severed fate

Okay I still can’t shut up about Wynonna Earp. Emily Andras has talked about fate in several interviews now and how Waverly and Nicole are soulmates destined to be together, no matter the universe. 

And I just spoke to @haughtbreaker about this, but one of the things we both loved about the episode is that not one single character so far has ever actually uttered the words fate or soulmate or destiny in relation to Wayhaught. And yet we know it to be true.

Because the writers were showing and not telling us that Waverly and Nicole belonged together.

We see through Waverly and Nicole’s words and actions just how much they love each other, even when they make mistakes. They both literally would do just about anything for each other. 

And we also see their love reflected through the lens of the other characters throughout the season. Wynonna, Doc, Dolls, Rosita, Jeremy, Nedley, and hell even Shae, all acknowledge and support the relationship, and have even gone to great lengths to make sure they aren’t torn apart.

And it’s all just sooo satisfying to me on so many levels, in ways I haven’t felt about a ship in a very long time.

Humans Are Weird

Okay but imagine the whole trope of humans playing with other apex predators. I just watched a video recently about a couple of guys playing with a small black bear cub. One of the guys mentions during the situation that “This is extremely dangerous but he’s just so cute!” Like WTF!?!?!?!? Can you imagine humans in space on like a two year mission and something similar happens?

The crew had been walking the surface of Anl-17 for several hours and had decided to rest near a small body of water. Catfe, who was in charge of security, sat next to two of her crew’s human scientists. The other Gadrë had made a small perimeter around the group and were scanning actively for any sign of a threat. This was after all, a hostile planet.
Suddenly from the bushes came a squeal followed by several Gadrë rushing from the brush. Another human, Daniel, came walking out and Catfe noticed he was carrying something. The other humans got up and wandered over to him to inspect whatever it was he was carrying. Catfe’s eyes narrowed when the humans started making cooing and kissy noises.
“Human Dan,” Catfe started. “What is it you have found?” Daniel stepped past his compatriots and walked toward Catfe slowly unwrapping the cloth he was holding. He stopped in front of Catfe and showed her the bundle of fur.
Catfe recoiled in fear and placed a pincer on her weapon.
“Human Dan,” she stammered. “Where did you find that?” Daniel pointed toward the brush and replied,
“It was sitting in the brush and it squawked at me. I figured it had been abandoned.” Catfe swallowed and tried to keep her composure. Humans could sense when others were fearful and Catfe did not want to look weak in front of her crew.
“Human Dan, do you know what that is?” She asked. He shrugged, a nonchalant gesture for humans meaning that they did not recognize a problem.
“That is a Ghrishtar, Human Dan. The apex predator of this planet,” Catfe explained. “It does not have a parent, that is simply it’s size when it is hunting.” Daniel looked down at the bundle of fur and to Catfe’s shock, began scratching the Ghrishtar’s underbelly.
“Human Dan, I must ask you to return that creature to where you found it before it decides to make a meal of all of us.” Daniel looked around at the rest of the crew whose expressions ranged from concern to pure horror.
“Okay,” he said and headed back toward the brush. Moments later, a crash sounded from the brush but no scream followed. Catfe waved her crew off. If Human Dan had died, there was no sense in sending more of her crew to follow his fate.
Several minutes later, Daniel walked back out looking mildly concerned. The other humans gathered around him and began intensely whispering and gesturing toward the brush. Finally, one of the other humans smacked him upside the head which started a whole new bout of intense whispering. Another human scientist, Kate, moved away from the group and approached Catfe. She had a look etched into her face Catfe had never seen before.
“What is it Human Kate?” Catfe asked. Kate let out a breath, a sigh Catfe believes it was called which she believed meant exasperation in human culture. She glanced back at the other humans and then said,
“Dan believes he has imprinted on the…”
“Ghrishtar?” Catfe finished. “Impossible, they are not friendly to other species. There is absolutely no—” Catfe trailed off as a massive furred beast with seven inch long claws on its four front paws trotted out of the brush. Daniel turned around and the Ghrishtar dropped and rolled onto its belly. Daniel proceeded to scratch its underbelly as he had before and Catfe chirped, the Gadrë equivalent of a sigh. This was going to be a long expedition.

I’m trying to prepare for a really small convention in my town. I’m hoping with Fire Emblem Heroes, more people in my area will appreciate and love Fire Emblem.

Updates to look out for: *updated*

1. 19 Days

2. Junjou Romantica

Comment: Let’s do this, Ijuuin-sensei!

3. Sekaiichi Hatsukoi

4. Ten Count

5. Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai

Comment: Ryuzakiiiii

6. Seito Kaichou ni Chuukoku

7. Otokonoko no Koto wa Shiranai

8. Ote o Haishaku

9. Kashikomarimashita, Destiny

Comment: Let me just say that MIYAUCHI DESERVED SO MUCH MORE. I mean, I have nothing against Aoi and Jirou and there is no better pair for Miyauchi than Kudo but EVERYTHING THAT JIROU HAD WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HIS EVEN AOI TBH I felt that destiny was so unfair on him. I didn’t really feel for Miyauchi that much until I listened to the drama cd - that shit hurt me ten times over. But what I like about this series is how the first story, side: Master shows how Aoi and Jirou had come to accept their destinies while in side:Butler Miyauchi and Kudo fought their perceived destinies. I rate this a fucking 10.

10. The Same Time As Always, The Same Place As Always

12. Pink to Mameshiba

13. Ashita wa Docchi da!

14. Kurui Naku no wa Boku no Ban

15. Youchi na Koi wo Doushiyo

16. Nibiiro Musica

17. Ore no Kaikata Shikarikata

18. Life Senjou no Bokura    Seifuku wo Matoeba, Umaku Uso ga Tsuketa no ni Eto Irokoi Zoushi


Since Life Senjou no Bokura and Seifuku wo Matoeba has been completed, everything moves up!

19. Batsu Game

20. Akai Ito no Shikkou Yuuyo

21. Kore ga Koi ga Wake ga Nai

22. Dakaretai Otoko ni Ichii Ni Odosarete Imasu

23. Oh my Hero!

What this is: Homie works as power ranger actor and his identity is revealed by one of his regular kid viewers. He becomes close with the kid and his divorced dad. 10/10 will make you sigh from the cuteness.

24. Papa’s Assassin

Comment: I legit thought that this was always included in the list. And so the plot thickens, who is Ryuu? Who is Daniel? What exactly happened on that fateful day several years ago?


1. Bokura ga Koi wo Ushinau Riyuu

Comment: THIS, my friends, is what prompted me to update this list. If you’ve read Yukidoke no Koi then pack up and board the train of feels as this is a fucking sequel! This is about Sumito’s friend, Oushirou and his - wait for it, unrequited feelings for Koba! Their other friend. A few years after the events of Yukidoke no Koi when Oushirou and Sumito’s already living in Tokyo, Oushirou gets a call from Koba that he’s moving to the city. Oushirou had been trying to run away from his feelings for Koba which is actually the main reason he moved to another city in the first place so drama ensues! It is during this time that Oushirou meets Inamura who tells him that he could use him as Koba’s replacement. I really dislike plots where the main character has unrequited feelings for his childhood friend because they usually end up together and the “comforter” who fucking did his best gets turned down in the end but I should’ve known the outcome when I saw the cover.

We get to see Sumito and Someya-sensei in this series a few times its actually their fault that this happened haha but whether or not they knew that Oushirou had feelings for Koba is unclear. 


stars in her eyes

A/N: Late submission for InuKag Week: Stars :D 1700 words of fluff. 

Kagome was drunk.

Kagome was druuunk.

It was something Inuyasha was trying to not focus too much on, since he decided to wait outside of the comfortably warm hut everybody was huddled inside of. He tried desperately to focus on all the other uninhibited things that echoed brokenly into the darkness.  

It was almost well past midnight, and the stars were out in full display, but he could still hear the sounds of their tittering voices, Miroku’s robust chuckling and Sango’s high pitched trill, seeping through the cracks of a makeshift doorway. Kaede’s rough scolding voice, heavy with tease and pestering good will. Shippo piping up that it was ‘incredibly unfair’ he wasn’t allowed to have a swig of the ‘good stuff’.

Kagome, shrieking every once in a while with her clear and ringing laughter. Inuyasha found himself smiling privately, as he leaned back against the cold bark of the tree behind him. He could picture her perfectly too, knees underneath her, red at the joints from how long she had been rubbing them against the wooden floor boards, mouth open and gaping as she released muffled laughter under her hands. Hair a mess, eyes glistening and glimmering in the firelight.

He had been inside surrounded by music and high spirits, but after a few indirect (and direct) innuendos on the nature of his relationship with the back-again priestess, he felt hot and uncomfortable. He’d made a gruff comment about needing to get some air with a reddened face and disappeared before anyone could stop him.

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Can we all take a moment, have a deep breath, exhale slowly, and realize how majestic this unicorn is??? Commander Smith is that bad ass! ladies + gentlemen. The man is just the representation of a God and needs to be appreciated for everything. Everything in this series; everything in this fandom. I am a bit melancholy though, because from here on out shit just gets tragic for this man. From almost being executed… From having an existential crisis, borderline going mad in front of Levi (several times)… foreseeing his fate and declaring Hanji the next commander and chief…. And of course the last battle of Shingashina and Eren + Mikasa being douchebags because they felt Armin deserved to live over Erwin (for real fuck those three!) I mean….. Next to JeanMarco, Eruri is my second closest ship, and to prepare for all this angst in the third season is going to cause me anxiety… Haha, it’s true. Erwin has had to deal with all this fuckery and the man still is strong enough to lead….. Y'all need to appreciate him more!

anonymous asked:

Takumi, Leon, Silas, Kaze and Joker reacting to f!Kamui taking a hit for them during a battle. Please...☺️

Your name: submit What is this?

Takumi: He gets terribly angry. As your wounds are getting dressed, he scowls at you the entire time.

“You know Takumi, a thank you is always nice.”

“I’m not thanking you for something stupid,” he snaps. But then begrudgingly adds, “thank you.” It’s a gruff whisper but it makes you laugh.

He rolls his eyes, bidding off the healer quickly when she finishes bandaging up your leg. He then proceeds to pick up his bow and whack you in the shoulder with it. “Takumi! No hurting the injured.”

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I don’t like where this is going. 






Seven Nation Army

Fandom: Owari no Seraph

Pairing: YuuMika

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: Mikaela Shindo is an army medic who has seen many things - but he’s got one thing on his mind, doing what he can at what he’s best at. Saving lives.

Yuuichirou Amane raises the stakes at any cost even if that meant losing his life, and he’s got one thing on his mind, serving his country.

After getting severely injured, somehow their fates intertwine with one another. And Yuuichirou seems like he can’t get enough of a particular blond medic with blue eyes.

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derekfailwolfhale  asked:

obi-wan/anakin/padme (because i can't get enough of your hcs about these three)

another, “send me a ship and i tell you the things” meme, yay!

  • Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: Anakin. Look, you can only be electrocuted in ways that should’ve been fatal so many times before your luck runs out. Statistically speaking, Anakin is doing way better than he should be, because one of the only issues he has is the door thing, and it’s a miracle that he hasn’t died from how many volts of electricity have ever gone through his body and how many times it’s happened.
    • So, like…… relative to being dead? Screwing up with doors isn’t that bad.
  • Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: Obi-Wan did for a while, but has worked on stopping since Padmé asked him to either make his own desk or stop doodling on hers.
    • As far as making his own desk went? ……yeah, that died after Obi-Wan tried to look up, “how to make a desk” and decided that it sounded messy and complicated and okay, wow, he has so much more respect for Padmé’s desk now that he actually kind of understands the work that she put into making it
  • Who starts the tickle fights: Obi-Wan.
  • Who starts the pillow fights: Padmé.
  • Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: They take turns, but it’s usually Anakin, simply by virtue of him having a weirder sleep schedule than either of his spouses
  • Who mistakes salt for sugar: They all had moments of doing this until Anakin gave up and put really clear labels on every container that could conceivably be used for salt or sugar (and one for salgar, though only he and Ahsoka ever use that one because Obi-Wan and Padmé think salgar is disgusting).
  • Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: Anakin, but it’s usually a sign that he’s upset about something. But it is still really annoying. Especially when it happens right before or in the general vicinity of Padmé having some big deal business at the Senate.
    • Because Ani? Sweetheart, she appreciates that you’re upset and don’t always know how to talk about it until you’ve worked out some of the frustration through tinkering, or working out, or having a late-night self-pity party with microwave taquitos and a pint of Cherry Garcia?
    • But she also appreciates what rest she can get and would, in general, appreciate it if you could, like…… please care enough about your spouses to not let the microwave beep on the eve of this important vote she’s been trying to argue for that will, you know, literally affect the fate of several star-systems? kthx.
  • Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: Obi-Wan, oh god. They are so cringe-worthy, you’re gonna scream. Or groan and facepalm, which is what his spouses usually do because Obi-Wan is such a loser nerd and they love him.
  • Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order: Obi-Wan and Padmé are in an ongoing dispute over whether it should be alphabetical by author (sub-alphabetized by title), or parceled out into subjects and then made alphabetical by author. Anakin has been permanently recused from the debate because his idea for an organizing system attempted to combine Obi-Wan and Padmé’s ideas, utilized some concepts that were somehow inspired by the wiring inside of a speeder he’d fixed a few days earlier, and literally only made sense to him and R2.
    • Anakin still stands by his terrible idea. He also maintains that it is a very, very good idea and that Obi-Wan and Padmé would learn their way around it through practice if they would just let him do it and try it themselves. This argument is slightly hampered by the fact that Anakin cannot explain how his system works without at least five charts.
    • One of the original charts involved sand and how his system would minimize the amount of sand involved in the bookshelf. No one is entirely sure why this was important in designing an organization system for the bookshelf because the closest it’s ever been to sand was the sawdust that happened when Padmé built the bookshelves herself, and now that he’s had a nap or ten, even Anakin admits that this chart was probably not necessary.
    • However, he maintains that this doesn’t change how his idea for how to best organize the bookshelf is the one they should be using. Neither does the fact that he was exceptionally caffeinated at the time and hadn’t slept in a while. Nope.
  • Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: They take turns, but Obi-Wan probably does it most often.
  • Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion: None of them, really. They usually don’t even bother to have candles for special occasions.
  • Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: Obi-Wan and Padmé take turns drawing them on Anakin. Except for sometimes, when R2 is actually the one drawing on Anakin, and Obi-Wan and Padmé get framed, because R2D2 is a troll.
    • That said, the humans here have figured out that R2’s tattoo doodles are usually more risqué than Obi-Wan’s or Padmé’s — neither of them, for example, particularly gets the “humor” of Anakin having a cartoon phallus drawn on his face — so R2 gets away with this less. This has yet to make R2 stop doing it, but y’know.
  • Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation: Anakin, oh my god. He has souvenir magnets all over the fridge and various surfaces in his favorite speeder, he has souvenir snow-globes on the bookshelves (and one in Padmé’s home-office), he collects all the tacky souvenir junk you never wanted.
  • Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines: R2 has tried in vain to convince his humans that these would totally be fun and they should do it, but they keep shooting him down in favor of doing Mad-Libs. R2 has resorted to filling them out with 3PO, which is mostly just irritating because most of 3PO’s answers suck.
Animation Terrorists - NME cover article 17 March 2001

The first Gorillaz Interview! 

Kicking out the bland, cooking up the alternative. The future is coming on and, say Gorillaz, it belongs to them

Mark Beaumont

The courier carries the package into the reception at arm’s length. Sweating profusely, he place it tentatively on the receptionist’s desk, whimpers “sign here” and runs screaming from the building. The parcel bucks wildly, rocks violently on its edges. From inside comes a muffled “Kon-nichi-wa, NOODLE!”, and suddenly two small, Japanese, completely flat legs karate-kick through each side. Two completely flat arms punch out of the bubble wrap and a completely flat Japanese girl’s head pops out of the top. With a gurgled cry of ‘Sayonara! NOODLE!”, Noodle, the youngest and coolest android guitarist in rock, jumps down from the reception desk, waddles quickly to the nearest lift and pushes the button for the 25th floor.
In the NME office all cartoon-freaked bastard hell has broke loose. 2D, the black-eyed, blue-haired pretty boy singer is spray painting ‘ZOMBIE HOP HOP’ and ‘CHRIS MARTIN SUCKS FURRY COCK’ across the office stereo. Russel, the hulking NYC hardman drummer., rummages through drawers stealing any CDs by the Wu-Tang Clan and Shakin’ Stevens. Meanwhile Murdoc, the scrag faced, green-toothed, Beezlebub-worshipping bassist with the halitosis like a badger’s scrotum, has taken over the editor’s office and is offering all female staff “some satanic slap ‘n’ tickle in me Winnebago”. Suddenly he spies a copy of NME’s ‘Popstars’ issue, howls with demonic rage and eats it.

“I think this is a perfect example of how fucking diabolical it’s getting.” He slavers. “Where you have to have a programme where you pick your own pop stars. What the fuck is going on?”
So says the warped and wicked Svengali behind Gorillaz, animation wiv additood, a vibrant alternative to boring old Realbloke Rock, the first ever cartoon band to call Bob The Builder a “cunt” and back it up with baseball bats. They’re the Technicolor Pop Blitzkreig behind the stupendous ragga-western drug ditty ‘Clint Eastwood’ and they’re here to infiltrate NME like a cartoon foot and mouth disease. See them go, spreading like wildfire between the pages, trampling in the faces of Terris, until they reach the cover where they set fire to toilet rolls and shove them under Daft Punk’s helmets. They may be two-dimensional, but Gorillaz are way more real than the shallow plastic edifices of most pop stars. With the shadowy figures of Blur’s Damon Albarn, hip-hop producer Dan The Automator and Tank Girl creator Jamie Hewlett lingering in the background they have come to drag the concept of band manufacture into the next dimension.

“This isn’t getting a bunch of 17-year-olds with pretty faces who can do backflips with big tits and making a record for them,” Murdoc sneers, pulling a dart from his pocket and throwing it at a picture of Fatboy Slim on the wall, missing and hitting 2D in the head instead. “We’ve got a bit more integrity than that”.
“I guess it’s a bit like Eminem,” 2D muses, pulling the dart from his temple, “in that we’re reflecting what’s out there anyway. I just think we’re doing it in a much more intelligent way than he could dream of doing it.”
And with that, Murdoc swings his feet onto the editor’s desk, loses his balance and falls backwards into a filing cabinet, causing a shower of objects, including three bowling balls, a cricket bat and a large anvil to fall onto his head. Three black ravens start circling his cranium.
“Wanker,” scorns 2D.
“Pair of assholes,” tuts Russel.
“NOODLE!” shouts Noodle.

Who let the Gorillaz out!?! Several freaks of fantastical fate, it transpires. While on a routine ram-raiding mission with his gang of scuzzball twat-mates two years ago, Murdoc pile-drove into the window of Uncle Norm’s Organ Emporium in Crawley, where 2D was working part-time. Russel was next on board, fresh from New York where he’d been possessed by the spirit of Del That Funkee Homosapien when Russel was the only survivor of a random and savage drive-by. Sheesh, Rus, you must have felt lucky not to get rubbed out.
Russel: “….”
Sorry. That was in bad taste. The day that their advert for a guitarist appeared in NME, a FedEx parcel arrived on Murdoc’s doorstep, ten-year-old Tamagotchi axe-toddler Noodle leapt out, having posted herself from Osaka, and Gorillaz were go! Their first gig at the legendary Camden Brownhouse started a shotgun-fuelled riot. But most contentious of all are the foggy rumours surrounding the involvement of sometime Gorillaz collaborators Damon, Dan and Jamie. The band claim that they discovered the trio sleeping rough in Leicester Square. But whispers abound that Gorillaz are simply leeching off their famous mates’ credibility.
2D shrugs. “Well it’s nice of you to say that they have any credibility in the first place.”
“When you’re old farts like them,” adds Murdoc, “completely out of ideas, you need to attach yourselves to some young talent.”
Too right, I mean that last Blur album… pffffftt, bloody hell, eh>
2D: “Well you might well have a point there…”
You must’ve thought Damon had gone completely bleedin’ barmy” Going walkabout round Mali, singing nonsense lyrics on the last single…
2D smirks. “As they said in NME, how dare he think he can get away with it!? We thought he was easy fodder, a man who’d lost his way.”
Have you saved their careers?
Murdoc: “We’ve saved Jamie’s. He was washed up. He was doing illustrations for J17 magazine! We’ve given them something interesting to get their teeth into and something to get out of bed for.”

Hmmmm, one senses that there may be a flipside to this argument…
“That story’s a load of bollocks,” says Damon emphatically, clad in baseball cap and chunky B-boy glitter in a west London studio the following day. “They came to us at a party. Me and Jamie used to live together for a while and Murdoc and 2D turned up at a party where we had Sporty Spice, Baby Spice, Pavement, a couple of members of Radiohead, Madonna. No, Madonns wasn’t there, but Kate Moss was there, Marianne Faithful, Keith Allen…”
“The funny thing was,” says Jamie Hewlett, “the following night, Damon got photographed getting some eggs, yet all fucking night the front door was open and not a single fucking journo came upstairs with a camera.”
Midway through recording his “Mali record”, Damon seems enthused and rejuvenated by his involvement with Gorillaz. He praises 2D’s simple yet profoundly impressionistic lyrics and practically speaks in tongues about the band’s forthcoming London gig (at King’s Cross Scala on March 22) claiming “it all goes into the realms of metaphysics and what is real. I won’t be there, though. I’ll be abroad. I’m going to Mongolia that week to hang out with a shaman there.”
“But because there isn’t a human face to it,” Damon continues, “it’s the abstraction which I think is groundbreaking. Hopefully we’ll inspire people to have no boundaries. It’s liberating. The whole idea of them being animated is that they can go anywhere. The only thing it’s limited by is out imagination.”
Gorillaz eponymous debut album is a kind of Frankenstein’s Furby of a record: awash with dark, apocalyptic hip-hop atmosphere and undead reggae grooves, but clashed through with an innocent streak of kindergarten pop. It’s Deltron 3030 playing conkers with ‘13’, it’s Beck punching The Clash outside a pub on Sesame Street and it’s groundbreaking indeed, not least for its rampant eclecticism.
“Coldplay are very conservative,” says Damon. “If what sets itself up as the alternative could get any more conservative than Travis, it just has. It’s melodic and it’s memorable but for all the wrong reaons. This whole stance that ‘we’re only in it for the music’ how many times does that C86 ethos have to get churned out?”
Plus the whole Gorillaz concept is a marketing department’s we dream. In an age when image manipulation has become as precise a science as nuclear fusion, real people with real human drug addictions, skin complaints and ballooning egos simply aren’t considered flawless enough to be pop stars. And real rock musicians are boring, ugly, self-obsessed, have shit hair and stink constantly of stale plectrum. So what could be better than a ready-baked bunch of freakoid mutant meta-pop stars with psycho-rebel personalities that make Oasis look like the Tweenies?
“ I think being in a famous pop band, many years down the line,” says Jamie, cryptically, “will start to restrict you from doing the sort of stuff you want to do because you’ve got to fit into some sort of mould that’s been created for you and if you’re a creative person that stops you from creating. Working with an animated band is the ideal opportunity to let go and do what you’re good at.”
Really though, Damon, this is just an excuse to get out of doing photo shoots, isn’t it?
Involuntarily, Damon gives a sly, knowing grin.
The thing about speed is, Murdoc jabbers, flakes dripping from each nostril, “if you end up being the sort of person who gets into doing cocaine when you go to parties and then you go back to doing speed, you end up saying ‘Give us eighty quid’s worth’ and you get a dirty great sugar bag full…”
Shit shovelling time. We already know about Murdoc’s chronic speed habit that kept him almost permanently blind throughout the ‘90s and his sexual desperation which will see him lunge at anything that once had a pulse in the early hours.
The there are those scurrilous rumours about 2D waking up after the Brits win bed with the three girls from Captain Caveman.
2D sneers. “They were just after the publicity.”
We recently interviewed Bob The Builder and he said of Gorillaz, “The drummer is a nice bloke, the little Asian one I haven’t met but I hear she’s alright. But that singer and that bassist, I hope they catch mildew because I fucking hate them two.” Why would he say such a thing?
2D: “That’s Noel The Builder, isn’t it?”
Murdoc: “ I think I probably shagged his girlfriend or something. Betty the Builder.”
2D: “it’s all there, mate! You wanna read it, you can! I tell you what happened, right. I shagged Noel The Builder’s brother’s girlfriend.”
Murdoc: “He’s a cunt anyway. We’re outta here.”
And with that, Murdoc kick starts a blood-red, completely flat Harley Davidson, Russel, Noodle and 2D leap on the back and they ride it straight through the 25th floor window. The bike vrooms for a few feet, then splutters dead. The band hang in the air for a few seconds, confused, until Murdoc peers downwards, cries “MOTHER FUCKAAAAAAARRRRSSSS!” and they plummet out of sight.
When Gorillaz hit the ground, Gorillaz *bounce*