these are bad soz


twenty one pilots’ music videos: 2012-2014 (Vessel) (insp.)

anonymous asked:

ok but pidge growing up to be like 6'3" and keith's huge galra mom genes kick in to give him a boost (even tho he was only like an inch shorter than lance) and lance is just standing there in horror as he becomes the shortest paladin.

save him


★ the half life trilogy + PANTONE palette + pastel 

↳ gabriel // van // nathan // rose


the greeks believed we were each half of a whole. peter, you are the half that makes me whole. this is happening! oh my god, this is happening! is this happening?! 

inloveamateursatbest  asked:

ok angst prompt: there's a small fire in the woolie kitchen and vic gets hurt, but nothing too bad, just a nasty but small burn or smt. someone phones to tell rob who's at the portacabin, and vic calls adam who's outside in the yard with aaron. adam gets the real story and tells aaron, but whoever tells rob accidentally makes it seem much worse. aaron walks in to see rob in full meltdown mode because sugdens and fire. will that do?

The Same Flames

It is never wise to underestimate a quiet day. This is a lesson that has to be taught. You cannot learn it in library books or have it passed down to you at your mother’s knee. It is only ever taught by disaster.

Aaron thought he’d learnt this lesson a long time ago. He never let himself get too comfortable. He always kept an eye on those he loved most knowing that this quiet Tuesday morning or Sunday afternoon could be the day they finally shatter. But when things start to feel okay it’s easy to take your eye off the ball. When things have been easy for a while it’s easy build yourself a home inside that security.

In short, he thought they were both finally okay.

He was in the scrapyard trying to pry the door off a battered Audi when Adam got the call. He barely looked up at the sound of his best friend’s voice. It was background noise, fading in with the sound of breeze rattling through precarious piles of scrap metal. He hadn’t even clocked that something had happened until Adam came over, pulling off his high-vis vest with a tight expression.

‘I have to go,’ he said, his voice quiet. That was always a warning sign. Adam was never the type to keep his voice down. When he was happy, the whole world had to know. Sometimes, being friends was him was like trying to stare into the sun without squinting.

‘Something up?’ Aaron asked, letting releasing the crow bar and standing up straight.

‘I just got a call from Vic. She’s down at the A&E in Hotten.’

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That voiceover by Hubby #2 gave me goosebumps, so quick reminders

- Michael never manipulated anyone into doing anything they didn’t want to do. What he manipulated was the outcome of what they did. 

- Michael never pretended to like anyone he abhorred, no matter what he needed from them. Not for one second did he pretend to have a pinch of respect for T-Bag or Bellick or Abbruzzi or Tweener. 

- Michael cared deeply – for people, not about winning. When he cried over Westmoreland dying, that wasn’t manipulation (in fact he almost put his own escape in jeopardy). When he tried to save that guard’s life, he wasn’t manipulating anyone (again, in fact, putting their escape in jeopardy). When he let Tweener into their escape plan, it wasn’t because it would benefit him (it actually harmed the escape), it was because he felt guilty. When he saved Sara’s life during the riot and almost got himself killed, it was because he cared for her.

- Michael struggled to or straight up refused to manipulate those he cared for deeply. He gave Westmoreland the cat with no strings attached except hope (Westmoreland ultimately decided to help because of his daughter). He could’ve taken the keys from Sara when he kissed her but he didn’t because he couldn’t. He couldn’t disguise a real kiss as manipulation.

- When Michael asked her to leave that door open, it was out of desperation. It wasn’t manipulation because he knew she liked him enough to do so – his real manipulation had already failed and this was all he had left.

What the show is trying to do is very clever – trying to make us believe that Michael is a genius sociopath, really – but let’s not forget that we know better. There is no one who feels more deeply; no one whose motivations and intentions are purer. He was not cold, he was not two-faced; he was not obsessed with winning

He may have changed in the meantime but back then, when Sarah knew him, he was nothing like the man Jacob was describing.

anonymous asked:

1 from the prompt list!

1.     We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.

You can’t ignore the butterflies you get when he gently puts a hand on your lower back when you walk through a door. You can’t stop the blush from rising to your cheeks when he tells you that you look really nice tonight. You can’t hide the smile that spreads across your lips when he shows up at your house in the middle of the night with a box of milk duds and a thermos of green tea, because he knows just what to get to successfully bribe you to wake up hang out with him.

“Y/n, come on, this jet lag is killing me I’m so bored!” He pleads after you answer the incessant knocking on your apartment door.

“It’s three in the fucking morning. Just pop a couple melatonin gummies and pass the fuck out.” You groan, rubbing your sleepy eyes.

“Those don’t work on me anymore. C’mon, babe, we haven’t had a Shawn + Y/n night in so long.” He pushes past you and sets his treats for you on the coffee table of the living room. Your body freezes at the word ‘babe’, but he seems unmoved, so you try your best to brush it off.

“Yeah, that’s because you’re a little busy being all rockstar around the world.” You tease back at him, but closing the door to signify that you’re giving in.

Shawn makes himself comfortable on the couch, and you walk past him and to the freezer where you grab his favorite gelato that you’ve been saving for him to get home from tour. You make your way back to the couch and sit on the side opposite to him, handing him his gelato and a spoon, and taking the box of milk duds from him that he has already cracked into.

“No way! Where’d you find this stuff? I thought Whole Foods stopped selling it?” He looks up at you with a dopey smile plastered on his face and that special sparkle in his eyes that you’ve missed so much.

“They did, I just knew you were coming home soon, so I ordered it so you could have it when you got back. No big deal.” You ramble out, trying to make it sound more nonchalant and friendly than an ‘I’m in love with you and know that this makes you happy, so I had got it specially delivered from Italy so that you could eat it and be happy and then smile, because I am head over heels for your smile, and I want to be the reason for it as often as I can.

“You’re honestly the best,” He responds, moving closer to you to pull you into a hug. It lasts a little longer than normal, and when you pull back, there’s something different about Shawn’s face.

As you’re trying to figure out what it is, you’re blindsided by the feeling of his lips being pressed against yours. You feel his hands cup your cheeks, and you want to submerse yourself in his touch, but you can’t. He’s your best friend. He can’t be kissing you right now.

“Shawn, stop,” You breathe out as you pull back from his kiss.

“I’m sorry, I know, but I just—Y/n, I—”

“Don’t.” You stop him. “You can’t—We can’t do this.”

Shawn looks at you with pleading eyes. “We could… if you wanted to.”

You bring your hands up to rub your face like you’re trying to rub some sense into your brain. “But it’s not that simple, Shawn. We’re just best friends, we always have been just—”

We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it.” He fires out, surprising you with his sudden almost anger. “We’ve never been just friends. It’s always been something more, but you just refuse to admit to yourself that you love me as much as I love you!” 

You’re completely silenced by his words—every thought, feeling, and emotion is coursing through your body. You’re fighting with yourself, because you know he’s right, but you still know why you’ve never done anything about your feelings for him.

“You’re a fucking superstar, Shawn! You’re always gone, always traveling from one country to the next—there’s no way we would work. Even if we tried! It would all go to hell, just like everything always does in my life, and then I would lose you, and I don’t know if I could take that.”

“You wouldn’t lose me, Y/n! You will never lose me. You’ve been with me through this for two years now, and look at us! We’re still together! Don’t give up on us before even giving it a chance!” He brushes some loose hair behind your ear, and lifts up your chin to look at him.

 “Everything isn’t going to change for us, Y/n. You’ve always been my girl, and you always will be. The only thing that is going to be different is now I can hold you like I want to…” He pulls your body against his so that you’re seated snug in his lap. You snuggle into his chest and his arms wrap tight around you.

“and kiss you like I want to…” He whispers as he leans in close to you, connecting your lips again , but this time with the gentlest touch. When he breaks the kiss, he looks down to you with the sparkle in his eyes that you love. “Changing isn’t a bad thing. It never was.”

soz for the cheesy lyric at the end, but like, idk i didn’t know how to end it so like whatever the fuck

Prey & Predator

Hey, here’s that Shark!Ohm & Seal!Bryce thing bc why not.

During his childhood, his parents would always tell him scary stories of the abandoned shipwreck and how people stay away from it as it belonged to a Great White named ‘Ohm’, a rare but deadly being that should never be trusted. Unfortunately, his over the top adventurous friends had forced him to go visit the area for the night as a way to express his own bravery.

“I hate this, I hate them, I hate this, I hate them…” Bryce repeated as he swam closer and deeper into the darkness, he had a few incidents of being stuck between the debris due to the silver seal tail but he managed to squeeze through. With every moment he was closer, the thoughts of being watched crept up in his mind. Finally, he reached his destination. A large hole in the ship, that was clearly torn through violently, seemed to be the entrance of the Great White’s home. Rusted chains were hung along the ship, a shitty decoration choice, Bryce thought. “God, I just hope he’s not close…”

“Oh I’m close alright~” A flirty voice responded, pulling Bryce towards their body. Alarms thundered in Bryce’s head, his eyes shot wide open as they noticed two arms wrapping around his waist and another tail interlocking with his. “Name’s Ohm, you’re very lucky that I’m that hungry for some delicious seal, just not the food way~” Ohm gave a teasing lick on his neck, before giving a small bite. His dirty innuendo and actions made Bryce’s cheeks burn bright with red and shiver. A little moan may or may not have escaped his lips too.