why aren't you already doing that

here have some AUs as if there aren't enough on your dash already
  • “i came to the gym to work out but holy god i can’t stop watching you do one armed push ups that’s so hot” au
  • “this is totally awkward considering before this the only interactions we’ve ever had have been casual nods to each other in the hallway but there’s a huge fucking spider in my bath tub and you seem like the friendly neighbor type please help me” au
  • "you’re the only delivery person who gets to my house in any semblance of the word fast which is why i keep requesting you but you don’t believe me and tease me constantly about it” au
  • “okay i get it you’re a great thief and don’t want to go to jail but i’m the exhausted af detective that’s assigned to catch you i stg if you let me bring you in so i can sleep i’ll get you a good deal” au
  • "okay i get that there are no seats left in this cafe but like i am trying to read here no you cannot have this chair my feet are using it thank you very much please get out of my face now” au
  • “my parents moved me halfway across the world when we were twelve and before that we were best friends but now i’m back and moving in across the hall from you so hi?” au
  • “i’ve been travelling a lot and somehow you’re in every single city i go to seriously what the fuck who even are you how are you doing this” au
  • “we’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now i think i might actually be in love with you” au
  • “ngl i thought you were the weak one of this friend group but your whole life just went to complete shit around you and somehow you’re still acting the same so if you want to be weak you can be around me” au
  • “my guitarist quit the night before the gig that could mean the big break for a band that i have put my soul into and supposedly you’re really good but i swear to god if you screw this up for me i will hunt you down and slit your throat” au
  • “it seems we’re the only two people in this class that actually know what the fuck is going on want to team up for this project and ruin everybody’s lives” au
  • “we started arguing about which hogwarts house this one character would be in and we completely lost track of time and now you’re demanding i take you out to dinner is this a date” au
  • “i’m the private investigator that was hired by your ex to track you down and you totally caught me sitting outside your apartment in a rental car so hi what up” au
  • “i came to check out this support group but things have kind of been majorly sucking lately and you were there and i didn’t even know anything was wrong but we’ve known each other for months what gives” au
  • “i’m the lawyer helping you get custody of your daughter and oops you’re all kinds of adorable with her and also i think she’s growing attached to me is this good or bad” au
  • “i meant to text the contact one above you in my phone’s contact list for a booty call but i didn’t realize i hit your name until i sent it so now i’m just sitting here feeling those little three dots hardcore judging me” au
  • “we started dating after months of sexual tension between us but then you moved across the country so now we’re trying to figure out how to make this brand new relationship work long distance” au
  • “so not to be rude or anything but i’ve been coming to this cemetery at this time on this day every week for fucking years and i’ve always been alone up until now seriously what the hell” au
  • “it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au
ffxiv classes be like (4.0 edition)
  • paladin: wait, i have job mechanics now?
  • warrior: six fell cleaves isn't enough give me MORE
  • dark knight: wait, you mean i'm not playing paladin?
  • dragoon: wait wasn't the entire goal of the last expansion to prevent people from doing what i just did
  • monk: oh my god...i'm *viable*
  • ninja: what the FUCK am i doing
  • samurai: you mean i'm NOT supposed to read each skill name out in an anime voice whenever i use them?
  • black mage: enochian? you mean that old thing?
  • summoner: aetherflow, aethertrail, dreadwyrm aether, IS THERE ANY OTHER AETHER I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT
  • red mage: Hmph. These imbeciles aren't worth my time.
  • machinist: wait people play machinist?
  • white mage: HOW YA LIKE ME NOW BITCHES
  • scholar: this is like 10 times more confusing than it already was
  • astrologian: we have two more cards but i still only get spire
  • Korra: *over text message* What are you doing?
  • Asami: *texts back* I’m going to shower.
  • [Asami's phone trills with a video call]
  • Asami: Do you miss me already?
  • Korra: Aren't you taking a shower?
  • Asami: So?
  • Korra: Why are you still wearing clothes?
  • Asami: ...
  • Asami: Is that why you video called me?! Not because you missed me?
  • Korra: I miss you all the time.
  • Asami: Pervert. I’ll take them off after I hang up. BYE. *hangs up, hand reaches for top button*
  • [doorbell rings]
  • Asami: *opens the door and gasps*
  • Korra: *steps in* Why did you lie? You’re still dressed.
  • Asami: You’re unbelievable!
the quality of mercy (1/1)

Summary: In which Killian confesses to David and Emma. Spoilers for 6x12.

Rated: T

Warnings: None

Words: ~4.3k

Notes: I had a lot of feelings about the end of 6x12.  Title from The Quality of Mercy by William Shakespeare.  Much love and gratitude to my instrumental wife @ripplestitchskein for reading this through for me.

Also on ff and ao3

The worst of it, Killian thinks, is that for a moment, he doesn’t recall the man’s face.

He was nothing but a liability, standing between his crew and enough riches to carry him from one day to the next, bleeding out a living until he could sink his hook into the crocodile’s neck. And he doesn’t recognize David’s father at first, because he’d been merely one in the stream, one of the nameless voices that whispers to him late at night, or early in the morning, growing louder and louder, until he’s forced out of bed – and out of the endearingly tight circle of Emma’s arms – to wander along the line where the town meets the sea.

Only now, this one has a name, and the longer and harder he peers down at the drawing, the more familiar he seems. Not only from a hazy memory, but from the set of his brow, the swell of his cheeks, features he sees in the man he now calls his friend, and in the woman he longs to call his wife. And here, in the midnight shadows of the home he shares with her, he holds tight to the incriminating pages, a wisp of the darkness still stirring in his heart suggesting he surrender them to the sea.

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My opinion of the moon signs
  • Aries: bro u get me. We both cry at least 28 times a day and lowkey hate having feelings. We can't stand showing people that we are actually big babies and we are too defensive but at LEAST WE GET EACH OTHER.
  • Taurus: ur always centered and calm and a lil bab but if you tell me I'm the only person you've told about something (that you've told everyone) one MORE TIME IM GOING TO SNAP.
  • Gemini: yes, I believe in aliens. No I don't think bigfoot has a vendetta against you. I don't get why you just told me your life story but your mother seems like a nice lady.
  • Cancer: you make me feel like a shitty person because I don't like feelings or being empathetic or putting effort towards other people. IT'S WHATEVER THO.
  • Leo: I see right thru you. I'm a Leo. I know why you are doing that. The Validations™. I know. It's me on the daily. You're doing good tho.
  • Virgo: IF YOU DO NOT CALM DOWN RIGHT NOW. They don't care that you said "you too" when they said "have a good meal". EVERY ONE DOES THAT. DONT WORRY ABOUT IT.
  • Libra: so hot. hot damg. Doesn't know how to pick movies or if they want a bottle or a can. Over compromising champion of the masses. Too nice to be mean to which is hard on me because I'm mean to those I love.
  • Scorpio: what you think you are- murder death fear me am evil. What u actually are- smol bean and afraid to be hurt again, does the same things that you did before that got u hurt in the first place though??
  • Sagittarius: NICE MAKING PLANS. #cancelled. ALWAYS. Also. Nice use of sarcasm to hide ur feels. JK IF YOU MAKE ONE MORE SARCASTIC REMARK ILL YELL. I'm already yelling tho...
  • Capricorn: emotional lil bab. Stop beating yourself up. Its okay to feel things and its okay to admit that you aren't having a good day. BUT IF YOU SASS ME ONE MORE TIME.
  • Aquarius: IF YOU DISTANCE URSELF ANYMORE YOULL BE ENTIRELY IN SPACE. I admire the fact that you can go a whole 24 hours (three years?!??) without crying. I can't achieve that but I have aspirations.
  • Pisces: S T R E S S. M E. O U T. if you do not like the choice. Why did you make it. You are the controller of ur own destiny. Ily but wyd.
  • Klaus: *over text message* What are you doing?
  • Caroline: *texts back* I’m going to shower.
  • *Caroline’s phone trills with a video call*
  • Caroline: Do you miss me already?
  • Klaus: Aren't you taking a shower?
  • Caroline: So?
  • Klaus: Why are you still wearing clothes?
  • Caroline: ...
  • Caroline: Is that why you video called me?! Not because you missed me?
  • Klaus: I miss you all the time.
  • Caroline: Pervert. I’ll take them off after I hang up. BYE. *hangs up, hand reaches for top button*
  • *doorbell rings*
  • Caroline: *opens the door and gasps*
  • Klaus: *steps in* Why did you lie? You’re still dressed.
  • Caroline: You’re unbelievable!

Daddy has made an emergency appointment at the doctors for tomorrow morning. Jess is suffering with a lot of stress and he’s ensuring Jess follows the doctors orders on it. The head GP really likes us and we always seem to end up seeing him so we’ll see him again tomorrow. I don’t know what he’ll say though? What can he do really? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oblivious Harry #1
  • Draco: (texting Harry) So, what're you upto?
  • Harry: Going through some case files. You?
  • Draco: Oh, I'm just lying in bed...
  • Harry: It's only 7:30, why are you already in bed?
  • Draco: I'm not sleeping. I'm just lying here...naked.
  • Harry: Aren't you cold?
  • Draco: ...
  • Draco: Yes, yes I am. Come warm me up?
  • Harry: Me? Why don't you just put some clothes on?
  • Draco: ...Okay, Potter. I'll do that. Thanks.
  • *chucks phone across the room*
  • *screams at ceiling*
  • *blows out candles*
  • *goes to bed*

Hey friends and pals,

Please check out @bluedawncast? It’s a really good podcast actually??

No spoilers, but:

  • If you want a good blend of TAZ-esque shenanigans and FatT storytelling, then this is it
  • Found family trope
  • Queer characters by Queer creators (also might i emphasize, characters. As in more than 1)
  • Successfully does the charming/roguish asshole trope, but w/ a female character (and she’s a bard, go-figure)
  • cowboy orcs
  • shitty teenage elf fighter. someone get this boy some fantasy cigarettes before he takes another bite of The Pain Crystal™
  • Tarzan, but if he’d been an elf and raised on cougars and Community (yes, the show)
  • Tiger cop
  • oh look at this wholesome and pure nonbinary cleric and what are they doing with that knife?? Oh NO That’s NOT how you heal!! A nanobot blood cult is not a substitute for actual healthcare
  • And slight/vague spoilers follow:

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  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *watching football*
  • Sherlock: *frowning* So, they just kick the ball?
  • Molly: *nods* Pretty much.
  • Sherlock: And your team is?
  • Molly: *through gritted teeth* The ones in red.
  • -a few minutes later-
  • Sherlock: *points* Why is he allowed to pick up the ball?
  • Molly: *annoyed* He's the goalkeeper!
  • Sherlock: And the one in black? What team is he on? Or does he choose?
  • Molly: *sighs* Why do you care?
  • Sherlock: I'm following advice.
  • Molly: *confused* Whose advice?
  • Sherlock: John's. He says I should show an interest in your hobbies if I wish to woo you.
  • Molly: *laughs* 'Woo me'? You've already 'wooed' me. I was 'wooed' when we first met, you clot.
  • -Molly's team scores-
  • Sherlcok: *enthusiastic* YES!
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: Why aren't you happy?
  • Molly: *smirks* It was an own goal.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *snuggles into him* But thank you for trying.

Someone: RWBY CG is getting better with each season–

Some goblin with a stick up their ass: Okay but let me tell you every reasons why the CG still sucks and it isn’t better and hasn’t change absolutely at all since V and how much I h–

anonymous asked:

Headcannons of the champions with a reckless s/o who is always trying to do dangerous things just for fun, like doing rodeo on a lynel, jumping in freezing water or climbing mountain without the proper gear (it's a miracle they aren't already dead)

Reckless s/o

-please don’t do this to her
-she has a miniture heart attack everytime she sees you go to do something dangerous or you come back hurt
-questions why you would even enjoy risking your life for these sort of things

-may or may not join you in some of your endeavers
-although she definately draws the line at something like a Lynel Rodeo and asks the guards to keep on eye on you when she can’t
-admires your courage but wishes you would stop sneaking off whenever she isn’t looking

-goes with you to make sure you don’t die and somehow ends up agreeing to actually join in with whatever you’re doing
-has joked about putting you on a leash so you can’t run off and do the dangerous things when he isn’t around

-probably thought you were joking about doing these things at first then got super worried when he saw you go through with something
-always tries to suggest something that will give you the same adrenaline rush but is significantly less dangerous
-he just wants you to be safe please stop scaring him so much

When they’ve got him in the interrogation room every officer seems to have the same question; was it worth it? With all that happened, with how it turned out, the years of drunken revelry, the constant media attention, the heists, the hubris, the way it ended in a bloodbath the likes of which Los Santos has never seen. This is your legacy Ramsey, was it worth it?

They ask like his answer means anything, ask like they even care what he thinks, ask like they don’t think he feels anything at all. They ask like it wasn’t his plans that brought him here. Like it wasn’t his plans the led to six body bags and a single pair of handcuffs, a room full of tactless officers and a kingpin with no one left to call crew. They ask like can’t help themselves from asking.

Was it worth it?

There’s never a serious discussion, no big heart to heart, but there’s no escaping the fact that the Fake’s all know they are dying in slow motion. More or less signed their own death certificate’s years ago, living on stolen time, and sooner or later they’ll find themselves in the ground.

They took Los Santos by storm and defended it with their lives. With each others lives. Have sacrificed themselves and the ones they love to a city that takes no prisoners. They fought hard for their crown, and kept on fighting every single day to succeed, to profit, to reaffirm themselves as the city’s biggest bads. They knew that they would only be unstoppable until they aren’t. Until the day they fall, and eventually they must fall.  

Even after all the years of action, all the blood, sweat and tears they’ve poured into this empire, everyone knows there is no such thing as retirement for the Fake AH Crew; for all they’ve already trained their own successors the frontrunners of the reigning crew in Los Santos will never be allowed to simply step down and move aside when their time is over. Between old enemies and constant rivals, members of law enforcement and anyone simply looking to boost their own reputation, there are countless numbers who would hunt them to the ends of the earth. Everyone knows, one way or another, the FAHC is going out bloody.

And by god, did they go out bloody.

The Fake’s die halfway through the afternoon on a Tuesday. What a fucking inconsequential day right? They were owed a Friday at the very least, were meant to go out past midnight, meant to go out in a blaze of glory. They were meant to go out all together. They weren’t meant to go out at all.  

The wheels fell off weeks before, a series of questionable jobs and public fights, a level of disorder totally out of line with the crew’s trademark cohesion. Rumour has it they were rife with in-fighting. Rumour has it after all this time the cracks were finally showing. Its easy, afterwards, to read into the events that came before, to manufacture clues, to swear the writing was on the wall for anyone to see. In reality no one saw it coming. In reality the whole damn city was taken by surprise.

Maybe they bit off more than they could chew, maybe they were distracted, out of sync, or maybe it was just the inevitable finally catching up with them but in the end the Fake’s wind up in a firefight they aren’t winning. After endless years of near misses and close calls, of lucky runs and brilliant timing, after thousands of impossible victories, the FAHC finally lost.

To lose like this, picked off one by one, powerless to save themselves, to save each other, must have been their worst nightmare. With every body on the ground those left only grew more furious, more reckless, lose whatever feeble grasp on self-preservation they ever had, throwing away any possibility of retreat in favour of retribution. It wasn’t enough.

In the end the only one left breathing on either side is Ramsey. The scene finally gone still, silent, the echoes of screams and gunfire fading away into a shivery stunned kind of shock. They say Ramsey’d fallen to his knees amongst the grime, iconic suit near indistinguishable under all the dirt and ash, the blood of men and women who thought they’d live forever. He kneels there in silence while sirens grow ever louder, makes no move to flee, doesn’t even look up from bodies as cars scream to a stop around him.

The messed up thing, the really fucked up part? They say Ramsey was laughing by the time the police got there. Say he stood and brushed himself off, surrounded by the bodies of those he claimed family, drenched sickly red while his empire lay in ruins, and laughed. And god doesn’t that confirm what everyone’s always thought, doesn’t that just prove he always was a monster. Never cared for anyone, for anything, not really. People used to say the one thing Geoff loved was his crew but it seems Ramsey’s cold-blooded ruthlessness won out in the end.

In the fallout of a travesty, of a victory, of an unexpected bloodbath, in a stark grey room faced with a distressingly apathetic villain, in circumstances none could have predicted, all the detectives seem capable of asking is if it was worth it in the end. They ask and ask and Ramsey’s answer never changes, his cold smirk never fades, so calm and unconcerned they catch him glancing at the clock, as though he’s bored. As though even now he’s got somewhere better to be. And still, full of horrified disbelief, they have to ask.

Was it worth it? Yes. Was it worth it? Always. Knowing what you know now, knowing how it ends, how they all go down for you, would you do it all again? Every damn time. Surely you have regrets, you had to know one day it would end like this.  

Oh baby, who says it’s over?

It comes together as a joke more than anything, the cumulation of too many late nights followed by too many bad movies. Their last job was tense, a heist with months of preparations and so much on the line, and while they’ve certainly celebrated their victory like royalty they didn’t come away unscathed. The injuries, numerous though mostly minor, serve to once again remind them all how lucky they’ve been so far. How most don’t make it nearly this many years without tragedy, couldn’t be in the game this long, let alone running the game this long without signing up for devastation. How losing a member, to outright death or crippling injury, is without a doubt only a matter of time at this point. How such a loss will be so much worse in this ridiculously close-knit crew than any they’d experienced before.

Sobering thoughts, combined with the difficulties of winding down after endless weeks of  stress eventually leads to the discussion they never have, the question of what else they could be doing with their lives, what choices brought them here, what they would do if they could just step out, sign off, retire. It’s not that they’re bored of this life they’ve built – how could they be when the world is their oyster – but there’s no denying the fact that after all this time terrorising Los Santos doesn’t quite thrill them like it used to.

If you’d asked any of them ten, five, hell even two years ago they’d have scoffed at the idea of ever retiring, would have sworn up and down that they wanted to go down in flames, to end with a bang, and at the time they meant it. At the time it was true. It still is, in a way, they’ll probably always see something dreadfully appealing in going out on top, but with every passing year it’s harder and harder to look at a room full of people they love and consider playing a role in their deaths. Every time they get hurt it takes a little longer to heal, the old aches and pains are becoming more prominent, and their ever growing patchwork of scars have started looking less badge of honour than they do morbid countdown. Obviously they’ve still got it, still in their prime enough to keep their crown, but between age and gratuitous injury, time is creeping up on them all.

The Fake’s used to joke about the end, said whoever lasted longest won, got to make off with the fortunes, live like a king, but that reality isn’t quite so funny anymore. The idea of surviving, of being left behind with nothing but cold hard cash and heyday memories is enough to make them physically ill. So maybe retiring doesn’t seem quite so unappealing anymore.

Maybe a passing comment way too late at night, after far too much mixing of alcohol and pain meds, in the spirit of some dumb con movie they’d all been heckling, was enough to plant an idea. A ridiculous, unrealistic, completely unattainable idea, but still an idea nonetheless. They’re all a bit hung up on it, still joking, still assuring one another that they aren’t serious, but still bringing it up all the same, running through all the possibilities.

It would take far more than simply disappearing; they have too much wealth and notoriety, have far too many enemies, the world is simply too easy a place to comb through these days. People, at least the vast majority of people, would have to be convinced not to come looking. Convinced there was nothing to look for, nothing to track, would have to think the absent members of the Fake AH Crew were in the one place no one could ever reach them.

There are ways, of course, to feign death. For those with the right contacts, with endless money and enough resources, there are ways to trick the body into something close enough to pass, at least for a time. But even then it’s not so simple; there must be witnesses, there must be evidence, crook and cop alike must be sure. Of course with a public death comes increased risk- it wouldn’t do to go so far in their act that appearances became reality, to go to such lengths to imitate death only to wind up that way regardless. Somehow, someone’s going to have to play guardian, prevent anyone’s corpse from catching a stray bullet to the brain, or jerking back to life too late with guts already laid out on an autopsy table. Someone has to be ready to whisk them all away, and who do any of them trust more than the man they’ve been following all these years. The boss they’d die for. The boss they will die for.

They don’t talk about it, because no one wants to admit it might be happening, no one wants to burst the bubble, to invite reality to rush in and crush the unbelievable thought that the Fake’s might get a happy ending, but at some point they stop laughing. At some point they each quietly start getting all their ducks in a row, using their free time to organise their affairs.

No one questions the way Geoff and Jack have started having day-long meetings with the support crew in-between jobs, the way Lindsay’s spending far more of her time recruiting than ever before, the way Gavin’s taking calls at all hours of the day, rarely in english, clearly haggling over something. They don’t wonder why all their money is getting moved around, why Ryan and Michael are busy collecting all outstanding debts while Jeremy and Ray are plotting the layout of the police station, the morgue.

It’s all happening on the down low, all behind business as usual, but eventually, after nearly a year of quiet organisation, they are just about ready to disappear. All that’s left is the bang, the flashy smoke and mirrors, the hook to stop anyone coming after them, anyone even thinking to track them down. One final step, one last decision to make, a choice they must commit to as one or not at all. All they’ve got left to do is die.

Over the years the Fake AH Crew has grown exponentially but the original elements have never drifted apart, never gone looking for something else or turned on one another. The crew has flourished, become a full blown empire, but nothing can touch the unity of the innermost members, as strong now as it have ever been. For all their loyal familiarity was mocked back in the day, for all their closeness was seen as a weakness, after all these years it seems only death itself will seperate them now. If they had the chance to evade their own mortality one last time, to get out, to be free, would they make the leap?

The Fake’s die halfway through the afternoon on a Tuesday. Pattillo, the Vagabond, Mogar and the Golden Boy, Little J and Brownman, but not the boss. Well not on paper anyway – any who knew them must know Ramsey’d never recover from the loss. Any who didn’t just know the LSPD took seven bodies away that day and none of them ever came back. It’s not a stretch to assume Ramsey’s survival was a rumour. To believe it wishful thinking, to say he died at the scene or died at the station, delayed injury or the cops cleaning up the last loose thread of the group who’d made their lives living hell for years.

There’s paperwork out there, somewhere, claiming a different story. A report that barely makes a lick of sense, the sworn record that a kingpin arrived in chains and left with corpses, slipped out of his cell like he was never there, without a hint as to how he got free. He disappeared like smoke, not a trace left behind, and none of the seven alive or dead ever resurfaced. The story is embarrassing, inexplicable, and it reflects badly enough on the LSPD that it is quickly buried.

Even if it hadn’t been there are few who would believe it. Few who could believe for even a moment that Ramsey could walk free and not be with the last of his crew, that he would let another run his empire, run his city, if he was in any way capable of preventing it. No, however it went down Ramsey did not survive. It’s fitting, really. No one can live forever and the OG Fake’s were certainty pushing their luck, had been pushing it for years; a crew that close should go out together.

The Fall of the Fake AH Crew isn’t much of a fall, in the end. The seemingly inevitable power vacuum one would expect following the death of the group who’d been running the city for endless years never comes. It shouldn’t be possible but even after the most devastating loss imaginable the the FAHC isn’t toppled from their throne. They restructure almost overnight; many of the oldest, original members of the support crew bow out, disappear on the wind without a trace, but there are more than enough left behind to fill their shoes. It’s almost perfect, almost unbelievable, some of support shuffling into the spotlight while still more unknown faces are revealed to boost their ranks. Their ability to keep their enemies at bay during the turmoil is impressive enough, but it’s the absence of internal conflicts that is truely boggling; there are no betrayals or executions, no public power plays or jealous feuds, somehow the city’s most scrutinised gang managed to completely restructure after the loss of not just their leader but all their key members without a single hitch. Almost like they were ready, like it was planned.

If the Fake’s had the chance to stay together, to start over somewhere else, stop waiting for the day one of them inevitably doesn’t make it home, but in return they had to step away from the action, give up everything they’d built, hand if off to legacy and fade out into legend, would it be worth it?

Apparently, yes. For all of them, from the moment the possibility arises, throughout every conversation, every debate and consideration, with everything they will lose, with everything they stand to gain, every goddamn time without fail, yes.

Somewhere out there, worlds away from Los Santos, a man sits on a private beach. He isn’t armed with anything more than a beer, there are no weapons, he simply sits upon the sand enjoying the breeze. There’s a woman to his right, sunbathing, a man to his left doing the same; golden tans make their startling number of scars stand out in stark relief but the heat of the sun does wonders for stubborn pains. At the shoreline old friends are knocking shoulders, bumping each other nearer and nearer to the water, not quite rough-housing like little boys but they’re getting close, voices rising on the wind.

The single house behind them is huge and noisy, full of music and chatter, full of monsters and overgrown children, the most loyal humans the man has ever had the honour of knowing. In a brief moment of silence sound from the television drifts down to the beach, an American news anchor reporting the latest infraction of some criminal organisation in a far away city; the house cheers and kicks back into a merry roar. Down by the water there is a betrayal, a splash and screeching protest as one winds up in the waves against his will. Safe on the sand, without a trouble in the world, the man laughs.

anonymous asked:

Ok, su critical posts I have seen so far related to episode: "why is Rose huge and Steven is so tiny?? Wrong inconsistent heights! Lazy animation!" Like, I get it, heights aren't consistent, it's true, but.. steven is shorter than ruby and rose is 8ft tall, and from all this amazing pretty animation... they only noticed this... i can't do this anymore

no offense but I sincerely don’t care anymore and you shouldn’t too.

They already disproportionately invested THIS much into a “su critical blog” ( g od I get secondhand embarrassment saying that now) and everyone is expecting them to provide some level of discourse even it’s clearly petty and no matter how good the ep actually was bc at the end of the day they love feeling superiority over people who enjoy things normally. that’s just what they are now. you think people who unironically and proudly call themselves “su critical” on a weekly/daily basis are gonna slip up and say “actually I really loved this ep”? let their discourse-hungry fandom down???? no. they gotta point out some ~bad screenshots~ at least. it’s their image, dude. whether they’re self-aware of their nitpicking or not is something else.

 just don’t worry about it, don’t go into the main tags and please enjoy the show

Classpect Glass Half Empty/Half Full
  • Life: the glass is half full (optimism)
  • Doom: the glass is half empty (pessimism)
  • Light: let me get out my ruler (knowledge)
  • Void: technically the glass is more full of nothing than actual matter because atoms are mostly empty space (irrelevance)
  • Rage: the glass has water in it (single-mindedness)
  • Hope: the glass is entirely full, half air and half water (open-mindedness)
  • Space: go top off the glass and it'll be totally full (creation)
  • Time: the glass is gonna be totally empty if you just let it sit there and evaporate (destruction)
  • Mind: are you actually ever going to finish drinking your water? (choice)
  • Heart: already drank the water because HELLO I was thirsty that's why I got a glass in the first place (desire)
  • Breath: the glass will be totally full if I pour the water into a smaller glass (change)
  • Blood: the glass doesn't matter at all, the amount of water is the same regardless (unchangingness)
  • Robert: You're missing her already, aren't you?
  • Aaron: Who, my mum?
  • Robert: Liv. It's okay, you can admit it.
  • Aaron: And what if I am? As if I've not got enough aggro in my life, eh?
  • Robert: I told you a holiday would do the trick.
  • Aaron: Yeah, just a shame it ended though, innit?
  • Robert: Hey, as of now, things can only get better. (sees Rebecca driving past) Hey, I'm starving. Why don't you take care of this lot and I'll go get us something in?
  • Aaron: Yeah, all right. See you in a bit.

anonymous asked:

Hi could you write how BTS would react if their girlfriend asked them to change her into her pajamas because she was so tired?Ty!( ^ω^ )💓🌸⭐️✨ (also sorry if requests aren't open)

Aw that’s cute! Thank you for requesting!!

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anonymous asked:

Aren't they "out" as a couple? Jared said so. Why then the need to still play games? Why not a picture together? What's the big deal? Celeb couples take pictures together all the time. I don't understand it, do you?

No, I don’t understand it.  In the world I live in, if you’re together you take a picture together, unless of course you have something to hide like you’re already married or it’s your first cousin or something.  However, I don’t think the players in this scenario live in the same world as you and I do.  I mean can you really picture one or both of them saying “come on 30%” when taking off the sticker on the Kohls sale flyer or reading the Costco coupon book and being excited because the Dyson vacuum cleaner you really want finally has a rebate. I can’t.  For me, this has become a source of entertainment.  I mean, good grief! How many one eyed pictures can a person take?  It boggles my mind and kind of creeps me out at the same time.  But, it keeps me tuned in and may be that is the goal after all…..

#stopwiththeoneeyedpictures  #Illuminatinotconfirmed

anonymous asked:

when you say you want them to be a household name in korea, is there a reason why you think they aren't already?

from the things I read about, watched and talked about with friends in Korea, Bangtan is still only greatly popular/known with people who listens or follows kpop closely. In the general public, not so much yet. 

This doesn’t mean bangtan isn’t popular or anything. But you get recognized more if you do a lot of varieties and bangtan hasn’t established themselves more in this aspect. But I hope they get a chance to if they want ^_^