this is so dumb

eyes emoji judged based on platform

useful and iconic but (like all ios emojis) riddled with unnecessary gradients. 9/10

sneeky. cheeky. v cute. 7/10

simple, looks good on browsers, and successfully conveys the nosiness and curiosity the emoji is generally used for. 8/10

the only one on the list that contains eyebrows, and it works p well. hm? what was that? i didn’t hear you i was too engaged in this tea sweetie. slurrrp. 7/10

emotionless lime green orbs that belong in clip art of an owl and nowhere else. unusable in conversation and needs a scopophobia warning . 1/10 for effort

i feel threatened by this scooby doo looking pair of eggs i don’t like it 3/10

nobody’s pupils are this large without having induced large amounts of hallucinogenic drugs ????? 420/10

what is this. you fucking come into my house with fucking bishoujo eyes and expect me to take you seriously fuck you. objectively The Worst

so i was rewatching s 1 ep 5 (lol) idk if this has ever been brought up but i noticed when after the team defeats sendak pidge helps shiro and keith helps lance. (seen in the picture below)

 now, yeah thats a given but i started thinking about it more and this scene is just so out of wack that it honestly just adds another point for klance. now youre probably thinking “well i mean thats just a given and of course it adds points for klance.” but hear me out 

as a given, we know that keith and shiro have a very strong relationship and keith is really attached to shiro. keith always has shiros back and is his right hand man. so in a situation like this it should be a given that keith would be at shiros side in a heartbeat. but…. that isnt the case here which doesnt make one ounce of sense. yeah, even though pidge was at shiros side and wanted to help her fellow paladin, pidge knows how much shiro means to keith, so wouldnt she give them space and help her garrison bud instead? but she doesnt for some odd reason. 

though, the most oddest part of this whole scene though is how keith reacts. he doesnt seem to worry about shiro too much, which isnt a bad or good thing, its just weird that keith wouldnt even go to shiros side or at least check on him. keith couldve easily said to pidge “ill check on shiro, you make sure lance is okay.” but he didnt. he was totally fine going to lance even though he always seems irritated with lance. 

then this happens:

keith literally starts holding his hand. now look at these pictures of shiro and pidge and keith and lance from the same screencap:

with shiro and pidge it seems like a normal teammate helping out another one, but keith and lance on the other side…. its a little different. i know it shouldnt be a big deal but honestly its the little things that make a big difference. especially knowing that keith and lance always bicker with each other.

i think the importance of this scene is the turning point of keith and lances relationship. in the very beginning of vld, their relationship was a more shaky, but after this scene, this moment, everything changed. keith started getting jealous over lance, their weird flirting thing that they have really took off, we got to see them work more with each other, and actually being a really good team with a strong bond.

in conclusion: this scene is really goddamn gay (well it is but) this scene is so damn important and is what started everything. 

anonymous asked:

i need something on isak in a redbull hype 😂😂😂

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The bed was empty.

Even cracked an eye open, wincing against the bright light and picking his head for just a couple of centimeters to conclude that-

Yeah, the bed was in fact, empty. Even dropped his head back down and closed his eyes again. He hadn’t been sleeping well (what with a hot boyfriend and new apartment and various facets of his life being spilled in weird ways and all) and he’d take any few moments of peace he could grasp.

Of course- that’s when the crashing sounds started. 

Son of a bitch.

Even jolted. Because the bed was empty and things were crashing and that was not a good combination.

Even groaned, “Isak?” 

A few seconds of blessed silence and, “Yeah? Hi baby! Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to, but the pots and pans were stacked on top of each other- why do you do that when we have an empty cabinet- and I was going to make breakfast because if I look at the fucking notes anymore I might actually combust.”

That might just be the most Even has ever heard out of Isak in a single breath.

And he’s not done. “I’m also boiling some water for tea because apparently just putting warm tap water isn’t enough. I just watched like 7 tutorials on it, so I think I have it down now. Suck it Sana.” And then lower; a whisper to himself, “That was fucking rude, Isak. Sorry Sana.”

Even heaved himself out of bed and pads to the kitchen, where Isak was not only showered and dressed (showered and dressed before 7am what the fuck), but he had this obnoxious grin on his face and the kitchen is in shambles.

Honestly it looked like the last time Even had a manic episode when his mom walked in on him icing seventeen homemade gingerbread houses. At 3am.

“Hi,” Even said suspiciously, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “What’s going on? I thought we were going to get some sleep because you have your test this morning.”

“Ah,” Isak snorted, “Sleep is for the weak. I had like 3 red bulls instead.”

“You what?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Isak grabbed the carton of eggs from the refrigerator and started cracking, “I googled it- perfectly safe if I’m not an avid red bull drinker. Which I’m not.”

Isak stopped in the middle of cracking an egg, before throwing the whole thing, shell and all into the little bowl, “Actually, screw breakfast.”

He turned around and started for his sleep rumpled boyfriend. “There is something else we can be doing with all of this time.”

Even backed up, “Whoa whoa, Speed Racer. You have a test in a couple of hours and honestly, I’m worried that if we get you going you might have a heart attack.”

“A heart attack?” Isak let out a peel of laughter, but dutifully backed up and pulled out another two pans, “You’re being dramatic. But I can make pancakes instead. Sex or chocolate chip pancakes- either way I’m a winner.”

“Right,” Even dragged a hand through his hair, “Okay. This is what we are going to do. You,” he grabbed Isak’s shoulders and sat him down at the table, in front of his notebook, “are going to read all of your notes to me out loud. I am going to…” he eyed the destruction in the kitchen, “salvage something. And then I am going to throw out every single can of Red Bull I find.”

“Mmmhmm,” Isak mumbled, already engrossed in his notes and tapping his pencil against the table at a hundred miles per hour, “But I have to be honest, I think I’m reading colors now. This is a trip.”