the worst little shit

It’s John Constantine’s nicotine lollipop.

Someone had the amazing idea of sticking John Constantine (out of all the people in their goddamn universe) to kid’s show Justice League: Action and giving him a goddamn lollipop :D

So I mean of course I had to draw THAT. Way too funny to pass :D

I’m just imagining 10th grade Connor being, as most 10th grade boys are, the worst little shit imaginable. Like this insufferable little 10th grade twerp with shaggy hair, an oversized hoodie, and a bad attitude. And I hate this kid.
But when I start to think of him more complexly.
Because his mom makes such a big deal about his “first day of senior year”, and assuming he hadn’t previously been held back, we can assume that Connor is at least smart enough to pass his courses and be on the track to graduation.
And yes, one could argue that maybe Connor is just naturally very smart. But I’d like to propose a Connor who actually cared about school, despite what people around him and his concerning attendance record said. A Connor who was struggling with both his mental illness(es?) and school work, but held out a bit of hope for what graduation might bring. So he works with what he can and gets decent grades.
10th grade Connor with his undiagnosed mental illness(es?), actually doing homework in detention he got from skipping class because of his mental illness(es).
Also, 10th grade Connor scaring away certain boys in his grade from talking to his sister because he knows them, but 9th grade Zoe is pissed bc all she sees is her brother just ruining her chances of getting a date to homecoming.
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Things I will never forgive Boy Scouts for:

1. Stealing my waterproof camera during marine biology camp in high school

2. Scratching their troop number into one of the NEW windows of our shark habitat (I am so full of RAGE over this 😡😡😡)

3. Getting to do cool things like camping when I got stuck with wearing a lame vest and selling overpriced cookies

A Traumatized James - Young!Sirius Black

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basically James having the worst week ever

Monday was the day that Sirius was a needy boyfriend
‘Come cuddle me,’ you heard Sirius say from the couch. ‘Almost done,’ you said while you tried to concentrate on your Potions essay. You were sitting on the ground with your back against the couch, trying to finish some homework but with a boyfriend like Sirius it’s simply impossible. ‘You have been studying for the past thirty minutes‘ ‘Stop whining,’ you said. ‘You’re my girlfriend, it’s your job to make me feel loved,’ he said seriously. ‘You’re so needy,’ you said sighing. You closed your books and got up to give in to the needs of your boyfriend, not that someone would hear you complaining.
Sirius was laying on his back with his head on the cushions. You straddled his hips and grinned down at him. ‘I knew it. You can’t resist me,’ he said with a smug look. ‘Don’t become too cheeky, Black,’ you said and dipped your head down to peck his lips. He on the other hand, had other ideas. He grabbed your neck with one hand and kept you in place while he kissed you passionately. ‘Oh my Merlin!’ cried someone suddenly. ‘Poooorn!’ ‘James, you little shit,’ groaned Sirius.

Tuesday was the day that James might have gotten an eye infection.
‘It won’t take too long, please,’ you begged Sirius. All you needed was one book on a subject for Divination. He sighed loudly. ‘Okay, but make it fast,’ he said, clearly not happy with the fact that you dragged him all the way up to the fourth floor. He followed you and took a seat in a chair.
Soon, you followed his example and placed the book in front of you on the table just to take quick look in it. While you flipped through the pages, you felt a hand on your knee slowly creeping it’s way up your thigh. You glanced at Sirius, who wasn’t looking at you but still had a smirk on his face. You tried to ignore it, but simply couldn’t. ‘Sirius,’ you warned him. He didn’t removed his hand, instead he began to rub slow circles on your inner thigh. You turned your head to him to tell him to stop. But you found him smilling at something in front of him. ‘Never thought that I would be seeing you here, Pads,’  Remus said with James and Peter following him close behind. The boys sat down in front of you two and the four of them started a conversation. You took this opportunity to continue reading in your book.
James shoved his chair back and said, ‘Let’s get out of here. I think I’m going to be sick,’ ‘Are you guys coming with us?’ Remus asked. James, who wanted to get up, suddenly made an unhuman noise when he saw where Sirius’ hand was. ‘My eyes! It’s burning!’ he cried. ‘Save me Remus, save me!’ Only to be sent out of the library by Madam Prince

Thursday was the day that James forgot his broom, unfortunately.
You and Lily were walking to the Quidditch Pitch. Gryffindor was playing against Hufflepuff. Sirius wanted you to wear his scarf, as a lucky charm.
As the two of you waited for the game to start, Remus and Peter appeared by your side. ‘Hello girls,’ said Remus. You gave him a smile and made place for them to sit.
After an hour the snitch was caught and Gryffindor won. The four of you made their way down the stand to congratulate the team. ‘James, you were amazing!’ you said and gave him a big hug, since he was the first person you saw. ‘Thanks Y/N!’ he said and turned to Lily afterwards. ‘Sirius!’ you exclaimed. He pulled you into a hug. ‘Was I as good as James?’ he pouted. ‘Even better,’ you said and pecked his lips.
You walked with the boys to the dressingrooms and waited till everyone was gone. Sirius grabbed you by the hips, pulled you into his chest and kissed you hard. ‘You’re all sweaty,’ you said. ‘Mmm.. I don’t care,’ He lifted you up by your butt and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he started to walk to the showers. A door opening was heard and James appeared in the door way. ‘Oh for fuck’s sake!’ he yelled, he grabbed his broom and disappeared again.

Saturday was the day that James had enough.
‘We need your help for something,’ said Sirius. I nodded as a sign that I was listening. ‘You need to distract Filch,’ Obviously. You rolled your eyes but agreed. ‘I’ll make sure nothing happens to you though,’ he said and pulled you even closer to his chest. ‘No it’s okay. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself,’ you said teasingly. ‘Well okay then. I will remember that for the next time you beg me for release,’ he said with a smirk. ‘Never mind,’ you muttered. He laughed and you could feel his chest vibrate. A sigh escaped your lips. You felt very content here, in Sirius’ arms. The door of the dorms opened and James came in view.  ‘Am I cursed or something?!’ ‘I would rather say blessed, but okay,’ said Sirius nonchalantly. ‘I’m done. I’m fucking done,’ he muttered. Suddenly, James walked over to Sirius’ bed, lifted the duvet and spooned Y/N from the back. ‘Yes, yes, I can tell why you think this is nice Sirius,’

I’m amazed that people on Tumblr can simultaneously be the most open minded people yet the most close minded people I’ve ever met.

Repeat it after me, folks:

WHAT YOU SHIP DOESN’T REFLECT HOW YOU FEEL IN REAL LIFE.

I ship a cousin incest ship! Doesn’t mean I want to bone my cousin! I ship something with a slightly uncomfortable wage gap! Doesn’t mean I want to bone a 13 year old!

Jesus FUCKING Christ, they are fictional fucking characters for God’s sake. Let people have fun as long as they aren’t hurting anyone.

The worst thing is when some little shit goes “All men are actually rapists and incapable of feeling love uwu~” and you’re like “No, you’re a hateful little piece of shit.” So some goblin reads that and thinks you’re an “anti-SJW” like them and starts following you and sending you shit like “Ugh man trans people should be gassed.” and its like “No, you’re ALSO a hateful little piece of shit.”

There are two varieties of shit on this site and everyone thinks if you don’t want to eat one, you must be a huge fan of the other.

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favourite minor character | requested by yoyomarules
battlestar galactica: colonel saul tigh (aka deputy downer)

YOU GUYS YOU GUYS YOU GUYS GUESS WHAT

:D :D :D

In the countryswap AU where Jack is a Southern boy who now plays CFL football with the Alouettes, and Bitty has been a fixture of the ice rinks of Montreal since before he could walk

Jack probably cannot skate.  He’s probably never been on an ice rink in his entire life before this.

Which means he has to learn AS AN ADULT. While 6′1.  When gravity is a thing. While the little Quebecois shit he has the world’s worst crush on skates circles around him, laughing.

  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *lounging on the sofa watching TV in her pyjamas*
  • *knocking*
  • Molly: *lazily* Yup?
  • Sherlock: *outside* Molly.
  • Molly: *sits upright* Shit... *hurries around scattering tissues on the floor; puts on a mock sick voice* Just a minute *forced coughing*
  • Molly: *wraps a blanket around herselfand goes to open the door; smiling weakly* Hi, Sherlock... *coughing* I'm sorry I couldn't come in today but...I'm really sick.
  • Sherlock: *looking at her from head to toe*
  • Sherlock: *pushes into her flat* Then I should take care of you.
  • Molly: That won't be-
  • Sherlock: *disappointed* Oh. You're avoiding me. You're displeased with yesterday's...occurance.
  • Molly: *frantically shaking her head* No, I'm really sick *coughs*
  • Sherlock: I thought you wanted me to kiss you.
  • Molly: *forgets the 'sick voice'* What? I kissed you!
  • Sherlock: *smiles in satisfaction*
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes; shrugs off her blanket* Alright, fine...I-I'm sorry I kissed you *folds her arms*
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* Yes, you said that before you ran out. But...if anyone should be sorry about that kiss, it's me *pauses* If I am.
  • Molly: *smiles*
  • Sherlock: *looking at the ground* I don't how, erm, 'sorry' I am. How sincerely I mean it. The apology.
  • Molly: *shuffling on the spot; also looking at the ground* Oh. I, um, I'm not that sorry...myself.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Ah. Neither of us are sorry, then.
  • Molly: *shakes her head* No.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Oh, sod it *grabs her face and kisses her*
  • Molly: *smiles against his lips* Ouch.
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* I'm not apologising *kisses her again*

Episode 82 LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED~~~

Jou’s new friend Namu “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Malik” Fakename (fa-keh-na-meh) is particularly enthusiastic to get started!

“I’ll give it ALL my enthusiasm and you can give it ALL your blood, pain, and life energy, eh, Jounouchi?”

#goodtimes

Kaiba has laid out a buffet that may or may not include cheeses of nebulously European origin

“That’s why they call them the finals!”

And all but one of the finalists have arrived. Ishizu is still in her room because she’s seen this episode before.

*polite yawn*

While they’re waiting for Ishizu to not show up, the duelists engage in some friendly chit-chat, and Jounouchi mentally rearranges his list of “worst matchups for me”

#whoisRyouBakura

SERIOUSLY. Is this Yami Bakura being a little shit, doing a Ryou impression? Or is it Ryou being a little shit? I must know from whom the shittery is originating!

Kaiba, again, gets fed up waiting for Ishizu and has the TO press on without her.

Time to announce the randomly-chosen first pair! How do we choose?

OF COURSE IT’S WITH A BLUE EYES ULTIMATE DRAGON BINGO MACHINE that Kaiba either MADE or HAD MADE #heisnotthecoolone #sorrynotsorry

First up, by the laws of narrative, has to be Yami, so we see all the cool blimp stuff happening first in a protagonist duel. Also first, by Murphy’s law, Little Mr Should-Be-Resting.

Yami. Is. SO. Suspicious. 

Now it’s time to reveal Seto Kaiba’s awesome Kilometre High Duel Arena!

um

wtf dude

WHY.

this is a CARD GAME.

:/

Well anyway, Yami and I Can’t Believe It’s Not Ryou are too busy having hate-sex eye-sex to complain about the TERRIBLE CHOICE OF DUEL ARENA and Yami’s not wasting any time pretending like he actually believes it’s metaphorical butter

and Bakura’s not wasting any time getting started on his usual plan of “Eh Fuck It There’s No Plan”

Yami: um, not really.

He doesn’t even TRY to lie, the MOMENT Yami says “[sigh] is that you, Yami Bakura?” he’s like “SURPR– oh you’re not surprised”.

and THEN

Yami: ò_ó

YOU should– YOU SHOULD KNOW– omg are you?? See. Look. I feel like, here, Yami Bakura’s playing all “hehe I’ll keep him guessing”. But. But. This is from This Guy.

so actually I don’t believe you have a plan

AND NEITHER DOES YOUR BOYFRIEND

although it sure LOOKS like Bakura has a plan because him and Marik keep very unsubtly smirking and glaring at one another…

Like four minutes later:

#nailedit

Bakura’s so very cavalier about his LP that even Yami, aka Mr This Might Be A Trap Better Trigger It To Find Out, is pretty hesitant about mowing down the third unprotected monster Bakura leaves out, because he’s pretty sure it’s a trap, but, y’know, he decides to trigger it to find out

*polite yawn* 

He uses his destroyed monsters to summon this thing, which I am calling Why The Doll Tho

the doll chatters, it’s truly horrifying

But Yami’s ready for this bullshit and summons All Time Fave, my girl DMG! Whom Bakura immediately disses

Yami: Ò_Ó

Bakura hadn’t attacked because Yami had a face down card he assumed was a trap, but it was actually Mana’s spellbook, boosting her power enough to destroy Why The Doll Tho!

it’s leg-stretchingly exciting for DMG!

UGH. WORST. WHY THE DOLL THO???

Turns out Bakura is smirking (awkwardly) because once Why The Doll Tho is destroyed, he can summon fucking hell itself I guess because who the fuck even designed this card game anyway #fightmePegasus

But the important thing is, everyone keeps their shit together in front of their 13-year-old sister. ^-^

[Lie] I’m fine

Okay.

illustration © attack on titan: lost girls by seko hiroshi

a very merry late christmas to attackthekilljoy! ta-dah, i’m your secret santa. i wasn’t sure what you wanted, so i hope this graphic isn’t too disappointing. i hope you had a great holiday!