shenanigans even

Best Friend Starters!

{Text}: Go to bed and stop texting me. This isn’t the intended use of emojis.

“Hey, I read about this super illegal thing and I think we should do it.” 


“Do you think foods have feelings? Maybe that gumball I dropped today was sad I didn’t eat him…”

“No, we can’t buy five hundred pugs.” 

“What do you mean I’m too loud? It’s not like I’m SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR!” 

“If I go down you’re coming with me! This is a mutual effort!” 

“I’m not picking your drunk ass up at three in the morning anymore.” 

“Stop coming into my house to sleep on my couch! Someday you’re going to find the door locked.” 

“Oof, get off! You’re too heavy!” 

“I honestly think you belong in a cell, but again, I guess we’d be cellmates.” 

“Now who the fuck took my skittles? It was you, wasn’t it, you smug little-” 

“Somehow I don’t think the teacher believed our story about the sword wielding elves breaking the window…” 


“I don’t care if you didn’t wanna share, it’s mine now!” 

“YOU ARE A DICK. Also I’m at your door, let me in.” 

“C’mon, smile…I’ll tickle you if I have to!” 

“You’re sad. Don’t lie to me. I see the pouty thing you do.” 

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?” 

“You can’t even reach me to hit me, shortie-OW!!” 

You’re Not Tall Enough; 2320 words

Usually Even hated being around drunk people when he was sober.

Truth be told, he wasn’t actually that keen on drunk people when he was drunk either.  Alcohol had never really been his thing; he had always preferred something a bit, uh, greener.

But seeing Isak absolutely wasted was proving more amusing than anything else Even could remember in recent history.  He was currently stood up on the sofa with Eva – it was always Eva who pushed Isak over the edge from drunk to wasted – racing her to finish a cup of some horrifyingly strong concoction Vilde had created.  Everyone was crowded around them chanting drink drink drink like some ridiculous TV show scene.

What wasn’t ridiculous, though, was the delighted look on Isak’s face when he swallowed down the last of his drink and tossed the cup aside.  His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright and he was smiling so wide that Even didn’t even care that he’d be nursing a hungover Isak for the entirety of the next day.

He’d do anything to see Isak’s face lit up like that.

He joined the rest of the crowd in cheering for Isak, who was up on the sofa basking in his moment of glory that he probably wouldn’t remember the next day.

When people asked later how he knew what was about to happen he tells them he knew from the way Isak blinked.  One second his eyes were bright, but after an uncoordinated looking blink they were completely vacant and Even was surging forwards with the bin firmly in his grasp.

He thrust the receptacle into Isak’s face mere seconds before his boyfriend lurched forwards and vomited.  The crowd that had been cheering him and Eva on quickly dispersed, not wanting to be in the splash zone.  Even was vaguely aware of Eva squealing that Isak throwing up meant she was the real winner seeing as she’d held her liquor, but he was a bit too preoccupied with keeping the bin under Isak’s chin to defend his boyfriend’s honour as the rightful winner.

Once Isak stopped retching Even walked him slowly away from the main bustle of the party.  He ended up sitting a very drunk Isak down on Eva’s doorstep with the bin in his lap, hoping the cool night air would sober him up a bit.

“Still having fun, baby?” Even couldn’t help but teasing as he knelt in front of Isak.

“Don’t call me that, I have a boyfriend!” Isak slurred.  He managed to sound outraged even in his drunken state.

“I know?  I am the boyfriend?” Even frowned.  Isak stared hard at him; his lips were pursed in a very unimpressed fashion and his alcohol-glazed eyes managed to convey a severe lack of belief at Even’s statement.

“You’re not tall enough t’be my boyfriend.” Isak shook his head for a second before groaning and doubling back over the bin, retching some more.  And damn, that was the first time in his life Even had been told he wasn’t tall enough for something.

“I’m crouching, Isak.  You’re sat down?” Even tried to explain as he rubbed Isak’s back, but Isak was having none of it.

“No, no!  Even didn’t want t’come out tonight; he’s at home!” Isak insisted.  And yeah, okay, Even hadn’t really wanted to watch all his friends get blitzed when he was just coming out of a depressed few weeks but he also didn’t want to be apart from Isak when he was finally feeling like himself again.

“You know what: I think it’s time we got you home.” Even suggested.  If Isak was so drunk he couldn’t even recognise his boyfriend of almost a year then it was probably time to call it a night.

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Who the heck is Medivh I have absolutely no concept of him anymore

In art

an extremely evil mage filled to the brim with chaotic power and villainy constantly posed and personified as a Very Evil Loud Bad Wizard Guy

Warcraft III

bird prophet ghost grandpa man who just wants what is best for Azeroth

World of Warcraft

a laid back calculated image playing chess with you in his giant ancient magic tower that has an entire floor dedicated to Straight Up Banging

Warcraft (movie)

weird awkward shut in guy who is extremely melodramatic and evil

Heroes of the Storm

uncomfortably burly and handsome sassy wizard man who cracks snarky one-liners


what is even happening at this point


i have 0 excuses okay i just saw @joliemariella‘s tags on my silly drunk Pap animation and 

look at all those friends

c’mon Sans, gotta carry ‘em for SCIENCE (and friendship)


Whats better than 1 Rodimus? All the rodimusesesszz

emonitela: This is I Don’t Know How But They Found me, the brainchild of Dallon Weekes and Ryan Seaman. They boast a big, sexy sound and make fantastic use of Weeke’s illustrious voice. The band is also no stranger to social media shenanigans, making their allure even harder to resist. Keep your eye on @idkhow cuz we’re glad we found them…you’ll be glad you did too.

there we have our first clip of actual studio recording and it sounds fantastic!

Okay but give me the nurseychow (nurse shark???) AU where Nursey and Chowder are together but they’re keeping it on the super downlow because it’s so new and they don’t want the team all up in their business. But the team eventually find out that Chowder is dating somebody and all of a sudden Nursey’s got people taking him out to coffee and telling him that it’s okay to be upset because his crush was literally so obvious and everyone thinks that he must be heartbroken

On a more serious note, major props to Legends of Tomorrow for actually using the word ‘bisexual’, out loud, in a complete casual and non-judgmental context, about one of the lead characters of the show.
It’s that kinda stuff that keeps me watching for all the 'they went inside his brain and then he made out with a sentient time machine’ shenanigans.

Comfort Food

Wherein cultural differences run deeper than expected and communication is key.


My rant vent-fic about something that really bothers me about MY culture.

(On an unrelated note: The fluff was needed because I need to read THE ROAD by McCarthy for a term paper and it’s so fucking depressing (and good)…. sickening fluff is the only thing helping at this point)

Also many happy returns to the birthday boy!


Comfort Food

[Fandom]:Voltron: Legendary Defender

[Rating]: Gen/ Gen

[Genre]: Friendship, Team as Family, Hurt/Comfort

[AU]: Shenanigan(g)s series, college AU

[Word count]:  4.400

[Warning]: deals with touch starvation, lots of fluff and comfort

[Status]: completed

Original AU by @taylor-tut


Shiro had noticed a lot of things about Lance in the three weeks he’s been living with them now.

One included the fact that the boy was undeniably loud. It was a strange contrast between the student who monitored his volume in class (with mixed results) and the incessant chatterbox following around whichever of his roommates was available at the moment, talking loud enough for the both of them.

It was interesting to see how fast Lance could adapt and make the best out of a crummy situation, using or rather misusing objects for purposes they were not intended for, improvising when the situation called for it. It was as if Lance instinctively knew how to work around life’s little mishaps as effortlessly as possible – something he very much liked to let everybody in the flat know. And if one of them was kind enough to remind him of the time he almost set himself on fire trying to fix their old, rickety oven… well Lance was very vocal about not being able to remember this supposed accident.

But there was something else that Shiro had taken note of: the fact that Lance was a very affectionate individual. When he talked, his hands would be in motion constantly to illustrate his point, would find their way onto a shoulder while he was listening to Hunk as he vented, would ruffle through Pidge’s hair when she was hanging in front of her laptop for more than two consecutive hours, caught the few times where, whenever they sat at the kitchen table, he would nudge Keith to egg him on to accept the ‘challenge of the day’ as Pidge had mock dubbed it. Shiro himself frequently felt a fist gently nudging him in the shoulder as a sort of greeting, whenever he left or just came back home.

It was something they were getting used to. Not that they hadn’t enjoyed sitting together in the same room, close to each other – which was inevitable with how small their couch was – but with Lance, Shiro felt that there was an edge to these casual touches that held some sort of restlessness, as though he was holding back.

It was hard to grasp and even harder to describe.

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After the 2003 League Cup was over, finally the wedding plans had gotten underway. Now here they were in Tuscany, Italy. Everything was going smoothly and according to plan…..on second thought

Alyth Wood and Malva Flint were going to kick their husbands asses seven ways to Sunday and that was putting it lightly. This was special day for their sons and it was not to be ruined.