than I think Noctis thought it was cool.”
Matt: “Well it’s because he knew Prompto was watching.”

“That should be the Logo of our channel – stop bitching, start killing.”

*Prompto starts singing the FF victory tune* “AHH!!– AH YEAH! ALL RIGHT, YOU WON ME OVER!”

*Ignis explains the Crownsguard attire* Patt: “Oh, so that’s why. They’re forced to dress boyband.”
Matt: “Or forced to dress like they just raided a Hot Topic.”
Patt: “It’s the law… So the King, that King? [Regis] Was like ‘everyone has to dress like this in my army’.”
Matt: “Okay, you know what? Fair enough. I never realize that.”
Patt: “That King is the weirdest old man in the world.”

*imitating Regis* “I want all the hot boys to dress in leather in my army.”

“Cindy, and one of these guys, I wanna help that along.”

Matt: “You know what this place [Hammerhead] needs!? It need one of those big inflatable floaty guys!”
Patt: “And it should be a cactaur.”
Matt: “Yeah! OH!! That makes me so excited!”
Patt: “There might be in here, who knows?”

“Why aren’t your lips moving Ignis?”

🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
fic: No Strings

title: no strings.

genre: smut/humour

word count: 3000

description: Phil really misses sex and it turns out that Dan really misses sex, too. So…they just decide to have sex together. No strings. FWB minus the usual dramatic storyline that follows. Hilarity and #bants ensues.

“Just sex?” Phil repeats, “No strings?”

“Yes,” Dan nods, “that’s generally what no strings means,”

“Literally just sex?”

“Fucking hell. Look, Phil, I can spell it out for you or you can put your dick in my ass - it’s totally your choice. Have sex and be satisfied or wank alone to a Muse song again. What’s it gonna be?”

a/n: this is obviously smut but it’s actually funny too i promise, and it’s not like super graphic smut where you’ll cringe or whatever it’s…well, you’ll see. just read it and trust me.

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anonymous asked:

do you think the amount of things they keep to themselves is part of the appeal of them? i mean obviously they are truly kind hearted people who are very funny and quirky but do you think fans of theirs would be as... intense if they laid everything out on the table from the get-go? (this isn't to say what they choose to share is not enough, their privacy is completely valid and understandable). idk it's just something i've been thinking about

i definitely think there is is huge allure to dan and phil through their private lives. everyone is a voyeur and just wants to know everything about everyone and live vicariously through them so that’s why youtubers are so popular. but i think the ambiguity around dan and phil is so interesting because they share bits and pieces of their personalities and lives but we know so little about them? it’s probably why the phandom even exists in the first place. the grey areas of their relationship and private life are just so damn entertaining and easy to fill in with our own imaginations. 

i’m sure dan and phil would get by just as fine if they put everything on the table right now but i don’t think they would be as successful without their mysterious and appealing past. most other youtubers don’t have as large or intense a following because they are so open. but dan and phil are almost like a book or tv show in that there are spaces to fill with whatever we went. that’s what fandoms are usually built around, the grey areas. so if they just came clean with everything now i think they would still have a following but it def wouldn’t be as emotionally strung all the time. it’s just fun to imagine

bottomsamandjaredlibrary  asked:

Jensen tweeted Elta a 'Happy Birthday' post on insta and called her his best friend with an added "I love you, D." and I'm just staring at it like "ah, okay." and went back to sleep. I'm not even keeping up any more because they're trying SO hard to "Beard the fuck up." that it's not even funny any more, like if they wanted to reclaim their hetero back then they should have tone it down some way back then. No, it's society's damn fault. Fuck you society. Being gay isn't wrong, you dumbfucks.

Hello, my darling!

In the midst of these stormy seas I’m reminded of an incident that occured not  long ago - do you remember when Jared serenaded Jensen with “Right Here Waiting” and Jensen responded with “Everything I Do (I Do It For You)”? I’m saying this because I think Jensen could be picking up the slack when Jared isn’t up for some bearding. I don’t think we’ve seen Jared’s real presence over at his social media accounts for a while.

Jensen’s ig post was pretty telling to me. First off, the picture of D is probably ages old. She hasn’t had blonde hair or had her eyebrows styled like that in ages. Compare to this!

Secondly, here’s the caption with my added emphasis “I know we celebrated all weekend but I just had to throw out one last #happybirthday to my best friend on the planet.  I love you, D.“ So, huh? Jensen wants to reinforce the idea he spent the entire weekend at Austin. Well, that only furthers my suspicions that he could’ve left on Sunday to celebrate Tom’s birthday and to join his husband.

I wonder if the surrogate is indeed the cause of this storm or if the J’s are cooking up something big behind the scenes. This social media bearding is on overkill mode right now and I’ll be surprised if the hets or general fans don’t find it strange.

This dog and pony show does nothing to convince me the J’s aren’t a couple. They’ve survived over a decade of smoke and mirrors, weddings, births, rumours and storms of all kind. An unconfirmed rumour of a surrogate won’t bring them down, my dear! We must stand in staunch support of our OTP in these trying times - their ship will sail through it all.

Don’t let any of this bring you down, sweetheart! I hope you have a lovely day ahead of you. Thank you for the message!

Originally posted by darlingcap

PS: Jensen may be able to write an adoring sentence or two about D, but does he sing to her? Does he heart-eye her? I think not.

  • Miss Schnee: Weiss. Winter. Thank you for coming. *Miss Schnee greeted her daughters with a brief hug as that take their seats with in a restaurant.*
  • Weiss: Of course mother. Is everything alright? *Weiss asked, taking hold of the tea set out for them.*
  • Winter: Whitely isn't being a brat and giving you trouble since you took control of the company, named Weiss the heiress again, and divorced that pitiful excuse of a man Jacques, is he? *Winter question before taking a sip of her own tea.*
  • Miss Schnee: No. Nothing of the sort. Besides he is living with his father now. It's actually something that I am bit nervous to tell you both. She said pouring herself some tea.*
  • Winter: What is it?
  • Weiss: Mother you can tell us anything.
  • Miss Schnee: Well. You see. *she started, lifting her tea cup to take a sip.* I have meet someone.
  • Weiss: *chocks on her tea slightly as Winter just looks surprised.* Cough cough! Really? So soon?
  • Winter: I must admit. I thought is would be a year before you started looking for someone to replace Jacques.
  • Miss Schnee: I will admit I was quite surprise myself when I first met him during a business trip to Vale. However after talking with him and him asking me to dinner, we, how does the saying go, hit it off quite nicely. *Miss Schnee smiled warmly at memory of their first date*
  • Weiss: Mother, As Happy as I am to hear that you have found someone that makes you happy. I must ask if you are sure they aren't... *Weiss trailed off not wanting to upset her mother until Winter put it bluntly.*
  • Winter: Are you sure they would just trying use you for money or to take the company?
  • Weiss: Winter!
  • Miss Schnee: It's quite alright, Weiss. I have had the same thoughts when he first asked me on a date but after a wonderful time at a fair and a few more dates with extremely lovely nights. *At this both Schnee sisters cringed at what their mother was implying.* I learned something quite surprising.
  • Winter/Weiss: Which is?
  • Miss Schnee: He has, and still doesn't, have any thought that I am the head of the schnee dust company.
  • Weiss: *Winter and Weiss both stared at their mother's victorious smile, then at each other and back to their mother as Weiss is the first to speak.* Come again?
  • Winter: Who could he not know who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Well he is from a small island in Vale and when he asked me what I do for a living I told him a half truth and said I work for the company instead of running it.
  • Weiss: I guess that is one way to make sure he isn't after your money but when are you going to tell him who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Funny you should ask that. I asked him and his family to join us here so we can all meet.
  • Winter/Weiss: Him and his what? *the schnee sister said simultaneously when they both hear very familiar voices from behind them.*
  • Ruby: Whoooooooooooa! Look at this place!
  • Yang: Wow Dad. First a surprise trip to Atlas to meet you mystery girlfriend and now a dinner at a fiver start restaurant. Nice.
  • Qrow: Jeez Tai. You lady friend sure has expense taste. You sure you can afford this?
  • Tai: As long as Ruby doesn't go overboard on the deserts, yeah... I think?
  • Winter: *Both Weiss and Winter slowly turned to face the Xiao-long/Rose family with a look of surprise and dread.* Weiss, Why is most of your here?
  • Weiss: I don't... I haven't the faintest-
  • Miss Schnee: *Suddenly Weiss and Winter's mother stood up called out with a smile.* ~Oh Darling!~
  • Weiss/Winter: DARLING!?
  • Tai: *Tai as well as Ruby Yang and Qrow, who is drinking out of his flack, turned towards them before Tai smiled.* Oh There she is! *He then headed over as his daughters followed meanwhile Qrow stood in place as his flack fall from his hand. Once at the table He and Miss Schnee shared a kiss as he said.* Hello Sweetie.
  • Weiss: SWEETIE!?
  • Ruby: Huh? Oh hey Weiss.
  • Yang: What are you doing here?
  • Tai: Girls, I want you to meet my girlfriend Diana. Diana these are my daughters Yang and Ruby.
  • Miss Schnee: It's a pleasure to meet you both. *Miss Schnee greeted as she held out her hand shaking both a excited Ruby and surprised Yang hand.* I suppose you already know one my daughters already.
  • Tai: I do? *Tai raised an eyebrow before look at a growing paler Weiss and Winter who is still staring at a just as shocked Qrow.* Weiss? Winter? What are... Wait. YOU'RE DIANA SCHNEE!? *Tai shouted in surprise.*
  • Miss Schnee: Guilty~. *Miss Schnee smiled playfully.*
  • Weiss: You got to be kidding me.
  • Yang: I... Wow.
  • Ruby: *Gasps happily.* Does this mean we are sisters now!
  • Weiss: NO!
  • Miss Schnee/Tai: Probably/Maybe.
  • Weiss: Mother! I'm sorry, and no disrespect to you Mr. Xiao-Long, But you can't date two of my teammate's father! Winter, Please say something!
  • Winter: *At the mention of her name, Winter stood up from her seat and walked over to Qrow and pulled him over to the table next to her mother.* Ahem, as long as we are introducing our special someones. Mother, This is Qrow Branwen. My fiance.
  • Miss Schnee: Pleasure to meet you.
  • Qrow: Uh, Yeah. Likewise.
  • Weiss: ... What?
  • Yang: So does this make Weiss our sister or aunt?
  • Weiss: What!?
  • Ruby: *hugs Weiss and squeals with joy* AUNTIE SISTER!~
  • ~RWBY dormroom~
  • Blake: *Blake shot up at the sound of her teammate scream.* What the!? Weiss? Are you okay?
  • Weiss: *Weiss panted heavily looking around.* Y-eah... Yes... It was just a nightmare.
  • Blake: Are you sure you are okay?
  • Weiss: Yes. It was nothing.
  • Blake: ... Okay. Just get some rest. You got to go tomorrow see your mother back in Atlas tomorrow. *Blake yawned as she layed back down and added as she turned to the wall.* Oh and say hi to Yang and Ruby for me if you see them.
  • Weiss: Right. Of course. Good night. *Weiss mutter laying back down before shooting right back up.* Wait excuse me?
  • Blake: Yang texted me that their dad has taken them to Atlas. Ruby even sent pictures. *THUD!* Huh? Weiss? Are you- *Blake asked until she found Weiss on the ground.* ... Sweet dreams Weiss.
Mind at Work - Peter Parker

Alright, I’m going to try and write this in Peter’s perspective.
Fic #5 of the Hamilton Prompts
Song: The Schuyler Sisters

My Dearest, Y/N,

I don’t remember the first that we met, but I do remember the first time I knew that I loved you. We were paired up in American History, which was good, because I needed help focusing, and you were nothing if not a sureness I could focus on. 

Our teacher, Ms. Darling, was obsessed with the musical, Hamilton. Which was good, because I was, too. When you quoted Hamilton lyrics to me, I knew that we were meant to be. But it was much more than just quoting it. 

We were working on our project, when one of the swimming boys, Gary Webber (Yes, pun intended), came up to you. You were still new, having only moved here late last year. Everyone was interested in you.

Excuse me, Y/N,” he said. “I know it’s not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy’s got money.” I remember the look of shock on your face. I know you shouldn’t have looked so beautiful when you were affronted, but you did. You always did. 

“Excuse me?” you said. Everyone in the class was learning Hamilton lyrics in class, and it was no secret that you loved it, but this was a pathetic attempt. (In my humble opinion.)

Why you slummin’ in the city in your fancy heels, you searchin’ for an urchin who can give you ideals?” You smiled a little, and I worried that you maybe liked him. Especially when you started to play along.

“Webber, you disgust me.”

“Ah,” he said, his sick smirk growing larger. “So you’ve discussed me.”

“Not really.”

Hey, I’m a trust fund baby, you can trust me.” It seemed like you had been rolling your eyes the entire time, but in this moment, they went back even further.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I’m not. I’ve been watching you all class.” He leaned over our shared table and beamed at you. (In a disgust manner, no doubt.) This was the key moment that I fell pretty much head over heels for you. 

“You know what I’ve been doing in class? I’ve been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine. Some men say that I’m intense or I’m insane. You want a revolution, I want a revelation, so listen to my declaration. We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal, and when I meet Thomas Jefferson - I’ma compel him to include women in the sequel!”

WORK!” I shouted. You looked at me and laughed. I was always impressed by the fact that you memorized the song so well. Clearly, Gary had not been as prepared as you and looked mostly confused. You rolled your eyes again and sat down next to me.

“Go away, Webber,” you said. I winked at him, because for some reason I felt pride in you, and in that moment I wanted him to know it, too. He slumped away and you sighed, before getting back to our work.

“I’m sorry about that,” I said after a few minutes.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because Gary is an asshole.” You smiled at me, and I melted. 

“It’s not your fault. But thank you. Thanks for singing along,” you said, looking down at your paper. I smiled, and probably blushed, but you weren’t looking so who cares. 

“Of course. I’m always down to sing Hamilton lyrics.” You smiled at me once more and I knew that I couldn’t not do anything. But I waited patiently.

One day in class, when Kyle Backen actually answered a question, you leaned into me to whisper, “Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now.” And when someone made a joke about our city, I leaned in to your shoulder and said, “In the greatest city in the world!” 

You would always say, because the incident with Gary Webber happened in different instances, with different boys, with different levels of success, that you were looking for a mind at work. So every time that I thought of a lyric, or something witty to say, I would say it, just to impress you. 

I hope that I did that. I hope that you think about me as much as I do. I hope you consider my mind a mind at work. 

What I really mean, is, Y/N, since this letter is addressed to you, and I’ve only been telling a story, I really like you. And I know you only see me as a friend. (If even) But I would love to get to know you better. 

So, Y/N, will you go out with me? If not, I hope that we can still be friends, because I cherish our friendship. But I would be remiss if I didn’t at least tell you.

-Peter Parker (American History)-

anonymous asked:

To be honest it bothers me quite a bit that, to me, Peridot doesn't seem to be taken seriously at all as a character. Like she is just comic relief now instead of a well-rounded character with emotions. She hasn't had any emotional episodes or really any emotional moments and that bothers me. She's been through allot and I would just really like to see her have some kind of breakdown that isn't played for laughs, you know?

Honestly, Anon?  I’m going to have to strongly disagree.

Sometimes it’s played for laughs but that’s always been the case, to a degree (see also: Friend Ship).  In some ways, that’s part of what does make her well-rounded – sometimes her scenes are comedic and other times they’re really serious and/or emotionally-charged.

She really has had some truly emotional moments…

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

Originally posted by doafhat

…starting with this episode right here - Catch And Release.

Peridot was absolutely terrified in this episode; and whereas her rage was sometimes played for laughs (such as chasing Steven around while slapping him, and trying to flush herself down the toilet with that disgruntled look on her face), her actual fear wasn’t treated as something comedic.  Far from it, in fact.

In these GIFs, we see her have an actual meltdown for the very first time.  She’s scared for her life and it shows.  She’d previously been this cocky smartass who was basically running rings around the Crystal Gems - but here, she’s not like that.  She truly thinks she’s trapped on the earth and is going to die when the Cluster emerges; nothing about this scene is amusing.  We’re supposed to feel bad for her.


She’s then further reduced to sitting on the floor of Steven’s bathroom, desperately clutching onto the limb enhancer’s foot like some sort of comfort object - before flinching away from Steven with what looks like tears of fear in her eyes when he playfully suggests that a towel can be used as a “weapon”.  Her reaction to Steven here is actually heartbreaking, and might even suggest that she’s used to being attacked, hence her instinctive reaction to cover her face as well as her belief that everything around her is some sort of weapon.

Originally posted by impica

In the very next episode, When It Rains, we get another emotional Peridot scene where she faces up to something that she’s terrified of – the unknown.  This is an absolutely huge moment for Peridot and the way the scene plays out is just beautiful.

Originally posted by jazzmosis12

And let’s not forget her heartfelt apology to Amethyst in Too Far.

Originally posted by cartoonnetwork

Or her shedding a tear in Gem Drill when she laments about Homeworld and how different her life is now.

During (and since) her redemption, she’s also started to show empathy for others…

…and nowhere has this been more apparent than with how she behaves around Lapis.

In the scene above, Peridot gives quite a powerful speech to Lapis about how she knows what Lapis is going through, even after Lapis broke her beloved tape recorder.  Again, this is a serious scene showing a different side to Peridot’s personality and isn’t being played for laughs.

There’s also this emotionally-charged scene in Room For Ruby, where Lapis opens up to Peridot and Steven about how she’s feeling – and Peridot looks absolutely heartbroken by how upset Lapis is.

I do agree though, to an extent, that Peridot does bottle some things up; but it’s bound to come out eventually.  I can’t imagine that we won’t see some sort of reaction from her regarding her past behaviours, for example (such as trying to kill the Crystal Gems and being willing to leave the earth to die).  It’s probably just that now isn’t the right time for it. 

In order to achieve a balance with her character, there has to be enough funny scenes to balance out the emotional ones – and the fact that a fair few of her scenes are played for laughs actually makes the emotional scenes have much more impact.

anonymous asked:

This isn't a prompt, but my kitten just woke me up by purring right by my face and proceeded to knead my cheek with her paws. I just have a funny feeling that if Dick turned into a cat, he'd sleep right by Jason's face and do the same to wake him up :D

So I did a thing with a kitten/cat Dick during JayDick week in October so this will be a little continuation of that. 

Dick’s Kitten Strut

Dick was a pain in the ass when he was a cat, plain and simple. He had clung to Jason all day, following him everywhere and meowing if Jason didn’t touch him. As soon as it was time to go to the manor so he could get checked out, Dick decided it was time to find the most hard to reach hiding spots in the apartment. He would go to one spot, have the gall to look innocent as Jason struggled to reach him, and then run off somewhere else before Jason could shove him into the cat carrier he’d gotten. 

It took three hours to get Dick into the carrier and he growled the whole way to the manor, expressing his discontent. Jason had scratches up and down his arms that were further proof of how unhappy Dick was to be put into the carrier. 

They were about halfway to the manor when Dick escaped and decided he was going to explore every nook and cranny of the car before he settled down in Jason’s lap, swatting at his hand anytime Jason made any moves to touch him. He didn’t know how present Dick was in his own head right now, but Jason was going to give him an earful when this was all over. 

He tried to coax Dick back into the carrier when they got to the manor, but Dick wriggled away from him whenever he tried, so he settled for carrying Dick in his arms. Alfred greeted them at the door and Jason offered him a smile. 

“Dick had a bit of a rough night,” Jason said as he rubbed Dick between the ears, smiling when Dick started purring as if he hadn’t been a pain earlier that day. 

“I see,” Alfred said as he raised an eyebrow. “Shall I prepare some fish for Master Grayson?” He reached forward and started petting Dick, who ate up the attention like he’d been starved. 

“I think he’d appreciate it,” Jason said. “I offered him canned tuna and he turned his nose up at it. He tried to get into the cereal but I had to hide it.”

“At least this transformation hasn’t changed his dietary preferences,” Alfred commented as they made their way back towards the kitchen, Dick meowing when his hand vanished. “Would you like lunch as well Master Jason?”

“Please,” Jason said as he made his way back towards the grandfather clock. He went down to the cave and Bruce was waiting for him at the computer. Dick, who had been content in his arms, squirmed and jumped into Bruce’s lap, climbing up and perching on his shoulders. 

“What happened exactly?” Bruce asked as he reached up and around to run a hand over Dick’s fur, but Dick treated it like a game, batting at Bruce’s fingers, tail flicking. 

“We were at that weird new lab in the industrial district and this guy there, called himself the Scientist, threw a ton of stuff at Dick. He crashed pretty hard last night when he got home, insisting he would sleep it off, but then he woke up, and was acting weird. He was clinging a bit more than usual and purred, but he said not to call you, and then I woke up again and he was a cat. I don’t know how present he is. He recognizes me, seems to know his name, and knew his way around the apartment, but he also hid from me for three hours and when I tried to load him into the carrier he clawed the shit out of me.”

Dick perched his front paws on Bruce’s head and looked around the cave, his gaze locking onto something high above his head, probably some of the bats. 

“I’ll run some tests on him,” Bruce said. “You can go upstairs and wait.” 

Jason knew a dismissal when he heard one, so he went back upstairs, helping Alfred with lunch before going into the living room and falling asleep on one of the couches. 

He didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until something pressed into his face, and then again. he opened his eyes and Dick’s paws pressed into his cheeks. Dick mewed and Jason squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, taking in the sound of Dick’s purr before the paws pushed into his cheek again. 

“I’m awake I’m awake,” Jason said. “And you’re still a cat apparently.” Dick was curled up between Jason’s shoulder and the couch and he looked content. “You want some food, Dick?” He had a feeling Alfred had already fed him, but when Dick meowed again and looked at Jason with wide blue eyes, Jason sighed. “Alright, come on, Dick-Kitty, let’s get you some salmon.”

Dick hopped off the couch and Jason wondered again how well Dick understood him before he shrugged and went to get them both something to eat.

Alternative to Gabriel Being Dead #1

Originally posted by mebeingbored1

After pulling the best trick yet, Gabriel leaves his vessel and his insane brother and teleports out of this universe. He finds himself floating in space billions of miles from earth, which means there is not exactly a lot of vessels to pick from. But wafting around as a weird light spectrum thing is really boring now that he’s spent so long as a human…

To his shock, as he watches stars boil and burn… a solitary blue box floats past

And inside, he can sense a strangely shaped soul crushed by loss and indecision and self-loathing.

Well, whaddayaknow. Perfect.

He enters the box and flirts a bit with the adorable consciousness that controls this spaceship, but it becomes clear that the young woman is preoccupied. Her Time Lord’s ‘regeneration’ is going wrong. Huh. Hadn’t he heard of people like that? She leads him to a room filled with coral accents and an extensive control panel. And on the floor, a small form writhes in agony. A bright golden light flashes and sputters and the man screams. Then it starts all over again.

Can you help him?

What’s wrong with him? he asks the woman.

 He is fighting it.


Now the woman is distinctly peeved. He thinks he deserves to die. Because he ran away.

Wait a minute. Was this that guy?

They had only felt echoes of the Time War from their universe and Dad had blocked most of the effects. But they’d heard the stories. This was a war that rivaled Heaven’s.

And this was the man who ended it.

At least, Gabriel thought so.

And shoot, if there was ever a vessel that fit him, it was this one. Course, he could just heal the guy and leave but… what were the chances he’d find someone this compatible any time soon? Especially floating around in a nebula?

I can help him. But only if he lets me.

The woman nods quickly. She has slowed time as much as she can to preserve her charge’s life, but she can only do so much. Quickly!

Gabriel kneels (or whatever is the equivalent of a kneel for a being made of light and Grace) before the man. He closes his eyes and when he opens them again, he is inside the man’s mind.

Oh, he is different, very different from humans. This is not a soul he’d be able to distract with the telly for a few centuries. Oh no, he’d be wanting to ride shotgun.

Well, fine. As long as he had a body.

Gabriel tapped the man on the shoulder and in this blank space which was the man’s tormented mind, the fellow spun around. He was dark-eyed and quiet with brown wavy hair and a soft indecision in his movements. Probably this was what the man looked like originally. Hello, Gabriel wiggled his fingers in an obnoxious little wave.

Who are you?

Your salvation. Name’s Gabriel. Hi. Theta, yeah? Funny name.

The man creased his brow.  He didn’t seem particularly bothered by the fact that someone was in his head. What do you want?

A place to stay, Gabriel answered honestly. I’m not very quiet and some people say I'm kinda clingy, but I don’t really get that. The thing is, I don’t have anywhere else to go and you’re dying.

The man blinked. I’m dying.

Yes. Your ship is pissed.

This made him chuckle. It was the first sign of anything besides despair inside the man. I imagine so.

It took a bit of coercion, and several compromises he’d never actually bothered to make with a vessel before, but he’d do it. He did it. Time was running short.

So you’ll be just… running around… in me.

If that’s how you want it.

I want you to let me take control if I ask. If I… if I ever want to.

That would be irritating. Gabriel nodded. Okay. He couldn’t decide if it would be better for the man to ignore reality or face it…

Then… I say yes.

When Gabriel opened his eyes, he grinned and sat up and brushed down his ash and blood covered clothes, burnt from either regeneration energy or Grace or a combination of both. The Tardis crossed her arms and chewed her lip nervously. Doctor?

Gabriel, actually. Gabriel grinned at her and ran his hand over his hair. It was cut shrewdly short and his ears were absurdly large. Whatever. This guy changed faces anyway.

The Doctor sighed within him, not sadly, just with exhaustion. He curled up in a mental armchair and yawned. Wake me up when we… get… there.

The Tardis was still looking nervous. Is he okay?

He is sleeping right now. Gabriel hesitated before continuing. He wasn’t talking about the Doctor’s wounds anymore. He will recover. Everyone recovers eventually. It just takes time and it seems that time, of all things, is something he has plenty of.

And the Tardis smiles. She runs a quiet hand over some of the knobs. The ship rumbles and takes flight. Off to who knows where.

And the Doctor sleeps. He heals.

And Gabriel wonders how he came to be in such a position as this.

(should I write more? send me a message in one way or another if you’d like to see more/be tagged to see more, etc.)

  • (Not part of RoseGarden Snippet Stories) After that one RWBY Chibi episode of Nora drinking coffee, I'd think the new guy wouldn't understand to NEVER give Nora coffee.
  • Ozpin (in Oscar's head): Oscar. Have you ever thought of...getting coffee?
  • Oscar: No, not really. My aunt never let me have any.
  • Ozpin (in Oscar's head): But your aunt isn't here now is she?
  • Oscar: yeah, so?
  • Ozpin (in Oscar's head): cofeeeeee sounds really good right about now.
  • Oscar: Are you okay?
  • Ozpin (in Oscar's head): Never been better.
  • Oscar: Sure.
  • Nora: *slides up next to Oscar* Hey...Oscar. Can you do me a favor?
  • Oscar: Sure Nora.
  • Nora: could me some coooofeeee?
  • Oscar: First,the professor now you?
  • Nora: pleaseeee? Ren won't let me get some, and Ruby and Jaune refuse to listen to me!
  • Oscar: Nora, I may have just met you, but I personally think if you drank coffee, you'd explode.
  • Nora: I wouldn't explode. Maybe you would. It happens.
  • Oscar: fine. It can't hurt. I'll buy you one and oz one.
  • Ozpin (in Oscar's head): well. I mean it's not like I can taste it.
  • Oscar: then why'd you ask me, huh?
  • *Ozpin and Oscar bicker all the way back to their seats, where an attendant with a cart is waiting for them.*
  • Oscar: Where is Ruby, Nora and Ren?
  • Attendant: Your friends saw a Grimm in the last train car.
  • Oscar: Nora...don't you think you should help them?
  • Nora: *with a crazed look in her eyes* They'll be fine...I mean it's coffee!
  • Ozpin (in Oscar's head): C'mon...
  • Oscar: I'll have two large coffees. One black and one with extra sugar and cream. *"I'm totally going to regret this"*
  • Attendant: *makes coffee* Here you are, sir! This coffee is on the house! Or on the train!
  • Oscar: Really? Why?
  • Attendant: Cause one of your friends are really cute.
  • Nora: *spits out coffee* Which one? If it's Ren...
  • Attendant: The blonde one. He's so handsome and funny.
  • Nora: Wow. Um, okay.
  • Oscar: Yeah.
  • *awkward silence*
  • Attendant: Okay! I'll get going now.
  • Oscar: *sits down, takes first sip of coffee, spits it out* Ugh, how do you drink this stuff, Ozpin?
  • Ozpin (in Oscar's head): I lived and breathed coffee. You haven't lived if you haven't drank it.
  • Oscar: It's awful. And there's no point in drinking it if you can't taste it. How's your coffee, Nora?
  • Nora: *jittery, from all the coffee*
  • Oscar: Nora?
  • Jaune, Ren and Ruby rush back in
  • Jaune: We stopped the Grimm—Nora!
  • Ruby: Oscar! Did you give Nora coffee?
  • Ren: Seriously, does ANYONE listen to me?
  • Oscar: Sorry...
  • Ren: *sighs* It's fine. Nora will probably break the fourth wall, or pass out, but she'll be okay soon enough.
  • Oscar: Well, okay.
  • Ozpin (in Oscar's head): I don't know what to say. You children never cease to amaze me.
  • Oscar: Says the old man whose souls is intertwined with a teenager
  • Ozpin (in Oscar's head): Point taken.
  • Honestly, I love Oscar and Ozpin's interactions. It's so funny. I've seen many posts where people think Oscar is 12...which is very odd when it comes to RoseGarden stories...let's pretend he's 15 too, shall we?

randomnesstwo  asked:

hi, um, if you're still doing that one shot request thing, and if it isn't a bother, could you do angsty Jamilton? Pls, thx. Love your blog. Sorry, I'm awkward. Thanks! <3

My child, I too, am an awkward turtle. Just so we’re clear, I am now the tumblr mother to you all, and you all my adopted children. Any problems? No? Okay good.


Alex was bitter. Well, he was normally, but this was a different kind of bitter. Since freshman year of high school, he and Thomas had always been at each others throats. Whether it be in debate class, or just in general. Only in the end of their senior year - thanks to Laf’s ideas of seven minutes in heaven - their feelings were resolved. They began dating the summer before freshman year of college, and though they weren’t roommates - probably for the better - they’d been dating for two years.

But here he was, sat next to John and Herc gush to each other, talking about how cute Laf and Peggy’s Halloween costumes were, talking about how they were proud of their ideas. They knew how Alex was feeling - who didn’t? - but knew better than to interfere at this point. 

He and Thomas were, of course, dressed as one of the famous couples as were basically every other couple at the party. Thomas had the grand idea as coming as Adventure Time characters - so here he was sat, dressed as Marceline while Thomas was dressed as Princess Bubblegum, flirting with some bad dyed, fake boobed Fin. 

So yeah, he was bitter. Thomas, being the charmer he was, was flirting back. His curles were tamed, the crown sitting neatly on his head. Alex watched as he said something, the flirtly twinkle in his eyes as the girl blushed, giggling, hiding her face behind her cup.

Alex wanted to be mean, wanted to think harshly, but he didn’t know this girl. From what he could tell, or, you know, had snooped about, she was visiting, a cousin of Samuel Seabury. She may not have known Alex and Thomas were dating, but Thomas sure as hell did.

He had watched it for about ten minutes, watching as the two grew closer, until his heart couldn’t take anymore. He gets he and Thomas didn’t always get along, but hell, once they had started dating it was going amazing. Their political views were still basically polar, but they loved each other.

Or atleast, Alex loved Thomas. Watching this, Alex wasn’t so sure how Thomas felt. Knowing his friends were expecting him to blow up, he surprised them, a broken sigh coming from his mouth, he put his cup down, eyes brimming with tears as he left the building. John called after him, Herc glaring daggers at Thomas.

Lafayette and Peggy - dressed Belle and Adam - walked over, having seen Alex leave. “What is wrong with out dear Alexander?” 

Herc said nothing, but Laf, following where he was glaring, turned, seeing Thomas still chatting - flirting - away with the blonde. Laf felt his blood boil. He and Thomas were close - well, as close as twins could be - but he cherished Alex just as much.

“Excuse me, mon cheri.” He kissed Peggy’s cheek, hiking the yellow dress higher, he stormed his way over to his twin.

“So, why is Laf, Belle and you’re - “

“Don’t question Lafayette and let me enjoy seeing his legs on display like this.” Peggy held her hand up, shutting John’s mouth.

“Pardon me, madam, but I need a word with my dear brother.” The blonde frowned, but nodded, sending a small smile to Thomas as she walked away, probably going to try and find her cousin. Thomas opened his mouth but was shut up, Laf’s hand smacking him across the face.

Gilbert what the hell - “

“No, you what the hell?!” Thomas said nothing, holding his cheek, “What the hell are you doing? No! Don’t answer that - what you’re doing is clear as day! To everyone! I had convinced everyone else to give you a chance when you and Alex began dating and I’m really regretting that seeing as they were right.”

“What do - “

“You don’t have the right to question what I mean! Here you are, attending a party, dressed as a couple with your boyfriend, and you’re flirting with someone else! So consumed in looking at the breasts of some girl you didn’t even notice Alex left the God damn party!” Thomas looked to where Alex had been, seeing Herc, John, Peggy, Eliza, Angelica, Burr, hell even James, but as Laf said, no Alex.

“No no, Laf listen - “

“No you listen Thomas - “

“Laf please! I wasn’t doing this intentionally! I - I know Alex gets jealous and it’s always funny - not funny, but like, you know how he is when he’s jealous, and he gets jealous over simple things! I just,” Thomas blushed, “I don’t know, we’d been arguing and I was getting scared of where our relationship was going and this was my dumbass way of seeing if he still cared.”

“Yes, he still cares about you. He does so much seeing you flirt with someone else right in front of him drove him away. So you better stop stumbling over your words and go make it up to Alex, cause if I hear about one more tear coming from Alex that isn’t because of pleasure, twin or not, I can and will ruin your life.” Laf turned, skirt sweeping dramatically behind him as he walked back.

God what had Thomas done? 

~     ~     ~

“A-Alexander?” Alex sniffled, wiping away his tears, throwing his outfit into his hamper. 

“What Jefferson?” Thomas flinched, hating the anger laced in Alex’s voice.

“Baby, look I’m so sorry - “

“Thomas, just, don’t, okay? Look I - I know I’m not perfect, I know I may not be good enough but please, if you’re going to - to be like this, just dump me. Don’t string me out, don’t - don’t break my heart and leave it, please.”

Thomas felt his own heart breaking, shattering beyond fix as he watched Alex look at him, eyes full of hurt, full of fear. Thomas was pissed at himself.

“God, no, Alex, I love you. I do.” Alex scoffed, “Yeah, but loving someone doesn’t mean flirting with other people.”

“No no I know I know I just,” Thomas pulled the crown off of his head, “I love you so much. More, than words can describe. And, with the stress we’d both been under, the arguements, I was scared. I was scared you were losing interest, that you and John were going to be picking up where I lacked, and I wanted to prove to myself you still cared.” 

“You were always so cute jealous and I thought - if I made you jealous, you’d storm over, you’d do your cute rant, your face would turn red and we’d come home, and I’d stop doubting myself. I never meant to hurt you - but, you know I don’t think things through!” He ran his hands through his curls best he could.

“Alex, I would never cheat on you. I’d never hurt you like that. I swear on my father’s grave, what I did was beyond stupid and I don’t know why I thought it was smart. But, Alex please, I love you so, so so much.”

“I love you too…” His voice was quiet, “You could have talked to me, you could have asked or - or said literally anything!”

Thomas nodded. “I know, I know. And - And I regret what I did, talking to her, flirting with her, I felt so uncomfortable. She’s just like Sam, she agrees with anything I say, changing her opinion to match mine, she doesn’t even live up to even the slightest bit of you. The whole time I kept picturing you, how you’d respond, how you’d act and what you’d say. I got so distracted thinking about you I - I hadn’t noticed anything wrong, really.”

“Thinking about how I’d act? Act to what? Your dumbass pick up lines?”

Thomas feigned hurt. “Dumbass pick up lines? Excuse me, I am amazing.”

Alex snorted. “Okay sure, your pick up lines suck worse every time you use them.”

“I have a good one in mind, and now I don’t even want to use it.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Then don’t.”

A pause.

“Okay you’ve convinced me.” Alex’s breathy laugh made him smile, and he sauntered up, arms lacing slowly across Alex’s shoulders, “You’re a fox, looking pretty good in your frocks, how ‘bout later we strip down to our socks.”

Alex stared at him, before bursting into laughter. “Oh my God, Thomas, what the hell?”

Thomas grinned triumphantly, “There’s that smile I fell in love with…”

Alex shook his head, wiping a few stray tears away. “Why do I date you?”

Thomas shrugged, “You love me.”

~     ~     ~     ~    ~

Too cheesy of an ending? I was going to make it sad but I couldn’t do that to my poor baby alex 

anonymous asked:

wait but do you still ship snowbarry? isn't it confusing to ship both snowbarry and snowbert?

i do, but right now i like more the idea of them. Barry is a jerk and he doesn’t care at all about Cait this season, it’s sad because we spent a whole season watching him caring about her and they developing the cutest friendship to possibly something more and now we have this ooc version of Barry who only cares about himself and won’t even try to help her at all, but still needs his ass to be saved by her constantly and last episode said maybe she’s beyond help when he didn’t do anything to change it, so does he expects her to transform back to Caitlin Snow after a pep talk or something? Ridiculous.

Funny how he promised future KF that he would help her, but so far… also funny how kinda reminds of what she said to him about his promises to Eddie and Ronnie, probably if he stopped making promises and actually did something, sh*t wouldn’t be that bad. sadly she knows him so well that basically everything she said in episode 9 still happens right now coz barry won’t freaking learn from his mistakes

but who cares? he has iris, everyone else be damned, right? NOT

It’s not confusing because i’ve been a multishipper since idk i started watching tv shows. hello csi, i miss you. and i like Julian, i think he and Cait are adorable and i love that he cares about her so much and she cares about him, not love god i hope they don’t force her to love him like they did with him, Tom F and Dani have chemistry and i hope with him there they will stop making Cait date every new guy, stick with Julian and give them development and i’m fine with it.

or make her bisexual and let her explore her sexuality with some of the arrowverse girls, i will also be fine with it 😉

the same songs with the same old rhymes

For @ransomweek

Prompt: in the open air 

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Justin Oluransi wasn’t the greatest with surprises. He was a plan man. Everything in his life could be narrowed down to a cleverly crafted eight-point plan. He expected his day to go quite normally: wake up at five; go for a run with Adam; have breakfast with Adam; do pre-round for the patients he’s following; do round with the attending; write up progress notes and orders; get lunch; go to lecture; follow up on labs; finish notes from earlier; study and finish orders; go home and have a nice relaxing dinner with Adam; watch Brooklyn 99 until they both decide that they’re tired and go to sleep.

He hadn’t planned on coming home to find Larissa Duan sitting in front of his apartment. She’s huddled in on herself, knees hiding her face. But her signature purple beanie and the duck keychain attached to her bag give her away.

“Lardo?” He says hesitantly. Frankly, he’s a little worried she’s a figment of his imagination (or worse, dead).

Larissa sniffles, unfolding her legs. Her eyes won’t meet his; they’re fixated on the rips in her jeans. Her eyes are listless. It occurs to Ransom that it’s November. Although Baltimore hasn’t seen its first big snow of the season, the wind is still brutal and unrelenting.  He debates picking her up himself, but remembers that Lardo hates being manhandled without permission.

“Do you want to come inside?” Justin flinches at how condescending his tone is. How mechanical and pseudo-empathetic it’s become. Like Larissa’s his patient instead of one of his best friends. She was one of his best friends.

Lardo doesn’t seem bothered, however. She rises with a graceful dexterity that reminds Justin of the afternoons when she and Eric would see who could balance more random shit on themselves until they caved (Bitty won most of the time).  As Justin unlocks the door, he wonders how Larissa found them (and when had hockey nicknames slipped off his lips like a tainted memory).

She slips in quietly behind him. He murmurs something about tea; she nods hastily, dropping her bag next to the couch. It’s green like the one back at the Haus. Adam had been sentimental when they found it on Craigslist.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he calls out as he turns on the stove.

As he fills up the kettle with water, Justin contemplates texting Adam. He doesn’t have a game until tomorrow, so he should be on his way back anyhow. It wasn’t easy figuring out where to settle down. Baltimore had been something of a compromise. The commute was a bitch for Holster, but he had an apartment in Arlington for nights when the drive was too much or a roadie was set to leave early. They were both happy with the careers they’d chosen. They were in love. If Adam scored a puck bunny every now and then, it was good their foreplay for later.

He doesn’t have the slightest idea why Larissa’s here. It’s been three years since they graduated. Everyone tried to keep up the first year, when Bitty was captain and the Frogs were juniors. Ransom and Holster had hardly heard from any of them in two years. There was a text in the group chat every now and then. But life went on, and the earth kept spinning.

Justin doesn’t realize that he’s staring out into space (and generally in Lardo’s direction) until he finds her staring back at him. Her scowl is hardened yet exhausted. As if she’s lost all the vigor and fight he used to love about her. He maintains eye contact longer than he assumes is polite. Ultimately, Larissa caves, going back to scrolling her phone as she curls more in on herself on the couch.

The kettle shrieks behind Justin. He scours the cupboard for the Jasmine tea mix he remembers Lardo sending as an apartment warming present (back when they’d first moved here, but that was two places ago). He puts that and the water into an infuser, letting it sit while he goes to attend to his house guest.

“We have a guest room around the corner,” he points out the general path. “There’s fresh towels in bathroom.”

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eerie-was-i  asked:

How do you think Nursey finds out that Dex isn't straight, and just how unchill is he about this discovery?


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Cursed Child Review - 3/5/17

Just remembered I needed to do this…. better late than never.

So, as a result of the play being recorded for archive purposes, I had a complete full cast for the first time since I was first saw the play in June. It also meant that the entire cast was on top form and it was, for me, probably the best performance I have seen from them.

Honestly, the best thing about the entire performance was the audience. Again, they had to be most responsive audience I have been a part of since the first I saw play. They gasped in all the right places, so much laughter, additional applause and cheers at certain points. To know there are people attending this play who genuinely have no idea of what happens, having managed to avoid spoilers for nearly a year, is brilliant and I hope there are people who continue to avoid spoilers if it means having a responsive audience.

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Part 1, Chapter 1: Omelet

Alice. I…

I want to start by saying…ah, shit!

Sorry, someone cut me off.

Anyway, I want to start by saying that this is not a story. It’s a road trip. Which…same difference. In a good one the start is exciting, and the finish is satisfying, and we end up somewhere else…somewhere a long way away from where we started.

I don’t know where this trip started, what counts as the first moment. But for a lack of a better answer, I’ll start with this:

I’ll start with the omelet.

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anonymous asked:

Hello there! Could you write about how Sebastian would admit that he actually is fond of/cares about someone who he usually teases/annoys for fun because it amuses him? I love your writing so much, I can't believe English isn't your native language, you write so well!

Are you serious?! I’m sooo happy then, thank you very much! (。✪ω✪。)

Sebastian liked the variety of expressions he could paint on your face only by using few simple sentences in suitable situations. Pout lips and reddened cheeks, sometimes hands trembling with an embarassment when he was commenting your attitude or actions, all of that seemed like the most precious entertainment showed for his own amusement and joy. He thought about you as a rather hard target, unlike many other women, you didn’t let him make fun of you whenever he wanted, cutting his oh so funny joke with a quick riposte. On the contrary to his beliefs, when the time passed by and you were spending evenings in the manor on reading books from the library, drinking the finests of teas or simply taking a walk, you actually hadn’t grown more vulnerable to him, moreover, he couldn’t get rid of the feeling that you were becoming more and more immune to him.

It was amusing yet quite pricking, as if there was somebody who was constantly and endlessly stabbing his back with a needle, reminding him that he shouldn’t have let you be so rough toward him. He was a demon, after all, and it was highly inappriopriate to let a plain human shut his mouth with few words just when he was about to tease them some more.

Sebastian was patient, he had the whole eternity to wait and that was what he was going to do if needed, only if it succeded with you finally admiting that he was capable of causing all those marvelous expressions to appear on your face. He just had to try a little bit harder, beware of not letting the others to notice his little game with you. And that was what he did, not even the slighest opportunity to annoy you could slip through his fingers, not caring about the tears that formed in your eyes when he made a cruel comment about your family’s wealth, not looking at your trembling fingers, tightly cupping the porcelain teacup when he apologized for not reminding you that there was a certain way of dressing demanded on the ball, not stopping smiling even when you gritted your teeth after he prepared that one and only meal you despised so much for the dinner with the earl.

Those and many other situations flashed through his mind in a matter of second almost making him laugh at his own childishness. Right now, he couldn’t force himself even for a polite smile which was constantly attached to his face in any other moment of his life.

You were sitting in the parlor, back turned to him and eyesight directed somewhere far away, outside the window and behind the heavy clouds and pouring rain. Warmth emanated from the fireplace, flames dancing across the wood consuming it and slowly turning into ashes, the light causing your tears to be more visible. You had to hear him coming in and yet you didn’t even flinch, probably hoping that he will just go and won’t try to make you feel even worse than you already did. At that moment you weren’t sure if there could be a chance for you to feel better, all of those harsh words said toward you with premeditation to hurt you still echoed in your head. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if the man who harmed you this way wouldn’t be the one whom you wanted to marry one day.

“What is the matter?”

Sebastian’s soft, unusually calm and serious voice made you tense. Oh, how you wanted to become invisible now, as if you weren’t in bad condition already there had to be this hellish butler, too.

You wiped off your tears with a sleeve.

“It is nothing,” you answered and turned to him so he could see your forced smile, as if it was something he was going to believe into. “I need to be alone for a while.”

“My lady, I may be just a simple butler but I can surely tell that the situation you have been put into shouldn’t be considered as ‘nothing’.”

“Whatever you can tell is none of your business and as I said, I would rather be left alone. You are dismissed now.”

He looked at you for a while, thinking about your words and if he could listen you this time. You were a noble and he was supposed to carry out your orders but still you weren’t the master bound to him with your life so technically…

Sebastian stepped further inside the room, observing your shocked face when he dared to ignore your words. The expression faded out slowly when he kneeled in front of you on one knee and stared at you straight in the still watery eyes.

“My lady,” he gently grabbed your hand and tugged it to his lips, hot breath ticking your skin when he spoke. “I have to apologize for my insubordination, I am willing to accept the punishment you are going to serve me but please, tell me the name of people who made you shed those tears and I promise you that they won’t be bothering you ever again.”

Suddenly you wanted to laugh but his serious expression made you think that he truly wasn’t joking, at least once. Sebastian placed a soft kiss on the top of your hand, not cutting the eye contact even for a second and you started to consider his plea.

The demon smiled to himself. No, he wasn’t going to cause any damage this time, it would be improper to involve such a gorgeous and strong person into anything lethal, he would enjoy you being happy once again way more than destroying those who dared to harm you.

He was the only one who could tease you, after all.

every moment that can POSSIBLY be classified as pynch in trc part 1: the raven boys

alternatively titled: i have nothing to do with my life now that this series is over…. let me enjoy myself


Last week, he and Adam had taken turns dragging each other on a moving dolly behind the BMW, and they both still had the marks to show for it. (pg. 21)

this is the first mention of them interacting off-screen and it is so funny bc like…. don’t they hate each other??? don’t they only associate because of gansey??? what the fuck are they doing just dragging each other around for funsies??

Adam Parrish had been Gansey’s friend for eighteen months and he knew that certain things came along with that friendship. Namely, believing in the supernatural, tolerating Gansey’s troubled relationship with money, and co-existing with Gansey’s other friends. The former two were problematic only when it took time away from Aglionby, and the latter was only problematic when it was Ronan Lynch. (pg. 38)

this is my favorite thing… it has always been the best thing bc I’m….. it’s like adam…. this is your FIRST POV you have the opportunity to make it ALL ABOUT YOU! but he doesn’t lmao!!! he starts his first point of view talking about how he can’t stand ronan I’m living anyway we continue

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