one of my favorite shoots of them

Favorite Game Grumps Things

- “FUCK YOUR FATHER”

- the entire Sonic Boom series 

- Grubba voice 

- Anytime Arin says “my pussy” in THAT voice 

- Arin freaking out while Danny is just chilling 

- D Club

- “You think I came out the pussy drawing fucking Mozart"  

- I’m gonna pre 

- Obama watching Game Grumps 

- "Just suck me off, dude.” - Arin Hanson 

- Sick JO sesh 

- Danny calling Arin “big cat”

- SLEEPY TIME GRUMPS

- When either one of them or both of them is sick 

- Arin showering Danny with compliments and Danny getting all flustered 

- Danny being right about something in regards to a game and Arin shooting him down saying a completely wrong thing but Danny being like “okay” 

- LIFE STORIES 

- INSPIRATIONAL GRUMPS 

- Them both being super deep one minute but then going back to talking about dicks the next minute 

- Danny and Arin teaching each other about things they know about!!! 

- Arin saying something he’s not entirely too sure about and Danny having to Google some weird shit 

- D: “Looks like we need a walkthrough.” 

A: “No, dude I’m fine. I got this.” 

D: “Are you sure, dude?” 

A: “Yeah I’m fine.” 

…. 

A: “WHERE’S THE WALKTHROUGH.” 

- Danny telling Arin which way to go and Arin refusing, which makes him end up going in the wrong direction 

- When they start to talk about something (Danny especially), but then they get distracted by something in the game and then completely forget what they were gonna say 

- When Arin has to explain a meme to Danny

My very favorite thing about this series is that there is absolutely no limit to how far the cluster will go for one another.

Will is compromised? Fine. He takes heroin for a year just to make sure that he can keep the rest of the sensates safe. Think about it.

He’s a cop. He’s a law abiding citizen but he has no qualms about shooting himself up just to keep whispers away from them.

Sun is about to be murdered? Not on their watch she’s not. Nomi dropped everything to hack her out of prison without a second thought.

Sun’s brother is within reach? Let’s go! All 8 of them, even cinnamon rolls Capheus, Kala, and Lito are there for the fight.

Wolfie is captured? Sensates assemble! The whole cluster is on it. So what if the plans not 100% yet. They have Wolfgang and we’ll never allow that. 8 people (11 counting Amanita, Hernando, and Daniela) drop their entire lives and fly out to London just to get a bargaining chip in hopes of getting Wolfie back, safe and sound.

Their relationship with eachother is the legitimate highlight of the entire show. It’s amazing, beautiful, and painful all at the same time.

Man, what a gorgeous show the Wachowski’s and JMS have given us. What a beautiful gift we have received. I hope it never ends.

© Bruce Malone 1989, LA.

BM: “I was asked by David to document a few ‘new looks’ of his facial hair during a Tin Machine photo shoot in Los Angeles in 1989. He had a full beard and wanted to see what it would look like as he shaved parts of it off, I had the camera set up to shoot Polaroids so that he could have them hot off the press. As he went back to the mirror to shave each segment away I clicked this picture, it is by far one of my favorite moments I have captured on film. Luckily I was shooting 665 Polaroid which has a negative!”

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Louis for Noisey Music

my favorite quest in new vegas will always be the one where i thought my mission was just to clear a building of feral ghouls but somehow ended up negotiating a peace between a group of ghouls and nightkins and also helping the ghouls to fix a space rocket and shoot them into space

REIVEW #1: OVERWATCH

hey guys its ya girl sara and for my first review i will be reviewing everyone’s favorite new guns game about killing your friends called Over Watch

over watched is a hot new video game made by blizzard inc. about watching over your friends to make sure they dont die as well as watching over your enemies to make sure that they do die. its a personal view gun shooter with guns and shooting. there are many cool, fun, and goofy characters who love to kill and also to have fun and the game is neat and good to play if you are person who loves to die and not die.

graphics: you look at the pictures in this game and think “hey this is very good”. it is smooth and everyone has a face and you can see all of the guns very clearly. its very pretty-looking.

gaming: this is a fun game to play but is also hard. you are going to die and its best to accept that. i often bring my rosary to recite hail marys while i wait for it to load. because i am going to die lots and i seek forgiveness. there are lots of guns to shoot with and they all do something different. the levels are big and good. the game is fun, though it might not be as fun as my favorite game, ecco the dolphin

characters: this is the best part of the hot new videogae ovenwatch in my opininion. they are all nice and sweet and have a lot to say. some of them are mean but it’s ok because they are made up and not real. here’s some of the characters now

this one is called tracy. she is a time traveler. tracy likes to play future video games and eat pizzas. she is a good character.

i think this guy is named….. joke rat? i think he is joke rat. as you can see he has a big gun and wears sun glasses everywhere he goes. he is cool and like to tell jokes but he also made me die many times.

winston! here’s the big ape man everybody is talking about. he loves to eat bananas and shoots coconuts at the enemies to bonk their heads good. i especially love it when he shouts “ook! its your friend and monkey, winston!”

this is is the revolting and mean gun man who is made entirely of guns called Bastard. he shoots and it is all he knows. god has forsaken him and his inventor was excommunicated from the catholic faith. which is good because he is very mean and from hell and he laughs at you when you are dead.

and then this one is named mccreed. a cowboy. i think this is the wrong pic but it might be the horse he rides in on at the start of every round after saying “howdy partners, bum me a smoke?”

music and sound: i didn’t hear any so i can’t say anything about that. it was just “boom!” and “bang! bang!” which is very exciting but then i took the headphones off to listen to the clean sounds of my favorite baroque composer, George Frideric Handel.

overall: overwanch is a really fun game that is exciting to play and makes you learn valuable lessons about friendship, guns, and having a talking ape as a friend. i wish there was a dolphin hero in this game like the dolphin hero of my favorite videogame, ecco the dolphin. maybe if i write to the game makers about it they will add ecco the dolphin to the game. a girl can only hope. i recommend overwatch to anyone who likes guns, being a girl, or losing but sometimes winning. thank you


FINAL RATING 8.4/10

Funny Klance wedding hc

•they have it on a different planet with everyone (lance’s family hunk’s family Pidge’s family). Its Lance and Keith’s favorite planet. The one they first had a date on.

•To everyone’s surprise Keith wears a wedding dress (the lipstick and red earrings is omg)
•lance definitely didnt know
•He almost faints at the altar cos
HOTDAMN THATS GONNA BE
MY HUSBAND

•the wedding is crashed by alien bandits.

•Voltron team fights them off.
•Lance and Keith have their
bayards and even in a dress keith
is KILLING IT
•Lance backs up his almost hubby
by shooting everything coming
after him while simultaneously
protecting his family and his
niece and nephews are cheering
(GO UNCLE LANCE!)

•The wedding must go on so Lance and Keith scream their vows to each other while fighting and the priest tries his best to marry them while also hiding behind the podium. They scream their i do’s

•its chaos.
•Pidge is laughing while controlling
a robot to fight for her (no way
she’s ruining the dress Matt
bought her)
•Shiro and Allura are
screaming make them kiss
already!
•Hunk is crying cos the kids are
throwing cupcakes at the alien
meanies.
•Lance’s grandma knows karate.
•Hunk’s mom chef is throwing
kitchen knives with deathly
accuracy
•Lance’ dad lifts a fridge
•His mom has a broom (where
daheck did she get that???)
•Matt and Mr. Holt are concerned
for Pidge’s maniacal laughter.
•Coran is swinging from the
chandelier screaming like tarzan.

•In the midst of chaos and uncertainty Lance finally gets to wrap an arm around Keith’s waist and kiss him.

anonymous asked:

if you could Reboot DBZ how would you go about doing it?

OOOOOOOO now this is something I can really sink my teeth into 

1) I’d make the humans useful again

In DBZ after a while all the humans became outclassed by the saiyans and never caught up. And I hated that. Let them learn the Kaioken and spirit bomb or let them find some Saitama way to train and power up so that they can at least fight on par with a SS2.

2) I’d give the characters their own unique abilities

In DBZ when ya get down to it,  EVERY Major FIGHTING CHARACTER Basically has the same set of skills

  • All can fly
  • All can Shoot energy blasts
  • All have Super Speed
  • All have Super Strength
  • etc

Even though DBZ is my favorite show of all time What I like about shows like Naruto, One Piece, Yu Yu Hakusho etc etc is the fact that each of the characters is badass in their own right with their own set of skills unique to them. With DBZ besides the characters who can regenerate all the ki attacks could Easily be replicated or learned. Anyone can learn Krillins destructo disk the same with the kamehameha. So I’d find a way to make the powers different in some way. Honestly I find it kind of a cop out that everyone in the universe has the exact same skills.

3) I’d Make the Super Saiyan forms all look VASTLY different from one another.

Okay, Real talk the OG Super saiyan form looks great. Gold Hair, Emerald eyes, Awesome. But when you get to the later forms its kinda hard to distinguish besides lil things. Gohan SS1 and 2 are perfect cause you can easily tell them apart

But for someone like Vegeta or gohan in high school, you can barely tell if they transformed or not unless they have electricity around them. I’d make it so that Every single transformation looked Awesome in their own way and  very very different from each other. I mean like it be something epic Probably like their body glows. Also I’d change SS3 cause I dont like that design

4) I’d bring back the Martial Arts aspect to the show.

As the characters became more powerful in Z, the martial arts aspect went down tremendously Every fight became

  • Rapid Fire punching and kicking
  • Blast Here Blast there
  • Screaming and power up
  • staring
  • flash backs
  • Charge
  • On the Next episode of Dragon Ball Z

Compare that to the fights in the original Dragonball and early DBZ

where you see every kick, every punch, every grapple they have to do to outwith their opponent. I miss that. Again I love DBZ and can watch this

but I’d prefer to see something more skill based.

5) Give accurate descriptions of their powers and abilities

As most DBZ fanboys say, how can anyone fight these people who blow up planets with fingers. Give us actual charts. Goku can shake the entire earth when transforming into SS3, and punch with 40 tons effortlessly but Akira Toriyama has gone on record saying there were many times he had forgotten how powerful he had made the characters. There are times the characters are running like theyre jogging when they should be there in a flash. IN DRAGON BALL THEY COULD MOVE FASTER THAN THE SPEED of light at the first tournament! A great example of this is Trunks flying to Bulmas house from Kami’s lookout in the Buu saga to get the dragon radar from her parents. Trunks is a Goddamn Super Saiyan who can move faster than the speed of light. It really should not have taken him long to get to that house with his speed and its not like Buu could sense him yet. I’d go the comic route and give full feats of what they can and cannot do. 

Thats all I can think of right now but if I have more thoughts Ill reblog it and let you know

TMNT x Reader!

Imagine Autumn reaching New York City.

It’s getting chilly and, the turtles being coldblooded and all, the weather affects them.

The boys bust out the blankets and big, extra comfortable hoodies. Leonardo makes tea and Raphael knits scarves and shawls for his brothers.

Imagine coming over one day to being the team some old blankets, only to find them all together. Raph and Leo on the couch, wearing double hoodies in thier own colors (Raph’s is covered in patches and pins he found). Mikey and Don are sitting on the floor, wrapped in blankets together.

“Hey, fellas. How you holding up?”

Answers are mumbled, your favorite turtle shooting you a smile.

“I just came to being you these, then I’ll be on my way.”

You reach out to hand the blankets to Mikey, only for your hands to accidentally brush.

“Oooh! You’re really warm, Y/N.”

And that’s all it takes.

A quick pull sends you tumbling into the middle of the turtle pile, all cuddled up and covered in blankets before you can blink.

“Uh…guys?”

“Shhh. It’s too cold for arguing, Y/N.”

Well, your plans are pretty much cancelled today. Instead of going out, you stay in with your favorite boys…

100 Follower Gift - Cuddly Killer Socks

Part One - Cuddly Killer Socks - including dirt, blood and grass splatter and a teared version :) These are my favorite (and only) socks I use and I always wanted more colors and I hope you do too! Also those blood splatters… let your imagination run wild ;)

If you can’t find them, they are swatches on the Original Sock from Get to Work. I added a choice between a swatch or standalone version. I don’t know if it’s BG compatible, if someone could tell me how I make a pack thing BG compatible, shoot me a message please!

Download SFS Swatch Version

Download SFS Standalone Version

vimeo

Videographer tries to rethink astrovideography and timelapse with some amazing work. I’ll let them explain in their caption below:

You are lying on a blanket on a clear summer night and gazing at the dark starry sky. You are trying to spot the big dipper, Andromeda, or maybe Orion. However you are noticing strange bright patches aligned in a band across the night sky and realize they are not stars: it is our home town, our own galaxy, the milky way. That’s how all star-gazing experiences, hobbies, but also the history of astronomy began: from naked eye observations thousands of years ago, to the finest and biggest telescopes today, capable of unravelling the most intriguing secrets of the universe. As the hobby or science grows and evolves, we always want to go deeper and zoom in. You are now seeing not only our galaxy, but billions of them!
> 
> With the first opus of the short film series ‘Galaxies’, I wanted to experiment and take the astro-timelapse technique to the next level. There are a lot of sumptuous short films and very technical time-lapses featuring the milky way, but I found very little variation in this field. Most of the time they show a wide-angle view of the milky way, albeit majestic, rising or setting against various foregrounds. This is the reason why I wanted to rethink the whole process, find different angles, get more detail. Why not zoom in? Why not consider other deep-sky objects like other galaxies? Why not show our very space home address and neighborhood in a very different way?

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metaphors at 4 AM

you have never hurt me and i don’t think you ever will. you filled a very sad part of my life with laughter. online friendship feeling better than the real thing. it’s funny because before two weeks ago– i only heard your voice through music and poetry. no bullshit, just genuine love. all of my favorite things in one soul. when i let go of my razors, you said that’s my champ. when they love me, you make sure that i’m certain. is it really love or was it because they said the right words at the right time? the right person can still be wrong for you. your methods are light. your methods are simple. you cannot force love. you can only free it. like how da vinci sketched– he’d buy caged birds just to give them flight. like in fight club when the narrator finally let Tyler Durden go by shooting himself in the cheek– sometimes you have to kill a piece of yourself to save the whole. like how tupac will always love jada– even if death arrives, the impact shall remain. like how shane koyczan writes about his darling sara– the failing use of my right hand will never stop me from writing. there are soulmates and then there’s you. maybe you’re my twin flame. maybe you’re my balance. a response for all of my elements. if i am fire, you’re a barrel of gasoline. vent, rant. it does not matter, just don’t break your other hand. punch the pen into the sky instead– let the ink make the stars happy. let the hole become the moon. if i am water, you are my reflection. calm, breathe. just like that. sway your emotions into the sea, give the ocean its blue. be my sunrise. be my sunset. the greeks had gods to explain their natural world– and i’ve got you. my poetics. my prose. my bleeding heart used to play spin the bottle by my exes and it’s always in my head, in a metaphor, in a maze, in a love letter, in a paper crane, in a cootie catcher, in my bad habits– so i met her at 4 am– so i’ll meet you at 4 am, everyday. is that okay?

One of my favorite things to do as a JoJo fan is to spoil plot points about it to people who don't know JoJo, and watch them try to comprehend what you're saying.

“And then the one and only gay black catholic priest repeatedly destroys the universe because he’s mad at a marine biologist who killed his vampire boyfriend.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense, how can someone repeatedly destroy the universe?”

“By going fast.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry though, a little boy in a Chicago Cubs uniform shoots him in the face resetting everything.”

Hostage(Bucky Barnes X Reader)

;Hiya guys I’m back! Thank you all for being so patient with me, I know I am not the best at updating..ever..but, you all still follow me and idk I just!! feel really grateful!! Anyway, here you goo ^~^

Originally posted by rcbbiereyez

Pale morning light filtered in through your window, nudging you awake. You stared through the slats in the blinds,momentarily mesmerized by the little particles of dust dancing in the sunlight. You sighed, knowing you had tons of errands to run, yet not wanting to get out of bed whatsoever.

Ten minutes later, you finally willed your body to get moving. You slowly removed your covers and got out of bed,getting in the shower. After getting dressed in a decent outfit and doing your hair, you left your apartment. The crisp morning hair was refreshing against your skin, as you began your walk down the city street. First order of business; get some coffee. 

There was a small little coffee shop about a block away from your apartment, and you wouldn’t hesitate to call it your second home. The owners new you, and they were some of the nicest people you’ve had the pleasure of knowing. The whole place smelled like dark chocolate and coffee beans, which has slowly become your favorite smell.

You strolled down the sidewalk towards the chipped green door, waving to people you encounter and shooting them friendly smiles. Some people in your life would argue that you’re one of the friendliest people they’ve ever met, and you like to keep up that reputation. 

Finally,you made it to your favorite coffee shop ever, cheerfully bantering with Mr.Diaz, the owner, as he got you your coffee. 

“Well, you have a good day, then, (y/n)! Be safe,”Mr.Diaz smiled, handing over my coffee. 

“You too, Mr.Diaz! I’ll be back soon,” You promised, walking out. One of the perks of the coffee shop being there, is that it was right across the street from the little local grocery store. your apartment was really in a great place, huh?

You sipped on my coffee, relishing in the warm, slightly bitter taste as it warmed you slowly from the inside out. Mentally making a grocery list, you perused the aisles. It was not a good idea coming in here hungry, because you ended up buying way too much junk food. 

There was only one person in line other than you, and maybe ten people in the store in total, including the workers. It was nice and quiet inside, the gentle singing of some top-charts artist being the background to the scene.You stood patiently, waiting for the other person to finish ringing up their groceries. Suddenly, another person walked in. They were wearing a dark sweatshirt, and a black hat, and looked tense. Instantly, you got a bad feeling about this guy.

The man moved erratically around the store, eyes never stopping on something for more than a second.You shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably,itching to get out of there and away from the guy. Just as the annoyed-looking teen at the register started to ring up the groceries, the guy circled back to the front. He held a blank stare, going to the other woman behind the counter. She smiled warmly at him, asking if he needed anything. He said nothing. 

Your heart constricted in your chest when he pulled out the gun.

It was aimed right at her, and she looked calmly down the barrel. Immediately, you started backing away, trying not to grab his attention. 

“Sir, please, could you lower the gun,” the worker said calmly, looking straight into his eyes. He only gripped the gun tighter. Suddenly, he whirled around to face you, gun pointed straight at your stomach. You let out an involuntary scream at his sudden movement, catching the attention of the other six or so people in the store. 

Just around the corner, out of the man’s sight, a terrified mother stood, clutching a tiny girl to her. The little girl was looking up at her mom, confused, sucking on a little pink lollipop. This scene made your heart sink, thinking of what horrors might happen to this mother and young girl, and to you, today.

“I want everyone down on the floor, now!”The man’s gruff voice came from behind the mask. Slowly, you sank to the floor, backing yourself up against the shelves behind you. The man took his attention from you, sauntering back over to the counter. His movements were so…calm..it was unnerving. 

Suddenly, he jerked his hand down, grabbing the teenage cashier by her hair. She shrieked, tears streaming down her face once she felt the cool metal of the gun barrel against her forehead. She made eye contact with you, silently pleading, and you knew you had to do something. 

Slowly, you moved so you were hidden behind the deli counter, scooting farther and farther so you could work undetected. Finally, you were all the way behind the counter. Silently, you took out your phone, punching in 9-1-1. You knew you wouldn’t be able to talk on the phone, so you opted for texting. You sent the simplest message you could:

56th st grocery. Robbery Hostages Gun Help

Once it was sent, you put your phone away, silently praying for help to arrive faster.

Please…please I’ll do anything, give you anything! Just let me go,” the now sobbing teenage girl begged, her heavy black eyeliner running down her cheeks. Instantly you stood up before you even knew what you were doing. 

“If you’re gonna take a hostage, take me instead. She’s so young..” you stepped forward, and the steely gray eyes of the gunman stared deep into your eyes.In an instant, the girl was thrown to the floor, and the gunman’s arm was squeezed tightly around your neck, choking you. About a moment later, voices and sirens could be heard outside. 

“THIS IS THE POLICE,COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP,” a man with a megaphone shouted.

“Shit..” the gunman mumbled, looking around. Suddenly, he began dragging you through the aisles, heels dragged on the linoleum, the occasional terrified shopper staring at you in horror.

He took you towards a big, metal door in the back of the store, harshly kicking it open. It revealed a stairwell, which only went up.He began dragging you up the stairs, choking you in the process as you tripped, trying to simultaneously keep up with him an not choke at the same time. When he reached the door at the top and kicked it open, glaring sunlight hit you in the face.

Immediately,the barrel of the gun was pressed into your forehead, and he dragged you over to the edge of the building. 

“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER, OR I SWEAR I’LL SHOOT HER,” the gunman shouted, catching the attention of the police below. The looks on their faces gave away how unlikely it was you’d be saved. Hot tears started pouring out of your eyes as a feeling of hopelessness washed over you. 

One of the police radioed someone, a grim look on his face, before turning to look back up at you. He reached to the back of his belt loop, unhooking the megaphone and bringing it to his lips.

“Sir, if you please, just let her go, and we can talk about this civilly,”the officer tried,but the gunman’s grip on you only got tighter. A few minutes of him pleading went by, before the noise of what sounded like a helicopter sounded overhead. 

The helicopter landed across the street, on top of the building next to the coffee shop. It was the first time you actually looked past the police, and what you saw made you cry even harder. Mr.Diaz was standing down on the street below, a face of stricken grief taking over his features. 

Suddenly, the feeling of the gun barrel left my forehead, allowing me to look over. The gunman’s gun, and arm, were stuck in a web. I followed the web back to the one and only spiderman, who was sitting on the edge of the building.

The gunman was jerked backwards, losing his grip on you. As he fell backwards, it propelled you forwards, effectively shoving you right over the edge of the building. You closed your eyes, grimacing, waiting for impact. 

But it never came. 

A pair of arms were gripping your waist tightly, beginning to pull you up. Once you were back on the roof, you instantly turned around hugging the person who saved you gratefully.

“Oh my god,thank you thank you thank you, you just saved my life! I cannot thank you enough because I am not smushed on the sidewalk currently-”you rambled, eyes still closed, hugging the person. He let out a chuckle, and you opened your eyes. Your cheeks immediately turned red when you saw you were clinging to the Bucky Barnes. 

“Well, anything for you, doll,” he smiled, gently guiding you to the stairs. You clung to him-to your lifeline-the whole way to the ambulance waiting on the street. 

“Okay, stay safe. If you need anything, you know who to come to,” Bucky said, once you climbed into the ambulance. 

“Thank you so much, again, I don’t know how I could ever repay you,” you smiled at him. 

“How about we go get a coffee sometime?” he asked casually,taking you by surprise.

“Uh, y-yeah, of course! I’ll catch you around.”

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Gonna combine these; hope you two don’t mind! I can definitely relate a bit to this S/O. ;_; Thank you for the requests! Enjoy!


Akira:

Cramped. It was entirely too cramped in the petite Hawaiian hotel room, due to the unintended addition of Ann, Ryuji, and S/O. Akira wasn’t disconcerted in the least, and Mishima was so preoccupied with his cell phone that he completely ignored the boisterous visitors.

“My roommate bailed on me for his girlfriend who, uh, happened to be Ann’s roommate. So you’re stuck with us for now, if that’s cool.”

Akira shrugged, hands stuffed in his olive sweatpants. “I’m fine with it. How about you, Mishima?”

The admin mumbled a slur of unintelligible words, the screen dimly illuminating his concentrated scrutiny. Akira reverted his attention back to his guests, his hand dejectedly rubbing the nape of his neck.

“H-he says it’s okay. Probably,” Akira claimed, then he focused his concerned gaze on S/O. “What happened to you? Are you all right?”

They nodded contently, sinking into the mattress as they seated themself on the edge of his bed. “I’m fine, don’t worry. The atmosphere was just really… tense, to say the least.”

Ann propped a hand on her hip and shot a questioning glance at S/O. “Huh? Why is that?”

“There are constant rumors about me, so as a result no one really approaches me unless they need something done. Apparently, my parents’ money is paying for my grades, and I’ve never had to work hard for anything.”

Akira perched adjacent to them and kissed their shoulder reassuringly. “That couldn’t be further from the truth.”

Ryuji crossed his bare arms and furrowed his brows in frustration. “Yeah, I’ve seen you bustin’ your ass at the beef bowl place. They don’t got the right to be sayin’ shit about you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. I donate a lot of my projects to the school, anyway. They’re completely useless, though.”

“…Didn’t one of them shoot lasers and meow whenever it was activated?” Akira inquired, a trace of amusement in his baritone voice.

S/O snickered, their eyes glazing over with reminiscence. “Yeah, that was your favorite. Sorry that I had to get rid of it. I’ll make you a new one for Christmas, and I’ll throw in a few tools, too.”

“I appreciate it, but you don’t have to do that… a-although, a meowing laser would be pretty amazing,” Akira murmured bashfully, twisting his onyx locks between his fingers.

They smiled from his sudden endearing shyness, and they pasted a fond kiss to his pink, dimpled cheeks. “Just the laser cat, then.”

Akira returned their grin with admiration sparkling in his ebony orbs, briefly wondering what he did right to deserve someone as incredible as them.


Ryuji:

“H-how the hell’d you do that?! Ya didn’t even look at the paper!”

“I did for half a second!”

“That’s barely a glance!” Ryuji countered with bulging chocolate eyes, exasperation laden in his cadence and demeanor.

The blonde had proposed that S/O assist him with his studies, as his grades left something to be desired, and he would like to avoid attending cram school at any cost. 

However, somehow the study session resulted in Ryuji testing S/O’s abilities as opposed to his own. He was aware that they were intelligent, but he was utterly baffled by their otherworldly eidetic memory. Granted, Ryuji’s reliable recollection of people and events was something he prided himself in, but S/O was on an entirely different level.

“Maybe it’s magic,” S/O teased, sending a wink to their flustered boyfriend.

Ryuji sighed as he shook his head. “Knowing how you are, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” they huffed, attempting to appear indignant. They were certainly a genius, but their acting skills were downright atrocious, even compared to Ann.

Ryuji laughed lightheartedly and lazily slung an arm around their shoulders, placing a kiss to their cheek. “It means you’re too amazin’ to be real, ya nerd.”

S/O flushed a bright pink and snuggled into him; although his compliment was merely casual, it meant a great to S/O, who was often ostracized at school due to their monetary wealth, and Ryuji was possibly the only person to look beyond that.

“I could say the same about you… Phantom Thief,” S/O added smugly, secretly eager to witness his reaction.

Ryuji blatantly avoided eye contact and rubbed the nape of neck. “Y-you’re funny. Me, one of the Phantom Thieves? Man, not only are you really smart, you’re friggin’ hilarious too, haha…”

S/O delicately kissed his jawline, smiling as they whispered the following words, “Oh, I don’t know about that. The mind of a thief is somewhere in that skull of yours.”

Ryuji’s cheeks were incandescent with a scarlet tint painted over them, not that S/O could observe that; his face was completely out of their sight now. “Y-you little… Akira told ya somethin’, didn’t he?”

“He didn’t have to.”

Ryuji sighed. “Of course.” He finally initiated eye contact, and he wore an expression of guilt as he apologized, “Sorry for hidin’ it from ya.”

S/O shook their head. “It’s all right, I understand. Do what you have to do, but please be careful.”

Ryuji directed his lips to their forehead, where he placed a gentle peck. “You really are perfect. Don’t make me steal your heart, too.”


Yusuke:

“S/O, are you all right?”

Yusuke’s smooth voice interrupted their eavesdropping as they perched on a bench in front of their school. S/O had requested that he meet them there since it was within close proximity to the site of their date; however, as they waited patiently for his arrival, they overheard a conversation about them. S/O could almost feel the eyes of the gossips drilling into the back of their head as the two chastised them for their ‘purchased’ intelligence or their ‘half-assed’ projects that the school pilfers to ‘kiss their parents’ asses’.

Unfortunately, Yusuke had taken notice of the rattled expression on S/O’s face as their anxiety overwhelmed them, and he approached them with furrowed brows.

“Yusuke!” S/O promptly uplifted themself, relief washing over their formerly tense nerves. “I’m fine, l-let’s just go-”

“Oh my god, is that their boyfriend? I feel so sorry him, he’s too handsome to be with a fake like them,” one of the gossips snickered, making no attempt to be discreet.

“…Come on, let’s just go. They don’t matter.” S/O tugged on Yusuke’s sleeve, coaxing him to follow them to avoid any further involvement. However, it was too  late; the searing rage emanating from the artist could be sensed from the far side of the galaxy.

Yusuke closed the distance between himself and the currently silent gossips, his obvious irritation clamping their mouths shut. “Pardon me, but if you would be so kind as to take your ignorance somewhere it’s actually wanted, I would greatly appreciate it.” Yusuke crossed his lithe arms and leaned on one of his legs, appearing exceptionally vexed. “Alternatively, there is a school right there; perhaps you’d like to waste your time on a feeble attempt to utilize the gray matter between your ears and educate yourselves.”

The pair of gossips scoffed at Yusuke and scampered off, throwing piercing glares behind their shoulders as they retreated. Yusuke scurried back to S/O with an apologetic disposition as his arms hung on his sides. “I’m sorry for involving myself and taking matters into my own hands without your approval, but I couldn’t tolerate one more false word against you.”

S/O shook their head and tugged his sleeve once more; this time they successfully convinced him to walk with them so that the duo may commence their date. “I was happy you came when you did, and thank you for defending me. I guess I don’t have the energy to do it myself anymore.”

“Will you be all right?” Yusuke inquired, his cadence thick with worry.

“Of course; you’re here, after all,” S/O said softly, shyly staring at their feet as they walked. 

They felt Yusuke place a swift kiss on their head before claiming, “And I can think of no greater honor, although I wish you didn’t have to endure the fate of an outcast; you’re far too bright, and you managed to discern my… extracurricular identity within a week of my joining.”

S/O glanced at him and smiled fondly. “I guess outcasts attract each other… not that I mind.”

Yusuke reciprocated their smile with one of his own, and his gratitude was as evident as the beautiful, radiant sunlight shining down on them. “The feeling is mutual, my love. For my friends… and you.”

Akechi:

Akechi thought himself to be quite well-versed in the art of poker; that is, until he engaged in a match against S/O. Out of the fifteen rounds they’ve played, Akechi had not once emerged victorious, and his streak of defeats were beginning to erode his once-brimming ego.

“If I discover that you’re cheating, I’m going to make you pay for it,” Akechi jested halfheartedly. “Really though, how are you so talented at a game that relies solely on chance?”

S/O smirked as they shuffled the cards. “A good gambler never reveals their hand. You should know that, sweetie.”

Their glibness made Akechi uncertain as to whether he wanted to smother their taunting face with kisses or a pillow. He opted for a bet instead as he rested his forearms on his dining table. “Fine, let’s play another match. If I’m victorious, you’re going to tell me your strategy.”

“Fair enough. What do I get if I win?”

The detective smiled sweetly as he wagged his hand dismissively. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that… I don’t intend on losing this time.”

S/O eagerly dealt the cards and chuckled, “You’re on.”

After a fairly quiet and tense match of poker, Akechi had apparently won.

“Congratulations,” S/O commented, attempting to organize the deck of cards.

Akechi crossed his legs and placed his folded hands in his lap. “Thank you, but that was entirely too one-sided to be claimed as a match. Why did you allow me to win?”

“…Because I wanted to see if you used the same strategy as me.”

“And did I live up to that assumption?”

S/O grinned proudly. “Yes, actually. You count the cards, just like me.”

Akechi tilted his head in slight bewilderment. “Then if we utilize the same principle, how does your expertise outweigh my own?”

“That’s…” S/O suddenly became bashful, staring at their twiddling thumbs as though they had been caught doing something wrong. A floral pink permeated Akechi’s ears; he didn’t anticipate them to behave so… adorably. “I don’t know, to be honest. I just remember where each card is placed, even after they’re shuffled. Maybe I am just a cheater…”

A twinge of guilt agitated his heart from the dejected inflection in their voice. “No, you’re incredibly skilled, and I apologize for previously accusing you of such a petty thing as cheating.”

S/O frantically shook their head. “N-no, don’t apologize, it doesn’t bother me. Students at my school say it all the time.”

“It should bother you. Your natural intelligence shouldn’t be demeaned and whittled down; it’s truly something to admire and aspire to, so I sincerely hope that you allow me to take responsibilty for insulting it. Perhaps you could even teach me a few things.”

“Goro…” Despite seeming slightly dramatic, S/O’s heart fluttered from the sincere glint in his mahogany eyes. “How about you make us both some coffee?”

He smiled, maneuvering around the table to press a kiss to their forehead. “Coming right up, dear.”

JLo Banter
Tegan and Sara
JLo Banter

Dude, going through my ancient mp3 player and finding some of the teeny T&S banter clips I lived off of back in 2004 when YouTube didn’t exist yet and T&S banter was hard to find!  This is totally one of my favorites, circa 2001, hahaha… their fucking adorable Canadian accents alone are enough to make it worth it!  (My fave: Sara: Celebrities are FUCKING sick!)

Fun fact, I had just listened to this clip right before I ended up in Vancouver for the BIYH video shoot, and so, when their mom pulled me back to say hello to them while they were eating lunch, this was literally the only thing I could think of to talk about when my brain went blank, and so, yes, I wisely used that time to talk to them about taxes.  While wearing a full red sweatsuit.  True story.

Tegan: Maybe you wouldn’t owe so much in taxes if you were smart enough.

Sara: That’s true.

Quartet Night Live Evolution: Live Viewing Report

Okay, here is my report on the Quartet Night Live Viewing. It’s a little scattered and mostly just my opinion on things. I tried to remember as much as I could about it all. It’s long so I’ll put it under the cut. 

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