*Janai And Amaya, Swinging Broad Swords, Surrounded By Lava And bare-knuckled Fighting*

FUCKING ARTHUR

earlier, someone posted this picture:

so naturally -

ARTHUR GET DOWN FROM THERE

I SAID “GET DOWN” NOT “FUCK WITH BIRDS” STOP FUCKING WITH BIRDS ARTHUR

this is somewhat acceptable

“NO.  NO DANCING ALLOWED IN LOCKER ROOMS.”

RUN, ARTHUR, RUN!!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

…eh.  business as usual.

“DUMBLEDORE YOU FUCK YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY IT FUCKING CALMLY”

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT I’M ON FIRE”

“MERLIN YOU USELESS AGLET FUCKING HELP ME”

Is no one going to talk about how good these boys are at dancing? I get that they do dance practice for their routines but these are some sick as breakdance moves that really have no place on the ice.

Artemyra, a city run entirely by females, has a red light district. You know what that means??? BEAUTIFUL BIRD LESBIANS THAT CAN AND WILL CRUSH ANY MAN!!!

gravity falls + text post meme (5/?)

Actually I have and it was a far more awful experience than the one painted in glee. Ice up your nose is probably one of the worst things I've ever experienced.

Has anyone actually ever had a slushee thrown at them or did the writers of Glee just like assume that was a universal experience all Teens could relate to

Honestly Griffin McElroy and the boys' acting has totally destroyed me with this latest episode. The implications of the end scenes are so messed up and I really hope we see them come into play later on, but they also give us a lot of insight into what's happened in the other arcs. Taako was already messed up from believing he had killed all those people in the last episode of his cooking show, but Barry's death would've made his guilt weigh down so much more. When he was running away from the ruins of his show, all he would've been thinking about was how much bad luck and death he brought to the world. To him Barry's death was impersonal as he didn't remember him, but the sight of a man falling to his death in front of him was the first coherent memory, the only one that was real in this world and not the filled in ones from Lucretia. So the deaths of all those people from his cooking would've made him remember that man falling to his death in front of him, and the weight of his still warm wand in his hand, the smoking tip pointed at the figure dropping away from him with a pained smile on his face. Lucretia may have thought she was setting Taako up with a happy life of stardom, but the whole time he was weighed down with the guilt of murdering a stranger for some unknown reason. And when he saw Barry in the first arc, there would've been a sensation of fear and guilt weighing on him, despite him not knowing why. Fisher would've blurred the face of the man he killed in order to block his old memories, but the sight of Barry's face still dredged up horror, fear and longing. Longing for a man he once saw as a brother, but who he now associates with the feeling of metaphorical blood on his hands and an empty place next to him. And Merle, every time he saw Davenport in the Bureau, would hear a soft choking echo of a man desperately asking who Merle was. Who he was. Davenport's very utterance of his own name initially brings a swell of emotion that blocks off Merle's airways, ears ringing with a desperate cry of "I'm Davenport!" But Fisher's power quiet end the whispers every time, and Merle is left with a hollow feeling that once crept up on him every time he sat at his beach at dusk, mind tricking him into seeing six figures dancing along the shore, chasing one another with happy shrieks as they hadn't done in so long. Merle doesn't feel guilt like Taako did. Does. But he feels a hollow sensation in his chest where it used to be filled to the brim with joy and love. Worst of all was Magnus, who knew what Lucretia had done before his mind was wiped. Each time he saw the Director, there would be an initial sense of betrayal, a world less scream of despair billowing up inside him, begging her to stop! Didn't she know what would happen? It would all end, they wouldn't be together anymore, Lucretia don't let us go, don't leave me alone Lucretia p l e a s e. The sight of the voidfish, beautiful and ethereal, would soothe the turmoil of emotions inside him, bringing him a sense of warmth and comfort. If only for a little while. Magnus was a happy sort of guy, but there were days when he felt like his skin didn't fit, that the creaks in his bones shouldn't be there. That his time with Julia, his beloved wife, didn't seem real, none of this did. And he would look into the sky with longing, feeling a sensation of the ground beneath him gently rocking, a cool breeze ruffling his hair as the heavens spread out beneath him. And each one felt sorrow when they saw the harsh lines at the corner of the Director's mouth (she should be smiling, she should be happy, we have to protect her), and crinkles at the corners of her tired eyes (little bookworm, so strong and clever, she needs some rest, she always does). But they also felt overwhelming joy when she smiled and laughed, her tired and old visage melting away to reveal a fresh-faced girl who loved to explore the work around her (our journal keeper, our friend, our little Lucretia). But then the power of the voidfish would crash over them, and they would absently smile back at the woman who loved them more than anything in the world, who had to hold herself back from cracking goofs and hugging them tightly. Who gazed into their aging faces and only found emptiness looking back.

*Matt returns* Voltron Fandom: Holy shit our meme son is back safe and sound!! He's gotten so much hotter! I love him so much. *Shatt shippers arise from their graveyards and drink from the new content so that they may be stronger* One person muttering under their breath: Langst where Lance feels like he's going to be replaced by Matt. *Entire Voltron Fandom perks up*: Langst? Langst! LanGST?!?! *Entire Voltron Fandom chanting louder and louder*: LANGST! LANGST!! LANGST!! *Shatt shippers cry because people are demonising their meme son in order to emotionally destroy the best blue boy*

I made the mistake of rereading the masterpiece of 'You don't know me' by the angst master @Ferisae Decided I would draw the sweet, suffering summer child in celebration of my own pain.

Such beauty

Such grace

Such dorks

Is no one going to talk about how good these boys are at dancing? I get that they do dance practice for their routines but these are some sick as breakdance moves that really have no place on the ice.