so pretty it burns

  • 707: [screams]
  • Yoosung: … What was that?
  • 707: I just thought about my anxieties and it’s like my mind hand touched a hot memory stove.
  • Christine: The Phantom of the Opera is real and he is my teacher!
  • Meg: The Phantom of the Opera is real and he is terrifying!
  • Managers: The Phantom of the Opera is not real but there is definitely some real person being terrifying!

this is so cute!! didn’t add saeran because ( pretty sure ) he hates V with a burning passion so that would be kinda awkward and i didn’t know what to write

nsfw implied? not really but some soft hinting at it



- doesn’t really mind too much

- the same hair color doesn’t bother him

- or the same eyes

- but you guys even do some of the same things and he’s like ,, who are you

- when he first meets you he literally thinks it’s V in a wig


- he’s fine with it but he’s absolutely convinced you guys are related somehow

- mc would you be willing to do a dna test?

- no zen no

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anonymous asked:

What about team nice dynamite playing surgeon simulator on a real person

Oh jeez that gets awfully bloody awfully quickly. It’s definitely  one of their nastier games, which considering who they are and what they’ve done is really saying something.

The idea is probably born in Caleb’s office. Michael’s grumbling his way through stitches, reluctantly laughing as Gavin makes a nuisance of himself while he waits, opening draws, playing with tools, theorising about what everything does, miming out increasingly disturbing looking operations until Caleb finally banishes him back to the waiting chair under the threat of a first-hand demonstration.

Still, the idea is planted and not even a week goes by before Michael and Gavin decide to rob a hospital, pick up a few tools of their own, and play doctor. They get everything from scrubs and gloves to speciality instruments and various medications, alongside a few of their own concoctions and no small number of personal knives. Their ‘surgery’ is an abandoned warehouse; not even one of Geoff’s, just somewhere private where no one will notice them making a mess. And boy do they make a mess.

Their first involuntary patient is a very bad man indeed, cruel and nasty and just generally lacking in heart. So they take his out. Dig around for a bit, surprised by the effort it takes to get through the ribcage, wondering at the sheer amount of blood, the various strange bits and pieces they rummage through, organs they examine then toss to the floor to continue their quest. Astonishingly the patient does not survive, but they manage to extract the heart before it stops beating so at the end of the day they call it a successful endeavour.

For the next sorry contestant, who had the misfortune of witnessing something he shouldn’t have and running his mouth in the wrong company, there is a very delicate eye surgery, followed by a far less delicate experimentation to determine which vaguely eye-shaped objects found laying around the penthouse would make the best replacements.

There’s a dirty cop working for the wrong gang whose night ends with his brain on the floor, a noisy thorn in Geoff’s side who involuntarily donates his kidneys to science, a brief foray into dentistry leaves a crook without their teeth, an arms-dealer who got a bit too touchy loses an arm, and in a move that’s more petty than anything else, a wanna-be conman who thought he could manipulate Gavin of all people gets to accidentally teach them just how quickly a person can bleed out when they’re missing their tongue. 

With all the compassion of serial-killers, the selfish amusement of egocentric children and the in-built bravado born from the unwavering support of a best friend the only end in sight for this awful new game is the inevitable moment Team Nice Dynamite gets bored and moves on to something else.

The rest of the FAHC doesn’t know what they’re up to in their spare time but have seen enough shared looks and whispered plans to know they’re doing something, have witnessed more than enough of that particular brand of nasty delight to know it’s something devastating. Still, when casual inquiry reveals nothing more than a pair of matching grins, somewhat secretive and entirely wicked, it’s generally agreed that it’s best to just sit back and wait for the mayhem to roll in.

Which is all well and good for a while, but eventually Jeremy and Ryan are bored enough, curious enough, nosey enough to give up on patience and track them down. It’s not particularly difficult, they’re not really hiding, but what has been seen cannot be unseen and Jeremy, for one, desperately wishes he’d left Ryan to investigate on his own. Ryan stands in silence, reaction hidden behind his mask though Jeremy fancies that there’s something upsettingly amused in the way he surveys what is undoubtably a makeshift surgery, eyes sharply interested as they flick around the room, to the blood on the floor, the walls, to the body on the table, the wailing heart-monitor and an IV bag filled with something oddly glittery.

Jeremy is feeling slightly less impartial. Maybe it’s just the surprise of it all; he was expecting another firework bomb, maybe a kidnapped cop or the makings of an elaborate prank, anything other than the cold, still, Dexter-like vibe of this particular undertaking. It’s almost too much, too disturbing, even with everything the FAHC have done, everything he himself has done. Perhaps it shouldn’t be, maybe it’s no worse, not really, but in the shock of landing in what looks like a horror movie torture room Jeremy can’t help but think that this is something else, that this is terrible.  

Then Gavin tears through, squawking up a storm and holding two eyeballs up over his head like they’re watching Michael, who’s roaring with laughter and whirling something pink and fleshy around like a lasso as he gives chase, and just like that the moment is thoroughly broken. Ryan snorts, turning on his heel and heading out the way he came but Jeremy can’t quite make himself leave, can’t even stay silent, not when Michael slides through something unnamable, wiping out into a tray of instruments and going down under a bombardment of misplaces organs like the worlds goriest slapstick routine.

The sound has Gavin finally catching sight of Jeremy, eyes widening in shock before he grins, wild and disastrous as he crows out a greeting, calling for the illustrious Doctor Dooley to come in and save him from the heavy-handed fumblings of Doctor Jones, and honestly at that point there’s really little else Jeremy can do but start looking around the room for a spare pair of gloves.

Headcanon that one day, while they’re driving home from a hunt, Sam comments on how beautiful the sunset is, with all the oranges and yellows, and Cas asks him what orange and yellow look like and that’s how the brothers find out that angels see in something similar to inverted colors/infra-red.  Something like this:

While it answers the question of their superior eyesight, it’s not nearly as pretty as what humans see.  So Sam and Dean burn some cheap glasses with holy fire because they already know it lets them see things they normally can’t.  Then they take Cas outside when the sun starts setting and Sam slides the glasses onto his face.

Dean watches closely, asking if things look any different.

But Cas doesn’t seem capable of answering.  His mouth is hanging open and his eyes are wide behind the glasses, snapping this way and that, landing on the dirt under his feet and then the gnarled tree growing close to the bunker’s entrance and then up at the sky where the sun is sinking behind the trees, and Dean knows that the angel is seeing things like they d now, in vibrant, warm colors, and he can’t stop the grin from spreading over his face, huffing a laugh when Cas reaches up to push the glasses higher on his nose.

The soft sound draws Cas’ attention and Dean’s laugh catches in his throat when the angel turns wide, ocean blue eyes one him.

Castiel blinks slowly, one corner of his full lips pulling up in an awestruck smile as he stares into Dean’s eyes.

Castiel reaches up and Dean can feel the soft pads of his fingers flutter over the skin just under his eye.

“Green…your eyes are green.”
The Foxtrot - Chapter Twelve  Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

New chapter, things are continuing to progress - this burn is pretty slow, so I hope you guys don’t mind. I did have one person tell me it was boring lol - but many more seemed to enjoy it so I’m going with them. 

Also random self-promotion. I’ve opened up commissions if anyone is interested. You can find info on them HERE

Anyway, new chapter. I hope you enjoy :)

art by @plastic-pipes <3


Dizzy, but it’s ok bc I had a designated driver and I was at a friends place for Super Bowl

But now that I’m home the tequila is catching up to me and I realize I was too ambitious

That being said I feel REALLY GIGGLY AND SILLI and super happy bc my team won!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YISS

Jealous (Bruce Wayne headcanon)

Requested: Yes
Request: Headcanon of Bruce when he is jealous?

  • He’s surprisingly not too hard to make jealous
  • Like you think an handsome billionaire would be hella confident
  • But he just doesn’t want to lose you
  • If it’s someone he feels like has no chance, he has no reason to be jealous
  • But if it’s someone that might have a shot it makes his blood boil
  • At first he does nothing, only observes
  • Views your body language
  • Even if you have no intentions, he can see from a far away if the person you’re speaking to does
  • Walks over and stands behind you, holding you close to him by waist 
  • Is super passive aggressive
  • Tries to outdo the other person in conversation
  • You catch on quite quickly and want to see this play out
  • When you start veering the conversation the jealousy starts burning so hard
  • Shuts up pretty quickly
  • After a few minutes of being quiet you turn to look at him
  • You can’t believe it
  • The person seems to be in a sudden hurry 
  • Makes sure that your feelings towards him are still the same
  • Doesn’t do it very directly
  • making you want to facepalm 
  • Ends up with a very heated night to make sure you know that he wants you to be only his


With love,


Request: “O’ Noble Octopus! I humbly request thee a h/c(or blurbs even). The Paladins accidentally hurting their s/o during a sparring match. Extra Good Noodle Stars if Lance was giving Keith shit during the spar with his s/o which made him lose control.”

A/N: i thirst for the angst, also thank you my angry larva, for the Extra Good Noodle Stars


  • He hit you in the stomach with his activated galra hand
  • It gave you a pretty bad burn, and he felt so bad
  • He immediately stopped everything and was at your side instantly
  • He feels so guilty, and he’s just disgusted with himself for weeks
  • Even though you’re constantly reassuring him that you’re okay, and that you don’t blame him, he still won’t even look at you for days


  • He sort of stabbed you
  • Lance was making fun of him, and he turned around to shake his knife at him, and then he stabbed you in the side
  • It was shallow, and he didn’t hit anything important, but you very well could have bled out
  • He’s pissed at Lance for distracting him, and he’s mad at himself for being reckless
  • He drops everything and goes to stop the bleeding
  • You insist that you’re fine, but he still carries you to the healing pod
  • He just feels so bad and he doesn’t leave your side, anything that you need, he’ll get it
  • It’s a little scary
  • He feels so guilty, and he just hates himself for hurting you


  • He shot you with his bayard
  • You two weren’t actually sparring, he was just showing off, and he got distracted, and his finger slipped and pulled the trigger
  • It barely grazed your arm, but it still burned pretty bad
  • He almost had a stroke, he was panicking, he was so scared
  • He was a little over dramatic
  • “Lance, it’s just a little burn.”
  • But he is really worried, and he feels so guilty
  • You just have to tell him that it’s okay, and that it’s not his fault


  • You two were sparring, and he knocked you on the ground and you hit your head
  • It’s just a minor concussion, but he still feels really bad
  • He stays and takes care of you, and he’s just always apologizing
  • “I’m sorry, baby”
  • “Hunk, that was weeks ago.”


  • She was showing you how she uses her bayard, and she lost control
  • It left a tiny little burn on your back
  • She was so worried about you, she felt really guilty that she’d hurt you, and she just fretted over you for days
  • She was just at your side the whole time, getting anything you need
  • She actually ran tests on you
  • “Pidge, I’m fine”
  • “Just making sure.”
  • “Get these wires off of me, or I swear to God!”
  • Viktor: You named your dog after me? That's cute.
  • Yuuri, covering his face: Oh god, how embarrassing.
  • Yuri: Doesn't that mean you're on the same level as a mutt?

one of the greatest things about homeschooling is having quick and steady access to a kitchen full of snacks and i would just like to thank jesus for this blessing