so damn clean

Clean Me, Daddy | 30.03.17
  • Phil: "Why aren't you cleaning us?" said Candice. Oh...
  • Dan: Excuse me?
  • Phil: Last time I did a live show, I accidentally ordered 300 cleaning wipes.
  • Dan: I know. I've seen them.
  • Phil: So, you can have the honour of cleaning them.
  • Dan: Excuse me?
  • Phil: The webcam. It's a bit grubby, so you know give them a clean. Give them a wipe. Someone just said "clean me, daddy".
  • Dan holds the cleaning wipe with regret. Phil burst out laughing and Dan starts speaking in a high pitched voice.
  • Dan: Yeah, I read that too. What is this?
  • Phil: It wasn't this weird when I did it!
  • Dan: There's a section of your live show where...
  • Phil: No, it's not a section!
  • Dan: ... you clean them?
  • Phil: No, I'm just saying we're slightly blurry and they'd like to see us in 1080pHD quality.
  • Dan: No, you planned this. It's a section where you clean the audience. Now everyone is saying "clean me".
  • Phil: They liked it. Just do it! I'll make the sound effect.
  • Dan: There's dozen of tens of thousands of people saying "clean me" right now.
  • Phil: Dan, clean them. Clean them!
  • Dan: Jesus Christ.
  • Phil: Do it! It's what you signed up to do.
  • Dan suppressing a regretful chuckle, Phil grinning so damn wide.
  • Dan: Oh my God, stop! The chat! Frick. Even the YouTube comments are going to be ruined. Oh, whatever you fricking..
  • Dan wipes the webcam while Phil makes the sound effect.
  • Phil: That's the noise of the cleaning wipe. Look how clear we are now though. My pores are here.
  • Dan: And yet, I feel dirty.

at this point, anyone not into power rangers should definitely blacklist it because i’m not holding back anymore and this blog is now Real Power Rangers Trash.

“It’s easier to choose if it’s your life

– or his.

Choosing one or the other gives you an outcome eitherway.

But not everything is that simple.”

apparently SAI saved the wrong file. i’m sorry. anyway, muriel during his gladiatorial years?????


i really love @catnippackets‘s post with these two stimming its adorable

i cry a lot when i think about mitch marner with literally anyone because he’s a precious and pure boy and he just loves hockey. so magical and easy to get along with, have a good laugh with, make a few passes with, score a few goals, carpool, karaoke, hug, vacation, dress up, literally anything and you just wish you could be friends with him and all of the rookies they’re just so damn respectable and they clean up good what more do you want? here are some gifs of this little 19 year old and some pals:

Originally posted by marntthews

Originally posted by lucpierre

Originally posted by bisexualkrisletang

Originally posted by wherefancyisfree

Originally posted by drabblemesilly

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Originally posted by werenskiz

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Remember when Marvel superhero books were about characters as much as story and given room to breathe so we could have occasional recurring characters like black physically disabled dancer-turned-instructor Stevie Hunter, who didn’t help anyone fight anything except their own teen angst and poor muscle tone.

Pokemon Evil Teams in a Nutshell
  • Team Rocket: The mafia
  • New Team Rocket: The mafia, but petty
  • Team Magma: Volcano cultists
  • Team Aqua: Yar har, fiddle di dee
  • Team Galactic: Space idiots
  • Team Plasma: PETA
  • New Team Plasma: Being a pirate is alright with me
  • Team Flare: Genocidal fashion police
  • Team Skull: It's ya boy
  • Aether Foundation: how is this place so damn clean??
So Some Stuff Happened While You Were Gone

It was strange to come home.

Except it wasn’t home anymore. Somewhere in the intervening years of grinding through undergrad and graduate coursework, the house Jazz grew up in had stopped being home.

Danielle had been given Jazz’s room when she left halfway across the country to Yale. During holiday visits they would share, Dani insisting that all her time “camping out” under overpasses and old mausoleums as proper precedent for her to sleep on the floor.

A few times Jazz caught herself thinking of it as her room, instead of Danielle’s. She could still recognize the room she’d stayed in for seventeen years, an old imprint she felt in the air, pins and needles in her scalp; her hands itched with the impression that if they just peeled away the sci-fi posters and anime wall-scrolls and the global Polaroid collage the old room would still be there, waiting beneath like a layer of wallpaper.

Keep reading

maniacani  asked:

Yep, me again haha. Do the kids eventually find out about the plushie incident when they get older and realise how much it hurt their daddy and how it contributed to the whole "i know you hate me" feeling? Like maybe during a casual family chat about silly things that have happened and keith just laughs about it when it comes up or smth?

agoddamnrayeofsunshine said: OK, angst was Definitely Not where I thought you would take that ask and now I’m wondering what would happen if Lance and Pidge stumbled across the stuffed bunny and piglet (or as I now know them: The Sadness Toys™) in a box in the attic or something some years later?

Previously: Keith gave them toys but Pidge and Lance neglected them.

[The Voltron Family] The kids were in their teens here. It was summer and the whole Shirogane Family was cleaning the whole house. They all had assigned places to clean. At the mean time, Shiro was in the kitchen, Keith was in the library (pffft totally not bias), Hunk was in the living room, Lance was in charge of their rooms and Pidge was in the attic. They went down stairs after Shiro called them out to eat snacks and rest for a while before resuming their cleaning. Keith was sprawled on the love seat, groaning in exhaustion. 

Keith: Why didn’t we buy a tiny house with two rooms? The kids can just share. It’s so tiring cleaning every damn corner. *glares at Shiro*
Shiro: You’ve told me this already so many times. Every. Year.
Keith: *continues glaring* I. KNOW. 
Shiro: *chuckles* *sits at the couch opposite Keith’s* I thought you wanted a big house back then?
Keith: I did. Don’t call me out on my past mistakes. *rolls eyes* *grabs a brownie on the coffee table that Shiro brought* I still have the clean the roof. God knows what’s lurking in there. And then wash the curtains. I was thinking it’s time to use the red ones, hmmm? *looks at Shiro*
Shiro: Yeah. Red with black. The whole emo aesthetic. *smiles teasingly*
Keith: *rolls eyes in amusement* Shut up. It’s our color. You love it.
Shiro: Never said I didn’t. *chuckles* You look very seductive all sprawled out on that seat, babe.
Keith: *groans* Of course. *monotone* Keith Kogane. In all his glory. Oh, please take me now, Takashi Shirogane. Have your way with me.
Shiro: *laughs* *gets up and pampers Keith with kisses on the face* Don’t mind if I do. *tickles him*
Keith: *laughs* Takashi. What the hell. I’m sweaty! 
Shiro: I don’t care. *continues giving Keith pecks*
Keith: *tries pushing Shiro away* *cant stop laughing* Get off me you barbarian! 
Lance: *comes down* Uh, Dads. Please get a room. 
Hunk: *arrives* You act as if you don’t see them do that everyday, Lance.
Lance: *pouts* It reminds me how single I am. 
Hunk: Awwww, you’ll find someone for you, buddy. *pouts mockingly*
Pidge: *joins them* *places the box on the coffee table*
Shiro: What’s that, Pidge?
Pidge: Found it in the attic while I was cleaning. *huffs* It’s labelled “Kids’ Toys”
Hunk: Oooooh. *peaks* Open it. 

So Pidge opened the box and they slowly took out different toys that most of them could remember until Pidge took out a stuffed bunny and piglet.

Lance: Huh. Who owned those? *looks around*
Pidge: I can’t say I remember to be honest. *blinks repeatedly*
Hunk: *turns quiet* *knows who are the owners* *looks at Keith*
Keith: *looks at Hunk* *smiles sadly* *coughs* The bunny one belonged to Lance and the piglet to Pidge.
Pidge: *looks at Keith* Really? I—
Lance: Seriously? *picks up the bunny* Huh. *examines it*
Keith: *clears his throat* T-they were gifts.
Lance: From who? Relatives? Daddy Shiro?
Shiro: *shakes his head* *looks at Keith*
Keith: *straightens himself* *clears his throat again* They were from… me.
Pidge: When did you give them to us? *tilts head*
Keith: *looks heart broken they can’t even remember* 
Hunk: First day. It was our first day when we got adopted. I got Mr. Cuddles, remember?
Lance: *laughs* oh yeah!! You still have him in your room.
Hunk: Exactly. All three of us got gifts that day from Daddy Keith and… 
Pidge: *places hand on Keith* I’m sorry we’ve forgotten—
Keith: *smiles* *squeezes Pidge’s hand* It’s fine. It’s in the past. You just didn’t like them. That’s understandable and—
Lance: I’ve stepped on it. *came into a sudden realization*
Pidge: *turns to Lance* What?
Lance: I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to. I… *sits down* Oh god now I feel awful. We basically threw the toys aside and— *looks at Keith* I’m really sorry.
Keith: *chuckles* It’s fine. Like I said it’s in the—
Lance and Pidge: *hugs Keith* We’re so sorry.
Keith: *chuckles turned to choking* *breaks down* I thought you hated me so much. It was probably stupid of me to assume. I just… *teary eyed* I just wanted you to like me…
Pidge: No no no. *hugs Keith tighter* I’m an idiot, Daddy Keith. I’m sorry.
Lance: No, Pidge. I’m the bigger idiot here. *hugs tighter*
Pidge: Not even gonna argue with that, Lance.
Lance: Oh shut up, Pidge!
Pidge: We were such bratty kids. Especially Lance.
Shiro: *smiles at Hunk* *looks at Keith, Lance and Pidge* CUDDLE PILE!!
Hunk and Shiro: *joins the cuddle pile*
Keith: Oh my friggin god. Shiro. What the hell. You’re so heav—
Shiro: *kisses Keith’s forehead* We just love you, Keith.
Keith: *rolls eyes* I hate this family of barbarians. 
Hunk, Pidge, Lance & Shiro: LIAAAAARRRRRR!!!