sup kid

The funniest thing to me is that moment in a show when a character has just died in some tragic way, and it’s just like the saddest thing ever and everyone is bawling

Then you go backstage and they’re just sitting there scrolling through their phone because now they have nothing to do for the rest of Act 2

The Picture of Dorian Gray
  • Lord henry: wow basil who u paintin
  • basil: NOBODY [sweats]
  • lord henry: he's p. hot u should show this pic to everyone
  • basil: dude i cant theres ~too much of my self in it~
  • lord henry: LMAO BASIL you ugly fuck that guys the hottest dude ive ever seen and you.... well.... arent..... but dw im sure hes dumb as shit
  • basil: .........:(((...........but i love him
  • dorian: sup guys im here now what talkin about
  • basil: how hot you are
  • lord herny: yeah
  • dorian: hahah omfg
  • bail: let me finish my painting
  • lord henry: OKAY im going
  • dorian: HENRY NO DONT LEAVE ME HERE its v. boring
  • henry: k fine let me just poison your entire worldview and turn you into an asshole in like 1 page
  • lord henry: hey u know dorian that painting of u is p hot but you wont be hot forever one day you will be OLD and GROSS
  • Dorian: oh fuck
  • dorian: oh god really
  • dorian: if only through some ambiguous dark magic the painting could get old and gross instead of me :'(((
  • basil: dude chill
  • dorian: I WOULD RATHER KILL MYSELF THAN BE OLD AND GROSS
  • Basil: ~DORIAN NO~
  • Basil: I will destroy the painting
  • Dorin: basil no its pretty
  • Basil: fine
  • Hery: k bye everyone i got stuff to do
  • ~later~
  • basil: hey dorian hey
  • basil: here you can have this painting bc im madly in love with you
  • Dorian: SWEET ok bye
  • Dorian: [closes door]
  • dorian: [looks at painting]
  • dorian: [breathes heavily]
  • Dorian: fuck............ im so hot.........
  • ~1 month later~
  • dorian: hey everyone im engaged to this actress
  • everyone: cool lets go see her play
  • actress: [bad acting]
  • Dorian: WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!! ACTRESS!!!!! WHY YOU ARE V. DISAPPOINTING
  • actress: b/c I love u :'(((
  • Dorian: u suk bye bitch
  • actress: kills self
  • dorian: [doesn't know]
  • painting: ~evil vibes~
  • dorian: ew omg no no no i must write an apologetic letter to the girl i hastily ceased loving
  • henry: lol she dead
  • dorian: SHITTTTTTTT SHITS SHIT
  • dorian: Thats it there is no good left in my heart
  • henry: haha yeah also here have this book that will turn you into even more of a jerk
  • dorian: tnx henri
  • henry: bye
  • basil: DORIAN WHAT THE HELL OH GOD you are not the starry eyed little twink i knew 1 month ago what happen to you dorian no ilu
  • dorian: ((hmmmmm basil would probably turn me into a better person......... but no...... i am an evil man......evil.......to the core..))
  • dorian: Bye basil
  • ~5 years pass~
  • dorian: hahah im such a bad person but who gives a fuck
  • dorian: [various ke$ha songs and montage of him throwing money and jewels and music and rich tapestries and orgies everywhere]
  • dorion: k that was fun
  • painting: [hella gross]
  • dorian: lmao
  • ~another 5 years pass~
  • basil: dorin omfg hi is that u
  • dorian: yea
  • basil: i have heard bad things about u dorian everyone says youre a fucking asshole but i don't believe them bc you're too hot
  • dorian: hahahahaha actually speaking of do you want to see my ~soul~
  • basil: lol wut
  • dorian: HERE IS THE PAINTING
  • Basl : HOLYF FUCK WHA THT EHFUCKIGN
  • dorian: .........wait.... why did i show you that.......
  • dorian: fuck...... i have to kill you srry
  • basil: [dead]
  • dorian: hm.
  • dorian: hello chemist man can u pls destroy that body with your chemistry magic
  • chemist man: k
  • ~later~
  • henry: sup kid
  • dorian: stuff
  • dorian: hey henry do u think basil got murderd
  • henry: dunno prolly dont care really
  • dorian: .......k
  • ~later~
  • dorian: haha wow
  • dorian: I'm a bad person
  • dorian: this sucks better go kill myself tbh
  • Dorian: [stabs painting n dies]
  • police: wtf this is gross
  • ~FIN~

SUP KIDS!~

It’s about time I freakin got my follower gift up, so here it is! This tshirt is a basegame recolor, and also my first recolor ever. Thought I’d try to do some things for you guys. 

Once again, thank you guys so much for getting me to 200 followers. You have no idea how much it means to me that I’ve even gotten this far, not to mention so fast. I love you all so very, very much!!! You guys are the reason I keep this blog alive, and I’m so touched that so manyy of you follow my stories and stupid gameplay!!

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anonymous asked:

I hope you're still taking prompts because here's one! Carl questioning Mickey about him and Ian and Ian overhearing :)

// I just loved this prompt so much and had to write it! More ROTC fic tomorrow if you guys still want. But this one is totally standalone, oneshot. Enjoy! //

Ian had just left for work, and Mickey was finishing his coffee in the kitchen, reading a book. There wasn’t much decent reading material in the Gallagher household, so he’d settled for Lip’s Postmodern Poetry book that he’d left lying around last time he’d been home from college. Mickey was quite enjoying the Ginsberg section over his pancakes, when Carl sat next to him. Mickey hadn’t talked with him much, so he nodded, a little awkwardly.

‘Hey kid.’

'Sup,’ Carl replied, snatching up Mickey’s last bacon strip. Mickey rolled his eyes, knowing it would be pointless to say anything. They were silent for a few more minutes, when Mickey became aware of Carl’s eyes on him. He glanced up from the book and saw that the younger boy was just sat, staring at him.

'What?’

'Why are you with Ian?’ Clearly, Carl wasted no time.

Mickey frowned. ‘The fuck do you mean?’

'Why are you with him? It can’t just be about sex because you keep coming back. Again and again. So why are you with him?’

'I - I like him. Thought that was obvious,’ Mickey said uncomfortably.

'You guys are in a relationship?’

'Yes,’ Mickey said, not even thinking about it. Carl raised his eyebrows.

'So…you’re his boyfriend? He’s your boyfriend?’

Mickey shifted uncomfortably in his seat. ‘I guess. We’ve not really talked about it like that.’

Carl shook his head. ‘You guys are in a relationship, you guys are together - you guys are boyfriends.’ Mickey didn’t say anything. Carl continued. ‘You’ve hurt him, haven’t you? Not recently. But in the past. I’ve shared a room with him. I’ve heard him crying at night when he thinks no-one can hear. He was always careful not to cry loudly, but I could hear his choked up breathing, and the outline of his shadow on the wall would shake and shake. Sometimes I’d hear a pack of frozen peas crunching as he pressed it to his face. I’m not stupid. I know it was because of you.’

They were silent for a moment. Mickey felt like telling Carl he didn’t know what he was talking about, felt like running out, felt like doing anything but face it. So he spoke quietly. ‘Every day. I regret the things I did to him. When he left, I - I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I know I deserved that. There were so many times, before, when he did stuff for me, or tried hard because of me, or put up with my shit. All for me. I knew he was doing it but I had no clue how to tell him how grateful I was. I was scared of doing something serious or permanent with him because I was scared of what it would mean. I was scared of who I was. I was scared of the things I was feeling for him. And I couldn’t handle it, and I destroyed both of us. I regret that every day. When I came back, it was like I’d been given a second chance. I didn’t want to mess it up. I couldn’t. I don’t ever want to lose him again. I can’t.’

'You love him,’ Carl said. It wasn’t a question. Mickey just looked at him nervously. 'I know you can’t say it, won’t say it. But if you do, just stay quiet.’ And Mickey bit his lip and considered telling him to fuck off. But he couldn’t do that, because it would be a lie. So Mickey stayed quiet. Carl smiled. 'How did you know?’

'We were just drinking beers on my couch. Watching a movie. That’s when I started to think. Maybe. But I knew - whenever walked into a room. Or said something. Just fucking smiled. His fucking smile…and laughing, god. I’d say stuff just to make him laugh. But I think he’s - he’s something special. Cause he wanted me in spite of everything. There’s stuff you don’t know. But he kept trying. He kept making me better. He’s - Ian is my good.’

The two boys didn’t say anything, but Carl stood up and came to hug Mickey, who was tearing up a little. ‘It’s ok,’ Carl said quietly. A noise in the doorway made them both jump. It was Ian. He was staring at Mickey with his mouth slightly open.

And Mickey almost said, what the fuck you looking at. Almost got up, shoved past Ian and out the door. Almost ran off again. But he didn’t. ‘You heard?’

Ian nodded. ‘I came back to get my phone. Right after I’d left.’

'Right.’ He almost said it wasn’t true. Carl had set him up. It was a joke. But he didn’t say those things. 'I meant it.’

Ian wordlessly crossed to get his phone from the table. He picked up the book that lay in front of Mickey. ‘Ginsberg?’ he said softly.

Mickey nodded. ‘Under the burden of solitude. Under the burden of dissatisfaction. The weight,’ he paused, and looked at Ian, ‘the weight we carry. Is love,’ he said quietly.

Ian smiled. ‘Yeah?’ he whispered. Mickey nodded, stood up and pointed to the page.

'I like this part.’

Ian scanned the words, then turned to Mickey and took his hand, holding the book in his other. And he murmured gently, ‘the warm bodies shine together in the darkness, the hand moves to the center of the flesh, the skin trembles in happiness and the soul comes,’ he read.

'Joyful, to the eye,’ Mickey interjected, drawing closer to Ian. 'Yes. Yes. That’s what I wanted. I always wanted,’ he said. Ian dropped the book and cradled Mickey’s face, both stumbling, both laughing through their kisses. Then Ian stopped the kiss, just to look at Mickey for a moment. Their foreheads pressed together, both breathing into each other.

'Mick, I - I love you,’ Ian told him.

Mickey kissed him hard and then broke away to hold Ian. He nearly dropped him like he’d been burned, nearly told him to fuck off, nearly stormed out and slammed the door. But he didn’t. Because he didn’t want to. He wanted to pull back and look into his eyes as he said it. ‘I love you, Ian. I love you too,’ he said firmly, finally.

Carl grinned and slipped away quietly. His work here was done.

// hope y’all liked!? let me know and keep prompting me!! //

// note: the poem referred to is Song by Allen Ginsberg. I beg you, take two minutes to read it, it’s beautiful. //
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“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this...”

summary: Visiting Tom and just being cute and tired. FLUFF

A/N: had some trouble finding any Tom Holland imagines lately, hope you like it!

also please feel free to request any marvel/avengers imagines! :)


Security helped you get into the hotel where you were given directions how to get to Tom’s room. You thanked them with a nod of your head and grabbed the hand of your suitcase, walking in the direction of an elevator. After pressing the button to call it you checked your phone for any missed calls or texts while you were on the plane but saw only a few unimportand emails and social media notifications. As the door opened you placed the phone in the back pocket of your jeans and stepped inside, pressing the button with number five on it. The ride to the fifth floor was slow and was accompanied by the soft sounds of a typical elevator music. Walking ahead and then taking the first turn left made you feel slightly nervous, you haven’t seen Tom in a good few months and felt anxious to visit him by surprise. It was getting late so you were hoping he would be in his hotel room, already done with the shooting for the day. You stopped as you saw the number 503 on the door and took a breath. You knocked on the door a couple of times, hoping to see your boyfriend soon. You heard a few laughs and then the door opened was opened by smiley Tom. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Wait wh-I thought it was room se-what are you doing here, oh my God!!” His confused expression changed into a very excited one and he quickly pulled you into his arms and hugged tightly, with your head noozled into his neck while lightly standing on your tiptoes. He kissed the top of your head, “I missed you so much, baby.” 

“Hey! Where’s the food?” You heard some shouts coming from the room, “Yeah, where’s my pizza, man?”

“I missed you to, Tommy,” you say with a tired voice and place a kiss on his lips. You let go of him and turned to grab your suitcase but Tom was faster and with his other hand he grabbed yours and walked you inside, closing the door with his foot. 

“That’s not my food,” Anthony made a face before standing up and giving you a hug, “Sup, kid?”

“Nice to see you too, Mackie,” you smiled at him and then hugged Chris and Sebastian that were also in the room. The trio was definitely up to no good and they probably wanted to make Tom take part in their plan.

“Did I interupt something? Were you guys working? I-I can leave if you need me to-”

“It’s alright, don’t worry!” Chris laughed, “We were just discussing some stuff and ordered food.”

“Yeah! We wanted to make your boyfriend go ot with us tonight, have some fun, feel like joining us?” Mackie added. You sat on the couch next to him and after Tom left your suitcase in the other part of the room, he sat beside you. His arm found its way around your waist and he pulled you a little bit closer to him, “I never said I was going out with you guys!” Tom defended himself, now having another big reason not to go out and spend some time with you before you have to leave him.

“Dude, come on!” Sebastian whined  with Anthony following him a second later and Chris shushed them both. “It’s alright, he has his lady here now, let’s just wait for the food and leave them, yeah?” 


It was almost midnight by now, you and Tom were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie on the big TV screen. The both of you were quiet, enjoying each others company and being in each others arms while sharing a few passionte but sweet kisses here and there. The bright screen from the TV made the dark room look lighter and made it feel somehow cosy. 

After the amazing trio left you and Tom alone you changed your clothes to some shorts and a top. Later you felt chilly so you grabbed Tom’s hoodie that was laying on the chair and pulled it over your head to make you feel less cold. 

You turned around in your boyfriend’s arms and placed a kiss on his warm neck before closing your eyes, “Mmm.. you’re warm.”

He laughed gently, giving you a quick peck on the lips, “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“Love you, Tommy. ‘Night.”

“Goodnight, baby. I love you too.”

2

Sterek AU: DC/Marvel Cross bc @pale-silver-comb asked me to post

When Derek learns about the masked menace, swinging from lampposts and buildings and causing civilian damage he’s ready to knock some sense into the fool and then dump him ceremoniously on Sheriff Stilinski’s doorstep.

He’s not ready to find a boy staring back at him when he yanks off his mask. A boy smirking and wriggling his eyebrows at him. 

“Cat got your tongue, Sup?” The kid says, dimples drawing Derek’s attention to the flush on his cheeks and the smattering of moles. He’s entranced by the boy, by the mischief in his eyes and the way his lithe body stands from his crouch.