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Me: *after being an asshole* I love you!

Mum: I will always love you!

Me: awwww--

Mum: Unless you start murdering people, then I will not.

Me: What if I murdered Donald Trump?

Mum: No

Me: Excuse--

Mum: Because if you got close enough to kill Trump, then you were close enough to kill Pence, and you didn't.

Me:......shit you right.

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Fool’s Gold

I have this image of Joel Heyman, one of the most widely recognized founders of the notorious RT Crew,  meeting lil Gavin Free for the first time.

Like, imagine, Gavin was over in the US for a bit, helping Gus with some hacking and following Burnie and Geoff around like a lost puppy, and Joel stumbles upon him.

Maybe Joel was away, overseas maybe, talking to some fences about the Monet paintings stashed in the warehouse (and maybe looking into a gold heist on the side) and he finally comes home, to find a kid (a literal kid, Jesus Christ Burnie) lounging around the penthouse.

Joel knows about Gavin, there’s no way he couldn’t with how often Burnie and Geoff, and even Gus, praised the “dumbass little genius,” but he had never seen his face before.

Gavin notices him, and nearly breaks his laptop in his haste to stand up. Joel stares at him for a moment before gesturing him to follow. Gavin scrambles after him.

“So…” Joel drawls as he leads the other through the maze-like halls of the penthouse. “What’s your schtick, kid.”

“Hacker,” Gavin states instantly. “Burnie brought me to—“

Joel waved that away. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I meant what else.”

Gavin shot him a look of confusion. Joel groaned obnoxiously.

“Y’knoooow, what else did he bring you for? There’s no way he brought you here just to hack, I mean, we already have Gus, and Jason, and Burnie’s no slouch in the technical division himself. So, why’d he bring you all the way here?” Joel stops in the hallway, Gavin nearly slamming into his back. Joel turns and stares intently at the younger man. “What did he see in you?”

Gavin looks mildly affronted, and Joel wonders if he should backtrack when Gavin speaks again.

“I ran a crew, back in England. It was small, pretty damn small for all that we accomplished, but it worked. I spent most of my time hacking, or planning, but I was a frontman too.” Here, he hesitates, averting his eyes, before he looks back at Joel.

“Geoff has some plans…and he’s teaching me to be a frontman. New identity and everything.”

Joel scrutinizes him for a second before he continues walking.

“Have you thought of one yet? An identity?”

Gavin shrugs sheepishly. “All the ones I’ve come up with are rubbish. I think Geoff’s beginning to think I’m a lost cause.”

Joel hums before stopping abruptly in front of a door. He digs the key out of his pocket and unlocks it, gesturing Gavin in.

“Uh…Joel?” Gavin asks while Joel rummages through his drawers. “What exactly am I doing here?”

Joel ignores him, muttering to himself. He finally finds what he’s looking for and exclaims, slamming the drawer closed. He holds up something to Gavin’s face.

“Do you know what this is?”

“Uh yeah, gold?” Gavin reaches for it, but Joel snatches it away.

“Nope,” Joel says, popping the ‘p.’ “This, kid, is pyrite. Also known as ‘Fool’s Gold.’ To the untrained eye, it looks identical to gold, but its not. Just sulfur and iron fused together.”

“Okay—?”

“Hey!” Joel snaps, glaring. “I’m giving you a lesson here, shut the fuck up.”

Gavin puts his hands up in surrender, and Joel huffs once before continuing.

“This, this is your identity. The point of the frontman is to be the face of the crew, while also gaining information. You have to make it easy for people to trust you, while also fearing you. You pick a role and that’s the role everyone will know you as. Does that make sense?”

Gavin nods.

“You have to be like Fool’s Gold. You have to look shiny and expensive. You’re forcing people to look at the crew like a precious metal, you understand? But you have to be more than that. Fool’s Gold has edges, like a crystal, and it’s stronger than regular gold. It may not be actual gold, and you—“ he pokes Gavin in the chest “—may be playing a role, hiding behind smoke and mirrors, but you can’t ever let anyone else know that. The crew depends on no one ever finding out. That’s the point of a frontman.”

Gavin looks at him, equal parts awed and overwhelmed.

“I—“ Gavin clears his throat. “I think I understand. Thank—”

Joel waves away the appreciation, tossing the piece of pyrite to the other.

“Get outta here, I’m exhausted. Who just got off a long ass flight? This guy! All you fuckers don’t even know what it feels like to be Joel. And where’s my appreciation? ‘Oh Joel can you do this, can you do that?’ No! Everyone can just go fuck themselves!” Joel ends his tirade, smiling a little when Gavin laughs.

“Get outta here, kid.“

“See you, J-Roll.”

A few months later, Joel hears about Geoff’s crew out in Los Santos, wrecking havoc all along the shore. He hears about his second-in-command, his brawlers, his sniper, and his mercenary. But, mainly, he hears about Ramsey’s Golden Boy, and Joel can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah…yeah you looked beautiful”

Michael Jones calling Gavin “baby” in the Outlast 2 Play Pals Reblog if u agree

this town breaks people, don’t you know? but he’s a firecracker, that boy. crackling spitfire mouth over freckled porcelain, shows up piss drunk to a fight and leaves with knuckles worn red, happiness violent-smeared across his face and you think, beautiful, you think, destructive, and you think he is invincible. he holds his chin high, teeth sharp. head cocked just so, eyes hard like bullets. bandages wrapped like a promise. fists like a prayer. it is not until you see the fuse stamped out, not until the fight comes to him and he’s too sober for it, not until you have to teach him how to cry, to spill sorrow without shaking apart that you realize not everyone has the luxury of being vulnerable. so slot your mouth against his, that boy you love. smoke the unfurling terror out from inside his gut. wrap your arms around him and think, like a promise, think, like a prayer, think, be safe be safe be safe. it is hard to live in this town, don’t you know? it is easy to survive. see, that boy, he holds his chin high as though treading water. he lowers it only to kiss you.

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Baek: *fixes Chan’s collar" Chan: ShimKoong ~ (HEART POUNDING) Baek: *strokes Chan’s hair* Chan: *leans in and then pretends wanting to hit Baek* Baek: Who wants to be with me for Team Power? Chan: *faster then Barry Allen* ME (After Chan’s turn at the first game) Chan: *laying on the floor* Baek: Hello please wake up ahjussi you can’t sleep here CHAN IMITATING BAEK AND CALLING HIM BAEKHYUNNIE TWICE

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SHINee’s Taemin Tries Really, Really Hard To Hype Up Onew’s Cooking Skills - e.kang, soompi

SHINee’s Taemin is nothing but truthful.

During his appearance on the March 13 episode of Olive TV’s “Cook & Order” (tentative title), SHINee’s Onew prepared a special video featuring his fellow member Taemin.

Taken while they were on tour in Japan, the video showed the youngest member trying his hardest to say good things about Onew’s cooking abilities, even if Onew kept shooting himself in the foot.

Taemin started off by mentioning that Onew had once made paella, a Spanish rice dish, for him, when Onew suddenly disses himself and said, “You tasted raw rice that time, didn’t you?”

Taken aback by the sudden self-attack, Taemin truthfully, and hilariously, replied, “I really can’t forget it. It had its own charm, and I’ve eaten a lot of delicious food, but the food Onew made for me was very new and unique.”

It didn’t end there, as Onew claimed that his knife skills were exceptional because he’s “never hurt his hands.” Of course, he immediately followed up with, “Because I haven’t used knifes very often.”

Honest Taemin tried to turn the situation around once more and compliment Onew’s cooking skills.

“Seasoning, the taste, things like these…,” Taemin started off, before he amusingly confessed, “It’s really hard, trying to say positive things. It feels like I’m trying to squeeze [water] out of a dry rag.”

While Onew’s cooking abilities were later put to the test, at least he can always count on Taemin to say good things! 

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all those terms for when you dont really like something but someone else does and you respect that… youve heard of “not my cup of tea” and “whatever floats your boat” and now its time for this phrase to shine