its also a bit weird

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Happy 9th anniversary, SHINee!! ♡ ♡ ♡   #9yearswithSHINee

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Countdown to Season 7 | Day #1: favourite season
Season 6

“Jon. A raven came from the Citadel. A white raven. Winter is here.“
“Well, father always promised, didn’t he?“

okay yeah, so i changed the dialogue because space but. u all kno this fic

anonymous asked:

Okay so in Batman Beyond there's an episode where Bruce and Terry go see a 'Batman Musical', just imagine that goes on in Gotham and Jason finds out and asks(forces/tricks) the batfam to go.

i’m finally answering this! i had a really rough week, which is why this took a while, but i kept thinking about this prompt and laughing, so thank you for that.

and on that note: are you serious, that’s amazing. i vaguely remember watching batman beyond but i don’t actually remember all that much about it. i’ll need to look this up.

but yes. yes. i want this to be a Thing.

i want to imagine it as something between holy musical b@man! and the ember island players. like. just picture the kind of crazy misinformed shit that these people are tossing into the mix because what’s the truth and what’s the lie, no one knows, they’re going to make a musical about batman and his however many kids/sidekicks anyway

(they people putting on this play are probably college students)

(stephanie has probably dropped by to help with set designs and laughed herself sick in the process)

getting back on track, how does jason find out about it?

there are two ways i think it could happen. one: jason loves lit. we know this. he collected first editions with alfred and bruce when he was a kid. in my personal experience, if you like lit, you almost definitely like theater in some sense as well. at the very least you’ve read plays. 

jason holds his goddamn red hood helmet like he’s hamlet and it’s yorick.

trust me, he likes plays.

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jared: hey
connor: in case you haven’t noticed, i’m weird. i’m a weirdo. i don’t “fit in,” and i don’t wanna fit in. have you ever seen me without this stupid jacket on? that’s weird.

Le Soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie, 
Verse l'amour brûlant à la terre ravie 

 Courfeyrac // Les Misérables 

hi, could we maybe do the thing where u like/reblog this post if i can queue off you? (aka stalk ur archive ey)

preferably majority hp blogs. tysm and i hope you’re all having a good weekend 💞

A visual guide to @chronicolicity‘s ‘Resistance is built on hope’ - Virginie ‘Jyn’ Erso.


i wanted to make something cool and accurate but i made this instead (with dumb princess diaries and deadpool references i know forgive me)

anyway this fic is superflicious wonderful amazing and everybody needs to read it and send love to the author (also much love to @runakvaed and this flawless edit without whom id never have discovered it) 

klancerous  asked:

oh geez! what could your opinion on klance possibly be?? :0

I’m hoping that it’s going to be a really slow burn ahjdkqjiwekqwe

Like, keith and lance continue their bantering and bickering but it becomes obvious that it’s more playful and teasing. Maybe they even throw in a few compliments here and there, “You did good out there Keith,, maybe one day you’ll even manage to get on my level”. 

And like, more physical contact between the two of them? Fist bumps to high fives to hugs for good luck, as their relationship develops (they start to give each other long hugs, and tell the other to stay safe out there. It becomes a ritual of theirs and they genuinely believe it to be a good luck charm of sorts.) 

And we see them actually working better as a team, since they’re.. y’know… space ranger partners™ and as they get more used to being on the battlefield together we see them soon become the inseparable pair who understands what the other is thinking and working in complete unison, making them a force to be reckoned with throughout the galaxy. 

And all of this adds up, and it finally drops that lance has been pining for keith since god knows when and keith is all flustered and stuff and i want lance to be there to reassure keith that it’s ok if he doesn’t want to but keith admits that he does like lance too and they get together but bc they’re both unused to dating their best friend its a bit weird at first but they’re also super soft w each other bc this relationship is new ground for them,,,


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Semi hiatus

Um, my exams started yesterday (13/03) and we are also doing essays and some teachers are giving us some works so it’s getting hard to have time to be here and post things. That’s why I want to “"take a break”“, I won’t be online as much as before and I won’t be posting as much as before. My exams will be over next month (12/04) and then I’ll be back! I’ll have my queue on (24 posts per day, 1 post per hour). Having all those school things and tumblr to take care of was making me really stressed! So I hope you all can understand and won’t unfollow me T^T I’ll be online on the weekends and when I get time.

Thank you for reading ╰(´︶`)╯♡

“Hello, everyone! (possibly future campers) My name is David, feel free to ask any questions you would like about our wonderful Camp Campbell!”

I’m pretty sure I’m too old now to be attracted to Peter Parker but being attracted to Tom isn’t weird cause he’s like two years older than me. Ya win some ya lose some I guess??

happy birthday julius!

wrote this fic for @ocsickficsideblog‘s oc julius because he’s a sweetheart and deserves a fic to celebrate him!  (even if it’s a fic about him being sick and having my asshole oc as a caretaker)  also, april is wonderful and i love her even though i’m a sucky friend, so this is for her, too!

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below

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okay, you’ve been warned!  enjoy the fic if you’re sure you’d like to continue reading!

When Kel walked into a bathroom filled with retching sounds, he immediately turned around and walked right out.  Not his problem.  He could find another bathroom.  Or he could just wait until later, when Mr. Sick had vacated the area.  Since he didn’t know of any other restrooms nearby and was feeling particularly lazy, Kel settled on the latter.

By the time class ended an hour later, Kel really couldn’t wait any longer, so he speed walked back to the restroom and immediately started emptying his bladder.  It wasn’t until after he started peeing that he heard it: another retch.  And then another, and another.  Whoever it was didn’t stop retching the whole time Kel was peeing.  It continued even as Kel washed and dried his hands.  He winced as he moved to leave the restroom; the sick guy must have been heaving for over an hour, and didn’t seem to be feeling any better for it.

Not my problem, not my problem, not my problem.  Kel just wanted to go home and sleep.  A kind person would help out and he knew that, but he also knew that he wasn’t a kind person.  He’d always had a strong conscience, but he didn’t care about guilt.  He didn’t.  Hadn’t for years.

So why was he unable to make his legs move him away from the bathroom?  Why was he still listening to the retching?  Why, in the past couple of weeks, had he started to care?

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grumbled, turning around and going right back into the bathroom.  He knocked on the door of the only occupied stall.  “You alright in there?”

A choked, negatory noise was the only response.  Kel flinched.

“Can- Can I come in?  Can I help?”

“Mhm,” the sick guy mumbled.  Kel slowly pushed the door open.  Kneeling on the floor of the stall, his cheek resting on the toilet seat, was a black haired man.  Or a boy?  He was small, and looked young, but then Kel was often mistake as being much older than he was, so he tried not to judge.  Instead, Kel lowered his voice as the sick guy eyed him curiously.

“You’re not hungover, are you?”  Kel asked, but he could tell the difference between alcohol poisoning and natural sickness without any confirmation.  The stranger shook his head, and swallowed a gag.

“Stomach - urp! - bug,” he mumbled.  Kel nodded.

“Have you thrown up yet?”  A small shake of the head.  Kel sighed.  “I’ll stay with you until you do,” he said reluctantly.  “Then you should head home.”

“Thank you,” the sick man croaked.  “Are you in- hurrgh!”  He didn’t get to finish his sentence due to an overpowering retch, but Kel was able to anticipate where it was going.

“I’m in high school,” he explained.  “Name’s Kel.”

“Nice to - ulp! - meet you,” the stranger panted.  “I’m - huuurk! - Julius, in co- huurrup! - col - hicuurp!

Again, Julius was cut off by a heave.

“Your name is Julius and you’re in college, I got it.  Just breathe, you’ll be alright.”  Kel found himself stealing words his roommate had used with him.  “Have you had any water recently, Julius?”

“No,” was the weak response.

“Let me get you some.”  

“Wait don’t leave me-“  Julius cut himself off with hollow burp and a shudder, and Kel tentatively squeezed his shoulder.

“I’ll be back in just a minute, I promise.”

It only took Kel 57 seconds to grab a bottle of water from the vending machine nearby, but by the time he got back, Julius was retching again.

“Here,” Kel said, pressing the bottle to Julius’s lips.  “Drink this, I think it will help.”

Julius didn’t question him, and it occurred to Kel that the boy could stand to be a bit more suspicious about strangers.  He was about to say as much when Julius hiccuped quietly and a mouthful of clear liquid splashed into his lap.  Kel reconsidered his words before speaking.

“Fuck.”  He quickly helped Julius, who was now shaking uncontrollably, lean back over the toilet.  The older boy’s shoulder’s jolted, and suddenly he was throwing up a thick, brown substance.  Tears slid down his face.

“Woah.  No need to cry,” Kel cringed.  “You’ll be okay.”

Julius nodded, but couldn’t speak as more sick spilled from his lips.  He panted for a bit, trembling.

“Do you think you’re-“

Julius was shaking his head before Kel even finished asking if he was done throwing up.  A minute or two passed before Julius lurched forward again.  Nothing came up the first time, and the next silent heave produced only a bit of spit.

“I think-“  Kel started to suggest that Julius was empty, but again the sick boy shook his head.  He squeezed his eyes shut, only to have them fly open a moment later as a rush of liquids gushed from his mouth.  He coughed weakly, bringing up a bit more bile, and let out a whimper before leaning back against the stall wall.  Kel gingerly flushed the toilet for him.

“Sorry,” Julius sniffled as he tried and failed to tear off a wad of toilet paper from the roll.  His hands were shaking too bad, and it was painful to watch, so Kel did it for him.  He quickly handed the toilet paper to Julius; there was no way Kel was going to wipe his face for him.  The other boy seemed far too worried about other things to care about that, anyway.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve caught a bug from - *sniff* - my boyfriend.  I didn’t - *sniff* - didn’t mean to drag you into this!”

“It was my own decision to help,” Kel muttered, begrudgingly.  “No need to cry over it.”

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Julius said, trying to contain his tears.  “I don’t mean to…”

Kel sighed.  “I know.  It’s okay, really.”  He noticed that some of the color had returned to the other boy’s face.  “Feeling any better?”

Julius managed a shaky smile.  “Yeah.  Yeah, I am.  Thank you.”

Kel shrugged.  “Okay.  Are you going to be alright?  Is there someone you can call to pick you up?”

Julius pulled a phone out of his pocket, and stared at it with a bit of surprise on his face.  The shock quickly morphed into a soft smile.  He showed Kel the screen.  It was filled with an incredible number of texts from someone named Alistair.

“That’s my boyfriend,” Julius said softly, proudly.  Kel cringed internally, but maintained a straight face as Julius went on.  “Apparently he was worried and will be here in five minutes or so.”

“Oh, okay,” Kel nodded and stood to leave, lingering a bit when Julius cleared his throat.

“Uhm.  Thank you again.”

“It was no problem,” Kel said tightly, ready to leave.

Julius smiled knowingly.  “Well, thank you anyway.  You actually really remind me of Alistair, and it was a huge comfort to have you here.  You’re a very kind person.”

Kel grunted.  “Sure thing.  See you around.”

And with that he stalked off, a bit shaken.  The last thing he wanted was to be compared to some lovesick guy who worried about his boyfriend day in and day out.  Surely a single act of kindness didn’t mean he was becoming soft.  Right?

And yet Julius’s words continued to echo in his head: You’re a very kind person.

It wasn’t a compliment Kel had ever expected to receive, and he wasn’t sure, but he thought that maybe a part of him - a very small part - actually wanted to believe it.


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long story short, i re watched the Dil-dos episode (aka ep 13), thought of other things Dan could have said, came up with delinquent (or dilinquent) remembered what happended during tabithas pregnancy and the last episode, got an itch to draw and voilá this masterpiece was born. No need to thank me I only did what I knew had to be done, just as long as you excuse the shitty shading I’ll be A-okay. 


Also fuck that fucking palm tree-shirt because Im not drawing that little shit

it’s a demon who is trying to reassemble it’s body and locate the missing piece of it’s soul. its called myiasis. it’s body parts can attach themselves to a host, and slowly drives the host to madness in persuit of getting it’s body parts back and generally being a hateful, hateful, mean bastard.

i will make an actual nice picture of this shit someday.