like we need your help

everyone’s always talking about gavin being freakishly good with a bow in fahc but after the weapon stream can we talk about RYAN?

ryan who, for whatever reason, finds a compound bow somewhere and, because it’s ryan, decides he’s gonna do their next job only using the bow.

at first everyone’s mad cause like c'mon dude, we need your help. and ryan insisting that he will help! just with a bow

and someone (jeremy? geoff? michael?) scoffs and asks if he’s ever even used a bow. ryan doesn’t answer, and just gives a half smile with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes

cue their next job/heist/deal and ryan’s hanging back with the bow. the first couple shots he misses and everyone’s rolling their eyes and cursing him, trying to pick up the slack, when all of a sudden he’s hitting dead on

shot after shot rains down on the cops/rival gang. each one hitting people in the throat or in between gaps of armor.

they kill on the first shot or slow them down long enough for another shot to take them out. several hit guys in the crotch and they’re on the ground screaming in pain (without a follow up shot and one of the guys takes pity on them and puts them out of their misery)

after the job/heist/shootout the rest of the crew is staring at ryan in a mix of awe/fear on their faces. jeremy asks him when he ever shot a bow and ryan just replies ‘camp’

Road to El Dorado  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I don’t like this.”
  • “Get back, mortal!”
  • “You fight like my sister!”
  • “The horse is a surprise.”
  • “Hey, how’d you get those?”
  • “Stars! Can’t do it. Not today.”
  • “I’m not sure I can trust you…”
  • “You lied to me? How dare you!”
  • “You drank sea water, didn’t you?”
  • “Stop! This is not a proper tribute!”
  • “No, no, no, not with the face. Stop.”
  • “This could be our destiny! Our fate!”
  • “Regrets? You mean besides dying?”
  • “Well, maybe I DON’T need you anymore!”
  • “Great. Sensational. That’s your plan, is it?”
  • “Well, it was nice working with you, partner.”
  • “I’m not really asking you to trust me, am I?”
  • “The stars are not in position for this tribute!”
  • “Did you ever imagine it would end like this?” 
  • “Pff! What makes you think we need your help?”
  • “Oh, then I suppose you’ll be wanting these back?”
  • “I know what you are, and I know what you are not.”
  • “So how’s the, uh… how’s the escape plan coming?”
  • “I will give you the honor of a quick and painless death.”
  • “If I believed in fate, I wouldn’t be playing with loaded dice.”
  • “Look, change of plans. We have to grab what we can and go.”
  • “My plan was that we should lie low! But your plan was to run off!”
  • “On one side, gold. On the other side… painful, agonizing failure!”
  • “Our greatest adventure is over before it began, and no one will even remember us.”
  • “You know that little voice people have that tells them to quit when they’re ahead? You don’t have one!”
“Coronation” Part Four

Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, there isn’t much fluff in this series, is there? 

Word Count: 1407

A/N: Here is part four! The series tags are almost closed. but the permanent is open if you want to be on it. i will be leaving for Upstate New York on Thursday so im going to try and post as much as i can before then. I should be back the following Wednesday. I will not be writing while im there, considering i am going there for the funerals of my grandfather and great grandfather. 

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“You brought a Russian into this palace? Into this country! They have been enemies of both of our countries since before I was born!” Y/N shouted to the bewildered royals.

“Just stop it!” James yelled.

“You know nothing about her! You have been here all of two seconds and are already tearing this place apart! She has no affiliation with Russia. She has not been there since she was adopted by Nick. She is a nice and kind girl. She will be my future wife!” James continued to scream.

The King and Queen were now just witnesses to a screaming match between the engaged couple.

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Rockwell Granger isn’t exactly a bad guy. On the wrong side of 40 after turfing out of the military, he’s drifted from town to town and a series of dead-end kitchen jobs and quasi-legal freelance work. But his longtime dream of owning his own restaurant has finally come true, back in his hometown of Portland. Rock should be happier than ever, but the reality of his dream has a nasty habit of dragging him down. His customers are uncultured savages, he’s not making enough money to pay back his loan sharks and they’re forcing him to do something morally iffy or they’ll take his truck. And possibly his thumbs. 

Harper Marbury isn’t exactly a thief. She works half a dozen side hustles to pay her rent at the Split Apple Co-Op Loft where she shares overcrowded floorspace with dozens of spare changers, young families, traveling musicians, burnouts and scam artists. Developing a love of cooking by throwing the random ingredients found in the Co-Op’s fridge every day together to feed her roommates, Harper’s been nurturing a dream of what she could do in a real kitchen, with real ingredients. When she breaks into Rock’s truck, mostly it’s to get out of the rain, but when he doesn’t show up, she opens up for business. Just to try it out. Just to see what it’s like to cook in a real kitchen, with real ingredients.

When Rock busts Harper, he hires her on instead of kicking her to the curb, inducting her into the arcane rituals of food cart society, a land where every cart collective is a gang vying for territory and rivalries are resolved with food truck duels rolling down the middle of Hawthorne with baseball bats. While Harper learns the ropes, Rock begins his job for the Bardems, searching for the identity of a rogue food truck operator who’s invading the Bardem’s territories. Together with Harper, as his conscience and helping hand, they’ll navigate a world of secret menus, food pirates, culinary femme fatales, curmudgeonly dads, shadowy figures, creeps, foodies and 5 star ratings, trying to uncover the secret before the Bardems burn Rock’s world down.

SHORT ORDER CROOKS is a 5-issue, full-color comic that’s equal parts comedy, crime story and cooking comic. The first issue is due out in June 2017.  We have future arcs we would like to do to tell the complete story, but we need your help to fund this first arc and help us find an audience for our weird little book.

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Reader- Drugs Make You Do Weird Stuff

You sat atop one of your favorite gargoyles that were in Gotham, enjoying the view and cool wind brushing against your face.  It was a fairly quiet night after you ended Two-Face’s attempted robbery, and you finally had a chance to relax and enjoy something for once in the chaotic city you lived in.  Every since you came to Gotham, your stargazing turned into light watching because of all the light pollution the city causes.  Every now and then you would take a break and drive to a national park and camp out, but you hadn’t done that in over seven months.  For some odd reason, Batman and his family decided that you were an excellent ally to depend on.  You guessed that meant to be available 24/7 in their terms, but after a few curse words you made an agreement to be available whenever you were on patrol, which was almost every night for you.  You had taken a liking in a certain man in a bat suit, but you still had no idea who he was.  It didn’t really matter you hadn’t seen his face yet, but you were in love with his actions and words more than his looks.  He was wearing a bat themed suit for crying out loud, but that didn’t mean you didn’t see anything you liked in that tight suit.

“(Y/S/N), we need your help,” Batman stated through the comm with a grunt.  “We’re having trouble dealing with Poison Ivy.”

“I’m on my way,” you responded and stood up, pulling your mask down on you face.

You pulled out your grappling hook and jumped, free falling from the building until you shot the hook in the direction of Batman’s signal.  Poison Ivy was easy to spot by the screams and grunts from the civilians and vigilantes that were fighting against each other.  You guessed Poison Ivy was using some type of mind controlling pheromone or something related to chemicals and plants to have them under her control.  Speaking of Poison Ivy, she was speculating the whole battle while tucked safely out of reach on a huge plant.  You pulled out your gun and checked the cartridge for tranquilizing darts, which were still loaded from the day before.  Once you checked the darts, you pushed the cartridge back in the gun and took aim, shooting a few in Ivy’s direction.  You quickly placed the gun back in its holster and grappled over to Ivy, grabbing her before the plant platform fell apart.  Once you landed on the ground, you dropped Ivy on a plant and wiped your hands off.  You looked around for the Bat Family, but only had visual on Robin and Red Hood.

“Hood, watch her ass,” you ordered and ran past him.

You quickly sprinted through the sea of confused civilians until you found a beaten and bleeding Batman on the cement.  

“Shit,” you muttered and ran over to him, pressing your comm.  “Batman is down.  Someone send the Batwing or whatever the fuck you call it.  He’s hurt, probably has at least five broken bones and lost over half a liter of blood.  I can’t count every drop, but someone do something before I even consider carrying him to a hospital.”

“The Batwing is on its way,” a british voice said through the comm.  “I suggest you join him in there, I may need assistance with his wounds.”

“Understood,” you said and looked over to the approaching plane. “You so owe me big time after this, Batsy.”


Once you arrived to the famous Bat Cave, you helped an elderly man, who was the owner of the British voice, haul Batman onto an operating table.  When you were finished, he shooed you out of the room and shut the door, leaving you alone in the Bat Cave. The fluttering of bat wings and running water was all you heard during your time waiting for the man to finish fixing up Batman.  You didn’t know whether or not if you should stay or leave, but your gut told you to stay until they kick you out. After what felt like hours, the rest of the Bat Family arrived through the entrance to the cave on motorcycles.

“How’s he doing?” Nightwing asked, approaching you quickly.

“Don’t know, the British dude kicked me out,” you shrugged and nodded over to the door, “but from what I can hear, he’s fine.”

Nightwing nodded and walked over to Robin, who was watching you from afar.  When he noticed that you were looking at him, he looked away and started a conversation with Nightwing.  You sighed and took off your mask, stuffing it into one of your compartments. Once you put your mask away, the door opened and the man stepped out wearing bloodied scrubs.

“He is fine, nothing that surgery and medicine can’t fix,” the man said.  “Oh, and he wishes to speak to you.”

You raised a brow at the man before trudging over to the door, taking a deep breath before entering the room.  When you entered the room, you were shocked to see a half naked Batman on the operating table.  There was an I.V. connected to his right arm, putting some type of pain killer in his system.  What worried you most was that he didn’t have a mask on, which you wouldn’t complain about.  He had raven hair and a scarred muscular figure, well, from what you could see from where you were.  You approached him cautiously, but that was thrown out the window when he sat up slowly and looked over to you.  He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close, making you let out a little yelp.

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” he said in a slurred voice.

“Are you alright, Batman?” you asked him, trying not to fumble your words.

“M’fine now that you’re here,” he responded and snuggled into your side.

“I’m glad you think that, but-”

“Are you going to leave? But I love you…” he drawled on.

You instantly stiffened when he said those three words.  He loved you?  Was it the drugs talking or did he actually feel this way?

“Did you not know?  Oops.”


“It’s Bruce,” he interrupted.

“Okay, Bruce, how about we talk when you’re all healed up and not high on drugs.”

“Okay,” he slurred, “but you’re staying here.”

You sighed and joined him on the bed, “Fine, but you better not suffocate me to death.”

He hummed in agreement and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up against his bare chest.  It felt kind of weird to cuddle with the Dark Knight with his family outside the door, but it also felt nice that he loved you, too.

something that really makes me sad is when artists feel pressured into doing things or when people make young artists feel bad because their skills may not seem up to par with other artists who are more popular. Let me tell you something,

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anonymous asked:

Based on some things I saw on twitter, do Diana and Arthur really have a close relationship?

it all started in the 90s’ JL issues where arthur often wanted to have no part in justice league business because every member was annoying as hell and by every member i mainly mean batman and green lantern, so diana would occassionally call him up like, “hey so funny thing, we need your help, we’re about to die again so yknow” and arthur would go, “how about i do the exact opposite” and diana would press on, “slap a white whale on darkseid’s left cheek or something” and arthur would do it but only because diana asked, then he’d jump back into the ocean gracefully

and now in more recent comics, they converse quite a lot, they’re both often troubled but they’re not ones to talk about their problems, not because darkness no parents a la bruce wayne but because their duty always comes first. so they’ve formed this friendship where they’ll check up on each other and i’m pretty sure they occassionally shit talk the other members. i don’t have proof of that last part but i will once i’m hired by DC

When I Found You (When I Lost You Part 2)

Summary: A soulmate AU. At the age of 13 everyone gets a empty soul mark and a vision of who their soulmate is. On every birthday, you get a new vision of your soulmate, like updates. At the same time, your soul mark fills up in accordance to how much longer you have to meet them. This is the second part, explaining what happens after the reader loses her soulmate.

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Inhuman! Reader; ft. the Avengers

Words: 4k+

Warnings: Angst, mentions of wounds, FLUFF

A/N: And here is the second and final installment of When I Lost You. I hope the change of title gives you an idea of what might happen. You’ll just have to read to find out what goes on. This one is hella long, once again. I think it’s because this one isn’t like a diary entry anymore. It’s all first person. I hope you like it aaah

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Happy birthday, Riko-chan!


Or should I say Princess Riko?
Because this fic turned into something that even I wasn’t expecting … :’) it might turn into a proper AU if people enjoy it haha … But I really don’t know how this fic will be received, so for now, I just hope that you’ll have fun reading it, or that you’ll just enjoy it a little …

Thanks for your time again, guys! But don’t expect a wild party and cake and candles and all, we’re kinda far from all this


Once all the guests have taken a seat and comfortably settled down, loud chatter erupts and fills the huge dining hall, much to Riko’s great displeasure. It is not like she isn’t happy to be here, at the head of the table with the two Queens –her parents– sitting next to her, surrounded by most of the servants who saw her grow up … and, of course, by far too many acquaintances.

No, honestly. Riko loves dining with her doting parents, and with ‘Auntie’ Tsubasa and ‘Auntie’ Honoka, two housemaids who are close friends with her Mama and Mommy, and whom she holds close to her heart. But, dining today with so many strangers is quite unnerving and nerve-wracking for the crimson-haired beauty. She couldn’t care less about the old aristocrats who were invited to her baptism years ago ; she couldn’t even care less about the other royal families, who are certainly here today out of obligation.

Truthfully, Riko would rather run away from that formal dinner than stay here, on her comfy seat, listening to the annoying chit-chat of all those toffs. She knows that the Queens aren’t the ones who orchestrated all this. After all, they are so thoughtful, so nice and so involved when it comes to their little princess that the idea of organizing a big ceremony for Riko’s twentieth birthday would have never crossed their mind. It is certainly their old and exasperating advisor behind this … setup. But her parents must have agreed because it was an occasion for them to adorn most of the rooms and halls and corridors with Riko’s favorite flowers –among all the flowers the princess tends to on a day-to-day basis.

Riko’s love for gardening comes from her childhood, the moment when her Mommy unconsciously conveyed her passion for plants and flowers to her. Riko remembers it as if it were yesterday : she was barely starting to learn how to speak when, one day, she escaped from her Mama and Honoka in the kitchens and ran to the garden. Where she bumped into her Mommy, who was watering a bush of light blue flowers. A few years later, she learnt that they were hydrangeas –and they quickly became her favorite–, while learning at the same time how to tend to an entire garden and everything related to the world of flowers.

“Mommy,” Riko once asked as she was sitting in the grass, the Queen tenderly braiding her daughter’s shoulder-length hair, “Why did you tell Auntie Tsubasa to take our pink p- … Peonies for her wedding bouquet?”

“Because peonies are known to be a symbol of romance and love, and even of beauty and honor,” her Mommy replied, fingers combing a few unruly crimson locks. “Pink peonies are often used in wedding bouquets, and I want your aunties to express their love for each other even with the bouquet.”

“Oh … Can they put my favorite flowers in their bouquet?”

Riko leaned her head back when she heard an uncharacteristic snort behind her, meeting her Mommy’s amused lilac eyes. “Unfortunately sweetheart, no one should make a wedding bouquet with blue hydrangeas.”

“Why? Don’t the other flowers mean love and beauty and grace? Like, all the flowers?”

“No,” Anju answered her daughter after tying the end of the braid with a magenta
kosumosu. “Yours, as it happens, don’t really represent love between two persons. If you give a blue hydrangea to someone, it means that you’re turning them down … With refinement,” the Queen giggled before seizing the ivory watering can, on which were drawn blossoms.

Riko stood up and grabbed her mother’s hand, following her under an arch with ivy and climbing roses creeping it up. “Mommy, can you tell me more about the flowers?”

“Of course.” She smiled, before loosening her grip around the little girl’s hand and handing her the watering can. “What if you water the tulips and I tell you everything about them, for now?”


Riko heaves a discreet sigh as she straightens her back once again, lowering her gaze and looking at the empty plate in front of her. Ah, she desperately wishes she could have shared this copious meal with someone else. How she misses those amazing sapphire irises …

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Paradoxical Labour (Part 2)

Summary: Y/N wanted her husband back and she didn’t care if she had cross through a million parallel universes, she’d find him but she nor he had any idea just what would happen when she would. (I haven’t gotten up to season 3, but I couldn’t wait to write something about Savitar, considering I spoiled it for myself, so if Savitar seems OOC, then I’m sorry and this is more AU than anything else.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Flash (2014) or anything associated.

Warnings: Swearing, sweet times between Savitar and Y/N as well as some moments with Barry and Earth 1 Y/N. First time parent fears and giving birth to a speedster.

Author’s Note: Side note, the duration of labour can actually last up to 20 hours but given as this is Savitar’s baby and the baby is obviously a speedster. I’ve incorporated that into the labour so the reader has actually burned through the Latent Phase quicker and is currently in the Active Phase which occurs when the cervix has dilated from 4 to 8 inches. It’s not at all true for the ACTUAL amount of time a normal human would be in the Latent Phase of labour. The Transition Phase is when the cervix has dilated from 8 to 10 inches, that means that the reader will be ready to give birth and that her cervix has softened and opened enough that she can start pushing. Thank you, WebMD.

Savitar x Reader (and slight Barry x Reader from Earth 1)

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“Barry~!” Y/N strangled a groan as she started vibrating so quickly she was nothing more than a blur and she gripped both Savitar and Barry’s hands, crushing them in her titanium grip as they led her to the bed in the med bay and Savitar ripped the cardigan off of her and took her hand as Barry stepped away.

“Baby, baby, Y/N!” Savitar called, his free hand sliding to her blurred clammy cheek and as terrified eyes opened to look into his and he helped her settle on the bed as Iris, Joe, Cisco and Wally stood just outside, also worried about Y/N’s doppelganger. “You’re going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise, you’ll be fine.”

“B-Barry, I’m scared,” Y/N sobbed, her voice in different pitches like Barry’s as Savitar’s eyes closed as he sighed, jaw clenching in worry.

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I may be some kind of filthy animal person, but at least I don’t think it’s okay to openly mock and belittle people on the internet for having an identity or belief system that I don’t buy into :)

Lean, Mean, Killing Machine- P.1

Characters: Sam x Colt!Reader, Dean, Rowena

Word Count: 2,569

Warnings: some angst? maybe, not a ton. Some fluff? Probably more than angst. Nothing too bad in here.

Request by @gabbie7-11: Can you do a Sam X reader where Rowena says you boys keep breaking this gun so I’m going to make it harder for you to break it or demons to break it. And she turns the gun into a woman. And she can kill any monster. she and the boys go off killing demons and monsters and she falls in love with Sam. It’s a crazy idea I know but I figured if anyone can write cool story out of a crazy idea it’s you.

Author’s Note: This is part one of a mini series. I will post the other parts when I have them done and will work on them shortly. If you want to be a Queen or apart of the Sam Fam, let me know and I’ll add you to the lists! So sorry this is out so late, I hope whoever requested it, that you like it!

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“Rowena! Come on! I know you’re in there!” Dean said as he pounded on the door. Rowena was spending time in a city the boys have never been to. She was at a motel which was the safest place for her to do her magic without anyone being suspicious.

“Dean, how do you know it’ll work?” Sam said, holding the broken gun in his hand.

“I just do. If she can get the Mark off me, then she can fix this,” Dean said, pounding on the door once more. “Rowena!!”

“Alright! You guys are like termites. You never go away.” Rowena said once she opened the door. She rolled her eyes and let the Winchester’s in, already knowing why they were hear.

“We need your help.” Dean said, not liking that he admitted defeat.

“Oh, right, you broke your little toy… again.” Rowena said, taking the Colt out of Sam’s hand and examined it, seeing how much damage the Winchesters managed to do to it this time.

“Hey, it’s not our fault. Maybe you just suck at fixing the gun.” Dean sassed, crossing his arms.

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Innuendo Bingo || Jack Maynard

Anon said: “Can you write an imagine where Jack hears your laugh for the first time?”

Hiya! I was originally planning another plot for this story but since it’s SuggSunday and Joe’s video made me cry of laughter, I needed to use it as an inspiration. It’s shorter than my other imagines but I hope you’ll like it! (Don’t hesitate to tell me if you want me to write you something longer!)  ♥

Word count: 480

Warning: none.


You weren’t used to this. Of course, you’ve met Joe’s friends a few months ago and were used to their ruckus all around your twin’s house but you always found a way to stay out of it as much as possible.

You did like them a lot, and vice versa, however, apart from Oli and Caspar, you were quite ill at ease with staying in the same room as them for too long. Some people could see that as being rude but it wasn’t really the case; you were just letting your brother having fun with his mates. From your point of view, it was simple: everyone needs a break from people they’re living with.

Today was different: as you were trying to escape 5 minutes into a conversation with Jack, Mikey and Joe before they began filming, the latter caught your wrist subtly and watched you intently, signalling you to stay.

“Y/N, we need your help for this one, would you like to stay, please?” Your brother asked. You couldn’t refuse this, so you nodded, smiling slightly, earning cheers from the boys.

Joe’s video was a new instalment of his “Youtuber Innuendo Bingo” series, and they were going to take turns, facing each other, trying to resist the urge of spitting water at each other’s faces. You could already tell this was going to be really funny by the way they were walking around the flat wearing swimming shorts. Soon enough everything was set and they began filming the video, with you on the side, choosing the extracts for them.

You were trying to stay as quiet as possible, to avoid getting in the video but at one particular moment, you just couldn’t hold you laugh back anymore: Joe began laughing but something went wrong and Jack shrieked with laughter, “You sucked it back up!” the blondie hooted, trying to catch his breath. Just hearing his voice made you giggle uncontrollably falling from your chair and catching Jack by surprise, making him laugh even louder.

“Y/N!” the young man said crying of laughter, “Maynard, that laugh-” “no, your laugh” he cut you “never thought I’d hear this in my life!”.

And that was true. It was obvious you never spent enough time with him for him to know you properly. That’s the reason why he felt that happy when he actually heard your booming laugh, secretly hoping it would never stop. He couldn’t help but admit his friend’s sister was pretty cute with that blush creeping on her cheeks, even though he tried to keep friendly thoughts toward you for the sake of his friendship with your brother.

With the time, you felt more and more confident about hanging out with those weird guys, and more precisely, the young Maynard. Hoping yourself you’d have an occasion to make him laugh again, just to see his eyes gleam with happiness.

This is based off a session of headcannoning (That’s not a word, but it should be) with @nayavelazquez. It’s ridiculous and not that well written tbh, but I hope you like it, love. I know I promised this to you months ago and look! I finally wrote it! Again I wish you a very happy birthday <3
This is basically just Solangelo fighting over Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics because nobody can convince me they do not have midnight dance parties and Bohemian rhapsody is the best song to do that to so. Enjoy!

Anyway the wind blows

No, William.’

Yes, Nico.’

‘You weren’t even alive when that song was popular!’

‘As if you were listening to music then?’

‘It was a casino. There was a radio. They played music, thank you very much.’

Will Solace and Nico di Angelo’s voices were filling the quiet that normally engulfed Camp Half-Blood at night. They were probably the only ones awake and had been for a while. At three in the morning, everyone was in bed and if it was known that Will Solace was in the Habes cabin at this hour, it probably wouldn’t end well. Not only did the rule that no two campers of opposite gender were allowed to be alone change so that Nico and Will weren’t allowed either, (Not that that rule was taken seriously; it was probably the one rule that got broken the most.) more important was the fact that it was at night. Two teenage, hormonal boys alone with their boyfriend at night? Some shocking, inappropriate things were bound to happen!

Well… a lot of things did happen, but maybe not necessarily what you’d expect. The two boys had been engaged in an intense lip-sync battle, that quickly escalated to them simply singing at the top of their lungs and dancing around the cabin; the one dance move more ridiculous than the previous one.

Will had an old mp-3 that didn’t give off any signals to monsters and he had every single popular song on it. From All you need is love to Baby to I can’t help falling in love to High School Musical to Money, Money, Money to Bohemian Rhapsody. Nico, surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, knew most of the older ones. Will saw it as his personal duty to educate Nico on modern pop culture and he took that very seriously.

At the moment the music was drowned out by their arguing, though. When Bohemian Rhapsody had come on, everything had gone downhill.

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Thanks! I really like drawing him! :>

King Dragon strikes me as the kind of person who sounds intimidating at first, but then you realise that he’s sort of just here to be edgy. He’s never actually fought Dennis (at least from what I’ve seen of him), except for the time that he tried rapping at him, I guess. 

Like the townspeople were like “Dennis, we need your help to defeat King Dragon!”

And Dennis is like “Why? Is he destroying villages, burning crops, and/or wreaking havoc upon the land?”

And the townspeople just go “No, he’s just really annoying. Can you make him go away?”

I imagine a Bechloe scene in PP3 going like

Beca taking a shower after some kind of discussion or fight with the girls, being like really pissed off and Chloe suddenly pulling the curtain and entering there, and Beca jumping like “Dude! We´ve talked about this, no more shower visits!” and Chloe being all chill about it like in PP1, and then she asks Beca if she´s okay about whatever problem she had with the Bellas, and as Beca is so upset, Chloe starts singing Titanium.

Beca turns around slowly and starts singing too, and when they finish she makes some joke about Chloe always bursting into her shower to sing, and Chloe just smiles softly and they stare into each other´s eyes until Fat Amy screams something like: “Guyys, when you are done with the eye-banging, we need your help over here!” so they just laugh a bit and Chloe goes out of the shower shooting one last look at Beca.

I know this isn´t really good,but Idk, I´d like to see another shower moment in PP3. Any Bechloe moment actually.

i suddenly had this headcanon of Hina organizing some things in the 24th ward and she finds a little bag with Touka’s make up, and she’s like “oh, i’ll give this to her” but then she finds herself sneaking inside the bag and she’s really curious about how to use make up, and she tries to put some blush on her cheeks but it’s not her right color… somehow i feel like being inside aogiri prevented her from being able to do girl stuff and have time for herself, so she doesn’t really know how to put on makeup apart from gloss and probably some mascara, so then Touka finds her trying to use her make up and she’s like “do you need help?” and Hinami is super excited about it, so Touka changes her look a bit and makes her look super pretty and Hinami is like *o* thank you onee-chan♥♥ 

and Touka is on the verge of tears because the kids grow sooo fast, and then Ayato comes in like “hey hina, we need your help with something” and she stands up smiling like crazy “ayato-kun! how do i look? onee-chan made my make up” and Touka is like huehue “yeeeeah Ayato, she looks beautiful, doesn’t she?” and Ayato 😳 😳 😳 *blushes furiously* “uuhh… well.. H-HOW COULD I KNOW, i don’t know a-anything about make up..” but of course he knows she looks pretty, although he wouldn’t say that out loud in front of Touka, but i’m sure he has no problem to say that to Hina when no one’s watching