just for laughs everybody

The Wakandan Royal Portrait offers clues to the dangers within the fictional nation


“What makes him different from other superheroes first and foremost is he doesn’t see himself as a superhero,” says director and co-writer Ryan Coogler (Fruitvale Station, Creed). “He sees himself as a politician. That’s the first thing on his mind when he wakes up in the morning. ‘How am I going to fulfill my duties as king of this place?’”

That means not just fighting external foes, but keeping the citizens of his nation happy. He’s a king, but not a tyrant. And Wakandans don’t speak with only one voice. There are many political factions, many clashing points of view. Some are ready for revolution. Some are being pushed.

“He has to keep harmony between the tribes within his country, and that means managing expectations and doing things that are unpopular,” Coogler says. “At the same time, he is the protector of that nation.”


Angela Bassett costars as Ramonda, once the queen, now the mother of the king.

“She is one of the advisors that he would look to,” Boseman says. “He has to look to her for some of the answers of what his father might want or might do. She may not be exactly right all the time, but she definitely has insights. She is the queen mother. And she’s that for not just him, but for everybody.”

Bozeman laughs. “She’s has her hands in everything — even his love life.”


“The one thing I will say about all the female characters in this movie is that they are very strong,” Boseman says. “It’s a very matriarchal society.”

One of them is Wakanda’s undercover operative Nakia, played by 12 Years a SlaveOscar-winner Lupita Nyong’o. She may actually be the closest thing to 007 in this movie, and she’s a former lover of T’Challa’s.

“She is a departure from what she was in the comic book,” Nyong’o says. “Nakia is a war dog. She is basically an undercover spy for Wakanda. Her job is to go out into the world and report back on what’s going on.”

She also boasts some unique weaponry. “We call them her ring blades,” says Moore. “The ones Lupita carries while in the green outfit are based on traditional African weaponry. However, she does get a hi-tech upgrade later in the film, compliments of Shuri.”


Letitia Wright plays T’Challa’s kid sister, who is no one you want to face in battle either. “She is also a genius and runs the entire Wakandan design group,” says producer Kevin Feige, whose also president of Marvel Studios and one of the chief architects of its interlocked universe. “She’s responsible for all these amazing technological advances that Vibranium has brought about from Wakanda.”

Here she is pictured with twin, panther-shaped weapons. It’s not clear yet what they do exactly, but it probably hurts.


She’s not technically family, but she’s just as close. This character played by The Walking Dead‘s Danai Gurira is the head of the Dora Milaje, the all-female special soldiers unit that protects the kingdom (and the king) from harm.

“They are a very powerful force,” she says. “They are not utopic, but what Wakanda has down well is it has allowed people to function within their strengths. These women, their strength is to preserve Wakanda. It’s more like the secret service in a sense that it’s not just military. She is head of intel.”

Okoye has guilt over the death of the previous king, and she’s generally a stoic presence. But she’s not unfeeling. “She can be serious, but she also has an unexpected sense of humor,” Gurira says. “She has a heart, but for her country and for her people. She’s not a person who doesn’t connect to human beings as a result of what she does.”


There is an enemy in this portrait.

In the comics, he was once a Wakandan known as N’Jadaka, but he took on this “death-dealing” nom de guerre when he became a dissident, then an exile, from his homeland.

Michael B. Jordan’s character is one of the antagonists of the film, allied with the mercenary Ulysses Klaue (Andy Serkis, reprising his role from Avengers: Age of Ultron), an arms dealer who has plundered Vibranium before and plans to do it again. He’s addicted.

In The Godfather terms, Killmonger has sided with this outsider against “the family,” his brothers and sisters of Wakanda. “I think Killmonger has his own opinion on how Wakanda has been run and should run, and what I think Michael brings to the table is sort of a charming antagonist, who doesn’t agree with how T’Challa is running things, frankly,” says Moore. “I think that puts T’Challa in a difficult situation. Killmonger is a voice of a different side of Wakanda.”


Get Out star Daniel Kaluuya plays T’Challa’s best friend, who is also a member of one of the most vital groups in the nation. “W’Kabi is the head of security for the Border Tribe,” says Moore. “They live on the borders of Wakanda and serve as the first line of defense for the country.”

In other words, he helps maintain the disguise that Wakanda is just mines, farms, and woods.

“To outsiders they appear to be what people would ‘expect’ of a small provincial African nation – but the truth is they are some of the fiercest warriors in Wakanda, intent on protecting the secrets of their advanced nation at all costs,” Moore says.

Now that T’Challa is king, he asks W’Kabi to join him as a palace advisor.


Another vital voice of reason for the young king is Forest Whitaker’s shaman, a longtime advisor to T’Challa’s father and the keeper of the Heart-Shaped Herb, a plant that grows only in Wakanda and absorbs the Vibranium-rich minerals. When consumed, it gives the new leader superhuman strength. (But in the comics, it only works on members of the royal bloodline.)

“He’s somewhat a religious figure or spiritual figure,” Coogler says of Zuri. “Spirituality is something that exists in Wakanda in the comics, and it’s something we wanted to have elements of in the film. Forest’s character, more than anything, is a major tie-back to T’Challa’s father. Zuri is someone he looks to for guidance.”

As wondrous as Wakanda seems, it can also be treacherous. For all the talk of honor in The Godfather, the families were compulsively driven to destroy each other. 007 may venture to the most beautiful places (and people) on Earth, but there’s always a villain determined to wipe those places off the map. If Black Panther owes thematic inspiration to those predecessors, the danger comes hand in hand with the beauty.

But that’s where the similarities will end. When the Marvel Studios movie debuts Feb. 16, the story will remain on Earth, but its creators pledge to take fans to a world they’ve never seen before nonetheless.

“I don’t think people are prepared for what this movie is going to be,” says Feige. “Not just Black Panther, but the Dora Milaje, and Killmonger, and the entire design of Wakanda – both its traditional African-inspired elements, but also the Vibranium inspired techno-elements. I can’t think of a blend that has happened like that before in movies.”

There’s only one Black Panther, after all.

No matter who wants to lay claim to his throne.

I’ve expressed my frustration before with fanon Lance and how I feel like that’s not really canon, but, after looking over a lot of the popular trends:

  • Leader and good Black Paladin candidate
  • Struggles asking for help, tends to hide issues behind a confident, charismatic facade especially because he doesn’t want to worry the team
  • A facade that is not often seen through, leaving said issues sometimes chronically unaddressed
  • Highly talented in multiple fields
  • Handsome
  • Experiences profound trauma and loss, to the point of physical mutilation/loss of body parts
  • Conflicts with the team at times
  • Sensitive, prone to overthinking
  • Profound sense of lack of worthiness that bars him from embracing things he’s rightfully connected to (like the Black Lion)

I think that I owe people an apology, because all of that actually is supported by and present in canon.

See? There he is.

The strongest ones, the most confident ones, the ones who look like they have never needed love from anyone but themselves, those are the people that need love the most. You see, they’ve become so good at hiding their hurt, their pain that people simply forget that they too feel just as insecure and vulnerable as everybody else. They’re expected to laugh through their problems because thats what they have always done and the support that they give others is never returned because no one thinks they need it.

They are so used to be everyone else’s rock, everyone else’s crying shoulder, everyone else’s human to turn to, that when it comes to their own pain, they simply bottle it up and put it away. They cry alone, they hurt alone, they never tell anyone about their nightmares or how cruel life is really being because if they do, they’re afraid people will not see them as strong anymore. They are afraid of crumbling in front of anyone else because they do not want to seem weak and broken.

The strongest ones of us need support more than anything in the world because of being strong so very long that when they fall apart, it is not just a human falling to pieces and recovering, it is an avalanche, a volcanic eruption, the amount of pain that you could not imagine possible for a human to hold within themselves. The strongest people, the toughest ones, disguise their tears behind smiles and avert their eyes when in pain once too often.

This is why it is so important to ask “Are you okay?” more than once sometimes, especially from someone who is that strong. This is why it is important to allow our hearts to understand what our minds cannot when we see someone’s smile change, or their eyes show something their demeanor cannot.

The strongest ones of us need support the most. Because when the time comes to rely on someone they don’t know how, they don’t know how to reach out for a hand as they are so used to being the rock for everyone else that hurts.

Nikita Gill, The Strongest People Need Love The Most

now for Everybody Loved Raymond

“Ray!! Ray!! could you come down here?”

“What do you want Debra? all my teeth are gone and there’s pools of blood in my stomach. I’m so cold Debra….”

[The doorbell rings…]

[Robert, Raymond’s brother opens the door but not with his hands….]

[Robert communicates with brother Raymond telepathically]

“Raymond it’s me your brother Robert. Ma wants to know if you can come to dinner tonight”

“Robert I can’t! my hands just fell off!!!”

[Laugh track followed by outro music]

Next Time on Everybody Loved Raymond!

“Debra! my tongue fell off in the cottage cheese!”


Chloe: >:(

For the lovey @miyeongi-cutie who suggested a bakery AU that I am OBSESSED WITH!!! Hope you like it! 🖤
“So where are we going again?” Shiro asked as he threw an arm around Keith’s neck, drawing him in and ruffling his hair.
“Hey, stop it! Get off!” Keith ducked out from his grip and shoved him away, trying to fix his hair. “Why are you like this, you’re so annoying!” Shiro chuckled and nudged him with his elbow. “I’m your big brother. It’s my job to annoy you. Now, answer the question.”
Keith rolled his eyes and muttered “Adopted brother. Anyway, we’re going to this cafe or bakery place that Pidge won’t stop talking about. Says their coffee is really good and the food is ‘better than free wifi.’”
Shiro raised his eyebrows until they nearly disappeared under his tuff of hair.
“Better than free wifi? Pidge said that? Huh, wow. They must be really good then.”
Keith hummed in agreement and stuffed his hands in his red jacket, pulling it closer. Shiro smiled at the action zipped up his black and gray jacket, burying his nose into it.

It was late fall, and the breeze held a chilly bit. The wind whispered of winter, and the trees had begun to shed their leaves, some of which where floating in the air, softly floating the the ground. Shiro was enjoying the slight crunch they made when he stepped on them when Keith grabbed his arm.
“Hey, I think this is it.”
Shiro stopped and observed the building before them. It was a simple building, one that you could easily pass if you weren’t looking for it. The building was made out of worn brick, with a chalkboard sign in front the entrance that read: ‘Welcome to Voltron! Please do not touch pastries with your hands. Use your tongue.’ Shiro chuckled at the sign while Keith just stared.
“What kind of a name is Voltron?”
Shiro shrugged.
“I have no idea, but you have to admit, it is a pretty unique name that would be hard to forget. Now come on, I’m getting hungry.”
Shiro opened the door and was immediately hit with a wall of delicate dents of vanilla, sugar, cinnamon, the roast of coffee beans, and other heavenly scents. Keith moaned at the smell and Shiro couldn’t blame him. The smell almost made him weak in the knees.

They walked into the shop and looked around. It was a very cozy cafe. Their were multiple colored booths and chairs and even beanbags, coming in black, blue, red, green, and yellow. They was stools along the bar, and there was a glass case full of desserts and pastries that had Shiro’s mouth watering. Shiro was about to press his face right up against the glass when I kind voice greeted them.
“Hey! Welcome to Voltron!”
Keith and Shiro turned toward the voice and saw a bolder of man in its place. He was wearing cargo shorts and a yellow shirt accompanied with a yellow apron. His hair was tied back with a bandana, and had a name rage that read ‘Hunk.’ Keith read it and arched an eyebrow at him, and Hunk just laughed.
“Yeah, before you ask, it’s real. Everybody calls me that.”
Shiro smiled and greeted him. “It’s nice to meet you Hunk. My name’s Shiro and this is Keith. Pidge suggested this place and highly recommended it.”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and gave them a beaming smile. “Oh Pidge! Yeah I know them! Me and Lance have become friends with them because they come so much. Oh! And Lance is the pastry king. I’m the coffee master, so it evens out.”
Shiro nodded and turned his attention to Keith. “Hey Keith, do you-Keith?”
Keith was not listening to either of them, eyes glued to a small white cup on the register, face furiously red. Shiro looked at him with a confused look before picking up the cup that was causing Keith’s dilemma. When Shiro read the cup, he sputtered and started laughing loudly, cheeks slightly flushing.
Hunk cocked his head. “What? What is it?”
Shiro turned the cup to Hunk, who could clearly read the font in neat loopy handwriting: “Just put your tip in here. See how it feels.” Hunk immediately paled and then change to a shade of purple then red. He quickly grabbed the cup and threw it away.
They were able to hear mad cackling in the back of the cafe where the kitchen was. Hunk turned back to them, straightening his apron, flush still on his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, that won’t happen again. So, uh, what would you like to order?”

Shiro peered at the menu, tapping a finger against his chin. He looked at Keith who just shrugged, as lost as he was.
Shiro turned back to Hunk. “What do you recommend?”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together.
“Oh man, where do I start? Everything Lance makes is amazing. Hmm, let’s go with something exotic. How about miguelitos and tarta de Santiago?”
Keith furrowed his brow. “What the heck are those?”
Hunk chuckled.
“Oh yeah, sorry miguelitos is this pastry that is made up of like a million thin pastry layers and each layer is filled with chocolate or cream. It’s then dusted with powdered sugar. Tarta de Santiago is a really thin, moist almond cake. Powdered sugar is on top of it as well. As you probably guessed, their both Hispanic desserts. Lance likes to show off his heritage.”

Shiro hummed gave him a smile. “Alright! We’ll get both of those, and I’ll get an espresso. Keith?”
Keith looked at the menu again. “Do you have soy milk?”
Hunk nodded and smile.
“Okay, I’ll just have a hot chocolate. With extra whipped cream on top.”
Shiro chuckled.
Keith glared at him. “What?”
“Oh nothing, nothing! Just glad to see my little brother growing up.”
Shiro laughed hard as Keith flushed and punched him in the arm as he paid Hunk.

He put the change into the new tip cup and went to sit down at table in the corner. It wasn’t long before they had sat down when Hunk brought them their food, perfectly balancing them on a small tray.
“Order up! I hope you like it!” Hunk sent them a smile and went back to the counter.
Shiro looked at the coffee and food and inhaled deeply, the smell making his mouth water.
“Let’s not waste anymore time! Let’s dig in!” Keith and Shiro both reached for the miguelitos and popped it in their mouths. Shiro’s eyes fluttered closed as the pastry melted in his mouth, and chocolate covered every taste bud. He almost had to stifle a moan. And Keith wasn’t in any better shape. He was looking at the patty in awe, as if it held the secrets to the universe. He quickly looked up at Shiro.
“Wanna try the tarta thingy?”
“Oh heck yeah.”
Shiro and Keith both picked up a slice, gave a mock cheers, and bit into it with a crisp crunch. However, as soon as the cake met their tongues, it practically melted away. Keith grabbed both pastures and shoved them in his mouth at the same time.
“I am in heaven.”
Shiro opened his mouth to agree, when an excited voice cut him off.

“HUNK!! HUNK, I DID IT!! You’ve got to try this! I’ve combined a churro and a cupcake into one blessed love child!”
Shiro turned toward the voice, laughing with amusement in his eyes. He went to take a drink of his coffee, but that’s when he laid eyes on the excited baker. Shiro chocked on his coffee, spraying across the room and spluttering the hot liquid out of his lungs.
“Holy shit! Are you alright Shiro?”
Shiro ignored Keith’s concern and whipped around to get a better view of the baker. Said baker had warm mocha skin, as rich as the coffee he was drinking. His hair was a warm chocolate, shaggy and barely reaching the top of his eyes. And his eyes. Oh god his eyes. They were the deepest blue Shiro had ever seen, reminding him of the ocean and they were so bright with life and energy. And he was covered with flour, which Shiro found absolutely adorable. It was covering the front of his apron and was even smeared across one of his cheeks, and Shiro wanted nothing more than to brush it away with his thumb.
Keith waved a hand in front of Shiro’s face, who just knocked it out the way, leaning out of his seat. Keith followed his gaze and let out a long sigh when he realized what he was staring at. Keith kicked him in the shin, finally getting his attention.
“Seriously Shiro? Can please control your emotions.”
Shiro gave him a small pout, but still turned toward the boy. “Keith, oh Keith. He’s so pretty. No, gorgeous. Did you see his eyes? They’re so blue and beautiful.”
Keith groaned and dropped his head on the table.
“Shiro we came here to try the food, not try the baker.”
“I’m not complaining.”

Shiro ignored his scandalous tone and continued to stare at the baker who was talking animatedly about his new creation, hands flying everywhere. Keith let out another long sigh and sat back in his chair.
“I am not ready for all this pining. You’re a mess Shiro. Remind me the curse Pidge for suggesting this place.”
“Well remind me to thank Pidge.”
Shiro then stepped out of his chair, walking toward the duo.
“S-Shiro?! Where are you going?”
Shiro tossed him a grin over his shoulder.
“Well, in going to introduce myself and give my compliments to the chef. Don’t want to be rude!”
Keith groaned and lightly banged his head on his table, cursing everything, especially Pidge. Somehow he knew they had set this up. He was going kill that gremlin. As soon he could get Shiro away from that baker who was throwing Shiro fingers guns along with a smirk. Keith groaned again. He had a feeling he would back to this cafe again. A lot.

tries to draw this new beautiful character design


“You fucked the dairy goat?”

Y’all keep talking about how cute it would be if peter accidentally called tony dad but your missing the better scenario. what if tony called peter son. like here me out all the avengers are having a meeting and peter hands tony something like 

here’s what you asked for mister stark. 

then tony’s like thanks son. 

everybody starts giggling but thor. thor says I was not aware the spider boy was your child. 

then tony’s all confused like wha- no he’s not

but you just said

no i didn’t 

yes you did you said thanks son

and they’d just go back and forth for a while everybody laughing peters awkwardly standing in the corner but in his head he’s like he called me son!!

she loves you // Brad Simpson

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Brad Simpson x reader
The vamps

I walk into the arena and immediately hear my boyfriend’s amazing voice and grin, I hadn’t seen him for 3 months as he’s been touring and I really missed him. Tonight all the mums and sisters were visiting, with the addition of me, the boys are playing at the jingle bell ball. The boys don’t know. I show all the guards my passes and walk to their dressing room, when I enter I see all the mums and sisters already there, realising i’m the last I make quick work on shuffling over to the mirror to make some finishing touches on my makeup. I even forget to greet everyone and they all start making jokes. 

“hey there misses” Brads mum jokes popping her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arms around me. I sigh and turn around hugging her. 
“sorry I just want to look nice” I laugh and give everybody else hugs. 
“you look beautiful as always, he’s might even cry” Natalie snorts. I blush and start talking to Sophie and Millie. It eventually becomes time to go out, right as they’re singing all night, I was going to go out in the middle of their set. 

I feel nervous as I stand ready to go out. I feel a hand rubbing against my back and look up to Brads mum. 
“you excited honey?” 
“nervous” I admit. 
“he loves you a lot. Remember that” she winks then walks away to get a better view of the stage. I don’t have time to process her words before I’m being ushered out. They have just finished the song as I make my up the steps and start walking down the runway. Brad is facing away from me hugging the boys when Tris smirks and points to me. He turns around confused and his hand falls over his mouth when he sees me. He takes off his guitar and blinding hands it to James. He starts walking down the runway and I quicken my steps. We meet in the middle and he hugs me, not wanting to much PDA in front of the entire arena. His body starts shaking against mine and I realise he’s crying, which triggers my own. 

“i’ve missed you, so…much” he whispers. 
“I’ve missed you too, I couldn’t spend another second without you” I sob. He rubs my back then pulls away. When we look at each other we just start laughing and wipe away each others tears, then he grabs my hand and we make our way to the front of the stage where I’m greeted with hugs from the other boys. As I’m busy hugging them, James speaks through the mic. 

“well this was certainly a surprise, a really nice one. While we have everyone here I think Brad has a few words to say.” he grins evilly at Brad who’s eyes widen and he shakes his head but Connor pushes him forward, towards me. I furrow my eyebrows but gasp when Brad huffs then reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a ring and drips to his knee. The fans are screaming at the top of their lungs now. 

“I didn’t know I was going to have to do this so soon, I only had the ring with me to remind me of you but since we’re both here, will you marry me? I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he says into a mic. Tristan holds one out in front of me to catch my reaction. 
“yes! oh my goodness yes of course I will” I yell and fall onto my knees in front of Brad. Brad grins and slips the ring on my finger, then jumps to his feet, picking me up and spinning me around. When he puts me down were immediately engulfed in a group hug with the boys. The boys had finished their performance now so Brad picks me up bridal style and starts walking down the runway, we hear music start to play and turn around to see everyone who was performing here, all mic’d up. They start sing she loves you by the beatles and we laugh. I hide my face in Brads neck and he sets me down on the floor again. He grabs my hand and fist bumps the air with the other. I giggle and tug on his hand, the other boys aren’t far behind us now, following us off the stage. The crowds scream are ear piercing now. 

We finally get away from the stage and make our way to their dressing room. When we get there all the mums, sisters and team start shouting, letting off poppers and bottles of champagne. Brads smile is so wide as he pulls my into him my by waist and plants and huge kiss on my lips. He pulls away and lifts me up, holding me by my hips and spins me around in the air, I squeal and hold onto his biceps that flex under my touch and I make a mental note to fangirl about it later. He sets me down slightly and I wrap my legs around his waist, holding his face in my hands. 
“I love you, so much” I cry. 
“I love you too baby” he mumbles bringing his lips back to mine again, we had almost completely forgot about everyone in the room and also failed to notice the multiple cameras/phones aimed in our direction. 
“hey don’t hog her, she’s my daughter in law now” Brads mum taunts. I set my feet down and she gives Brad a big hug then moves onto me. 

“oh honey, what did I tell you” she winks. 
“you knew he wanted to do that!?” I exclaim hitting her arm. 
“yes, well not tonight but he called me a few weeks ago asking me how I felt about it and stuff, he even asked your dad for permission.” she giggles. 
“why do you think your ring is so nice, I helped him pick it out” Natalie interrupts giving me a hug too. I snort. 
“If it was up to Brad we’d get married in a back yard” I joke and he comes over wrapping his arms around my waist. 
“hey that’s no fair” he pouts and I lean back to peck his pouted lips. He grins afterward and we see a flash. Our heads snap in the direction of Tristan who is smirking. 

“what, it was cute and very good for twitter” he shrugs. I look around and everyone and start to feel a little claustrophobic, the room is filled with people, all talking loudly to each other or congratulating us. I pry Brad’s arms away from my body and stumble out of the door, dragging Connor with me. He’s practically my best friend. He makes a gesture for nobody to follow. We round a secluded corner and I slide down the wall. Connor does to and pulls me into his lap. He starts stroking through my hair as I lean into him letting my tears soak his shirt. My breathing starts to slow down and I sigh, recovering from my panic attack. 

“Con, I’m so happy I really am” I sigh. He chuckles and I feel his chest rumble underneath me. 
“why are you crying then?” 
“I don’t know. What if this changes everything? What if we can’t handle it and break up or worse we get married to ultimately end in a divorce. The fans already hate me, they think I’m with Brad for publicity but I’m not. I love him so much Con, you know the kind of love where you can’t breathe until you’re with them again. I just don’t want him to be disappointed with me or settle for me when he can do so much better.” I ramble and I hear Connor sigh. 
“Babe, look Brad loves you more than anything in this world, well maybe a tiny bit less than Jesse” he jokes and grins when I giggle. “He was so nervous about doing this, he had it all planned, he was going to come home and take you out to dinner. He’ll kill us later for springing it on him. Everybody important and true fans know you and Brad are in love, you’d be a fool not to see it, so don’t worry about the 14-year-old fangirls who think they’re going to marry him someday… You are amazing, we love you and Brad loves you. He literally does not stop talking about you ‘I miss y/n’ ‘2 more weeks until I see y/n’…” he reasons and I let out a breath. 

“He’s right” we hear and look up to Brad. He awkwardly shuffles forward and grabs my hand pulling me up then offering is hand to Connor, they hug and exchange a few quiet words. When Brad turns back to me he looks distraught. 
“do you want to get married? for real?” he asks. 
“of course I do, why?” 
“I just thought you may have been under pressure with so many people and you regretted it.” I gasp and wrap my arms around his waist laying my head on his chest. 
“no, I’m sorry I made you feel that way, I just, well I guess you heard us…” I mutter. 
“yeah, and he’s right. Every word. I could live with every person on the earth hating me if it meant I could be with you.” he mumbles and I lean my head up. 
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you Bradley” I grin, especially as I feel him shiver from the use of his full name, I only used it in serious situations or in the bedroom occasionally. 

“come on, lets get out of here” he smiles. 
“yeah, show me how much you love me” I mutter and turn around to leave but gasp when he smacks my butt. We make it back to the room and everyone is smirking at us. I cough before speaking. 
“uhm we’re gonna leave, head to the hotel. Thank you all, we really appreciate it” I say. 
“see you guys tomorrow” Brad chirps. 
“have fun” Natalie calls out to us and we blush, as everyone else laughs loudly. We leave hand in hand, after a bit of a struggle into the car, we get in and drive off to the hotel. 

Today could have been the day
That you blow out your candles,
And make a wish as you close your eyes.
Today could have been the day,
that everybody was laughing.
Instead, I just sit here and cry,

Who would you be?
What would you look like,
When you looked at me
for the very first time?
Today could have been
The next day of the rest of your life.

Would you have been president?
Or a painter, an author,
or sing like your mother?
One thing is evident,
Would’ve given all I had,
Would’ve loved you like no other.

Not a day goes by,
That I don’t think of you,
I’m always asking why
this crazy world had to lose,
Such a ray of light we never knew.
Gone too soon.

Things I Love About The On The Spot Episode With The Free Play Crew
  • Every Time They’re Talking And The Camera Cuts To Jon With A Look Of Deep Regret
  • Hearing Michael Laughing Like A Maniac From The Audience
  • Hashtag Assplay
  • Team Been Trying To Fuck
  • Meg Shouting “Team Been Trying To Fuck” And Ryan Making A Heart With His Hands Behind Her
  • “This Is What You’re Fighting For; The Golden Gus-”
    Ryan Elbows Jon And Takes It “We Won!”
    They All Start Singing The Theme Like That Was All Planned
  • Ryan Covertly Taking, Dismantling And Replacing The Golden Gus
  • “White People Can Be Bait” And Then Everyone Loses It
  • As Soon As Ryan Says “Find A Corpse” Mariel’s Exasperated “Goddammit Ryan”
  • Ryan Awkwardly Going Along With The Sponsor Read
  • When Ryan Loses The Screw From Gus And Starts Looking For It Under His Chair, Confusing Everyone
  • “Morgue- Ah- Er- Meg!”
  • “Why The Fuck Would He Find Romance In Deep Space”
  • “I Tried This With Ray And He Betrayed Me Too, Go With It
  • When Meg’s Yelling At Ryan For Not Describing A Romance And He Recoils With The Most Amused Grin
  • When Meg Flicks Ryan To Make Him Stop
  • Mariel And Tyler Dying As They Try To Describe Kindergarten Cop Without Just Describing Kindergarten Cop
  • Ryan Singing Africa By Toto While Being Shocked
  • Ryan “How Many More Do I Have To Do?”
    Jon “Alright You’re Done”
    Ryan Hits The Button Again “I LIKE IT”
  • Tyler Being Confused About The Alphabet
  • Everything About Ryan And Meg’s Roleplay
  • When The Golden Gus Falls Apart And Everybody Loses It
  • They’re All Just Cheering And Laughing Like Kids Who Overthrew The Teacher
  • “It’s Finally Over, We Can Leave
  • When They All Run Off And Jon’s Just Left Staring Into The Abyss Behind The Credits
  • The Sheer Amount Of Screenshots Of Ryan And Meg Laughing It Has Blessed Me With

‪Me, to friends: “-and then Mr. Wakai said, ‘That is because in Japan, we do not DESTROY the machines.’"‬
‪6yo, walking up: "Why is everybody laughing?"‬
‪Me:"Oh, that’s just what we do at parties - we tell stories and laugh."‬
‪6yo, narrowing eyes: "Are these LYING stories?"‬
‪Me: "No, no, it was true."‬
‪**stares skeptically**‬
‪Me: "I swear it was all true! Mr. Wakai said that!"‬
‪**6yo shakes his head and walks away**‬

It definitely makes sense, just don’t know if what I wrote makes sense too LOL. Hope you like this!^^


RFA + Saeran get too much in character with their costumes


  • He’s an actor, he definitely lives for the character he’s dressing up as
  • But with the werewolf costume, well… it’s not like he’s pretending that much
  • The only thing he’s doing differently from his usual self is howling
  • The whole “be careful with your actions, princess, I’m a wolf” is still there, tho
  • So no biggie, you just tease him about being a good boy or else… he won’t get his reward later…
  • The wolf now is being a good dog~


  • He always wants to be a knight for you, with this LOLOL costume, he gets to
  • So he’s been escorting you and taking whatever chore you have for him as a quest
  • You’ll even be the princess for his warrior to save and protect
  • But “save and protect” is just helping you with the guests’ list and making sue RFA’s Halloween party is on the right track
  • Well, not to him… every quest is essential on saving his princess and increasing his likeability points with you.
  • Oh wait… this is a different kind of game


  • It’s just a black dress, she’s not dressing as a witch
  • She kept trying to convince herself the whole night on it, only until she agreed on putting the pointy hat…
  • Not that the glasses of wine she had on RFA’s Halloween party had anything to do with that, of course not! She’s not drunk!
  • She’s just laughing like that because everybody sounds much funnier
  • She even had the guts to ask Jumin to lend her his books on dark magic
  • But nothing compares on what she has planned for you tonight… she’s feeling rather… wicked…



  • Your neck is always the first spot he goes for
  • Why would that change with him dressed as a vampire?
  • But… not the sexy kind of vampire… the scary kind…
  • Like, did he seriously put make up on? He looks really pale…
  •  You even asked him if he was feeling okay… and he answered by biting your neck
  • Yep, he’s alright. And you’re in for a night.


  • You’re not sure if you should get mad or just laugh
  • He can be a very strict nun
  • There he goes measuring the length of your skirt
  • And even scolding you for trying to get mushy with him, what are you trying to do? Get this sinful thoughts out of your mind right this instant, child of the Devil!
  • And he stays in character during the whole party
  • And for some part of the night when you guys get home and he grabs the… ruler.


  • I don’t see him dressing up, tbh
  • The most he would do is wearing a hideous sweater with a pumpkin on it
  • He’s been wearing it year after year after year
  • Well, this year… he has a twist just for you… wait for it…
  • The pumpkin’s eyes and mouth glow for real! Cool, right?
  • Right… good thing you’re already working on making him take the sweater off pretty soon…


  • He’s feeling rather frisky and decided to mess with his brother
  • So he dressed as… his brother
  • And at first, it’s obvious that though they might look alike, they are completely different people
  • But soon he gets in character for real, it’s… a little scary how he gets to take his brother’s personality
  • You’re scared and… fascinated. Too fascinated?
  • No, what if you fall for his brother? Okay, time to drop the act and remind you that there are things only a Saeran could do with you…
Bonus OT3 Drabble: Slinky


This. This is entirely the fault of @blackkatmagic and @nellynee, and this ask-post over on blackkat’s blog. Because I just cannot resist the challenge of ‘why break up one ship for another when you can have both as a healthy triad?’ So I wrote it, even though I never actually got far enough to meet two-thirds of this ship in canon, and most of the characterisation is based on blackkat’s fics (although probably not half so good as hers).

Because really, who could resist this; “Spunky young power couple seduces village creepy shut in. Everyone is confused.

OT3 for this prompt: Minato/Orochimaru/Kushina from Naruto.

“If I have to sit and listen to you gabbing on about weird obscure jutsu, then I’m going to do it over ramen, you know!” Teuchi smiled at the sound of his best customer approaching the restaurant, presumably with her boyfriend in tow. Sure enough, when Kushina pushed the curtain aside, she was preceded into the restaurant by a sheepish looking Minato. Kushina followed, pulling another man in after them by the wrist.

The redheaded jounin manhandled Konoha’s own snake sannin into the seat next to Minato, then plonked herself down in the seat on Orochimaru’s other side. “You didn’t have to sit and listen.” The man snapped at Kushina, clearly very annoyed with her. “We are quite capable of holding a conversation without you.”

Kushina scoffed at him, flapping a hand. “Please. Minato wouldn’t know what to do with you if I left the two of you alone for more than five minutes, you know.” Orochimaru failed to come up with a retort, looking baffled and irritated in equal measure.

Minato, on the other hand, turned very red and started spluttering. “That’s not- You can’t just- What are you- Kushina!” The last word came out as a whine, and Minato dropped his head against the counter.

“Don’t be such a ditz, pretty boy.” Kushina chided, and then turned to Teuchi before Minato could respond. “The usual, please, Teuchi-san! Plus whatever this awkward turtle wants.” She nudged Orochimaru with her elbow to indicate who she meant. It was a good thing she had, because ‘awkward turtle’ was not a descriptor Teuchi would ever have applied to him on his own. He started cooking up Kushina and Minato’s usual, even as he raised an eyebrow at Orochimaru.

Orochimaru ignored him in favour of glaring at Kushina. “He’ll have the shoyu tamago ramen with extra eggs.” Minato put in, recovering from embarrassment as fast as he ever did. It was a good thing he could do that, Teuchi thought, since he was dating someone like Kushina, who got a kick out of embarrassing people.

Orochimaru switched his glare to Minato. “I don’t recall asking you to order for me.”

“Did I get it wrong?” Minato asked, caught somewhere between innocent and smug. Obviously he hadn’t, because Orochimaru looked twice as likely to murder him, but conspicuously didn’t say a word. Minato beamed like the sunrise. “So, you were explaining the connection between space-time seals and blood jutsu?” He prompted brightly. Orochimaru sighed heavily, but answered with a long explanation that went entirely over Teuchi’s head. It clearly didn’t go over Minato’s head, because he was staring in rapt attention as Orochimaru talked, in a way that made Teuchi feel oddly like he was intruding on something private.

He served up their ramen, and was not surprised when Minato and Orochimaru mostly ignored theirs in favour of their discussion. He was surprised when it took Kushina several seconds to lift her cheek off her fist and stop staring at them long enough to start scarfing down her usual three bowls of ramen. She caught his look the first time she came up for air, and shrugged unrepentantly. “What? They’re total dorks, you know, but they’re my dorks now.

Orochimaru choked on his first bite of ramen. “Excuse me?” He demanded.

“Well, you are, aren’t you?” Kushina asked, smirking. “We’re a package deal, slinky; buy one get one free. If you want to get some this evening, instead of just staring at Minato like he’s a prime steak and you’re starving, you’re going to have to learn to dance with both of us, you know.” She paused, her smirk slowly unfurling into a predatory grin with far too many teeth. “Last chance to run screaming.”

The stunned look on Orochimaru’s face turned, once again, to murderous annoyance. “I think I should be saying that to you.” He hissed, leaning forward into her personal space to loom over her. Teuchi was a bit worried, although on whose behalf he wasn’t quite sure.

Kushina laughed, and shocked just about everybody when she closed the distance between them and kissed him. Minato whimpered quietly, staring at them with his mouth hanging open, while Teuchi was just trying to figure out when the world had gone insane. Kushina drew back looking infinitely smug. “Bring it on.”