it's you you little shit

“fav vid from emh so far?” uh the one with Evan walking around shirtless and talking about how he killed someone- “that’s your fav cus of the story development right?” Nah I jus really like that Shirtless Evan™👌👏

Scenario where Keith is almost late for a class he has a major test in and accidentally grabs Lance’s jacket instead of his own (Which had his chew stims that help him focus) and by the time he realizes this he’s already at school/campus.

Keith: Fuckfuckfuckfuckfu- *phone rings*

Keith: Hello?

Lance: Hello Keith, light of my life, beacon of light in the ever pressing darkness, my very reason for smiling every day even if you do have that stupid mullet, did you by any chance take my jacket when you left.

Keith: …maybe

Lance: Okay cool, check the front left pocket real quick.

Keith: *pulls out a few granola bars*

Keith: Why are there granola bars?

Lance: Hmmm check the other pocket?

Keith: *pulling out his chew stims*

Keith: …How

Lance: You always seem late when it’s a test day and forget them at home and somehow “accidentally” steal my jacket in the process so I improvised. Okay I gotta go I think Allura’s calling, love you!

Keith:

Keith:

Keith:

Keith: *calling Shiro*

Shiro: Hello?

Keith: Shiro I’m gonna marry Lance.

Having dissociative amnesia is so weird because it’s not like normal forgetting where you’re kind of like “I think this happened but I don’t know the details”, it’s looking back at a period of your life and seeing absolutely nothing. There is nothing TO remember, it’s just like a big black pit where your childhood should be.

“I’ll never lie to you about anything.”

“I might lie to you!”

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literally just a 3-page continuation of the previous 3 pages, aka, how it should have ended

Tom Holland Laughing

In Time

The world around, just for a millisecond, seems to numb. All sound is sucked out of the atmosphere itself. All Sabo can hear is the crack of his boots on the stone below, and blood pulses through his ears like war drums in his mind. Every cell in his body aches, but he pushes on. It’s been a long journey to get here, peppered with storms and regret, and the young revolutionary can’t remember the last time he slept. He certainly doesn’t feel like the strong revolutionary he is in this tired, young body. In this world, he comes as a brother, not a soldier.

Heavy breathing. Blonde hair heavy with sweat falls into Sabo’s eyes, and he shoves another body out of the way so hard that they don’t get back up again. Ahead, shrouded in dust and smoke, Luffy has fallen to the ground – he doesn’t look the same as he did when Sabo last saw him. His chest is unscarred, eyes filled with horror, shoulders shaking. Alone on the ground, Luffy seems so small in comparison to the Pirate King that he was when his brother last laid eyes on him at the execution stand. His little brother looks young; too young to be in this war, too young to have to watch what’s about to happen.

No. Sabo won’t let it happen again, not this time. Screw timelines, screw what this might mean for the world. He had a chance to go back and change things. His devil fruit – Ace, living on somehow through Sabo’s own blood – didn’t approve. Neither did Dragon. Sabo doesn’t care. His mind has been overtaken by some alien force, a thirst for the thing he’s been missing for the decade since Ace’s death. A thirst to change things.

Sabo pushes this lean, twenty-year old body harder. The world is still numb, strangely quiet, as if drawing breath as it watches on. The weight of everything Sabo has ever wished for weighs heavily on his shoulders. This is it. This is the moment where the timeline changes. Ace lunges forward. Luffy’s eyes, brown reflecting magma and fire, widen. Sabo takes a flying leap, coat flaring out behind him, just as Akainu raises his fist.

Everything speeds back up.

Sabo barrels into his brothers with enough force to send them both flying back but makes sure to wrap an arm around each, blood singing in his veins. Ace yells out, pushing back against Sabo with rage in his eyes, and the heat radiating harshly from him is tangible. Luffy is limp at the blonde’s other side, and Sabo’s eyes are too blurred to see his face properly. Heat explodes behind them. The Red Dog is angered, magma pouring from him copiously, but his moment is over. Sabo did it. He took his chance, and the world feels like it’s shifting before his very eyes. There’s no going back now.

“Made it on time!”

The yell escapes from his throat before he can stop it, something between a victory cry and a threat. The battlefield is silent for a split second, and Sabo can hear his voice echoing through it over and over, a reinforcement of his own success. Of Ace’s survival. At the distinctive Grey Terminal lilt that laces the ex-noble’s voice, Ace freezes, a strange expression overthrowing the anger on his face. Luffy’s eyes widen, filling with hope and elation.

All three brothers hit the ground, hard. The world comes back to Sabo in a rush like a tsunami, and suddenly they’re running again, Ace and Luffy stumbling and yelling, both confused as to what’s happening but elated at what they just heard. Heat pushes at Sabo’s senses, so intense that panic floods his veins like a drug, and for a second he sees the boat burning around him. Then, it’s gone. The battlefield replaces everything from the past, and surprisingly, the young man is glad for it. Let this war encompass him. If it means Ace lives, so be it – war will come and go, but Sabo will never have another change like this again. Nothing is going to stop him.

“Who the hell are you?!” Ace asks as they run, surprisingly following Sabo. He looks shaken, as if coming so close to losing Luffy just now rattled him to the core. His voice is uncertain, eyes just as hopeful as Luffy’s now, and Sabo’s heart wrenches when he realises that somehow, deep down, they recognise him.

“…Sabo?”

Luffy’s voice is small in Sabo’s ear, torso shuddering against his back. All his fight is gone. Sabo doesn’t recall slinging him onto his back but he must’ve, maybe when the first starting running. Everything is one pulsing, thronging blur. Travelling ten years back in time must be messing up his head.

Ace’s breath hitches, and his head spins around so fast that his neck must ache. His eyes meet Sabo’s for the first time, and he stumbles for a second, caught off guard. For the first time since Sabo arrived here, he can see that ten-year old kid shining out of Ace’s eyes. Too young to take on the world and wearing his big dreams like medals of honor; questioning whether he should be alive; hurt, but still hoping for something bigger than himself.

“Sabo?!” Ace’s voice breaks. Behind them, two of Whitebeard’s commanders clash with Akainu in a supernova of light and sound.

Against his will, Sabo feels tears spring into his eyes, and a grin stretches across his face even as they fall. Ahead of them, the ocean is just visible, wide and true. “I’ve missed you both,” he chokes out, and they run together still. Ace seems to have stopped even breathing. Around them the battle rages on, and Sabo feels horribly exposed without his pipe.  “I missed you so much.”

Maybe this time, Sabo can stop the execution of the second pirate king before it happens, too. Maybe both Luffy and Ace will survive this time, if he just plays his cards right. Maybe Sabo and his brothers can stay together and stay alive. Maybe, just maybe, he really did change the timeline for good.

A tired cheer roars through the Whitebeard Pirates as they join the three brothers, unknowing of who Sabo is but uncaring. Ace and Luffy are still in shock, disbelieving and confused, but Sabo can see the eldest of the trio as his face begins to light up. It’s like watching the sun come out. Luffy’s arms tighten slightly around him, sluggish and weak but filled with affection, and for the first time in a long time, Sabo has no regrets. He has his brothers.

Maybe time-travel wasn’t such a bad idea.

Okay so I saw that you really loved the asl pic in the magazine so I just had to write this little thing (mostly just to get out of writer’s block lmao). I hope you like it! 

OH MY G OD

I’m in the middle of season 3 of Black Sails and I know two things for sure:

  1. everyone is a little in love with Captain Flint
  2. everyone is really irritated at being a little in love with Captain Flint
CP Bachelor AU: part 2

part 1

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“Hey,” Nicaise says. “The idiot is kicking up a fuss. You need to come deal with it.”

Laurent looks away from the bank of screens where he’s been playing around with footage from the previous day. They’ve got almost a full minute’s worth of Kashel’s boob nearly slipping out of her halter dress; Laurent knows what he’s doing when it comes to cutting together soft-core wardrobe malfunctions, but he’ll still get someone more heterosexual to look it over later.

“Which–” he starts, but Nicaise is already adding, “The main idiot. Your precious bachelor.”

“What is there to fuss about? He watches the games, he makes cute faces when they bring him the stuffed animals they won, and he goes on a group dinner date with the winning team. End of story.”

Nicaise says, “Yeah, whatever. He’s being difficult.”

Anyone else taking this snippy tone with Laurent would have been kicked to the curb without a reference by now, but Nicaise doesn’t really have any other tones, and he and Laurent know each other well enough that Laurent allows it. Laurent allows a lot of things where Nicaise is concerned.

He still says, “What, you can’t handle one petulant millionaire?”

Nicaise juts out his lip. “I tried,” he says. “He keeps going on about perpetuating stereotypes and biphobia.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” says Laurent, snatches up his coffee cup, and storms out of the tent.

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But why are so many musicals centered around the idea of getting out of the big city and moving to a small town??? Like,,, my guy,,, have you ever been to a small town??? it’s not cute and peaceful everyone’s racist and there’s nothing to do and you feel more stuck there than you ever could in a city,,,

  • BTS planning new album&comeback
  • RM: so I was thinking we do the same concept..kinda..like we should totally have solos again
  • Suga: I like that..I have a list of people to diss
  • Jimin: can I be blindfolded again?
  • BTS: what
  • Jimin: what
  • Taehyung: CAN I PLEASEE PLESEE PRETTY PLEASE FEATURE IN CY
  • Rap-line: NO
  • Taehyung: even if I pay y
  • Rap-line: NO
  • Jungkook: I'm thinking we should do something new with our solos, like the rap-line could sing for a change and we will rap instead
  • Suga: can you even write your own lyrics to begin with
  • Jungkook: totally, here's something I wrote before sleep last night. (Clears throat) Jimin is so immature I'm done with his childsplay
  • I may be younger than Jimin but I'm bigger in every way ;)))
  • Jimin: (clears throat) you little shit it's hyung for you because I was born in Busan first
  • Jungkook: ...that didn't even rhyme dude...
  • Suga: you both suck so stfu
  • Jimin: can I at least be blindfolded again..
  • BTS:
  • RM: CAN WE PLEASE FOCUS AND GET BACK ON THE SUBJECT!!
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LINDSAY AND HALSTEAD IN EVERY EPISODE || Deliver Us (2x21)

Right? Cold beer. Grown men on skates. What’s not to love?

I really wish sites like allkpop would stop posting things talking about how some Onew fansites closed down. Like yes some did, but most of them gave other reasons besides the whole controversy going on right now. Others are just on a break until things clear up and they have every right to do that. Stop trying to scare people and make them more anxious and upset than they already are

Not Lout

Snotlout :’( 

Love the insecurities, and his anxiety, and the pressure his father puts on him and how he’s still struggling to find himself in that messy balance of dad’s approval and changing with the times and fitting in with his peers.

You know what else I love?

Acknowledging that the dragon riders are aware that Hiccup’s going to be chief one day and that they’re looking at how the dynamics in their group are going to shift and where their future lies.

Question....
  • Sister: Can you imagine if humans only had one hole for reproduction and defecating so that when you're born you're a literal shit come to life. So when your parents call you a "little shit" it's accurate, it has more significance than your numerous failures.
  • Me: ................How high are you?
  • Sister: No it's hi, how are you?
  • Me: .....
  • Sister: Little shit.