the only funny thing to come out of this

ya know what I find funny?

rap monster is constantly mocked and looked down upon for being an idol, but he’s actually one of the few k-artists that are recognized by american media and american hip hop artists.

like he was the only korean artist to be featured on spin’s “50 best hip hop albums of all time”, he collaborated with Krizz Kaliko and Warren G, and now he’s recognized by Wale.

You don’t really see that kind of thing happening with most k-hip hop artists. What makes it even more phenomenal is that rap monster wasn’t even born in America or had any experience living in America. He self-taught himself english and he was able to get to that point through his hard work.

Even Suga was recognized on Tidal’s Rising, which is still more than what a lot of k-hip hop artists get.

So yeah. I’m proud of my boys:)

funny story

when I was in the 5th grade, i accidentally started a manhunt.

i would leave little notes to my friend at the end of the day so he’d find them first thing in the morning. problem is, he didn’t know i was only doing it as a joke. for example, one of the notes said “i’m coming to your house”, and i was going to be going home with him that next day. he knew my handwriting and, understandably, freaked out a bit. when my teacher confronted me, i panicked and said a boy named John Smitherson came up to me and told me to write those, and that he was moving today so don’t bother going after him. obviously, the police went after him. i sent the police looking across the tri state area looking for a kid that didn’t exist.

Being Dean's best female friend

Originally posted by superuunatural

  • lots of inside jokes
  • always having someone to pick you up after a date gone wrong
  • sending each other stupid messages
  • it taking  Dean a long time to completely open up to you, but once he does you are the only one he tells his fears and insecurities
  • road trips
  • whenever one of you has a bad day a single message is enough and the other comes over with a bottle of whiskey
  • being able to rant about your problems while Dean just listens
  • finishing each other’s sentences
  • saying the same thing at the same time
  • being able to read Dean like an open book and he is able to do the same
  • Dean offering to beat up your ex
  • calling Dean in the middle of the night just to tell him something funny you thought of
  • staying alone at the bunker while waiting for Dean to come back from a hunter
  • Dean hanging out at your home, waiting for you to show up while emptying your fridge
  • Hanging out for hours saying absolutely nothing
  • Dean hating all of your boy(girl)friends, claiming they aren’t good enough for you
  • cuddling while watching movies
  • Dean is the best platonic cuddler and his hugs always make you feel better
  • resting your feet on his lap while eating takeout
  • Dean helping you pick out clothes for a date
  • talking about your worst sex experiences
  • Dean once tried to help you paint your nails when you broke your arm
  • Dean ruffling your hair
  • Dean never judging you 
  • forehead kisses 
  • being one of the few people Dean trusts
  • Dean giving your new boy(girl)friend the protective big brother/best friend speech
  • insisting the boys celebrate holidays like Christmas and Halloween
  • spending every holiday at the bunker and decorating everything – really, you go all out because you know the boys deserve something as close to a normal holiday experience as possible
  • sharing bad jokes
  • being Dean’s wing woman
  • Dean never letting you down when you need him
  • not seeing each other for a long time when Dean and Sam are on hunts far away, but as soon as he’s back it’s like he never left
  • Dean knowing that you are one of his weaknesses so he insists on you having a gun and an anti-possession tattoo
  • making Dean a photo album for his birthday to remember all the good times you had
  • jam sessions in the car
  • seeing each other naked and not being shy about it
  • Dean building up your self-confidence when you feel self-conscious
  • Dean calling you his best girl
  • a lot of people thinking you are dating
  • Dean wrapping his arm around your shoulders
  • Dean calling you after a bad hunt
  • sitting somewhere outside and drinking beer while telling each other your dreams
  • long discussions about the silliest things – like if you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would you choose or if aliens exist
  • Dean being protective of you and you being protective of him
  • Dean buying you comfort food and watching rom-coms with you after a breakup
  • sleeping in the same bed and cuddling because it feels nice to wake up next to someone

honestly, i feel like DC’s hanna-barbera comics are (for the most part) the best thing to come out of DC in years

like, the juxtaposition of the flintstones or snagglepuss with dark subject matter and an uncomfortably realistic artstyle is pretty funny in itself, but then you see that it’s actually well-written, too - somebody put genuine effort into the most ridiculous concept and it actually worked

not to mention, when they approached the writer of the flintstones book with the project, he openly admitted that he never liked the flintstones and DC was just like “that’s not a problem”

and reimagining wacky races as a mad max-style wasteland where the cars can talk because fuck you is absolutely incredible

when she smiles

(a ladynoire au where marinette is ladybug but alya is chat noire)

note: this is for Femslash February, but also a belated present for the lovely @larvesta!! Sorry this is literally months after I promised you this!)

Alya has always loved superheroes. At six, she opened up a comic book for the first time and fell in love with the idea of normal people being granted exceptional powers to save fellow citizens from the dastardly deeds of villains terrorizing the city.

Only her little sisters know of her well loved fantasy that someday real superheroes will show up in Paris, and that she dreams of being the Parisian answer to Lois Lane, first on the scene and first to report the heroic deeds of these masked heroes.

And maybe in another life, she is. But the funny thing about fate is that it never quite works out the way you plan it, and though Alya had always hoped that superheroes would come into her life, she never thought she would be one herself.

But a funny little black creature that looks like a cat but calls himself a kwami named Plagg changes all that. When he tells her that putting on that ring and yelling transformez moi will transform her into Chat Noire, a heroine in her own right, Alya decides to accept this new and unexpected path, though she has no idea where it will lead her.  

Alya isn’t surprised by the fact that being Chat Noire leads her to public recognition that follows her wherever she goes- merchandise, interviews, children wearing costumes on the street. If anything, she’s pleased by it, and by the irony that she is now the subject of interviews, rather than being the one holding the microphone.

Neither is she surprised by the magical powers of destruction that come along with the suit. If someone asked her, she would probably choose some other kind of power..perhaps something with disguises, or flying, but she’s not about to question why Plagg chose her or her destiny as a hero.

What does surprise Alya is how hard she falls for Ladybug.

Alya has always had a bit of an inkling that she like girls. She likes boys too, but it takes all of one battle against an akuma for her to realize that she’s fallen hook, line, and sinker for her new superhero partner, and boy, is she a goner.

Ladybug is dazzling, spontaneous, and intelligent. She’s flirtatious, vivacious, quick to react, and possibly the most beautiful girl that Alya has ever seen. They get along almost immediately, falling into a flirtatious simpatico that skirts between the lines of friendship and something more.

A dangerous intimacy, perhaps, but Alya can’t resist teasing her partner and pulling her proverbial tail when they’re playing around. In the evenings, there’s nowhere she’d rather be than sitting on a rooftop next to Ladybug, arms wrapped around her shoulders as they giggle and gossip.

Chat Noire may be the one with the cat-inspired alter ego, but she finds that Ladybug is the tactile one, winding her arms around her and burying her face into her chest when she feels particularly needy.

One day, Alya suddenly wonders what Ladybug’s hair would look like loose, cascading over her shoulders instead of in those tightly bound ponytails, so similar to those that Marinette wears everyday.

She ponders the thought and considers asking Marinette to wear her hair loose sometime; when she thinks about it, the two of them look similar enough.

The more she thinks about it, the more disquieting it is; the fact that both of her best friends look so similar to each other, the shared intimacy, the stories about a boy that used to feature heavily in their conversation at the beginning, but have slowly diminished over time, to the point where he is now only mentioned in passing, and only in a quietly fond way that signals no more than friendship.

The way they have the blue eyes- and the same smile. The same constellation of freckles scattered across the bridge of their nose.  

Alya is beginning to suspect, perhaps, that there is more to Ladybug and Marinette than meets the eye. Perhaps it’s the reporter’s instinct in her that never died, but now that’s she’s making connections, she can’t stop. And the more she thinks about it, the more obvious it becomes.

But as always, secrets exist for a reason, and if Plagg doesn’t want her to share her identity, she doesn’t have to. Alya understands the need for patience. In superhero stories, the truth is always revealed in the end, and at the right time.

And if waiting means that she can kiss Ladybug on patrol until the sun comes up in the evenings and watch Marinette turn bright red in the mornings when she walks into the classroom and someone asks her how she can look so exhausted and ecstatic at the same time, well-

Alya is willing to wait.


I’m sorry, but I’m little confused about positions on Senior Class photo. It seems like Brooks has his elbow on Eric’s knee, right? But Eric’s legs look really funny, I mean, due to bottom of Eric’s combat boot, is it possible? Doesn’t make sense.

In the senior photo when they did the goofy picture, there’s a foot on the fat dudes (next to brooks) lap and I’m just wondering - is that Dylan’s foot????? And who’s knees is Brooks resting on?? I’m so confused lol.

I’ve studied and studied this photo quite a bit myself and and it’s not easy to figure out!  So, you’re not the only one that is coming up short over it! The thing that doesn’t make much sense is the body part in light blue denim jeans that I put a ‘?’ by. But, we can determine from the first photo, that Eric is wearing black BDU pants. Brooks and Zack have slightly nuanced shades of dark blue jeans so this means.. the light denim jeans have to be Dylan’s! His body is slopping forward and his looong thighs are kinda squeezed in together and all we can see are the tops of his knees  Brooks has his hand lazily resting on the top of Dyl’s knees.  I used to think that was Dylan’s boot..but I it seems too small given that Dylan had a size 12 foot.  It can’t possibly be Eric’s boot, because his body is leaning in the opposite direction. No way would he get his boot swung forward.  So, the only logical explanation would be Robyn’s boot. I don’t know what kind of rugged boots she has on but that would give her a fairly sizable foot for a girl - maybe size 9 or 10.  Which would mean that her right leg is bent, leaning on top of Dylan’s thigh (which we can’t see behind Zack) and she’s resting her boot on top of Zack’s leg.  That’s the best I can deduce of it presently!  :)  The photo really is a puzzle-like conundrum..   

And, by the way, Zack is not a “fat dude”, he is stocky, people, stocky. Sheeesh.  The poor guy…

YouTube!Percico Headcanons

So I made a post earlier this week asking if 30+ was too many and no one had a problem with it… I’m going to be posting these all weekend. 

  • Percy Jackson is a very popular life vlogger who does funny challenges and vlogs his life.
  • Nico never heard of Percy Jackson, so he didn’t recognize the 20-year-old when he walked in a coffee shop. They started talking and just couldn’t stop.
  • Nico thought Percy was funny and adorable, Percy felt the same. One thing led to another and Nico asked Percy out on a date.
  • Communicating through texts and a few calls for the next week, Nico finally found out what Percy did for his job. He stayed up all night binge-watching Percy’s videos.
  • Percy Jackson (only coming out as bisexual two months before) didn’t mention Nico in his videos until the night of their date. He was sitting in his car with the most content expression on his face.
  • “Okay guys, I’m closing out this blog for tonight. *Sigh* I just had a great time with someone I think is going to become very special to me very quickly.”
  • When Nico saw that video later that night he felt like he was floating.
  • It didn’t take long for Percy to ask Nico to film a “Boyfriend Tag” with him. After interacting a lot on Twitter and a few pictures on Instagram, his fans caught on very quickly and demanded to meet the new cutie.
  • Percy’s fans loved Nico. #Percico was trending faster than either of them thought possible.
  • Nico appeared in Percy’s vlogs almost every day for weeks. They loved spending time together and making videos was Percy’s job so they had no problem combining the two. The fans were in shipping heaven.

anonymous asked:

vmin + "I'm telling you that I like you, but you keep thinking that it's a friendly joke, so now I have to proof that I am serious"

“The thing is… I like you,” Jimin finally manages, clasping his sweaty, shaking hands together in his lap.

“Pft, is that all? Why are you so worked up about this? I like you too, buddy,” Taehyung assures him easily. 

“No… like, I like you. Romantically,” Jimin clarifies.

Taehyung’s smile flickers only just slightly. “Did Kook put you up to this?” He suddenly cranes his head around violently, looking for the apparent perpetrator. “COME OUT YOU FUCKER, hah hah, very funny, this is what I get for telling that hot girl you had a vestigial tail, I get it.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jimin demands, brows creased. “I am so not kidding. I’ve been psyching myself up to do this for like two months.”

“You two got me good, you can stop now,” Taehyung smiles, wagging his finger at Jimin. “Damn dude, you’re amazing, you really look like you’re about to cry.”

“THIS IS LITERALLY MY WORsT CASE SCENARIO,” Jimin yells over Taehyung’s pleased giggles. “I AM VERY MUCH ABOUT TO CRY.”

“Seriously good acting, you should do porn or something,” Taehyung says, whipping out his phone, presumably to text Jungkook, who is still no where in sight. 

“You obtuse little f-” Jimin mutters, running his hands through his hair in frustration. His eyes narrow in thought, and he chews his lip. “Fair warning, if you do not say no, I am about to kiss you.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever dude, I appreciate the commitment to your character, but-”

He is abruptly silenced by the firm press of Jimin’s soft lips against his own. Taehyung’s phone goes clattering to the floor. His eyes wide open in shock and thus are able to confirm that yes, Park Jimin is currently kissing him. And wow yep, that’s quite nice, and, okay, maybe his lips parted just slightly to slot more easily against Jimin’s, and, sure, maybe his stomach just swooped like he was falling off a cliff.

After a moment, Jimin pulls back tentatively, all his steely resolve melted away and looking very insecure. 

“Oh.” Taehyung mutters dumbly.


“Oh… you. You’re…. You did that.”

“….Yeah,” Jimin confirms, searching Taehyung’s face for any sign of an answer and biting the hell out of his lip all the while. Taehyung can’t look away. 

“Can you do it again?”

New Chapter

Requested by anon: Hello could I have an imagine please, I don’t think my last one sent through. Could it be where y/n is best friends with Stiles, Scott, Lydia and Allison from the very beginning and y/n is sarcastic and funny like stiles, she loves him but he loves Lydia and then Isaac comes and sweeps y/n off of her feet and Stiles hates it? And Allison and Scott are watching the whole thing happen and them two are the only ones to figure it out?  Sorry that’s extremely long:( I just love your blog 

A/N: First of all: Don’t worry about your request being too long, I really love detailed requests! :) And I’m really glad you like the blog darling and I hope you’ll like the one-shot! Also: I connected this with a birthday party because it fitted so well.

Originally posted by armageddonvengeance

„Is this my birthday girl or her older sister?”, a very familiar voice that always shoots warm waves through your body  asks behind you. You turn around and try to look at Stiles reproachfully but you can’t keep yourself from grinning.

“Very funny, Stiles. You are just jealous because I’m more mature”, you claim.

“Obviously. Now come on, let me hug you”, he orders and you walk into his spread arms without hesitating.  As he embraces you tightly, your heart beats a little faster and once again you’re happy that he isn’t a werewolf. That he has no idea how you feel about him. And that Scott shuts up about it because he knows how bad that would hurt you. “Happy birthday, Y/N. We have the most awesome present for you but because I love to torture you, you’ll have to wait until tonight before you receive it.”

“Is it too big to carry it into school?”, you retort sharp-witted while anticipation rises inside of you.

“Maybe”, Stiles admits and your grin becomes a little wider.

You slip out of his embrace and turn back to your locker, stuffing your books into your bag. Having birthday doesn’t mean that school will be any less exhausting. Stiles does the same next to you and while he’s standing there in real life, you also have him copied on some photos in your locker door. Stiles is your best friend. You got along immediately as you arrived in Beacon Hills and every good memory is connected to him. You see yourselves smiling into the camera, dressed up at your school dance. You see your whole group of friends laughing hysterically, him having his arm wrapped around your shoulder. That’s your favourite one. But it’s also your biggest problem. While you have developed feelings for him that you can’t deny, he hasn’t because he loves someone else since third grade.

“Are you gonna go grab some food after school with Malia, Liam and me?”, you ask him nevertheless. Why even try not to be close to him? It’s hopeless anyway.

But you can see in Stiles’ reaction that it won’t happen and his apologetic face only makes your heart cramp. That’s how fast you go from happy to sad nowadays. “Sorry, but I can’t. I promised Lydia to help her decorate for the party.”

You can’t complain because it’s your party and it’s really nice and sweet that he helps her with making it perfect and you feel grateful for that. However, you also know that he only does that so voluntarily because he wants to spend time with Lydia. It’s a mess.

You gulp it down, display a fake smile and shrug. “No problem, we’ll see each other in a few hours anyway. More curly fries for me.”

Then you shut your locker, wink at him and quickly walk to your first class. As much as you love being around him: sometimes you just want to get away.

Your afternoon with Liam and Malia passes nice and uneventful except for Scott calling you, sounding weird and asking you if he could bring someone to your party you don’t know yet. You had been surprised but said yes because you’re absolutely sure that Scott wouldn’t bring someone you didn’t want to be there. There’s nobody in this world you trust more than him.

You leave your home for the party at 8 pm, wearing a nice dress and being giggly excited. You want to be happy tonight and enjoy this opportunity of just being with your friends and having fun. That doesn’t happen too often. So as you arrive at the already crammed lake house, you display your biggest smile and this time, it is honest.

Stiles is the one who greets you after you rang the bell, his reddened cheeks proving that he already had a taste of Lydia’s special punch. He pushes out a loud, enthusiastic yell and pulls you into the crowd to the rest of your closest friends. Your heart almost explodes with affection as you see all of them assembled there: Stiles, Lydia, Liam, Malia, Kira, Hayden, Mason, Scott and Allison. Those who haven’t congratulated you yet do so now, hugging you and kissing your cheek.

“I thought you wanted to bring someone?”, you ask Scott after he ruffled through your hair.

“Yeah, he’s just running late”, he explains apologetically but you only shrug because you don’t really care. Especially since Stiles finally gives you your present and it really is huge.

You rip the paper off, excited like a little kid, and a big picture frame is revealed under the layers. You lift it up carefully and stare at it, holding your breath. It’s amazing and beautiful and makes you speechless. They put every photo of your important and happier events together in that frame along with movie tickets, drawings and other stuff that describes your time in Beacon Hills. You can feel how your emotions are almost overwhelming you and gulp down the happy tears. You really don’t want to cry today.

“Thank you so much, guys! That’s the best present I ever got!”, you exclaim and share some big smiles with them until Lydia presses a glass of punch in your hands and you all drink. That’s when the party starts and it’s a good one, as usually when Lydia organizes it. You drink, you dance, you laugh with your friends. It’s simple and pretty much perfect until you go to the bar to get more ice for your coke and stop behind Allison and Scott who obviously don’t notice you.

“She’s good today, isn’t she? I think it’s getting better”, Allison mumbles and for some reason you intuitionally know that she’s talking about you. You freeze and can clearly hear Scott sigh.

“I don’t know. I hope you’re right but this morning her heart told me that she still loves him.”

Great. There it is again. The topic you wanted to avoid. You stare down at your glass while your joy slowly fades away. Maybe you should go outside to erase those thoughts, keep your cool and get some fresh air. Yeah, you should probably do that. You place the glass on the table, turn around and walk straight to the door, ignoring the dancing people around you. You pull the door open and want to step outside, but somebody is blocking your way. A freaking tall person, you realize as you almost crash into his chest.

“Ups. I’m sorry”, you blurt out, stepping back to look up at him.

“Oh, it’s okay. No problem. You’re Y/N, right? The birthday girl?”, he seems a little nervous and the fact that you can’t answer him at first doesn’t really help. All you can do for a moment is stare at him. At those blond locks, the dazzling blue eyes, the perfect jawline. Whoever that is: he’s one handsome guy.

“Er, yeah. Yes”, you finally answer, blushing already. “And…you must be the guy Scott talked about.”

“Yes, I’m Isaac. Happy Birthday, I guess.” You shake hands and he smiles down at you. It’s a great smile with a trace of sass in it. You step aside and let him in, closing the door behind him. You totally forgot what you originally wanted to do. All of a sudden, it’s just really hard to take your eyes off him.

Side by side you slowly walk through the room. You don’t know where you are going but it doesn’t matter to you anyway.

“Sooo…you are Melissa’s kinda adopted boy that ran off to France”, you state, recalling what they told you about Isaac Lahey. A grin flashes over his lips.

“Is that what they call me nowadays?”

“Actually, only I call you that. It’s easier to keep track of all the people here like that. Why did you come back?”

He shrugs. “You know, France is great when it comes to weather and all the romantic stuff, but it got kinda boring.”

“Well, it’s never boring in Beacon Hills”, you state dryly, although you wouldn’t mind having an Eiffel tower here to enjoy the nicer things of life now and then. Isaac observes you from the corner of his eyes and he seems a little impressed. You somehow like that a lot.

“I’m sorry that I’m crashing your party like that. And I didn’t even bring a present”, he apologizes. You turn around and smirk at him on the spur of the moment.

“I’ll forgive you if you drink something with me.” He’s more than ready to do that. And you are so distracted that you don’t even notice Stiles’ glares as you walk to the bar with him. Scott does, though.

In the next few days, you and Isaac grow closer. You really like him. You have to admit that you being impressed of him at first sight doesn’t wear off. It’s not that deep, complicated affection you feel for Stiles, it’s very different: more refreshing, simple, joyous and not less strong for that matter, just different. Sometimes you can feel Scott’s eyes on you when you interact with him and you momentarily wonder what he thinks about it but in the end, it’s not important. This is the first time you just listen to what yourself want.

Seven days after the party on another Friday, you walk to your locker and Stiles is waiting there for you, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his expression thoughtful.

“Hey, what’s up? Everything alright?”, you ask him, slightly worried. He gives up his stiff position and tries a smile.

“Yeah. I just wanted to ask you if you wanna grab some lunch before we are having movie night tonight?”, he retorts. His eyes wander to a spot over your shoulder for a second and you realize that Isaac is leaning against some lockers down the hall, waiting for you and giving you some space to talk to your best friend.

This time, it is you who has to be sorry. “I would love to, Stiles, but I promised Isaac to help him with his English homework and he wanted to help me with that essay for French. But we’ll meet at eight at yours, okay?”

You can see on the way his brown eyes turn a little darker that he doesn’t like the answer and it really astonishes you. He usually never reacts offended when you have to cancel.

“You are spending a lot of time together”, he states.

You raise your eyebrows. “Ehm, yes. Not more than you and Lydia, though”, you indicate.

“True but…you didn’t know him back then. He wasn’t exactly the greatest of guys if you ask me and…”

“Stiles, he has spend how many years in France now?”, you interrupt him indulgently, shooting him a weak smile. “People change. You don’t have to worry about me, I promise. I see you tonight.”

You press a kiss onto his cheek, turn around and walk towards Isaac. As both of you disappeared around the corner and are out of earshot, Scott steps behind Stiles and puts an arm on his best friends’ shoulder.

“Man, you have to stop that”, Scott says, not unkind.

Stiles only frowns and grabs his books a little tighter. “I don’t like it.”

“I know. But she’s happy. And she deserves to be happy! She will always be your best friend, Stiles, but you can’t have her all to yourself, you know that. That would be really egoistic and that’s not what you are.”

Stiles nods slowly. He already knew that this would happen one day. He just had no idea that it would be that hard.

Requests are open!

@dogblr: it’s really cold

And suddenly Asher is not down with the snow for the first time - particularly with his paws. The rest of him seems fine, but he’ll start walking funny to try to avoid making more contact with his paws.

For reference, it’s been around 7F/-13C.

When it was more around 15F, he still laid down in the snow, let me toss snow on him and didn’t shake off, didn’t really care about the cold, etc. Now that it’s even colder, he’s doing the paw thing. This morning he seemed bothered even after only running out to do his business real quick.

(What I find weird is that Gunner, while bodily cold, doesn’t seem bothered when it comes to his feet.)

Would Musher’s Secret beforehand help? His fur isn’t all that long in his feet, but could that be part of it?

Would boots be worth it or should we just submit to staying inside more when it gets this cold? I know a lot of dogs really don’t like boots so Firework is hesitant to go that route. I’d want to start with something cheap but worthwhile before dropping $100 on really nice ones from Ruffwear, you know.

Not sure who to tag besides @books-and-barns because everybody else either has much fluffier floofs or Gunner-length fur dogs.

I’m tired of su pallette discourse tbh like it started out with people just poking fun but now everyone’s come to associate neon lapis with the entirety of su critical as if it’s the only thing we’re complaining about so we seem like a bunch of whiny babies when no one is actually THAT upset over it at all, we mostly just think it’s funny
Also if such a large majority of people think something looks bad, is hard on the eyes and gives them headaches, and that’s not something intentional by whoever is in charge of coloring (I doubt they purposefully meant for these palettes to be ugly and jarring, they probably meant for it to be vivid and colorful), it’s safe to assume that it objectively looks bad, todd, regardless of whether you personally think it looks great or not

heisei riders as wolfpupy tweets
  • godai: please take this token of my appreciation, its a novelty coin with a picture of me doing a thumbs up on it. its basically worthless
  • shoichi: for as long as i can remember i have been able to remember things, maybe even before that
  • shinji: hey murderers and killers, knock it off. stop killing and murdering all the time, thats just my opinion though
  • takumi: please stop using the term 'lone wolf' when it is clearly a man
  • kenzaki: love is a battlefield. huh love is a emotion or feeling? then what the hell is a battlefield?? no no this doesnt make sense at all
  • hibiki: live, laugh, love, motor cycle
  • tendou: funny how only once the sun has left the sky the moon and stars come out, its almost as if they dont want to be around it
  • ryotaro: me: life is bullshit | me but with different hair this time: youre right about that | me: thank you so much
  • wataru: on the darkest nights if you go to the abandoned castle you can hear my haunting pipe organ version of Natalie Imbruglia's 'Torn'
  • tsukasa: at the end of the day who is truly to blame, me, or countless others
  • shotaro: if a gust of wind blows your hat away move on, live your life, several years later you may just see a stray dog wearing that very same hat
  • philip: instead of saying what you are all thinking i say what everyone would be thinking if they were as cerebrally intelligent as me
  • eiji: im sure im going to ruffle some feathers with this but given the choice between good times and bad times i would like to have the good times
  • gentaro: one of these days i will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa
  • haruto: if the magic spells i wrote dont work its because you dont believe in them enough. no refunds
  • kouta: its all fun and games until its not that anymore
  • shinnosuke: ugh this corpse is riddled with bullets, whos been shooting guns into this. this whole crime scene must be crawling with bullets
  • takeru: if anyone needs me i'll be dead in my grave
  • emu: these days if your video game doesnt have an energy drink themed DLC car you might as well ship it directly to a landfill, im not playing it
Kidnapped (Again)

~ Day 8 - Front Seat’s For People That Haven’t Been Kidnapped By Bloody Numpties ~

Lol I can’t write for shit sorryyyyyy please don’t throw me out I love Baz too much

Also sorry if the bold and italics thingamabobs come out funny - I’m on my phone and was only just told how the HTML thing works this morning (about the same time I started writing woops)


Kidnapped (Again)


“Crowley, Snow! I’m flammable, you know! Are you trying to burn down the entire forest and take me and the numpties with you?”

He shrugs his shoulders and his wings fade away. (Well, they’re still there of course, they’re just invisible now.) “It’s your fault for being kidnapped by them. Again. Was one time not enough for you?”

He teases me with that damned smirk on his face and I hate it. (I love it and I just want to lick it and kiss it until his lips swell and throb until they’re plump and delicious-)

“You’re staring. Didn’t it work?” I snap out of my daydream and look towards Snow, gesturing towards the space where his wings should be.

“No it’s fine, they’re fine. All gone.” He looks at me and that smirk is replaced with concern as he steps closer (and closer) to me. His face is so close to mine now, so close I can almost hear his heartbeat-

“You’ve gone pale. Did they give you any blood at all? They didn’t trap you in a coffin again, did they?” My eyes snap back to his. (So blue and I want to drown in them and drown him with kisses-)

He places a hand on my forehead and I can feel it throbbing, hear his energy and life pulsating through his hand, his wrist, his neck-

My reaction is instantaneous. “Don’t touch me!”

There’s a shocked silence before I turn away in a effort to block him out. Or, more accurately, block out my want, my need for Simon Snow. (I can’t. It’s always there.)

I can feel him hesitate before he replies. “It’s been three days Baz. You need blood. I’ll… I’ll be here.”

He’s always so kind and thoughtful and I hate him for it. (I love him because of it.)

“Whatever.” I walk off to find a place to summon a deer, leaving Snow behind.

I wait until he’s out of sight (but not out of mind) before I cast a spell. “Doe!” Low and behold, a deer strides through the trees moments later.

My magick’s definitely improved since graduation and I can now cast spells that used to only work when I was drunk off Simon’s magickal energy. This is especially useful in situations like these, when I’m blood-starved and lack the energy to hunt. (Even if Simon Snow was just standing there beside me, irresistibly stunning-)

I drink.

My mind wanders over to him. Simon Snow. (It always does when I’m like this. Hungry. He keeps me anchored. He keeps me sane.)

It would be an understatement to say that Snow has simply ‘improved’ his magickal skills since sprouting wings and a tail. He spent weeks upon weeks with Bunce, researching past events that could answer the question how what happened, happened. At first it was just Bunce’s curiosity and Snow was fairly at peace with the idea of being a Normal. Then she found out that there was a possibility that there was still magick inside him.

Needless to say, he took more of an interest then.

He can’t cast spells like other mages (not that he could really cast them before anyways), but he is able to make his wings and tail disappear. It took an awful lot of concentration at first (and several instances where only parts of his wings or tail vanished, which makes for a very awkward tube journey), but he’s almost mastered it now. Bunce is probably ecstatic about it as she doesn’t have to waste her precious time and skills on such a simple cloaking spell every few hours.

His flight has also progressed vastly and I enjoy (Snow will never know how much) watching him perform loops in the air and glide through the clouds, his stupid smile plastered on his giddy face.

And then there’s the fire.

It’s all Bunce’s fault. She came up with some grand theory that because the magick within Snow came from his mental image of a dragon, he should have the magickal capability of real dragons, such as flight. And breathing fire.

Two weeks later, he sets Fiona’s fucking kitchen on fire.

Thank Crowley she was out all week; I would never have been able to clear all the scorch marks in time. (Although, it was more like one giant scorch mark all over the kitchen walls, floor and ceiling as opposed to several scorch marks…)

Once I’ve sobered up, I drop the deer’s lifeless body onto the ground and crouch down, running a finger along its throat. Not a single drop of blood is left.


Was I so far gone that I couldn’t stop from drinking every damned drop? How could I lose control so easily? Crowley, only three days without blood and I’m completely unable to control the urge. It’s a fucking miracle I managed to walk away from Snow without draining him dry. If he had arrived only a day later- (No. Don’t even think about that.)

I walk through the trees and into the clearing where Snow is waiting for me, true to his word.

“Hey.” He says. I don’t need to see him to know he smiling.


It’s quiet for a few moments, when suddenly there’s curly hair, almost silvery in the moonlight, brushing against my face and strong arms are flung around my waist.

Just as I move to place my arms around him too, he steps back and throws a fist into my shoulder.

He punched me.

Simon Snow punched me.

Before I can protest, he starts yelling. “Don’t you ever let yourself get kidnapped by fucking numpties again! Do you know how fucking worried I was? Merlin, what if I hadn’t arrived in time? You could have starved. Starved. What the fuck did you do to make fucking numpties want to slowly starve you to death?”

I shrug, not wanting to appear weaker than I already feel. “Well, a few of their own were killed in my last escapade, if you’re looking for motive.”

His cheeks puff out and he looks like he’s about to yell at me again, but he slumps instead, resigned. I guess he hasn’t the energy to argue with me, which makes a change. “Yeah, Fiona mentioned that.”

I blink. “Who?”

“Fiona.” He frowns like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “You’re aunt? You know, the one that dresses in leather. She seems proper badass.”

My mouth hangs open. “When and why were you talking with my aunt?”

“Yesterday. And today. I figured since she found you when you went missing last time, she could help out, you know. ”

I reel at the fact that Simon Snow and my Aunt worked together to find me. (My aunt Fiona who doesn’t know I’m dating Simon Snow.) I almost miss it when he says “She’s waiting in the car now.”

I stare at him. “What?”

“The car? How else did we get here? That’s how the spell works isn’t it? She spelled the sat nav with ’I Once Was Lost But Now Am Found’ since we didn’t want to waste time using the traditional map method. Hence, she travelled by car. She drove, I flew.”

I have no words to say as I follow Simon through the forest. This whole situation is so surreal, that I’m actually surprised to see Fiona’s red MG parked haphazardly on the side of the road.



She stalks towards me from the car, her features livid. “Really? Twice? Twice? Do you think I have nothing better to do with my time except rescue you from bloody numpties? Jesus Baz.”

I roll my eyes and ignore her, reaching for the car door, silently hoping that she forgets about Snow and doesn’t ask any awkward questions.

“Oh no. Oh no you do not.” She slaps my hand away and points to the back seat. “Front seat is for people that haven’t been kidnapped by bloody numpties. Back seat. Now.”

I hold my head high, refusing to cower under Fiona in front of Simon. (I still go to the back seat though.)

“Simon!” Fiona exclaims. She’s smiling now, that grin she gets when she’s planning something mischievous. “Would you like the honour of sitting in the front seat? Considering you’ve never had the misfortune to be kidnapped by numpties?”

“He was kidnapped by goblins.” I mutter, opening the back door.

“And you were kidnapped by numpties. Who are stupid. Back. Now.”

Snow laughs and nods. “Sure.”

I don’t like where this could end up.

After we’ve all clambered into our seats, Fiona starts driving.

“So, Simon,” she starts off slowly. “What were your intentions two months ago when you and Baz stayed over at my house, alone, with no adults?”

Oh holy mother of Crowley and Merlin and shit fuck my fucking life.

“And am I going to have to relegate you to the back seat because you almost burned my kitchen to the ground?”

I see Simon’s ears turn red and he starts to stutter. I reach for my wand.

“Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch you even think about casting ’Shut up and drive’ and I will ruin your life.”

“And how would you do that?” I don’t move away from my wand.

“You remember Zacharias, right?”

I frown. “What’s your ex got to do with anything?”

From my position in the back, I can just about notice her lip curling upwards. “You saw him after I cast ’Your sex is on fire’. You tell me.”

(Crowley, Fiona. You scare the shit out of me sometimes.)

I scrap the wand.


Whether you’re plotting, messing around, or genuinely in love Basil, I’ll support you all the way.

I’ll be to you what Tasha couldn’t.

Yeah, this is easily the single funniest episode of the entire show. And it’s more than just funny– it was brilliant.

I think Peridot might just be the best written character on the show. Every little thing she does is rooted either in her past as a Homeworld drone, or big progress into her shift into Earthling lifestyle. It’s all so believable, and I adore everything that comes out of her mouth.

I rate episode 78, Log Date 7 15 2, a 10/10. As promised.

So yes, this is the only episode I am doing today. I expect I’ll have my Season 2 Reflection up sometime much later today. All combined, its text will probably be 5x what I normally put into any one episode, so I hope it makes up for this!

Come chill on the Discord! A link can be found in my About Me page.

some kuroken headcanons featuring transboy kenma

•kenma wearing dresses after he comes out and kuroo glaring at anyone that even looks at kenma funny
•kuroo driving kenma to the doctor when he starts transitioning
•kuroo giving kenma his old clothing cus he refuses to let kuroo buy him new stuff
•kenma going to kuroo’s house when people misgender him at school and just curling up in kuroo’s lap
•kuroo sending a text every night to make sure kenma takes off his binder
•kenma going to kuroo’s house first thing after he gets out of the hospital after getting top surgery
•kuroo denying that he’s crying after seeing kenma cus he’s never seen his best friend so happy before (but he’s totally crying)

ps: these can be romantic or platonic

Walking Dead! OneShot! ZeroyalViking[Part two]

“When do you think they’ll be back Chilled?” The fire crackled as Chilled stared at the fire with a blank expression. Chilled turned his head to Ze before letting out a sigh. 

”I don’t know, hopefully, they’ll be okay,” Chilled glanced over at Malcolm who was laying next to Ze, who was staring at Chilled with a worried look, and patted the empty spot beside him. 

“Come sit,” Ze said as a smile appeared on his face and Chilled soon scooted over to Ze as Chilled wrapped his arm around Ze. Ze glanced up at the stars before running his fingers through the husky’s fur. the only thing that could be heard now was the crackling of the fire and each other’s breaths. Chilled turned his head towards Ze before giving out a laugh. “Funny how we ended up in a situation like this, huh?” Chilled responded as Ze glanced up at Chilled before letting out a laugh. 

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Can anyone else picture how funny it would be for Shepard to explain the whole tooth fairy thing to Garrus?

Imagine the concept of loosing baby teeth comes up and Shepard had to explain to Garrus that humans’ teeth not only fall out and grow back but that human kids are taught to put the teeth under a pillow so a small human with insect wings can come take the teeth.

Williams: No way Shepard! Loosing teeth freaked you out when you were a kid?

Shepard: Yeah, I was always scared that I would swallow them or that they weren’t going to grow back.

Williams: You were a weird kid, weren’t you?

Garrus: Wait. Humans’ teeth fall out when they’re little and they just grow back?

Shepard: Well, yeah. You turians have teeth, yours don’t fall out when you’re little?

Garrus: Absolutely not. If a turian’s teeth fall out there’s a serious problem. So humans can just grow their teeth back?

Williams: It’s not quite like that. You get little teeth when you’re little, and bigger teeth when you grow up. It’s kind of a rite of passage in a way when your baby teeth fall out.

Garrus: That’s just creepy.

Shepard: It’s not so bad, plus the tooth fairy comes and gives you money for your baby teeth.

Garrus: Tooth fairy?

Shepard: Well, it’s actually just parents pretending, but the idea is that you put the tooth under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes and takes the tooth and leaves you money.

Garrus: What’s a fairy?

Shepard: Like a really tiny human with insect wings who lives in forests and does magic and lives in trees and stuff.

Garrus: So let me get this straight: you humans lie to your young and tell them a small human with wings takes their teeth and gives money for them? And humans say turains are strange.

Shepard: Well, it’s to keep kids from wanting to keep the teeth.

Garrus: You’re teaching children to sell body parts. I’m glad we can’t have kids together because I’m not on board with teeth falling out and then selling them.

I can’t get over the fact that

That every time Hide sees Kaneki after a long period of time he throws shade at Kaneki for his fashion taste.

I mean come on

Even seeing his Friend for the first time in 6 months who is going half insane infront of his eyes, he still has to poke fun about it

Hide literally can’t even take Kaneki’s birthday suit

Really the only time he complemented Kaneki on his outfit was when he was in his Anteiku uniform which someone else picked out

Honestly, that fact makes this very sentimental moment a little funny and ironic because he’s like bro you have worn some things, I have seen you make dumb fashion choices, so if you find it to be stylish it really isn’t. 

Maybe instead of being an investigative assistant or a detective Hide should of became the Fashion Police.