sorry to whoever made it

like i understand this is a sports broadcast and fisher is on the team while carrie is obviously not, and i’m not saying nbc should sit around and lament about all of carrie’s achievements during the middle of a hockey game – tho like i wouldn’t complain if they did – but carrie underwood is one of the most successful country music artists of all time. carrie underwood is a 7 time grammy winning artist, a 10 time billboard music award winning artist, 4 time ‘female vocalist of the year’ winner at the CMAs. she’s widely known as the most popular female artist in country music and is responsible for continuing to grow and shape the genre. calling her ‘mrs. mike fisher’ like her only accomplishment in life was marrying a mediocre hockey player who happens to now be the captain of the predators feels bad, scoob. 

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Percival Graves x Credence Barebone
Mafia/Mob!AU

inspired by a fic called “Pocketknife” by anon on ao3 (which i couldn’t find it anymore;;;)

anonymous asked:

everyone is sending you gift boxes so- ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ

“Gon i just touched ur butt and i liked it I think im gay”-Killua

anonymous asked:

tbh their subtle touches are my faaaave, all of them and they keep doing it like when they were reacting to bv ep 1 and jimin touched jk's knee for a second there like idk but this is just my favourite thing they do. also i swear jimin has something for jk's hair/back of his head/nape of his neck cause he's been touching jk there since their debut days lol

i have a thing for jimin having a thing for touching jungkooks hair/neck. i love it so much. like here have some iconic neck touchy moments that i love with all of my heart because their so sweet and subtle and i just wowoowowow . (some donโ€™t have gif cred bc they were found on google im sorry)

(gif cred to whoever made it)

(gif cred to jikookdetails)

(gif cred to yahjiminie)

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     To whoever originally made this meme: I am truly sorry for the rant I’m about to go on, because I know you meant this to be funny, and it is. But this scene is incredibly important to the character development of, well, pretty much everyone– but especially Jack.
    Right from the beginning, Jack believed in the Doctor. This rogue Time Agent just hooks up with this clearly insane alien and decides that this is the man he’ll follow, come Hell or high water. Jack the renegade, the criminal, the con man, the torture master (see Torchwood season 1, “Countrycide,”) decides that he’s going to owe his loyalty to this total stranger in a blue box– all because the Doctor came back for him when his ship was about to blow rather than let him die. He calls him “sir.” He enforces his wishes. He throws himself into danger for him. Then Station 5 happens, and Jack knows full well that they could all die, and what does he say? “Never doubted him, never will!” And not only does he march willingly into the jaws of his own death, he turns commando and encourages others to die in this man’s name as well. And die he does– brutally, quickly, and with all the attitude of a man who has chosen his own fate.
    He wanted to believe that the Doctor would never have intentionally abandoned him on Station 5. We can see it in his face when the TARDIS disappear. His idol wouldn’t just leave him there to die, or for dead. And when he makes it to Earth, what leads Torchwood straight to him? “Just you wait until I find the Doctor!” “The Doctor will fix me!” He’s as stubborn in his faith as everything else.
     But the Doctor doesn’t come. And doesn’t come. And doesn’t come.
     And every day, as Jack cuts himself shaving and the nicks heal, as he gets into barfight after barfight and comes away unscathed, as bullets go through his skull like noise through an eardrum, his faith gets just a little more battered. And a just a little more bitter. And the days turn into decades. And the decades turn a century. And Jack’s loved ones drop dead, and he remains, and the Doctor still doesn’t come.
     He’s almost given up hope. He’s got his little team. It’s enough, isn’t it? Isn’t it?
     And then he hears the wheez of those blessed engines, and for the first time in a hundred and fifty years, he feels alive.
     He almost misses the TARDIS, but that’s okay, he’ll hold on. He doesn’t realize that the Doctor is running from him as hard as he’s running to him. He doesn’t know that the Doctor saw him coming and intentionally tried to get away. (What the fudge, Doctor?)
      “You abandoned me,” he accuses, facing this man who has to be the Doctor but looks nothing like the man he died for all those years ago. And the Doctor can’t even come up with a decent excuse. “Got busy,” my left butt cheek.
     He doesn’t get a decent answer until he’s up to his eyeballs in radiation, and the Doctor has known all along. He did it all, leaving him and staying away, on purpose. But Jack starts cracking jokes! He should have been so bitter! But he knows now that he’s “wrong,” and maybe he deserves the Doctor’s ire, just like he did back in 1945 during the nanogene incident.
     The Master, the Toclafane, that’s all just part and parcel of running with the Doctor, and he’s okay with it. Mostly. Sort of. You can even see him smile at the Doctor when Martha’s gone (season 3, The Sound of Drums,) as if to say “Good work, getting her safe.” Even though they’re both trapped in the Master’s ship with no visible hope of escape. But the Doctor will figure it out.
     The world is burning. The Master reigns supreme. And it’s true that the Doctor’s basically disabled, so you can’t blame him, not really…except Jack does. Just a bit. Because this is the man who’s outsmarted Daleks and left planets safe thanks to his brilliance, yet there Jack remains, chained in a room with no sunlight and tortured for the amusement of a madman. (Which Time Lord that’s referencing is almost irrelevant at this point.) And it’s not just Jack who’s suffering. Every human being still alive lives in mortal terror, and Martha’s family are slaves. Even Lucy shows signs of abuse. The Doctor’s desire to save the Master is laudable, but at this stage of the game, utterly irrational. At the very least he should have defeated the Master first and then tried to redeem him, leaving the innocents of Earth out of the equation. This is one of the few times we see the Doctor act like the arrogant Time Lords from whom he tried so hard to distance himself, so desperate to hold onto this last piece of his race, planet, culture, that he’s willing to let this atrocity play out for his end game. Leave humanity out of it this time, Doctor. No one else volunteered to risk their lives to save that bloodthirsty maniac.
     Jack’s the first one on the Valiant to join his whispered, bruised, battered faith to the psychic network that will revive the Doctor. In spite of all the pain he’s suffered, not just at the hands of the Master but throughout his inhumanly long life, he throws his faith behind this madman with a box who has simply got to save those people on the planet below. Jack needs those people safe just as much as the Doctor ever did.
     The Doctor told Jack that he was “wrong.” That he was never supposed to exist. That he ran away from him because looking at this man who admires him above all others is just too difficult. But he’s willing to keep the Master on the TARDIS indefinitely, maybe forever.
     What exactly is the point of loving and believing in someone who barely acknowledges that you exist?
     And so we come to this scene. Jack’s not just tired, not just recovering from injuries, not just battling PTSD. He’s disillusioned. He’s lost what little was left of his idealized version of the Doctor, the one he maybe tried to believe didn’t leave him behind on purpose, the one who would SURELY come back for him and tell him he’s done good. The one who would make all his suffering worth it. This Doctor MADE him suffer. This Doctor could have saved them all, but tried to save the Master instead. He’s shown where his priorities truly lie– and Jack isn’t even a factor.
     “Jack Harkness is just a slut,” so proclaim the naysayers. But what kind of person who is “just a slut” could smile at the Doctor the way Jack does as he says good-bye, knowing finally that he’ll never truly have a place at the side of the man he waited a century for, and still manages to forgive him?

Captain Jack Harkness. The Man Who Waited. The Man Who Believed. The Man Who Deserved an Apology. The Man Who Should Have Had Better.