Gorillaz just dropped their album, Lana just dropped her singles, Fall Out Boy just fucked me up by surprise and The Killers are rumored to be putting out an album in October I dare you motherfuckers to say music won’t save this year
There’s been a lot of question as to whether or not Anti will be showing up in October this year. Now personally, I’d like to think he’s not going to show himself and here are the reasons why:
Firstly, Jack’s going to be going on tour, so I don’t see how he’d have the time to create any Anti stuff. Secondly, I recently saw him respond to a post about whether or not we’d see Anti in October and he seemed really unsure, plus it seemed to him that it’d still be a bit too early to bring Anti back (which I have to agree with him). Also, I know October’s the spooky month and all, but if we always expect Anti to show up on Halloween, where’s the surprise in that? Anti’s all about being unpredictable. He showed up at PAX, no one expected that. He showed up in the middle of SUMMER - such an odd time for him to show up!
Personally, I’d like to think he’ll show up either in November or December. Could you imagine? We’ll go through October, all on edge expecting him to show up, but not once does he make an appear. So we let our guard down by the end of October. And then come November, Anti hints start showing up and suddenly it’s part 2 of the Antipocalypse, and it leads up to December. But what would really mess us up is if come the week of Christmas, suddenly everything stopped. No hints, no zalgo text, no images, no suspicious videos titles. It all just stops and goes quiet for DAYS.
Now I got a REALLY twisted idea the other morning. Bear with me here and just imagine this:
If Anti is going to go after Chase (which I honestly think he is), and if he did show up around Christmas, imagine this:
You get up Christmas morning and have a great lovely morning with the family, opening gifts and what have you. You know, having a happy fun-filled Christmas morning :) And after everything’s calmed down, you go online and find out Jack’s posted some sort of Christmas video.
It’s a video of Chase and he’s going to FINALLY get to see his kids (because it’s Christmas! Why the hell not?!) It’s all happy fun times….until things begin to go awry and Anti comes in to fuck things up. What would happen, I don’t know. I don’t know if he’d corrupt Chase, torture him, kill him. Either way, I got this sick idea that he’d kill our “favorite boy” and that would be like his Christmas present to us all. Could you fucking imagine?! Do you know how fucking twisted and sadistic that’d be - for him to kill our precious cinnamon roll (ON CHRISTMAS DAY, WHEN HE WAS GOING TO SEE HIS KIDS!!!) - and we can’t do fuck all, and he does it as some twisted gift idea for us all?! It’d be worse if Anti made Chase’s kids watch too! It’d be so messed up!
We would be scarred for days, weeks, MONTHS! We would NEVER forgive Jack for doing something like that - we’d probably temporarily hate him for a day or two. But the scary thing is just how easily I could imagine something like this happening. For crying out loud, Jack loves horror and he knows how much we love Chase, plus Anti’s know for being unpredictable. You put all of that together and the possibilities are endless (and frightening).
The world around, just for a millisecond, seems to numb. All sound is sucked out of the atmosphere itself. All Sabo can hear is the crack of his boots on the stone below, and blood pulses through his ears like war drums in his mind. Every cell in his body aches, but he pushes on. It’s been a long journey to get here, peppered with storms and regret, and the young revolutionary can’t remember the last time he slept. He certainly doesn’t feel like the strong revolutionary he is in this tired, young body. In this world, he comes as a brother, not a soldier.
Heavy breathing. Blonde hair heavy with sweat falls into Sabo’s eyes, and he shoves another body out of the way so hard that they don’t get back up again. Ahead, shrouded in dust and smoke, Luffy has fallen to the ground – he doesn’t look the same as he did when Sabo last saw him. His chest is unscarred, eyes filled with horror, shoulders shaking. Alone on the ground, Luffy seems so small in comparison to the Pirate King that he was when his brother last laid eyes on him at the execution stand. His little brother looks young; too young to be in this war, too young to have to watch what’s about to happen.
No. Sabo won’t let it happen again, not this time. Screw timelines, screw what this might mean for the world. He had a chance to go back and change things. His devil fruit – Ace, living on somehow through Sabo’s own blood – didn’t approve. Neither did Dragon. Sabo doesn’t care. His mind has been overtaken by some alien force, a thirst for the thing he’s been missing for the decade since Ace’s death. A thirst to change things.
Sabo pushes this lean, twenty-year old body harder. The world is still numb, strangely quiet, as if drawing breath as it watches on. The weight of everything Sabo has ever wished for weighs heavily on his shoulders. This is it. This is the moment where the timeline changes. Ace lunges forward. Luffy’s eyes, brown reflecting magma and fire, widen. Sabo takes a flying leap, coat flaring out behind him, just as Akainu raises his fist.
Everything speeds back up.
Sabo barrels into his brothers with enough force to send them both flying back but makes sure to wrap an arm around each, blood singing in his veins. Ace yells out, pushing back against Sabo with rage in his eyes, and the heat radiating harshly from him is tangible. Luffy is limp at the blonde’s other side, and Sabo’s eyes are too blurred to see his face properly. Heat explodes behind them. The Red Dog is angered, magma pouring from him copiously, but his moment is over. Sabo did it. He took his chance, and the world feels like it’s shifting before his very eyes. There’s no going back now.
“Made it on time!”
The yell escapes from his throat before he can stop it, something between a victory cry and a threat. The battlefield is silent for a split second, and Sabo can hear his voice echoing through it over and over, a reinforcement of his own success. Of Ace’s survival. At the distinctive Grey Terminal lilt that laces the ex-noble’s voice, Ace freezes, a strange expression overthrowing the anger on his face. Luffy’s eyes widen, filling with hope and elation.
All three brothers hit the ground, hard. The world comes back to Sabo in a rush like a tsunami, and suddenly they’re running again, Ace and Luffy stumbling and yelling, both confused as to what’s happening but elated at what they just heard. Heat pushes at Sabo’s senses, so intense that panic floods his veins like a drug, and for a second he sees the boat burning around him. Then, it’s gone. The battlefield replaces everything from the past, and surprisingly, the young man is glad for it. Let this war encompass him. If it means Ace lives, so be it – war will come and go, but Sabo will never have another change like this again. Nothing is going to stop him.
“Who the hell are you?!” Ace asks as they run, surprisingly following Sabo. He looks shaken, as if coming so close to losing Luffy just now rattled him to the core. His voice is uncertain, eyes just as hopeful as Luffy’s now, and Sabo’s heart wrenches when he realises that somehow, deep down, they recognise him.
Luffy’s voice is small in Sabo’s ear, torso shuddering against his back. All his fight is gone. Sabo doesn’t recall slinging him onto his back but he must’ve, maybe when the first starting running. Everything is one pulsing, thronging blur. Travelling ten years back in time must be messing up his head.
Ace’s breath hitches, and his head spins around so fast that his neck must ache. His eyes meet Sabo’s for the first time, and he stumbles for a second, caught off guard. For the first time since Sabo arrived here, he can see that ten-year old kid shining out of Ace’s eyes. Too young to take on the world and wearing his big dreams like medals of honor; questioning whether he should be alive; hurt, but still hoping for something bigger than himself.
“Sabo?!” Ace’s voice breaks. Behind them, two of Whitebeard’s commanders clash with Akainu in a supernova of light and sound.
Against his will, Sabo feels tears spring into his eyes, and a grin stretches across his face even as they fall. Ahead of them, the ocean is just visible, wide and true. “I’ve missed you both,” he chokes out, and they run together still. Ace seems to have stopped even breathing. Around them the battle rages on, and Sabo feels horribly exposed without his pipe. “I missed you so much.”
Maybe this time, Sabo can stop the execution of the second pirate king before it happens, too. Maybe both Luffy and Ace will survive this time, if he just plays his cards right. Maybe Sabo and his brothers can stay together and stay alive. Maybe, just maybe, he really did change the timeline for good.
A tired cheer roars through the Whitebeard Pirates as they join the three brothers, unknowing of who Sabo is but uncaring. Ace and Luffy are still in shock, disbelieving and confused, but Sabo can see the eldest of the trio as his face begins to light up. It’s like watching the sun come out. Luffy’s arms tighten slightly around him, sluggish and weak but filled with affection, and for the first time in a long time, Sabo has no regrets. He has his brothers.
Maybe time-travel wasn’t such a bad idea.
Okay so I saw that you really loved the asl pic in the magazine so I just had to write this little thing (mostly just to get out of writer’s block lmao). I hope you like it!
i say this every time, but seriously… read @tyranttortoise‘s Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady. this latest chapter is one of only innumerable reasons why it is forever in my top favorite fics, period.
… and talk about seeing fireworks with a kiss. <333 honestly red is my eternal weakness, and i’m not even mad about it.
“When are we going in the water?” Noodle asked as she shielded
her eyes from the sun. Her pink Barbie sunglasses were outstanding in
appearance, however in performance, they did nothing to protect her eyes from
the harmful UV rays.
Russel, Noodle, 2D, and Murdoc stood behind the large entrance
line to their local waterpark, earning a few concerning glances from waiting
families due to the fact that they looked completely out of place. Noodle
couldn’t decide at the store as to which bathing suit she wanted, so she
sported an odd pair of a Little Mermaid
bathing suit top and Lilo and Stitch
bottoms; her little scuba diving flippers were probably her favorite part of
the look. 2D looked pastier than usual because he slathered on too much sun
screen. He sported a fine professional speedo along with racing goggles and a
white pool cap. The only thing that looked out of place were his SpongeBob armbands; he had to get the
kids size because his arms were too thin. Murdoc looked the oddest out of them
all. He was decked out in a floral print mankini, his cape did the public a favor
because it hid his assne from the large amounts of young impressionable
children. He also wore a pair of camo Crocs™.
The only person that looked normal was Russel, as he wore a baseball cap and a
simple pair of swim trunks; the best dad out of the three.
The line moved faster than expected, Noodle awkwardly hobbling
like a penguin in front of them as she made her way to the kiddie pool. Russel
sat on a lounge chair under the shade and reminded her to come out every half
hour for a new coat of sunscreen. Murdoc sat next to a couple of good looking
moms and began striking up a conversation, “Lovely weather we’re having, yeah?”
“We’re in the middle of a heat wave…” One of the mothers says
before laughing a bit. They turn to look at their children playing in front of
Noodle’s loud laughter could be heard as she splashed water in another
kids face before pushing him down underneath the water.
“Dear lord,” another
mother says as she watches Noodle steal the other child’s armbands before
dunking his head underneath the water.
“She’s fantastic, isn’t she?” Murdoc says before he leans
forward and shouts, “You’re doing great, sweetie!”
“Is that your daughter?”
“Nah, we just found her in a Fedex
box on our doorstep a few months ago.” Murdoc says, flashing the woman a
shark-like smile before leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms behind
Meanwhile, 2D was sat next to Russel reapplying air into his
already deflated SpongeBob arm
floaties. One of the single mothers notices as she approaches him, sitting on
the unoccupied lounge chair to his right, “Aww, are those for your daughter?”
she asks, smiling and nodding towards where Noodle seems to have commandeered a
small army of sun cream slathered children.
2D looks at the mother in confusion, “Nah, they’re for me.”
The mother, clearly a little weirded out, gets up and leaves
quickly. Noodle spends a decent amount of time in the kiddie pool, 2D
eventually joins her once his SpongeBob
armbands are overinflated. He earns the attention of the other children in the
kiddie pool and they begin to climb his lanky legs and arms, as if he were
nothing more than a tree. One of them accidentally pulls down his speedo a bit
in the process, exposing himself for the entire pool to see. The children break
out into hysterics, screaming and scattering the kiddie pool as 2D tucks himself
back in to the skimpy swimwear. The band of four are escorted out of the kiddie
pool by a lifeguard and asked to stay at least 50 feet from the area.
Noodle spots an ice cream truck and lets out a piercing scream, the
other three barely flinch having gotten well used to her loud noises. 2D seems
equally enthusiastic, hoisting Noodle up to look at the selection of ice creams
and ice lollies. The two dither and take their time.
“Can I get a 99 with a flake?” 2D asks, just as Murdoc decides
he’s had enough.
“For fucks sake, move,” Murdoc shoves 2D to the side, “Is there
alcohol in the cider ice lolly?”
“Uh…” the poor man in the truck pauses, “No, sorry mate.“
“False fuckin’ advertising. Fine, I’ll have one anyway.”
Russel orders the biggest ice cream available, and Noodle waves,
drawing attention to herself.
“Me too, me too!”
“Noodle, no, it’s too big, you
won’t finish it,” Russel says.
“Me too!” she screeches insistently, and Russel
Ice cream in hand and pockets considerably lighter from the cold
dairy behemoths that both Russel and Noodle hold, the happy family of four make
their way over to an unoccupied table. Once seated, 2D licks his ice cream a
little too enthusiastically and it ends up falling onto his thighs. He tries to
scoop it up with the cone, but Russel stops him so he doesn’t embarrass them
“Russ, what should I do?” 2D asks as he tries to wipe it off
with the few napkins they grabbed.
“Go wash it off in the pool over there,” Russel points to the
nearest pool and 2D heads over, squatting awkwardly as he washes the remaining
ice cream from his thighs. Murdoc laughs at 2D as he licks his lolly with his
abnormally long tongue, it wraps around the treat twice. He sees a few women
watching him, and he winks. He laughs harder when 2D gets yelled at by one of
the lifeguards for contaminating the water. His laughter is cut short when a
seagull swoops down and steals his lolly.
“Oi, give that back you stupid feathery git!” he shouts as he
sprints after the bird. Noodle, Russel and 2D sit quietly as they watch Murdoc
chase after the bird. 2D sneaks bits of Noodle’s ice cream whenever she looks
the other way.
“Those next!” Noodle says, pointing to a collection of face
paced water slides. Screams of terror can be heard all the way from their small
table down below.
“Are you sure about that one?” Russel asks cautiously. 2D eyes
the slides fearfully.
“Please please please please—”
“Alright. Finish your ice cream first,” Russel says before they
collect Murdoc and head off. Noodle eagerly climbs the stairs as they approach
the line for Pirate’s Drop. 2D holds onto the side railing for dear life as
they climb higher and higher above the ground. Murdoc chats up a few girls,
making up some random bizarre crap about the ride, even though he’s never
actually been on it before. Soon enough, they’re next up to go down the slides.
2D sits awkwardly at the top of one, Noodle on the one to his left. “Tell me
when to go,” he says as he looks into down into the pitch black slide
“Yeah, alright mate,” Murdoc says, beginning to count down from
10 before he kicks 2D’s back on 6, sending him spiraling wildly down the abyss.
His screams fade out the further he travels down. Noodle cautiously stands up
again, backing away from the mouth of the slide, clinging onto the railing with
white knuckles. “I don’t wanna anymore…”
“Hey, Noodle, look over there!” Murdoc yells insincerely while
pointing at the sky to his right. She looks up at nothing before Murdoc lunges
forward and shoves her down into the slide. She screams piercingly, fading as
she gets further down. Murdoc cackles triumphantly at the top of the slide,
hands on his hips, feeling very proud of himself. “A+ parenting, eh Russ?”
Russel glares at the bassist. “Hey, Muds, look over there,” he
says in a deadly straight voice.
“Nice try, Russ but—” his scream cuts him off as Russel picks
him roughly and throws him into the slide, head first. He smirks to himself as
he takes his seat and peacefully makes his way down the slide, as it should be.
When Murdoc, Russel and Noodle reunite in the small pool of
water at the end of the slides, Noodle karate chops Murdoc in the dick, his
mankini protecting his genitals very little as the pain surges throughout his
entire body, his entire soul. Russel, Noodle, and Murdoc all stand outside the
pool and wait patiently for 2D to emerge from one of the slides. Russel narrows
his eyes as he scans the crowd of people emerging from the slides, “I don’t
“Aren’t those his?” Murdoc asks as 2D’s speedos flop into the
water from the second nearest slide. Murdoc wades through the water towards it,
sticking his head in. “Oi faceache! You stuck or something?” Russel and Noodle
watch Murdoc, and then look up to where loud, piercing, high pitched screams
leak through the slide. “Three, two, one,” they count down together, and
suddenly 2D slams into Murdoc, naked as the day he was born, sending them both
sprawling through the pool, almost knocking down a crowd of girls.
“My speedos!” 2D hollers as he surfaces, hair slicked down over his
eyes, “I’ve lost my flippin’ speedos!” The girls scatter with shrieks of terror
and Murdoc grabs 2D’s speedos gingerly, throwing them in 2D’s face. “Here you
go, blue pubes,” he mutters.
what next?” Murdoc asks as he and 2D join the rest of the band.
Noodle yells, pointing to the various diving boards over to their right. Her
finger falls as the person standing from the highest board leaps, falling and
landing heavily on the surface.
I’m gonna sit this one out,” Russel says as they approach the attraction. He
sits underneath the shade of a beach umbrella below while the rest of the band
makes their way over to the stairs leading to the diving boards.
this, can we go to the wave pool?” 2D asks as the three of them head up the
whatever,” Murdoc says, distracted by the skimpy bikini clad arses of 3 girls
climbing just ahead of them. The line for the boards moved particularly fast
and soon enough, they found themselves standing upon the highest board,
glancing down at the water with wide eyes. “Uh, why don’t you go first D, old
buddy, old pal?” Murdoc steps aside and gestures his hands for the singer to
step in front.
you got cold feet or something?”
dreams, mate!” Murdoc snaps, almost cutting 2D off as he steps in front, his
ego getting the better of him. Noodle stands in front of 2D as they watch the
bassist slowly make his way to the edge of the board. Murdoc looks down and
swallows the lump in his throat, “It’s just a few meters above the water,
that’s all. You’ve got this, Murdoc. You’ve go—”
talk is cut short when a pair of small hands push him forward, over the edge of
the board. He screams loudly the entire way down until he lands, belly first,
on the water. He floats face down on the surface until a lifeguard grabs a pool
hook and tows him to the edge.
jump is much more graceful. She leaps off of the board with confidence and her
head high, arms positioned to her sides as she falls into the water with
elegance and poise; she puts the competitive divers to shame.
he just fucking falls. His arms and legs move out of sync with his body, and
his screams echo throughout the entire water park. He lands head first and
emerges coughing and hacking, his eyes completely covered by his wet hair. One
of his armbands had come loose and floated away, and he thrashes the water,
yelling hoarsely for help.
up, mate!” yells one of the lifeguards.
yelling just long enough to extend his legs and find that he’s thrashed himself
into the shallows before racing out of the water to where Russel sits, looking
disappointed in all of them except Noodle. “Now can we go to the wave pool,
please?” 2D begs, teeth chattering.
hobbles over, his entire front bright red and sore, gnashing his teeth and very
pissed off. “Whatever,” he growls, softening only slightly when Noodle takes
his hand and sticks her tongue out at him.
They find a
nice place to put their belongings underneath a large pool umbrella. 2D looks
at his arms and notices that they appear less pasty, “Oi, Murdoc, can you put
some more sun cream on me?” 2D asks as he fishes the sunscreen bottle out from
your fucking-,” Murdoc snaps, then stops halfway through, a sinister smile
forming upon his already repulsive face, “Yeah, yeah alright, sure thing,
buddy,” He squeezes the bottle and pours out a considerable amount onto this
hands before he slaps it forcefully onto 2D’s bare back. 2D lets out a yelp of
slight pain before Murdoc aggressively paints his back with the sunscreen.
“Stop wriggling,” he growls, and 2D mutters under his breath. Murdoc takes one
of his grimy fingers and draws a penis into the sun cream, topping it off with
a pair of hairy balls. “Bob’s your uncle,” Murdoc says, sniggering and patting
2D’s shoulder with surprising gentleness before trotting off after Russel and
Noodle. 2D lumbers after them, grinning unknowingly at the groups of giggling
people who get a glimpse of his back.
sprints into the water until her chin is just above the water and doggy paddles
forward, giggling loudly. Russel trails after her and hoists her up on his
shoulders and swims further into the waves. Noodle hollers excitedly as she
points forward, directing Russel like an ocean faring captain as he swims,
digging her heels into his sides like a horse.
about as he tries to lopsidedly paddle forward his way through the wave pool.
He floats at an angle, due to the fact that one of his arm bands had gone
missing as he struggles to catch up to Russel and Noodle. Unknown to him,
Murdoc swims a few feet below him, grinning evilly, ascending slowly until he’s
level with 2D’s giant duck feet.
swift moment, he grabs hold of his ankles and yanks him down. 2D disappears
beneath the water, and then bursts up, gasping, arms flailing about as he
struggles to hold himself above the water, “Shark! theres a fucking shark in
the pool!” he screeches, looking around desperately, “RUS! RUS! SAVE NOODLE!
SAVE YOURSELF! DON’T WORRY ABOUT MURDOC, TAKE NOODLE AND RUN!”
strangers shoot him questioning glances as they slowly swim away from him. He
flails his arms like a madman, his remaining armband flying off and hitting a
small child in the face. A lifeguard whistle sounds, drawing everyone’s
attention and 2D stops struggling all at once.
emerges from the water behind him, shaking with laughter, clutching his sides.
“You shoulda seen your fucking face!” he splutters, pushing his hair out of his
face, “Fucking hell!”
we’re going to have to ask you and your daughter to leave the park,” one of the
lifeguards says, gesturing at where Russel has his face buried in his hands and
Noodle is laughing loudly and kicking the water.
daughter?” 2D questions, and Murdoc sniggers. “Yeah, alright, my daughter and I will leave the park,”
Russel apologizes profusely as the lifeguard escorts them to the exit. He turns
to Murdoc and 2D, Noodle still on his shoulders, looking equally serious.
Russell glares at them both. “Wow, a record, two whole hours!” he exclaims
have be MORE if SOMEONE didn’t try to DROWN me,” 2D complains loudly as the
four head towards the exit of the water park.
trap, dickback” Murdoc mutters. Murdoc glances at the nice red penis shape
burnt onto 2D’s back.
fun,” Noodle pipes up, earning the attention of all three. The faintest trace
of a smile appears on Murdoc’s face as Russel and 2D grin fondly at the young
we finish the day off with some pizza?” 2D suggests.
if every pizza place hadn’t put us on a no-serve list,” Russel reminds him.
it, let’s just get McDonalds,” Murdoc growls, “I’m too old for this shit.”
Me, internally: In the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, John Gabriel Utterson has live with knowing that both of his best friends are dead. He was the lawyer to both of them but still the death of Robert (Hastie) Lanyon was still so sudden and out of the blue, he couldn’t save Dr. Lanyon. Then he has to live with knowing he was seconds too late to save Henry Jekyll. This is all canon by book standards. Not to mention, Lanyon doesn’t exist in the musical but Utterson does. Mr. Utterson is forced to shoot Dr. Jekyll six times, killing him. In the Wedding Reception, after Henry is shot, you can hear John drop his gun and cry “Oh my God! No!” In every adaptation, John Gabriel Utterson is forced to watch his best friends die.
I can’t look at all this terf stuff it actually makes me depressed that people can believe in something so stupid and be so righteous in it???? Like????? You can’t be sexually attracted to vaginas I’m sorry that doesn’t exist ￼
imagine how much better the Thor movies would’ve been if Frigga were actually written in a realistic way rather than a ‘women don’t talk when the menfolk are talking’ way
I mean she’s a powerful magic user and more importantly she’s a MOM. Thor and Loki wouldn’t have gotten away with SHIT. The entire goddamn plot never would’ve happened, no wonder they dumbed her down.
Frigga would’ve busted in like “NO THOR, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO JOTUNHEIMR, YOU’RE GOING TO YOUR ROOM. YOU’RE GROUNDED FOR A WEEK. SIF, HOGUN, FANDRALL, VOLSTAGG, YOU’RE ALL GROUNDED FOR A WEEK. I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE ADULTS, I AM YOUR QUEEN AND YOU ARE ALL GROUNDED.”
and then she’d whip it around on Loki like “DON’T YOU LAUGH. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. YOU WANT YOUR FATHER TO HEAR HOW FROST GIANTS GOT INTO ASGARD? THEN YOU’D BETTER GET YOUR BUTT IN YOUR ROOM TOO, YOUNG MAN. THAT’S WHERE YOU’RE GOING TO BE FOR THE NEXT CENTURY.”