would quite like this please

shoutout to ppl who do think of violence & vile things because of their mental illness, but arent disgusted by it

shoutout to ppl who dont have a knee-jerk emotional reaction to ensure they wont push their friend off that ledge, or kill their cat with that brick, or swerve their car into that family. who have to dig up reasons & consequences manually because their brain wont give them the chemicals to be an intrinsically good person

shoutout to ppl who have to manage their intrusive thoughts with laws & rules & restrictions at every turn. to whom “right and wrong” is only ever an external guideline, never an internal compass, never something they can blindly trust. who show compassion out of self-preservation & so are told all their good acts are lies, even if theyve done more for the world than the ones calling them monsters

shoutout to ppl who act like good ppl despite everything telling them not to

quiet

When the car turns off and Dean startles awake, they’re just outside Omaha. It’s warm, in the cocoon of the cabin, but as soon as Dad pops the driver door a gust of icy air blows in and he’s shivering, just like that. The door slams again, though, and he’s left there in the dark, watching in the motel’s blinking neon while Dad crunches across the parking lot to the brightly lit office, the shape of him all big and shadowing in the darker night. He ducks his face down into the collar of the leather coat he’s got pulled around himself like a blanket, breathes in that familiar smell. He hasn’t forgotten that he’s annoyed–he probably got some damn hearing loss from that stupid argument–but right at this moment it doesn’t seem–well, maybe it’s not quite as important, for now.

His eyes are slitted and he’s breathing slow when Dad comes back with the room key. The car rumbles to life again, and pulls slow and easy around the back of the long low buildings, further away from the light. Dean watches the way Dad handles the wheel, the comfortable way his hands move, flashing in and out of view in the dim light coming in the window. It’s near pitch-dark when Dad kills the engine again, when the headlights go down, and Dean can’t see much more than a gleam of teeth when Dad jostles his shoulder and says, “Okay, up and at ‘em.”

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The bag I made for the previously mentioned Jonasa Jaus tarot. 

I wanted something different than I normally make, just because the size of this one made it seem like a bag like that would be awkward. So, this happened. I’m quite pleased with how it turned out.

Crash // Maynard Brothers

Word Count: 1842

Summary- You get into a car crash, and suddenly your twin starts acting weird.

Warnings; car crash, mention of a coma, & swears? (don’t actually remember, this was written in like a 3 day span and I can’t be bothered to check.)

A/n; I thought I’d try a different writing style, tell me what you think?? Also I’m lowkey really happy with this one, but at the same time, I’m not. Idk. Let me know your thoughts.

Requested; Yes.

req; Is it ok if you do an imagine with jack? It takes place post car accident (with both reader and jack in the car, without jack, either is fine. You can even write the accident if you wanted idc) and he is TERRIFIED of you getting anywhere near a car? It’s ok if you can’t, I know it’s a lot XD

*ITALIC WRITING- FLASHBACK

*NORMAL- PRESENT

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“Can you pick up some Nando’s on the way home?” Jack asked, his voice playing through the car’s speakers. “Sure thing Jack.” You said, your eyes not moving off the road. You were thankful cars had Bluetooth, especially for calls. It made everything so easy. “Anything in particular you wan-” You began to say, but were cut off by a huge smashing sound, glass flying and the world spinning rapidly, before you hit your head and everything went black.

You shot up out of your bed, drenched in sweat. You had tears rolling down your cheeks, and you were panting heavily. You mentally cursed yourself for still shaking at the thought of that day. It still haunted you like a fresh wound; as if it were only yesterday. Even if for half of that period you weren’t awake, it was still hard to believe. You expected it to scar you, but you didn’t think it would be quite like this.

Beep. Beep. Beep. “Please, Y/N, please..” You faintly heard, the sound familiar, but indistinguishable. “I need you, please..” You groaned, the bright light nearly blinding you as you peeled open your eyes. The room you found yourself in was unfamiliar, ugly light yellow walls surrounding you and very bright long lights stretched across the ceiling. You weren’t sure where you were, but you knew it wasn’t your room.

The crash. Thankfully, no one got hurt. No one else, anyway. The truck that hit you spun out of control and smashed into the side of your car. You were in a coma for a month. Or so you were told. You struggled to wrap your head around the situation. A whole month. A whole month you were in complete darkness. It felt like mere hours, the distant beeps you now know was the heart monitor, a noise in the background of the dark abyss you found yourself in.

You rubbed your eyes. When you raised it, your arm felt slightly restricted, and you looked down, you realized there were IVs in your arm and hand. “What the..” You whispered, throat sore. “Where am I?” You rasped, as if you hadn’t spoken in weeks. “Y/N?” You looked up at the sound of a voice, your blue eyes meeting the concerned, yet relieved ones of your twin. “Jack?” You whispered, unable to speak fully with your dry, sore throat. Jack looked stunned, but shook his head, jumping up suddenly, running to the door and throwing it open. “Doctor! Nurse! She’s awake!” He called out to the room, and a bunch of people crowded in.

You shook your head. You knew you weren’t the only one who was suffering. For you, it was terrifying; and the worst part was; you didn’t even see it coming. You only felt the impact; mentally, and physically. Jack, on the other hand, was taking it harder than you. You couldn’t imagine what he’d been through in the last month. You on one hand, were trapped in the abyss of nothing, unknowing of time or anything around you. Jack had to spend every day, waiting agonizingly for his other half to wake up, praying she would come back. Praying you would come back. Maybe you would know, but he refused to look at you, let alone talk to you.

“Hello, dear. I’m a doctor. You’re in the hospital. Can you tell me your name, some facts about you and the last thing you remember?” A man told/asked you. “My name is Y/N Maynard, I’m 22 years old, and I have a twin brother named Jack, and older brother named Conor and a younger sister named Anna. Last I remember is driving my car and a loud crashing sound.” You said, slightly confused. The doctor smiled, though it was bittersweet, you didn’t know why. That’s when the news came. “You’ve been in a coma for a month, Y/N.”

Jack was always a very secluded person. He liked his feelings to stay his; to keep things to himself. Always, ever since you were a kid, you were his only exception. You were the one he’d go to for everything, from girl problems to anxiety attacks, you were his rock. Now, you felt like you were missing your other half. Jack had shut himself from not only you, but everyone. All his friends were worried, Conor was worried. You weren’t worried. You were absolutely terrified.

After the news, the doctors left, and you were sitting in silence. The door creaked, and in walked several sets of footsteps. The watery eyes of Conor, Anna, your mum and dad met your own, and a smile illuminated your face. “Hi.” You croaked, and they all ran over, squishing you in a Maynard hug. Except one. “Where’s Jack?” You asked, the pain evident in your groggy voice. “He said he needed time.” Conor whispered, tucking your hair behind your ears and scanning your face, as if unbelieving you were awake. “I’m sorry.” Conor said, he knew how much you wanted your twin, and he wasn’t there.

“Jack. Let me in.” You pleaded, banging on his door. “No.” He said, and you distinctively heard his voice crack. “Jack please..” “Leave me alone, Y/N!” He yelled, clearly annoyed. “No, Jack! Stop whatever this is! I want to know why you’ve shut me out since I got back! You didn’t even visit me in the hospital for god’s sake!” You screamed, and the door swung open.

“Why not?” You asked, wanting to know at least a decent reason Jack wasn’t here. Conor looked at your parents, as if asking if he should tell you. They look to each other, unsure. Anna steps up to your bed, and only then did you notice the tears running down her cheeks. “He thinks it’s his fault.” She whispered, choking back a sob. You took in a sharp breath, completely stunned by the news.

“You wanna know why I wasn’t there? One month, Y/N! An entire month without my sister, without you! I watched you for weeks, sitting in absolute silence! I talked to you, and you didn’t reply! The doctors said you could’ve died! By the way things were going, I thought you already were dead! What the hell would I have done then? I need you! You’re the better half of me, and I’m scared, alright? I’m scared of losing you!” Jack screamed, and you fell silent. You quickly realized the tears running down his already stained cheeks, his eyes red and puffy from crying.

“How would it be his fault? That doesn’t make sense..” You stuttered, your heart rate increasing. “Relax, relax, Y/N.” Your mom said, stroking your forehead gently. “You were on the phone with him when you were driving, yeah?” Anna asked, and Conor looked about ready to pull her out of the room. He stepped forward, presumably to do so, but you cut him off. “Yeah..” You answered, and suddenly, it all made sense.

“Jack..” You whispered, tears blurring your own sight. “No! I spent a month talking to your limp body. I prepared myself for the worst. I shut out everyone because all I wanted was you. I wanted my twin. You weren’t there, and it was all my fault!” He sobbed, and you ran over engulfing him in a hug. He tensed, but let his arms swing around your torso and pull you close. “I was so scared, Y/N..” He whimpered, and you realized just how hard this must’ve been for him.

“He thinks he distracted me because he was talking to me on the phone? He thinks I crashed because of that?” You asked, your voice cracking. None of your family answered, but Conor was giving Anna a look, as to say ‘you’ve fucked up.’ She backed away slightly, an apologetic look in her eyes. “Sorry.” She muttered, mainly to Conor. “B-but, I didn’t even crash! The truck ran into me!” You said, trying desperately to make an excuse for Jack not to feel guilty. You failed.

“Jack, I’m right here. I didn’t die. It’s not your fault, you know? The truck hit me, not the other way around.” You said, pulling him back to be face to face with his. “I was calling you, I was still distracting you from the road. It was my fault.” He stuttered, trying to control the seemingly endless stream of tears. “Jack, it’s fine. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re both fine. It was not your fault, okay? I promise.” You said, and he broke down, sobbing into your shoulder.

“I want to see him.” You said, looking at your family. They all gave each other looks. Anna gestured for Conor to speak, as besides Jack, you were the closest with him. He ran a hand through his hair; a nervous tick of his. He stepped forward, looking down at you sadly.You could see up close, he had tears blurring his eyes, and you knew the news wouldn’t be good. “Y/N.. He doesn’t want to see you.” Conor said, softly.

“The Uber is here.” You muttered, rubbing his back soothingly. “No!” Jack exclaimed, grabbing you tighter. You frowned, confused. “Jack, why not? We have to go to Conor’s.” You said, looking into his eyes. “W-what… what if we crash?” He stutters, nervously. “Jack, we won’t. What happened to me was a rare occasion. It won’t happen again. I won’t leave you again, okay? This time, you’ll be there for me too, right?” You told him, and he nodded.

“How could he not want to see me! This is ridiculous!” You cried, tears running down your face. Your family smiled sadly. “He’s been here for a month, Y/N. He thought you were going to die.” Anna blurted, being shushed once again by the eldest Maynard child. “Did you all think that?” You asked, vulnerably. Conor frowned. “We didn’t know what to think, Y/N. For all we knew, you could’ve already been dead.” “But I’m not.” You defended, saddened by the thought your twin didn’t want to see you. “We know, and he knows too. He’s just scared you wouldn’t be.” Your dad said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly. “It was a bit of a shock for us all.”

“Now let’s go before we get a complaint from our driver.” You teased, and he wiped his red eyes. “I look like shit.” He said, looking at his reflection in his phone camera. “You always do. Come onnn!” You said, pulling his arm. He looked at you in mock offense, storming off in front of you. He took off into a run, calling back “Last one there is a rotten egg!” You laughed at the childish nature of your twin, but you were glad he was back to normal, and you’d much prefer him like this than have him shut you out at all. “I win, Y/N!” Even if he was an annoying twin, he was your annoying twin, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

callout post for fuckmchine

I’m so sick of her preying on young tumblr users so I’m making this post to warn people. If she approaches you, please block her. She seems to mainly message young girls (14-17), and compliments them, talks sexually with them, and then asks them to date her. tw: pedophilia, racism

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fandoms-stoll-my-life  asked:

Can you do all the boys reaction to their sister constantly chewing gum and blowing bubbles in it Violet Beauregarde style?

Honestly, I have a pet peeve for people who smack their gum or blow bubbles and pop them constantly. Like- please stop. Please.

  • Ayato: “Would you quit popping then right in my ear? Do you want me to hurt you?
  • Reiji: “Spit that out this instant. I don’t care if it helps with ’stress’, I’ll give you something to stress out about!” (classic mom/dad line)
  • Laito: “Mmm…I wish you would put your mouth to better use for other people  than blowing bubbles all day, it’s very boring and sort of getting..on my nerves.”
  • Kanato: “If you pop one more bubble I might have to do something awful to you, and we wouldn’t want that- would we?” He actually gives you a chance to stop- wow.
  • Shu: “Stop that..you know you look like a horse when you smack your gum like that..?”
  • Subaru: “Gosh- that’s annoying! You know always blowing bubbles and popping them and smacking your gum is almost gross…”
  • Ruki: “Please..I advise you to stop that.”
  • Kou: “If it gets in my hair at any time- you’re dead. Understand? That’s annoying enough as it is.”
  • Yuma: “Piglet- quit.” He will rip that gum out of your mouth- fast.
  • Azusa: SILENTLY ANNOYED BUT IS TOO SHY TO SAY.

anonymous asked:

Hey! How would the Nordics act if they are overworked/stressed? (I have exams coming up so I want to see these kids stressed too haha!)

Norway: “Don’t talk to me…”

Lukas is a recluse naturally, and is also very quiet. Lukas is also quite hard to read, which in moments like this would please him; it would only make his headache worse if he heard everyone asking “are you okay?” over and over again. Lukas would likely go into his room or study and curl up in a big chair with a large book (likely Norwegian fairytales) and cup of coffee, reading and relaxing to help the stressed feeling go way.

Iceland: “I..I don’t want to talk about it…!”

Despite Emil always acting calm and collected, he is actually warmer and a bit passionate under his façade. With that being said, when everyone starting commenting that he seemed stressed, it would only heighten the emotion. Eventfully, he’d snap at those who were pestering him a little bit before curling up in his bed with a sigh. Emil would feel embarrassed for being flustered and annoyed so easily, but he wouldn’t be able to help it. When he decided to try and relax, he would be found in a hot bath, soaking, and probably snacking (Emil loves black licorice).

Finland: “Me?…Stressed..? Don’t worry about me…! I’m fine!…”

Tino is usually very calm and relaxed, but also a very hard worker. If you asked any of his friends, they would tell you he works himself to the core. Tino is also very mature, so with that being said, sometimes he worries about everyone other than himself. Eventfully, he would push himself to the limit and need to cool down. Tino would know his limit even before he had to raise his voice at anyone. Tino is huge fan of saunas, so if he could, he would go to one. Worst case scenario, he always has the bath tub. He also loves to drink some alcohol and mix that with sweets, so that would also help calm him down.

Sweden: “…. Don’t worry about it…”

Berwald is known to be very quiet and intimidating, but deep down he’s just shy since everyone always expects him to be harsh, so he often hides whatever he’s feeling, whatever that might be. When Berwald would start to get stressed out, no one would be able to tell. He would just seem as intimidating and quiet as normal. Berwald would excuse himself from the room, and begin to do something that calms him down, for example, he loves to do art or craft with wood. After a few projects, he would have a clear mind and be able to continue as normal.

Denmark: *rolling around on the floor, crying, screaming, singing kids cartoon theme songs loudly and completely off key* “I’ll never grow up! Be a Toys-R-Us kid!”
Matthias doesn’t handle adulting well….and that means he doesn’t handle stress well. If he gets too stressed out he loses his mind a little bit and reaches a delirious state. He can be found curled up on the floor crying surrounded by his work as he just rolls around and cries as his brain attempts to function at any degree. Matthias is a hard worker, don’t get it wrong, just when he crashes, he crashes, burns and explodes. Though give him a while with some beer, cartoons, funny videos, anything to distract his mind and he will be in working order soon enough.

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Admin Jay is actually Denmark…Enjoy! Admin Sarah and Jay

was rewatching some Zestiria skits and came across the one where the guys were discussing weaponry, e.g. size versus technique, having two weapons for specific functions versus one that combines both, etc. etc.

and then, we have Sorey….

AFSDFKJGDFF HOW DOES THIS POTATO CHILD EXIST

The Ugly Truth: Sex with Older Men

It was a very lucky thing that I was attracted to his personality because his body…

That was the only negative thought that I let run through my mind as the Other One stood naked before me. Negative thoughts wouldn’t do me much good here. 

I have only had sex with one man whose body I found physically pleasing. It was the most boring sex I’d ever had. He was as obsessed with the motion of his own body and getting a positive outcome as he would have been during one of his daily lifting sessions. Some of the best sex I’ve ever had has been with men significantly older than me who sported loose skin all over their bodies and enough hair on their chests to weave a rug. 

I tend to attract the same types of men. The self made types that see me as a challenge. The lonely types. They’re never in the greatest physical shape. Beer bellies and flat asses. Drooping nipples and sagging skin around their thighs. Aesthetically there is nothing pleasing about them. I’m asked if I find these men attractive by friends and I always shrug and reply “I like the way their mind works”. It’s the truth. I do like the way they think, in most cases, and I am blessed. If you can seduce my mind, my body will follow. I have also let go of the Disney/ Avalon Romance novel myth. I will most likely never find a silver fox with a six pack and stamina for days who will make love to me in a candlelit room. Reality weighs 60 pounds more, is balding, and probably has an erectile dysfunction and an over inflated ego. 

The beautiful thing about the older men I’ve been with is that they want to please me. Unlike the 20 something men I slept who could go all night but didn’t care if I went with them, these older men want me to enjoy myself. They really want me to enjoy myself. They’re actually offended if I don’t. 

However they aren’t like the 20 something men that can go all night. If they drink too much or eat too much at dinner, it’s a minor miracle if they can get it up to half staff. Sometimes they have absolutely no idea how to kiss. Their hands are too grabby. I decided that regardless of the man or the motives I should enjoy myself every single time I take my clothes off. I would become a teacher as well as a lover. 

But first, I had to teach myself something. I had to learn how to turn my brain off. How was I going to enjoy myself if the entire time I was picking apart everything that was wrong with his body? I got in close almost immediately. I didn’t give myself time to stare, time to be critical. I closed my eyes and instead of thinking about how he looked, how shocking what I was doing was, I concentrated on how he was making me feel.

For most, sex is a time when we’re driven to please but are too scared to ask questions, to talk. I know that’s what I was like. I would know exactly how I wanted something to feel but would be too afraid to speak up. I started with non verbal cues. If it felt good I would try to get my body closer to his. If it didn’t, I stopped him and shook my head no. When I got more comfortable I moved on to noises. If it felt good I moaned my head off. If it felt bad, I made a sound that could only be interpreted as negative. Finally I moved to a few words: yes, there, that, oh god, please, more, softer, harder. The first few times might have been awkward and not quite as pleasing as I would have liked but eventually… Eventually, we could make magic. 

I encourage you to let go of the fairy tales, the rose colored glasses, the romance novels. If you were bold enough to decide to enter the bowl, you have to. You’ll block your success if you can’t see things as they are. If you can’t make peace with the decisions that you’ve made and the effects that they’ll have on your life. You chose to date older men in the hopes of receiving an allowance, gifts, trips, a lavish life. You’ve read that 98% of sugar babies are not in platonic relationships with their SDs. Sex is inevitable. It will not be with a man that looks like Jason Momoa for most of us. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be enjoyable if we’re just as vocal about getting what we want in the bedroom as we are in the mall. 

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Hi Anna! I’d be interested to hear Watchie’s analysis of the “once ignored Tom” video. Ben turns his head away from the camera and says something in Tom’s ear. I’m curious about Tom’s reaction - reassured? Instructions received? 

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@watch-this-face, do you feel like an analysis please?  I think it would be quite interesting too  :D

While we’re at it, would you also feel like analyzing the shoehorning video from D23?  (LINK)

Cause I find it the funniest bit of shoehorning (not to mention the least convincing) he’s ever done.  Bless his lying little heart…

The question by the reporter is:  “This must have been a dream getting together with all the Avengers in one film.  This is amazing

Ben:  “It’s incredible!  And you know, just as fans we’d be freaking out and then to get to be part of it is fantast… and then you have to do the nuts and bolts of your bit of the mosaic you know and just concentrate on doing a good job, and the Russos are incredible.  I don’t know how any other combination of human beings could actually do this.  The fact they’re two brothers is kind of moving to me as a dad of two boys you know” 

… I have to insert a screencap of Tom Holland’s face when Ben made THAT segway, cause Ben’s “fuck it” face is just as funny as Tom’s “WTF” face…

It just… it’s a marvel.  No pun intended, but it is

I mean… I don’t know whether to laugh at his mentioning “fake news” right before he mentions the pillows or the awkward segway to shoehorn or just the fact that he managed to insert that bad Marvel pun in there.  

I gotta wonder who thought THAT would sound great…

Oh Ben…  You’re such a horrible liar, I can’t possibly hold it against you when you try (and fail) to make it convincing   :D

MPD: Close to You- Operation Seduction

You were sick of it. Don’t get it wrong, you loved the guys of 2nd division, your relationship with them all was certainly a unique one, more than colleagues, brother figures and possibly feeling were there that were more than just friends but the fact that you could admit they were all insanely attractive didn’t stop them from pissing you off. See, being the only female in the unit had both its pros and cons, you got to spend all day staring at the hotties you worked with, but it also made you the prime target for a ridiculous amount of jokes concerning both your femininity and attractiveness.

“[Y/N]’s starting to turn into Medusa…”

“Monster stomach.”

“Don’t attack someone just because you don’t like them while you’re there!’’

“[L/N] couldn’t be feminine if she tried, it’d be like watching 1st division trying to actually do their work. Hopeless and embarrassing.’’

That comment had done it; you were going to prove to these men exactly how sexy you could be. The day following, you had put a few extra bits in your bag, Nomura had made sure the lot of you had cleared you work for tonight the previous week as he had booked a private booth in your usual bar and you were going to…spruce yourself up a little for it.

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Scared Yet? ( Continued Roleplay )

Continued Roleplay for @scarletwitchrpblog

John’s pace slowed down slightly at her question and he looked back her, debating on if he really wanted to tell her or not.
“Well…we get hate mail and all that sort quite a lot, just like any other band would, I suppose. We can’t please everybody…but…as of lately…a lot of its been aimed at Ringo.” Lennon explained before shrugging. “Ringo’s a good sport about it but it is getting quite concerning. Seems like people are out to get him or something…”

John rather have people out to get him then people out to get his mates.

“There’s also been…quite a few bomb threats.”

VEGAS FIC SNEAK PEAK

Hi lovelies,

As some of you may know (I’ve whined my fear share about it - sorry!), I’ve been working on a fic for a while that I’ve gotten quite stuck on. Inspiration has, so to speak, left me. So, I’m gonna try something new, and post this sneak peak for you - it’s the first 4,7k of chapter one of what is known as ‘The Vegas Fic’ and which will probably be titled ‘The Greatest Thing’ unless I come up with something better. I’m hoping that the fic will be something you’d like to read (?) and that posting this sneak peak will sort of obligate me to finish it! Hopefully, knowing that there are people out there waiting will work as motivation for me. I hope you enjoy? And please let me know what you think - whether it’s even worth finishing and all. x
(Oh, by the way, I copied this from google docs, so all the italics and such disappeared, soz!) 

CHAPTER ONE (or half of it, anyway):

If Harry had to describe Vegas with one word, it would be ostentatious. He’s never cared much for the city to be honest, all the flashing lights, the partying, the gambling, the countless amount of strippers, the sense that you could just throw away all your inhibitions and let go… yeah, he appreciates the quiet life nowadays.

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fluttergem: Ah, how about KomaMiki with Mikan finding out about Nagito’s illness? 

This did not go in the way I intended it too. Still cute, but wow I originally intended this to end in angst but somehow Mikan and Nagito refused to let me do that. I suppose that’s a good thing? Also I always feel paranoid writing Nagito, how do you write him.

- Purity

“Eeeeh!? Y-You have cancer?”

The boy beside her nods casually, admiring a seashell he’d picked up from the sand and acting as if he hadn’t just dropped a major truth bomb upon her fragile state of mind.

Tsumiki had literally bumped into the luckster upon walking down the beach, and somehow the two had come to sit side by side in the sand at his suggestion. Although nervous, Tsumiki had been quite happy until he’d suddenly told her that.

“Yes. Shortly before being accepted into Hope’s Peak I was diagnosed with stage three malignant lymphoma as well as frontotemporal dementia.”

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KFP4 hopes
  • viper speaks!!!
  • viper and mei mei being v lesbian together please
  • at one point monkey says something like “tail of pranks!!!1″ and crane is. so proud. mantis is jsut done
  • oogway comes back to troll jade palace cast. but shifu is done of being done and joins in trolling. the rest is like “wtf”
  • li lives at mr pings noodle shop and helps at kitchen and they still call each other dad
  • the villain pretends to be a friend at the beginning???? that would be nice
  • also *chants* we!!! want!!! tigress!!! we!!! want!!! her!!! backstory!!!
  • the villain is tiger maybe???? some relative maybe??? and our poor stripey bae has to choose between jp cast and that tiger???? ok
  • when asked about tigress and lei lei, po casually calls them “my wife and my daughter”. no one comments. not even shifu. that is all the tipo. burn, fandom. burn.
  • po and tigress being all touchy and feelsy and shippy. like. holding each others hand at least once per act, kisses on the forehead (tigress) or on the cheek (po), married spats. this is all thank
  • lei lei kicking ass. bao kicking ass. li shan kicking ass. everyone kicks ass and po is like “yoooooOOOOOO”
  • maybe legends of awesomeness character came???? the villain is wrecking the town and we hear random fung screaming “dARN IT”
  • mmmmmMMMMMMM monkey finally finding out po ate his almond cookies and ass kicking ensues
  • panda mom gets named!!!!
  • li finds out it was po who stopped shen and is like “??????”
  • obligatory kung fu fighting remix in the credits. BUT sung by jp cast. please