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When he first joined the inner crew Jeremy’s position with the Lads was somewhat.. awkward. It’s not that they didn’t like each other, it only took a few wary days to settle into friendship, but the Lads are their own bizarre creature, a crew within the crew, and Jeremy just wasn’t a part of that. At least until he’s taken.

It’s honestly a piss-poor effort; sloppy execution, a badly hidden trail, and if Jeremy is worth his salt he’s probably halfway through his own escape by now but it’s the principal of the thing. Of anyone taking what is theirs right from under their noses. It cannot stand.

The warehouse’s catwalk offers an almost insultingly easy place for Ray to set up with his rifle, slipping through a skylight and picking off guards like particularly stupid fish in a barrel. Honestly he could probably have cleared the whole place on his own but quick, quiet and simple has never really been Michael and Gavin’s style.

When they burst in there is no subtly, no effort to disguise their identity or their intentions; if anything Michael and Gavin go out of their way to ensure this crew knows exactly who they’ve angered. Armed to the teeth and full of snarky smack talk they are, as always, protected by a hail of bullets from above (despite how hard Ray rolls his eyes at the dramatics), their matching smiles offering no comfort; brutal, bloody things that only grow as bodies hit the floor.

Jeremy, who’s a little banged up and bored out of his mind but no worse for wear, gets a front row seat to the ensuing mayhem. It isn’t pretty. The degree of merciless retribution becomes well and truely excessive. He’s never been more flattered.

It doesn’t take long for the message to spread after that, as clear and violently final as they had intended. Forget angering Ramsey, don’t fear retaliation from the FAHC at large; messing with Jeremy is messing with the Lads, and God knows they look after their own.  

Stefan danced with Elena! Why are the writers forcing Steroline!!!

First of all *sigh* he didn’t say “I never danced until you Caroline” he said

“…of all the ways that loving you has changed my life… you made me dance”

Stefan’s feelings towards dancing with Elena:

Stefan’s feelings towards dancing with Caroline:

No begging involved. In fact Stefan is the one who often asks Caroline to dance, whereas his girlfriend had to beg him to dance with her.

Here’s Stefan dancing with his other best friend Lexi

Lexi: Okay, I’m gonna need a little more foot movement.
Stefan: I’m not really interested in making a fool out of myself.

Even though…

Yet he’s only known Caroline a couple of years, but he’s about to be himself around her almost instantly. Like it changed his life #justsayin

Stefan not caring about making a fool of himself with Caroline

What’s the phrase oh yes RECEIPTS

Bonus Meta! - Does Stefan still Hate Dancing

*not my gifs*

okay but does anyone else associate the founding fathers with mean girls? likeee



@de-lafayettes bc i did say i was gonna do this

Picture this:

Phil Coulson and Melinda May, top of their classes in the Academy, youngest recruits of their time. Known as some of SHIELD’s best and brightest. Experts in strategy, analysis, and hand-to-hand-combat. Specialist and field agent, living legends. The greatest two-man team in the field.

Needing to employ all their training and skills….

Against each other….

In a tiny apartment….

Knocking over lamps and running into the coffee table….

Wrestling relentlessly on the carpet….

To get a hold of the last Oreo.

hc: rather than starting off texts with a greeting, kyohei will often send a selfie to start off the conversation


Set your eyes love, set your eyes, oh, west against the morning.
‘Cause I have no warning of this when they come to wake me up.

cassandra and galyan give me life and also break my heart y e a h

other idols: chase the same girl

myname: two girls for me, two girls for you, here’s one for you, here’s one for your friend and one for your friend’s friend…

That awkward moment when you have to photoshop pictures of a ‘real’ couple together

A young woman sporting an Alice band and a worried expression meets them when they arrive, though Martin can tell she’s really only expecting Carolyn. “Hello,” she says, slightly awkwardly, flicking her gaze between the two pilots. “You must be Douglas, and…Skip?”

Martin does one of his nervous half-laughs. Later, it will occur to him that he ought to have corrected her, that now she’ll think his name actually is Skip forevermore, and he’ll always be too embarrassed to explain. In the moment, he can’t think of anything that’s not Arthur. 

“Where is he?” Carolyn asks, impatient. Her voice is more waspish in tone than usual, which is no mean feat. Martin’s glad he’s not on the receiving end, notices how Tiffy won’t meet Carolyn’s eye when she says, “Through here.”

They follow her through the heavy double doors and past a few curtained-off cubicles, until finally they reach the one that contains Arthur. For a second, Martin feels his own face drain of colour. There are certainly a lot of bandages. 

Arthur makes up for it, though, with his impossibly wide smile. “Hello, chaps! Chaps and Mum. Chaps and Mum and Tiffy. Hello!”

“Hello,” comes back the slightly more dubious chorus.

“How are you feeling?” Carolyn asks, in a tone that says ‘matter-of-fact’ but with a face that says ‘worried’.

“Great!” Arthur replies. “These painkillers are really good. They just – took all the pain completely away.”

“Almost as though they’d killed it, would you say?” Douglas remarks.

“And it’s only two of my ribs! It felt like it was about sixty of them, but the doctor said I’ve only got twenty-four, he checked. And most of them are fine.” 

“And the arm?” Carolyn asks. 

“Not broken. Just couple of fractures,” Tiffy supplies. 

“Oh, that’s lucky,” says Douglas, somewhat darkly. 

“Douglas,” Carolyn says, in a warning tone. “Not here.”

“It wasn’t Tiffy’s fault!” Arthur pipes up. “I really thought I could ride a horse! I’ve done it on the beach, loads of times!”

“Those were donkeys,” Carolyn says, “Very old, very placid donkeys. And they’re trained to go as slowly as possible. And you were six.” 

“I thought it might just come back to me. You know, like with riding a bike.”

“Yes, you see,” says Douglas, “A horse is not quite the same thing.”

“And even if you could ride a horse, which to be absolutely clear, you can’t,” Carolyn continues, “You definitely shouldn’t have tried the jump.”

“He shouldn’t have even had the option,” Douglas counters.

Tiffy looks at her shoes. Her riding boots, to be precise. 

Martin shifts awkwardly in the silence, then produces a pen from his pocket. “Well, then. Can I be the first to sign your cast?”

Arthur is only too pleased to let him.