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Y'all love to make Max and David angst but I raise you this:
Minor Character angst.

Give me Harrison trying so hard to live up to his brother’s talents and his parents’ expectations (really Harrison, be more like your brother) that when he does the Great Vanishing Act and his brother disappears, for a split second he’s relieved.
Give me Harrison trying day and night to bring his brother back while listening to his parents’ crying outside his locked door– a door not locked by his choice. Give me Harrison still trying, through all this, to impress his parents with magic tricks during dinner (small things– a rabbit from a hat, a random card picked) but only succeeding at being sent to a cheap summer camp where people doubt his magic even being real.

Give me Preston having to deal with the after-effects of being with Nurf, wearing sunglasses until he’s completely sure the bruise has faded and after insisting it was a fashion choice and nothing else.
Give me Preston still being loud and self-absorbed, but flinching every time someone moves a little too fast, raising his hand to his face instinctively when someone raises their voice.
Give me Preston who knows deep down Nurf was in the wrong, but still can’t find it in him to not blame himself.

Then give me Nurf’s side of the story.

Give me Nerris doubting her powers because really, if she was that great wouldn’t she be able to do some of the cool stuff Harrison can do? 
Give me Nerris taunting Harrison more and more to make her feel better about herself until he yells at her that he wishes he knew her from before– so he could make her vanish instead of his brother. 
Give me Nerris locking herself in her tower, her only real friends being stuffed animals, and wonder where she went wrong.

Give me Space Kid not realising he’s the brunt of everyone’s jokes and continuing to go along his merry way until it finally clicks.
Give me Space Kid slowly growing annoyed that no one seems to remember he has a name–it’s not Space Kid, it’s Neil, and how come Other Neil gets to have his name?
Give me Space Kid taking off his helmet one day when he’s older and when being asked about it saying he grew out of space and that he doesn’t want that to be the feature people remember him by, even while knowing that ‘stupid Space Kid’ is his legacy now.


Honestly, I guess what I’m getting at with this is: Please rip my heart out in more than two ways. I’m r e a d y.

Guys, send me your photos with their boyfriends. Click here or on the image to send. You can also send via chat.

Tell when met, how long are together, a beautiful time that you have lived, if want to have children, or just say how much you love him.

please, do not have so many filters that somehow block the faces or that distort the reality of the photo too much.

Examples: snapchat/instagram filters (dog, rabbit, kitten), stickers (glasses, hat, mustache), captions or letters. So that the photos are as natural as possible.

I’m super anxious to receive the photos and know a little about you.

xo 

2 those ppl talking about how clowns are their kink

1) u disgust me

B) what’s kinky about a clown??? How is a clown sexy??? Him spraying seltzer water at ur dick and making honking sounds during sex??? Is that arousing??? I don’t think so???

everyone knows magicians r where it’s at my only kink is magicians if they can pull a rabbit from a hat what could they do with this pussi amirite fellas unfollow me if u want to fuck clowns

JSE EGO TEAM NAMES

All of them: Team Septiceye

Anti and Schneeple: Team Antidepressants

Anti and Jack: Team Septicemia

Anti and Marvin: Team Black Magic

Anti and Jackaboy man: Team Chaotic Good

Anti and Chase: Team Suicide

Schneeple and Jack: Team Got Your Back

Schneeple and Marvin: Team Miracle Workers

Schneeple and Jackaboy man: Team Life Saver

Schneeple and Chase: Team Trying Their Hardest

Chase and Jack: Team Cinnamon

Chase and Marvin: Team Rabbit’s Hat

Chase and Jackaboy man: Team Red and Blue

Jackaboy Man and Jack: Team Jackaboys

Jackaboy and Marvin: Team Cape

(Feel free to add on I wasn’t keeping track lol)

I have a cellphone for one reason only

So… okay. Just because you all need to see it, I’ll leave you here this fanart because it caused me to start shipping this and so far I’m liking it.

Thank you @burythekidd for giving me this beautiful ship, I love it, I don’t care about anything else.

As a reference, this is set on a day-to-day AU. Akande is a martial artist, so he needs to train everyday as a job. I want to apologize if it’s not the best, it’s 1:40 in the morning and I just googled the info I needed.

Title: I have a cellphone for one reason only
Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu
Rating: G.
Word Count: 1124
Brief tags: Fluff, Texting, Selfies, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Summary: Akande wouldn’t really need a cellphone if it wasn’t because Lúcio always sends him cute messages.

You can read it under the cut or in AO3!

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King of the Lost Boys - Anthony Ramos x Reader (Chapter 1)

Summary: Anthony, or Pan as he is known, is the leader of the messy gang of Lost Boys. He takes a particular interest that borders on feelings, and yet remember: love? He has never heard of it. 

Warnings: Alcohol! Swearing! Probably drugs! They’re Hoodlums™! 

Words: 6,451 (listen…kill me)

A/N: Day 3 of the Write-A-Thon already? Oh my goodness. So when I started this Peter Pan AU, I had no idea how it was going to go. Apparently, that meant this huge mess. This will be a three part series! Thank you to @hamilbye for letting me use her as a wonderful wingwoman in our story! Enjoy. 


The Lost Boys were a charming band of beautiful boys from the wrong side of town. They were the people your parents ushered you away from on the sidewalk, the boisterous laughs in the town square, the ones who spray-painted “the world is ours” on the water tower. They were the bad kids, the ones who smoked cigarettes when the lunch bell rang, the ones who barely made a celebrity appearance in class, and the ones who the students both idolized and feared. They called themselves the Lost Boys because that’s who they were: perpetually wandering the earth, purposeless, wild and free, made of ivy plants, cigarette smoke, sunshine, whiskey and worn leather jackets.

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Was it ISIS, AntiFa, SOROS? Why did he do such a horrendous thing?

I think yes. And here’s why say that. There are many, myself included, who believe the CIA under Obama, in collusion with the UN saw an opportunity in the middle East and created the vacuum that brought about Isis(ISIL as Obama, John Kerry, and every official at the UN refers to it - ISIL refers to the Levant, a middle east without Israel). Their intention was to utilize this force to bend the world to a singular direction…a New World Order. Under this order they would be able to orchestrate an entirely new direction for all mankind.


God had other plans…the proverbial rabbit in a hat…Donald J Trump. President Trump takes office. He nominates General Mattis. Within his first week General Mattis incinerates 50+ Isis locations. Then Syria gets a royal spanking, then MOAB is deployed in Afghanistan in retribution for the murder of a single Green Beret. And the world stepped back as went “aww fuck”.


As the Pussy costumes and pink puddy tat hat parades weren’t working, and terrorists running like the rabid cockroaches they are, Soros and the Obama Social Justice League stepped up their AntiFa/Fascist-Nazi Objective….creating enemies where there were none. With 30-40,000 paid agitators and millions of soulless minions their army grouped, and prepared - and I have teased and joked about it in the past - but as of yesterday this became deadly serious.


Did he act alone…no, he acted with millions. A lifetime ultraliberal, recent convert to Islam, dating a woman from Indonesia - the largest Muslim nation in the world. His Facebook account was scrubbed as was her’s. His assault was a direct assassination of political opposition. A country music festival jam packed with Conservatives, Christians, Cowboys, Trump supporters, Constitution supporters. This is no longer annoying college children without proper parenting. This has become a whole different monster.


I fear that this is just the beginning of Escalating violence. The intent of which is to destabilize the United States in such a way, which would cause world markets to come crashing down and trillions of dollars to evaporate overnight. The world would have not choice but to send UN forces to “bring peace” to our private revolution. With our eyes off of Israel and watching our own problems the UN could do away with Israel’s borders and achieve Levant.


If you seek to do this, and you wage the war you are behaving as though you want, I must warn you. I will smoke a cigar over each and every one of your dead, rotting corpses while toasting any fallen Patriots with whisky. This is my promise, this is my vow.

2manyfandoms2count-love  asked:

19 and Virgil

19) “You’re gonna make it, just stay awake.”
(In my head this goes with this drabble)

CW: Blood, mentions of injuries, mentions of death (no character death)


The ambulance was smaller than Virgil thought it would be. Or maybe it was just that there were more people in it than should be. Patton was there, and Roman, and Logan, and the paramedic, and him, and didn’t they usually just say one person? Roman said it was one person only. Hospital policy. 

Perks of having a doctor boyfriend, maybe. 

He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten into the ambulance. He wasn’t really even sure how long he’d been awake. It felt like he’d been staring at the ceiling for a very long time, but it also felt a little like he’d just awakened from a dream. Everything hurt, but it was…distant. Fuzzy. Like maybe he’d had a little too much to drink or something. 

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tigerkat24  asked:

wait hold up you remember the wall coming down? Can I ask you about your memories of the Soviet Union disappearing and how that felt to you? I know how my parents' generation felt about it, and I'm curious to know what the people in between felt. Obviously only if you have time/interest!

Well – okay, yes, I do remember the wall falling, but for some context, I was nine. So while I remember the day the wall came down, it’s mainly because I did not know what the fuck was going on and my parents were very bad about explaining it.  

I was born in 1979. By the time I was aware of the world around me, the cold war was essentially over. I did not grow up, as much of the younger boomer generation and most of GenX did, under continual threat of mutually assured destruction. By which I mean you can hear people a few years older than me talk about how they just assumed they would die in a nuclear armageddon, and I never had that sense. (Until, uh, recently.) I didn’t even have much of a frame of reference when it came to “USSR as a hostile entity” because by the mid-eighties we were actively trying to de-escalate and thus we’d begun the slow migration away from “Russian as default bad guy” in movies. Which I wasn’t allowed to watch anyway. 

To put this in perspective both geopolitically and personally, when the Berlin Wall fell, my maternal grandparents were in Russia, and moreover were on their way to Berlin. I don’t remember my parents, including NOTABLE WORRIER My Mother, even being concerned about this before my grandparents left. Going to Russia in the late eighties as Americans was probably not comfortable but it was possible, and my grandparents did it because Gran was crazy and Packa was ride or die for her. (They asked me what I wanted from Russia and I told them “a hat like the ones Russian soldiers wear!” and fucked if they didn’t bring me back a rabbit-fur earflap hat that Gran got for ten bucks on the black market. How did she find the black market? My grandmother, everyone.) 

So the day the Berlin Wall falls, I emerge from my bedroom expecting the kitchen to be lit and my parents to be cooking breakfast with my baby brother, because that was our normal routine. Instead, I found my parents sitting in the dark, listening to the radio, terrified. I knew something huge and life-changing had happened but I had no idea what, and at the age of nine had no real ability to comprehend it. I didn’t understand the fear of destabilization; I didn’t understand that my parents had lived with the Berlin Wall since they were nine. It seemed like a good thing to me – when the TV news started showing it, everyone in Berlin (wherever that was) seemed really happy about it, so why was every adult I knew so freaked out?

Gran and Packa sent us a telegram later that day telling us they were fine and were on their goddamn way to Berlin because in no universe will the fall of Communism disrupt my Gran’s travel plans, God rest her soul (unlikely). In addition to my awesome rabbit-fur hat, which I still own, they brought us a bag of cement chips from the Berlin Wall. 

Essentially, I had never seen that region of the world as a particular threat. The USSR as an entity held no inherent significance for me, so the end of it – which had been coming for a long time at any rate – did not impact my life, except that for like three years all our geography and history books were out of date. Now, as an adult, I understand its significance and I can see why it must have been terrifying, but there’s no emotional link there for me, and no real memory of it happening, because it had already been in process for years.

So, yeah, I guess that’s about it – I really never knew much about any of it until after it was over, when I was studying it in high school in the late nineties. 

anonymous asked:

If Rinehart died his teeth green and put on a top hat and cloak. He would slay cosplaying as black hat.

He’d never cosplay anyone ever, he’s already beautiful and perfect.

Besides, I already have a character with sharp green teeth - Rabbit!