not so fab sorry

Les amis rapping head canons

Courf decides to instigate a rap off as an excuse to show off his skills (he just got really into Hamilton.) and the following ensues:

Bahorel: knows Biggie like the back of his hand.

JBM: can rap huge chunks in perfect unison. Everyone is especially shocked by Bossuet.

Jehan: asks if slam poetry counts as rap. It is unanimously agreed that it doesn’t.

R: learns really childish raps about climate change just to piss Enjolras off but when E calls him out on it he stares him straight in the eyes and drops this . Enjolras really doesn’t know how to react but hes kinda turned on

Combeferre: gets teased (all in good nature of course) because he’s black but can’t rap. Eventually he just calmly takes of his glasses and stands up and drops Nicki’s Monster verse. Courf melts.

Feuilly and Enjolras do not rap. they refuse outright. 

here you have a little drawing of modern Rapunzel for your comic!

HOW DID I NOT GET THIS UP ON MY BLOG BEFORE. DEAR GOODNESS LOOK AT THIS LOVELY. 

novocainebarnes  asked:

jw (if you posted it before, sorry i didnt get all the way through your blog but i love your hcs and all the stuff you post ) do you have come up any origin stories for the fabulous four?

Thank you so much you’re so sweet😊. Alright, so I don’t really have an origin story for anyone except my OC, but I could try to make one up if you want? This one’s for Ghoul.

I think that he was born in the zones, killjoy blood runs through his veins and that shit fuels the energetic motherfucker. His parents, well they lived through the wars of the early years, they were a pair who were known pretty well throughout the zones, had a lot of allies and friends you know. But because they were so well known and respected out there it made them a target for Bli, they were ghosted in a firefight and Ghoul caught news of it on the radio when he was 16, to this day he still never really allowed himself to mourn, he just kind of shrugged it off and told himself that “this shit happens all the time out here”.

Many of his parents’ old friends offered to take him in to their gangs but he refused to stay with anyone other than Jetstar who had been a family friend for a long time. So for about 3 years it had been just the two of them, surviving together and living off of each other. That is, until they drove down to zone 2 one day and happened upon a pair of siblings, stumbling through the dirt and on the brink of starvation. So they they brought them to the diner and fed them, in exchange the siblings offered their names and stories. They introduced themselves as Gerard and Mikey and explained that they were juvie halls from the city who had just entered the zones about two days ago, hell they didn’t even have Killjoy names yet. Jet and Ghoul knew these kids wouldn’t make it a day out there by themselves, so they took them in, showed them the ropes, shared food and information.

Ghoul got a lot of shit from bigger gangs who knew his parents because like “What the fuck dude, we asked you to join our gang but you decide to play killjoy dress up with two City kids! You’re gonna starve out there and don’t come crawling to us when you kill each other for the last can of Power Pup” Regardless of everything, it didn’t take long for Party Poison and Kobra Kid to not only become valuable members of their gang, but also valued friends, the Fab Four eventually became one of the most well known gangs in he zones.

Winter’s Flower: Robb Stark X Reader

This is to the amazing @myironthrone who was also a huge help and is just a fab person! Go check her out!! Sorry this took so long… Hope you love it!

Warnings: Fear. Kissing. Intimacy.

Originally posted by drain-seeker

You were so afraid, but you could not let it show.

The men of the North were cold, tough, they told you.

“Are you ready, Lady Y/N?” A guard asked and you nodded taking a deep breath as you were lead through the tent and into the room.

“Introduce yourself.” A lord called at you so coldly, you gulped slightly and looked down.

“I am the Lady Y/N-”

“Louder, girl!”

“Easy Lord Bolten.” The King of the North growled at him, “She is helping us. Continue, Lady Y/N.”

You sighed and looked at the kind eyes of the King of the North who smiled gently at you as you began again, “I am Lady Y/N of the House Tyrell. I have come here, accept the term of traitor and deserter of the South and would like to share everything I know of the Baratheon-Lannister house.” 

The king smile grew and nodded at you, “Continue.”

“The Baratheon and Lannister men have been combined and they plan to take the North by means of Siege.”

A lord looked down at you. “How many men?”

“Around 40,000.”

“And the penalty you give yourself should this be false?” The Lord Bolton spat causing you to look at the ground.

“Traitor of the North.” You replied numbly, “Death.”

This caused the room to fall silent as they waited for the King to speak next.

He stood up and walked towards you, “Very well. I will take Lady Y/N to her tent. Thank you for my consul, my Lords. I will see you in the morn.” Offering you his arm, you looked at him nervously and took it as he lead you along to your tent.


You didn’t get much sleep, fearing the Lord Bolten would break into your room and strangle you, but you didn’t dislike the North. The clothing, the hair styles, even the weather please you far more the South or even the Reach.

The North’s king was not all bad either.

He was kind to you, spearing moments he could to get you out of your tent, inviting you to sit at his table for dinner, even allowing you to sit at the occasional council meetings. He was also generous to provide you with whatever you needed and in whatever supply. Be it books, paper, bards, jesters, even supplies of ink. Whatever you commanded her did his best to supply.

On top of that, he was incredibly good looking.

You wondered often, what the end of this war would mean. Should the Lannisters’ win I shall surly loose my head, but what of the Starks? Or Baratheon?

The Stark’s wanted nothing but the revenge they truly deserved. The death of Lord Eddard was cruel and unjust. The North, at last, deserved it’s freedom from the realm. It was due to this, not your life on the line that you prayed for the Stark’s victory, but the question remained.

What will be done with me when Robb Stark is officially made King of the North by more than his banner men?

Your handmaiden’s claimed he would wed you, giving him some claim to Highgarden and the Reach along with the North. You constantly reassured them of the unlikely hood of this, as the Lord Stark was promised to another yet they insisted. You tried to ignore this as it was highly impractical, yet you prayed for it to be true.

You envied your sister for having Joffrey, who you heard was nothing more than a child and tried not to hide it. Your sister wrote that Sansa Stark’s exact words were monster, at least last time she wrote to you. This left you terrified for her and yet, there was nothing you could do..

You pondered this day and night, which was why perhaps you had so little sleep.

It was one of those nights when your fear and anxiety was too high so you decided to put on my suitable clothes and take a walk around camp. You were doing just so, not disturbing anyone when a hand touched your shoulders causing you to almost jump out of your skin.

“Gods be good Y/N!” The hearted laugh of Robb spoke as your jump clearly startled him, “You will be the death of me, I swear it.”

“I am so sorry Robb.” You sighed, grabbing your arm and meeting his eyes. “I meant no harm I just could not sleep.”

He nodded, taking your arm, causing you to look up upon him “Understandable. I wish you would of told me you haven’t been sleeping.”

“How could you-” He pointed to the bags under your eyes and you sighed, “I am just so frightened Robb.. And yet I have never felt safer… I am sorry.. It’s very confusing and conflicting. I mean not to trouble you. You have enough troubles without my fault.”

“You are no trouble, my dearest, I assure you. You best not even say that.” He smirked, “I know you are loving it here… And I assure you, so long as it in my power none shall harm you.”

You nodded and smiled gratefully, though his words brought little to no comfort with them. “I cannot bear to think what happens after the war.” Sighing and cutting him off before he could reassure you, you stressed, “Should the Lions win, I will loose my head. The Stags will banish me. And the Wolves… I know not what they will do to me…”

“You mean me?” He asked, slight hurt in his voice, “You do not trust me, my Lady?”

“I am fearful… I believe this right is given and fair. I have betrayed all those I loved and now they must kill me. I have lied and ran and left my home for the place that I believe is truly my home but never will be.”

“But what if it is?”  He asked, stepping in front of you and grabbed both your arms as you stared into his eyes and he into yours, “I have the right mind to marry you, Y/N. Not when the war is over, but right now.”

You looked at him in shock, “Robb I-”

“I know, I promised to a Frey girl, but I don’t care.” He kissed your lips fiercely and pulled you closer to him, responding almost instantly, your lips squeezing his arms as his lips brushed yours. Finally pulling apart for you to breathe, he pressed his forehead to yours, whispering against your lips, “Tell me you love me, Y/N. Tell me now.”

“I love you.” You spat out instantly, kissing him gently, quickly, but urgently, “I love only you Robb,” You spoke as you went back into his lips, feeling him smirk and move his arms so he could lift you into the air and hold you in his arms.

“Then, my beautiful winter flower, we will never be separated again.”

anonymous asked:

Thank you for joining the defense squad! This is my first experience with an online fandom meltdown and I gotta say I'm mystified. CE is fun and kind and a good actor and I guess you could say is imperfect like everyone else. That's really all I care about. I think being a fan is fun! I'd be exhausted nitpicking every perceived wrong. I think I'll hang out on the new blog with you guys for awhile, you're the best!

Hey there nonnie! I’m so excited for this whole new thing with @evanstandefensesquad and most importantly my babes @ya-girl-evanstrash and @thecountessakasha who are so fucking fab! 

Originally posted by baawri

(lmao all three of us slaying- I’m sorry, I just watched a shit ton of Bollywood movies this weekend so giffing from that)

IKR, with Hiddleswift and this whole CE fandom meltdown this has been me for the past few weeks: 

Originally posted by dildaar

OF COURSE YEAH! Being a fan on Tumblr should be fun, and nobody should be out to get anyone or nitpick anything! He’s an imperfect cinnamon roll who I’ll still end up loving for his professional life and the countless interviews and other things he’s done.

And if you feel like you’re a fan- then you are! I can cognitive dissonance and I ain’t nobody to judge on this whole new development in his life so I’m still gonna be here, writing and blogging his cute white boy butt. 

Butttttt, I’ll still say, nobody should be sending hate to one another for their opinions about what’s going on in the fandom. For the people who are leaving, thanks for the good times, great writing and awesome blogging- you’ve left your indelible mark on the fandom and we all wish you well in whatever you’re doing in the future. 

Originally posted by nazwiskotonieimie

and for those who are sticking around and are just coming in, WELCOME TO OUR TRASHY ASS LIVES <3 

Originally posted by baawri

See you on the flip side <3 and you’re the best boo, thanks for this lovely lovely message 

Originally posted by aishmovingherfaceslightly