#chaotic boys

[comically-blu]

Did ford,stan make a shermie fake funeral?

Yep, they did alot to fake Shermie’s death! It turned out more like a memorial service, but it still worked by their terms.

Since the identity fraud method wouldn’t really work with Shermie’s name for either the twins, Stan suggested the hard choice as much to Ford’s dismay.

Ford & Stan basically did what Stan did to fake his own death. They pummeled Shermie’s only car, that Shermie drove to Ford’s shack prior to the incident, to destruction off a road. For how risky it was, they crafted it out with careful hands and few alien tricks (aka magnet guns). They couldn’t help to keep a few things from here & there at least (this bites them in the ah way later).

Circumstances surrounding the crash was suspicious, but it went cold enough to be considered as a death despite the lack of body. As result, a memorial service was held. Besides Penelope, Eddie, possibly Caryn (yea, she may come around, no Filbrick during that era .3.), and few others, Ford only came in attendance to ease suspicion. Stan couldn’t really come unfortunately due to his own situation, but he does look after the shack.

So from those days, Ford really got to learn that Stan literally meant it that he actually chewed his way out of a car. Stan also got to learn that Ford technically did some crimes of his own as they went on.

[endlich-allein]

Rammstein, Knaack Klub, Berlin, Germany, 11-10-2004 © greenways.eclipse.co.uk

[ginerva-mollyweasley]

“the moment his eyes fell upon ron, all other concerns fled harry’s mind”

HARRY POTTER & RON WEASLEY → my top 50 fictional dynamics [5/50]

[fire-hashira]

Aqua and Albus being sick of Gellert (summer of 1899 edition)

Aqua: Gellert Grindelwald GET DOWN FROM THE ROOF!!!

Gellert: *on the roof, about to fly a kite*

Albus: he's flying a kite Aqua

Aqua: theres a key on the kite

Albus: a key on the kite......

Aqua:........

Albus:......A KEY ON THE- GELLERT GRINDLEWALD

[daysiewish]

Cute content in DWG Challengers ft. Chasy and Malrang (eng subs hooray!!)

Some highlights (some out of context):

[cancelforcipe]

Solar and Ruin:

I LOVE THIS AU SM SO I MADE YALL DOODLES!!

@villainoustrioau

I love ur au am so I wanted to doodle the boyos!! Jigsaw is my favorite and I love the whole idea of this au (im not obsessed I swear-)

[declamationark]

DPxDC prompt: Danny Phantom is an extremely high-level threat due to his capabilities and experience battling against his ghostly enemies. Batman is creating a contingency plan for him and Constantine's advice, as the one who dances the tango with the Infinite Realms? A bone-weary sigh of "plop him down a telly and put on a NASA documentary or something. It's like you haven't been dealing with teen kids for decades now fer fuck's sake."

[ellie-makes-mbs]

name moodboard for “kodi” for anonymous

[starlightseraph]

obsessed with them.

[sodamnbored]

Jason: Hey come on, you’re definitely gonna get into college, no doubt.

Percy, sighing: I hope so. It’s just…sometimes I just feel like the biggest fuck up in the world, you know?

Jason, hand on his shoulder comfortingly: If only you could see yourself through my eyes.

Percy: *looking at him expectantly*

Jason: You’d be amazed at how blurry you are.

[heyimanonboy]

what i can't find in my life i may find in the bottom of another bottle

[graciepasty]

Charlie Dalton/Nuwanda. Dead Poets Society (1989).

ily @h3x-ed ! im not using ur request cuz it messes with my format :( but p.s.a this girly is my number one fan !

[endlich-allein]

🤣 Wörthersee Stadion, Klagenfurt, 18-07-2024 @ rammsteinfans.ger

[inbabylontheywept]

Weird Grandpa Dale Story #1

The day started with me digging up cactus. Grandpa Dale had a weird beef with cactuses, bad enough to pay me 10 cents for every pound I turned in. Looking back at it, I think they offended him because they could exist without his consent: They didn't need his water, they didn't need his fertilizer, and they certainly didn't need his permission. 

And that, he simply could not abide. 

Grandpa Dale had been doing something weird that whole morning. I knew because I'd been able to watch him since sunrise. Every time I took a break from digging cactus to look back at the house, I saw him doing something with the gopher holes. 

That made me nervous. Things never went well when he started messing with the gophers.  Earlier that month he'd tried gassing them out, and all he got from that effort was nasty looking blisters up both arms. He almost never complained about anything, but he griped all day about how bad those blisters hurt. When his wife suggested that he go to the hospital he said No, what am I gonna tell them? That my trench got overrun? They wouldn't buy that. They'd think I was cooking meth. 

Which was funny to hear, but also, true, and also, enough for me to know better than to get involved in future gopher battles. 

Which is to admit that I did get involved. But I should've known better. A few hours in, he invited me over, gave me a cold soda, and showed me what he had set up: Two camping chairs, a wicked sharp shovel, a car battery, and a long length of copper wire leading to a pit he'd dug in the middle of the yard. Told me that if I stayed a bit and took a break, cooled down there with a soda in the shade, I'd see something amazing. I asked him if there was even a chance I could get hurt by this "something amazing", and he said "no," which I knew was a bald faced lie. But I believed him because I wanted to believe him. Because I wanted to know what he'd done, and I wanted to sit there in the shade with my grandpa. I also figured, hey, maybe getting gassed taught him a lesson. 

(Never, ever assume that the kind of person willing to break out chemical weapons against gophers is capable of being taught a lesson.) 

So I sat down in my chair and he beamed at that. He loved having an audience. Then I watched him lean forward and tap the ends of the wire against the battery terminals.

And that's where everything went wrong.  

The first thing that hit me was the yard itself. Little bits of sand and grit flying fast enough to hit my skin and bite. It took a year and change for all the little bits to work their way out. But I didn't even feel it at the time, because of what happened after. 

I genuinely think he'd imagined the gophers getting launched out of the holes, disoriented but alive. I think that shovel was there to finish them off afterwards. Which also would've been traumatizing, but probably less so than watching each of those cute little gopher holes projectile vomit bloody piles of tattered critter all over the lawn. 

Which, spoiler alert, is exactly what happened. The sky fell down, and the ground flew up, and the gophers found themselves with nowhere to go. So they did the next best thing and went a little bit everywhere.

I don't think it was actually silent afterwards, but I couldn't hear shit. There was just this long, ringing period of us looking at each other, then the meat piles, then the lawn crater, then the big buckled section of yard that looked oddly like Rockies just behind us, then back to each other. 

I think I did that two or three times before I felt my shoulders start to shake a little. I was crying. Felt weird to cry and not be able to hear it. Like a tic almost, or the way your body seizes up right before you puke. 

And then I looked at his face, and I saw him mouth a single soundless word: 

Shit.

[bruciemilf]

This was Thomas Wayne if Bruce, Martha, or Alfred were insulted during pompous Galas/family gatherings, by the way. If you even care:

[yakichoufd]

I love you so much please don't die (can you perchance draw scott as a cat)

As someone dealing with depression, I'll try my best!