#literally cannot stop laughin

[fancifulrealist]

wdym naozumi hiyama was born on july 21st? URE TELLING ME THAT MAN IS A CANCER LMAOOOOOOOO

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This week on “Naruto lets his feelings for Sasuke take over his conversation with a complete stranger” featuring Gai Sensei having to physically pull him aside to tell him to chill tf out + me not being able to control my laughter (sorry lmfao)

FuCKING LOOK AT HIS FACE HEs so past his limit

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Hiya can I request Akutagawa with a young female reader that looks up to him like how Kenji looks up to Chuuya? Probs how he and some Port Mafia members would react pls. Thanks!

OMG Akutagawa Ryuunosuke!

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings:Akutagawa x Fem!Reader

Genre:Comedy,Fluff

Format:HeadCanons

Warnings:Some NSFW! content,I guess?

A/n:god i love this! XD i mean im such a simp for him.really wanted to make this a small OneShot,but English isnt my main language and im afraid i might fuck it up

●ok first of all,doesnt hurt to mention that he already has one! (Higuchi :>)

●but your relationship wouldnt be the same y'know ;)

●you were one of the rookie assassin in the mafia,and the only reason you joined was because of him!you used to follow all the news about him (you know,like blowing up buildings and stuff) and admired how awesome and handsome (ofc) he was.so you were walking in the hallway thinking how to meet him till suddenly you ran into somebody

●black coat,white cravat,black hair with white tips,pale skin

●PANIC ATTACK

●"hey!watch your ste..." "OMGGGG YOUR AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE?! OMG HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCKING SHIT SHIT SHIT OMG I CANT BREATH ANYMORE OMGGGGGG"

●(BTW Higuchi,Gin and Chuuya were walking beside him,and they were amused by your reaction,specially Chuuya)

●poor boy is shocked.he doesnt really know what to do or say.hes kinda like this:

●like wtf?who the hell is this girl?and why is she acting like this?

●you suddenly held his hand and looked at him with tears in your eyes (tears of joy,hehe)

●"im suchhhh a huge fan of yours!i admire your work and your outfit so much!its so unique!i-i have all of your "WANTED" posters!youre soooo talented and amazing!your ability is....omg!omg! i have small request for you though,

●can you kill me with Rashoumon?pretty pleasssse"

●Akutagawa,after staring at you with a shocked look on his face:

"um...what?...what an odd request!"

●Chuuya and Gin would be dead-laughin,which makes Akutagawa even more confused. (well,they tried to hold back their laugh of course,but couldnt really) Higuchi is kinda shocked,like Akutagawa

●after a few moment,you try to calm down a bit,and ask him to sign your bra

●LOL

●well you didnt have anything else with yourself at that moment,so yeah

●he gives you a weird look and walk away from you while ignoring you,which makes you confused too

●"um..so your busy...?OK! see you later then,Senpai!"

●Akutagawa cannot understand you.I mean the boy thincks so low of himself that he cant believe someone like you would be a fan of him.at first he was wondering if something is wrong with you,but after a while he begin to like having you around him.(though he wouldnt show it,and you try not to make him too uncomfortable)

●when you started dating (i really dont know how it happend,but it happend) you were running around telling everyone that you were Akutagawa Ryuunosukes GF (he asked you to keep it a secret though,but its you,his number 1 fan,so...)

●you admiring him makes him feel better about himself,and gives him more confidence (i mean Dazai literally broke the boy...)

●he tries to get better for you and Dazai,because he knows that you look up to him and doesnt wanna let you down

●the mafia members would be really happy that Akutagawa has someone who wants him for him (except for Higuchi,girl is jealous)

●Higuchi is jealous,but after a while she begins to appreciate what youre doing for her senpai,and she tries to get over him and his feelings for him (idk some people say that higuchi doesnt have a huge crush on Akutagawa.i mean c'mon!!!)

●after sleeping in the same bed with him,he woke up in the morning hearing you scream: "Shittttt i slept with Akutagawa Ryuunosuke!"

●and life goes on

●omg i had sex with Akutagawa Ryuunosuke!

●omg im pregnant with Akutagawa Ryuunosukes baby!

●omg Akutagawa Ryuunosuke proposed to me!

●...

●ok ok hear me out.on one night you were staying in a hotel room,and dazai was in the room below yours.that night you were both so turned on that you stopped caring about your neighbors and done some really dirty stuff (hehehe).Akutagawa was so good that you were literally screaming out his name,and ofc that made him feel really good.in the morning, Dazai came to him.placed his hands on his shoulder and looked directly into his eyes with a serious look on his face. "Akutagawa,i am very proud of you"

●Akutagawa: Dies* (and would be like:so all i had to do to gain his aknowledgment was to fuck?)

●and of course Dazai asked him how he did it and noted everything Akutagawa said as he was embarassed

Ok but seriously...

is this ok?

i feel like its more comedy than fluff,but you didnt say if you wanted fluff so...yeah

tysm for requesting baby T^T sorry if this is not what you wanted,and take care :> 💕

-Ash send me some requests im bored :')

[minruko]

accidentally eating weed brownies

ft- luffy, usopp, and chopper

warnings: usage of weed

a/n- this just slapped me in the face at 3 am and i had to finish the thoughts if it wasn’t so late i woulda been cackling at this

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m.d.luffy-

it was completely his idea and all his fault, they looked like normal brownies at the time how was he supposed to know?? he still thought they were good tho if we could think straight anyways

luffy would be uncharacteristically quiet when he’s high, you’ll only know he’s there when you hear him laughing with chopper and usopp cause holy shit a talking reindeer

he’ll just lay on his back on the deck in a starfish position giggling at literally nothing and it creeps the crew out

he’ll laugh at his devil fruit power too

“hey hey look im made outta rubber” cue usopp gasping for air in the background

sometimes he’ll just get really quiet and just think “why are there so many letters in wednesday…” there goes franky counting out the letters

they actually almost left him on the island cause he was so quiet

nami is sick of him randomly appearing in places just to drop his random shower thoughts “why is to, to and too is too but so, is so??”’

“luffy im trying to draw a map what the fuck”

usopp-

he just cannot stop laughing

he pointed at luffy on the deck and started laughing which caused luffy to laugh and they were both gasping for air over nothing

he has gotten scared by brook “HOLY SHIT A SKELETON???”

he just starts laughing at his plants for moving weirdly, and starts to ‘move’ with them

cannot take him nowhere literally everything is a joke, enemy fire? he’s laughing his ass off cause the canons look funny, marines?? also laughing his ass off cause they fr chose a bird as they logo come on now

he blacked out and swore he was in a completely different place but he was just on an island

makes fun of the crew with chopper and stops to process that he’s talking to a reindeer rn and just starts laughing

he also does stupid things on a whim too he set fire to the kitchen accidentally and sanji about killed him

the laughing made it worse cause well yea

chopper-

when i tell you he’s in a different dimension

he don’t even know what’s going on it hit him hard, y’all know that one ep where mable ate that candy and she was gone yea that’s him rn

he transforms into his guard point and swears on his mama that he flying

“im flying!!”

cue chopper rolling around the ship unintentionally chasing sanji around like a bolder

sanji almost cooked him up for emergency meat

has to take in the fact that he’s a reindeer “theres a talking reindeer?? WAIT IM THE REINDEER???”

forgets he can’t swim and dives into the water bc it’s apparently a sunny day even tho it could be storming

avoided death 15 times in one day

he says a string of curses and robin just looks and franky with a look that says “you taught him that didn’t you.”

swears he got locked outta his office and panics calls usopp to help but givin the situation he’s laughin at reindeer chopper

turns out he had to push and not pull and he was like “a door????? wait a damn minute”

[juliejoestar]

Loki ep 4 Spoiler

EVERYONE PLEASE RANT ABOUT THIS EPISODE

(Help, episode 4 is so sad and I want to kick the whole studio if they ruined it again)

UMMM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT MAKE THE NEXT EPISODE EVEN SADDER! I'VE BEEN CRYING FOR 10 MINUTES WHILE I WAS WATCHING EP 4 LIKE-

Anyways, I wonder what did Loki trying to tell/do to Sylvie before he got pruned- there is no fucking way that yk, Loki would kiss her— NONONONOOO only make them having a platonic relationship ONLY!

BTW, MOBIUS UNIRONICALLY LAUGHING AT LOKI BC OF HIM BEING NARCISSISTIC TO HIMSELF IS WHAT I LIKED THE MOST. MOBIUS LEGIT LAUGHIN’ AT THAT BHAHWBAHAHAVGWHS HE'S JEALOUS FR (besides, would you guys even expect Tom Hiddleston to kiss Owen Wilson eventhough Owen literally have childrens- it'll be so funny if Lokius/Wowki is canon)

The credit at the end was an absolute dream tbh- eventho I haven't read all the comics about these Lokis- (ALSO WTH IS THAT ALLIGATOR LOKI—?!)

I won't stfu if I saw Mobius having a mental breakdown somewhere.. (in a car-) I really hope Loki wanted to find Mobius (and probably Sylvie) or else..

OH HEY, I LOVE HUNTER B-15 BRO! I LEGIT CRY MORE OVER HER (PLEASE GIVE HER FREEDOM) *starts crying for 7th time*

I really¹⁰⁰ want to see Loki, Mobius, Sylvie and Hunter B-15 working together (WAIT WAIT I'M NOT SURE IF B-15 IS ALIVE HELP)

Aside from all of these, I literally cannot stop calling tHe TiMe KeEpErS, "sussy" like bro

I still cannot believe I saw Mobius got pruned like bitch, HOW DARE YOU I'VE BEEN WANTING TO SEE HIM FIGHTING TVA WITH LOKI TOGETHER

Also, jokes aside (wait no this is a joke) this scene reminds me of Killer Queen's bites the dust from jjba for no reason. AND I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE LADY SIF AGAIN BUT THEN.. I still don't remember what happened to her.. wait..

AND LASTLY, LET'S ALL HOPE WE SEE EPISODE 5 AS AN ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE (TOM YOU LITERALLY TOLD US TO BUCKLE UP FOR EP 4 & 5 AND HERE WE GO, GOIN ON A MASSIVE ROLLERCOASTER)

(tbh I want everyone to slap Renslayer-)

[doctorreids]

folklore - spencer reid x reader

CHAPTER FOUR - exile 

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a/n: so i thoroughly enjoyed writing this chapter so i hope you all enjoy! i’m the slightest bit worried that spencer is ooc but i’ll let myself lose sleep over that at some point. the donny hathaway song i’m referring to is this one - one of my favourite songs ever, so so so beautiful. reblogs, likes and comments are, as always very much appreciated - thank you for all the love so far x

“i can see you standin’ honey, with his arms around your body, laughin’ but the jokes not funny at all.”

It had been 3 months, 2 weeks, 3 days. He wishes he could recall the exact time but, for once in his life, he can’t.

There was life before Y/N and there was life with her, he never imagined that there would be a life without her; because if this is life…

The curse of having an eidetic memory is recalling every word, every glance, every silence, and every mistake. They filled his head every day, cacophonous and relentless.

He knows that 50% of couples break up then reconcile, he knows that this is more typical for unmarried couples to do. Yet, statistics do nothing to calm his frustration at himself. Statistics don’t tell him what he can do to fix what is broken.

There’s so much that he misses; her jumping at any chance to be with him, accompanying him to foreign film festivals, conventions, and anything he showed the slightest interest in. She would do anything for him, long before he ever called her his.

He’s still processing the depth of his loss. He had convinced himself for the first month that he could carry on and ignore the chilling cold of his bed at night or the loneliness of the subway journey home. By the second month, he could hardly look at himself. Now, three months on, the pain is so visceral, so real, that he cannot escape the crushing silence that surrounds him. No more quiet conversations on the jet, or laughter in the bullpen.

He wonders if her apartment feels just as empty as his.

He can’t help but let his mind wander to the conversation he overheard between Emily and Y/N in the bullpen - something about setting her up with a guy she knew from outside of work. He tried hard not to read into how reluctant she was accepting Emily’s offer or how defensive she looked when he went back to his desk.

What did he miss? Were there signs? Or did he, like he always did ignore the cracks as soon as they started to appear?

He didn’t want to think about someone else holding her, making her laugh, or being the reason for her smile.

It was dark outside, leaves littering the street, the rain pattering on his window. The sound of the occasional car passing by was the only sound that filled his apartment. Autumn was always his favourite season, it reminded him of change and growth, and when he first met her. It was cool that day, she was wrapped up in a royal blue knitted scarf and a soft brown worn coat - he swore to himself that he’d never seen anyone as beautiful before in his life.

He could barely focus on anything nowadays, from paperwork to books, everything was too difficult to confront. Sure, he’d been attending meetings, discussing his urges to numb himself from the world again. The beginning of his battle with addiction came before she did, it haunted him.

If he was being honest with himself, his addiction was the only thing he had fully confided in her.  She gave him all the understanding that, at times, his own chosen family didn’t give him. He didn’t resent them for it but it was frustrating.

He knew he immersed himself in work too often, the sea of paperwork and cases kept his head above the water that threatened to drown him. After all his years working for the BAU, he still didn’t know how to properly talk about what they witnessed. He tried to chalk it up to facts and probabilities, that evil exists in the world and all he can do is use what he knows to prevent it from happening again. But he couldn’t stop it from happening in the first place.

Despite how much responsibility he placed on his shoulders with his work, he questioned whether or not his career was what he really wanted. He’d promised he would find a cure for schizophrenia by the time he was thirty. Yet, here he is - alone, many a Ph.D. to his name but no overwhelming achievement.

He knew his first mistake was not telling her about how he was feeling. But he was angry, he didn’t know how to verbalise what was overwhelming him. Frustrated and choked up, he pushed her away. He kept telling himself that he felt suffocated, he was anxious that he would lose her to his job and he couldn’t prevent that. There was so much in his life that he couldn’t control.

His mother wasn’t improving, getting worse day by day, and all he could do was stand by and watch. He could write as many letters, call every day, and visit as often as he could but he couldn’t fix it. He couldn’t change what was happening.

He was surrounded by people he considered to be his family yet he felt alone. All the time. So, he pulled up his guard, plastered a smile on his face, and carried on. She would always go before him in his life, nothing could change that.

Work had been…tense. He knew from the start that the girls would be protective of her and he didn’t blame them - he knew that very next day when she didn’t reply to his texts or calls or when JJ told him to ‘give her space. His only other option was Derek and his advice wasn’t, at times, what he wanted to hear.

Derek told him to fix it actively but he wasn’t even sure what he was trying to fix. Himself or their relationship? Some big romantic gesture would win her back, he was told, but he knew she hated those. He tried bringing her favourite flowers, roses, but he would freeze up every time he got to her front door. By now, it wasn’t the season for roses and he was running out of options.

JJ, Emily, and Garcia never treated him any differently, he just felt exiled from their bullpen meet-ups. From the start, all he wanted was JJ’s advice. That night they all went out, he sat in her house with Henry, listening to him babble on about Aunt Y/N and Uncle Spencer.

He won’t ever forget the sad look JJ gave him when he left, underlying anger and bitterness in her voice when she bid him goodnight.

He can’t help but think that he had irreparably messed up.

“all this time, we always walked a very thin line.”

They always said that working together was more of a blessing than a curse, they were never without the other. They could read each other like the back of each other’s hand. Until one day, they couldn’t.

He wasn’t sure what switch flipped in his mind but his ability to be vulnerable with her and to open up completely was turned off. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find the words to express what was going on in his mind.

Then again, neither could she. That connection between them was lost, there was this impenetrable distance between them now.

He couldn’t get comfortable in his chair, his glass of whiskey sitting beside his growing stack of books. He kept trying to find room for them but he just couldn’t bring himself to put them away - it reminded him of her apartment; books scattered on different tables, never on the shelf. It was the only trace of her left in his apartment.

His pillow no longer smelt of her, sweet and fresh. Her toothbrush was no longer sitting by his sink nor her shampoo in his shower. He’d taken down the photos, they were too painful to look at almost every day. Yet, he still kept that scarf she had left at his apartment after one of their dates, the royal blue one. Her perfume was fading on that too.

“you’re not my homeland anymore, so what am i defending?”

She had been quiet the entire car journey home, exhaustion clearly written on her face. Her brow was furrowed in thought.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked softly.

A slight smile flickered across her face for a split second. It went as quickly as it came, she was angry.

“I just want to get us home in one piece, Spence,” she snapped, “can you let me do that?”

“Sure.”

She wasn’t just angry, she was pissed.

By the time they got back to his apartment, she was tired, cold, and frustrated with him. He was equally as tired but grateful to be with her, alive and well. His run-in with the unsub resulted in an overnight stay in the hospital and minor surgery. Well, he thought it was minor. She clearly didn’t.

She didn’t stop for tea the way they normally would nor did she bother to leave the light on for him in the bathroom. She just crawled into bed without a word spoken to him since they’d gotten back to his apartment. In all honesty, he thought she was just going to drop him off then go back to her own home. He was surprised that she didn’t.

Lifting the covers, he slid into bed as silently as he could as not to wake her.

“What you did was really stupid, you know that?”

She was awake. He should’ve guessed.

‘I know.”

She sighed, turning to face him, “Spencer, I know our jobs don’t exactly meet safety regulations but you can’t play the hero all the time. I had to tell myself a long time ago, that you can’t save everyone. I know you, Spence. You’re a good man, brave and you have more courage in you than literally every other man that I’ve ever met and I love you for it. But you can’t keep doing this to me, to us.”

“Doing what?”

“Scaring us all half to death. You don’t remember me holding your hand while we waited for the medics. You don’t remember Morgan telling me that you’d pull through. You didn’t get to see everyone’s faces in the waiting room. But I remember it all, I don’t think I’ll forget it.”

He was stunned into silence.

“I could only think of the worst. How was I going to be able to tell your mother? How was I supposed to carry on knowing,” her voice broke and his heart shattered, “that I would never get to hold you again, or hear one of your many facts, or be able to explain how much you mean to me.”

“But, you didn’t have to-“ he started.

“I know. You’re alive and I’m so grateful. But if you ever pull a stunt like that ever again…”

His smile was sad, “I won’t ever leave you. You’re my home. I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

“And you’re mine too.”

“i think i’ve seen this film before and i didn’t like the ending.”

The memory echoed in his mind. He thinks about what could have been, the family he pictured them having. He knew, even though it was unsaid, she wanted a little girl. He couldn’t lie and say that he wouldn’t want to see a miniature Y/N running around. He always wanted his own kids ever since Henry was born and something inside him changed when he saw you holding Henry for the first time.

He saw his future before him.

Or so he thought. His dream disappeared when he heard his front door slam that night. He would give anything to take that night back. Take back the things that were said, the things left unsaid, and go after her.

By now, he thought he was too late. He witnessed the most perfect, the most precious thing he had in his life play out like a Shakespearian tragedy on the big screen. His heartache played like a movie he had seen far too many times before.

Maybe they were doomed from the start, their ending determined by fate. Something he only ever believed in with her.

“You can’t save everyone.” He couldn’t even save himself. He thought he was kidding himself when he thought he could ever win her back, too much time had passed, too much distance.

There were oceans between them, and for too long he was too scared to start to cross the vast space.

He stared at his now empty whiskey glass and out onto the street - the rain was heavier now. He had no idea what time it was, it was late. He wonders if she’s still up. If she’s sitting in that chair by her window, like he is, thinking about him.

His whole body aches for her touch. He aches to tell her everything, to apologise and to tell her all the small little things that have happened since they last spoke. Like how that mug she used to always drink out of shattered when he was putting it back in the cupboard and how he cried because he couldn’t glue it back together. Or how he searched and searched for a new one but he couldn’t find it so he decided to not buy a new one, it couldn’t be replaced.

He would tell her that he listens to that Donny Hathaway song she used to always play in the car late at night. He’d like to think that she would be proud that he knows all the words - that he doesn’t just listen to Beethoven. Morgan told him to play a song over a boombox outside her window. He didn’t get the reference but he knew he would play that song.

He opened his wardrobe to pull out his pyjamas when it caught his eye. The scarf, a shimmer of glitter caught in the moonlight.

He knew what he had to do.

Grabbing his coat, keys, and the scarf, he opened his door and walked out into the night.

[hamanuelton]

my favorite parts of hamilton:

- “I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.”

- every time Leslie Odom Jr. as aaron burr begins another part with “how did a bastard, orphan-“ or like in that same way ‘cause he doesn’t always start it that way but you know what I mean

- the way Leslie Odom Jr. as My Boi Burr™️ says “well, the world got around, they said, ‘this kid is insane, man!’”

- also when Leslie Odom Jr. as A. Burr says

“WHAT’S YOUR NAME, MAN?!”

- “our man saw his future drip-dripping down the drain, a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain”

- “Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait, just you wait...”

- background “just you wait, just you wait”’s as hammy’s putting on a new jacket and ensemble is praising nyc

- “and me? i’m the damn fool that shot him.”

- “Burr, sir” + the continuation of this all throughout

- “If you talk you’re gonna get shot” / FORESHADOWING WOOOEEEEWOOOOO

- “i’m John Laurens in the place to be”

- Lafayette’s fuckinf accent

- “BRRRAH! BRRAAAH! HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT”

- “if you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for”

- “‘Onarchy?”

- hey, yo, i’m just like my country, i’m young, scrappy, and hungry—

- the way Odom Leslie Jr. as The Hamburrglar™️ says ‘shot’ and they all take a shot

- this ⤵️

- Hammy getting //flustered// about friendship

- WHEN ARE THESE COLONIES GONNA RISE UP

- Angelica’s face when Burr is tryna tell her bout herself and she shows him up and ships him out

- Act 1: 6. Farmer Refuted

- honorable mention: “my dog speaks more eloquently than thee!" "but strangely, your mange is the same." "is he in jersey?”

- King George pouting

- Jonathan Groff’s overarticulation of each syllable as King George is a work of art

- “♪ Da-da-da-dat-da-dat-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪ Da-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪

- “Everybody! —“

- “We keep meeting.”

- “i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. when’s it gonna get me? in my sleep? seven feet ahead of me?”

- “See, I never thought I’d live past twenty.”

- “this is not a moment, it’s the movement”

- “I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow!”

- “dying is easy, young man, living is harder!”

- “i’m being honest. i’m working with a third of what our Congress promised.”

- “you need all the help you can get. i have some friends. Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, okay, what else?” — “we’ll need some spies on the inside, some king’s men who might let some things slide.”

- “watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother be seated at the right hand of the father.”

- “Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him” — “That’s true.”

- “Yo, if your marry a sister, you’re rich, son!” — “Is it a question of ‘if’, Burr, or which one?” and then the little ‘hey’ ‘hey’ thing they do gets me every time

- literally the use of yo throughout the production fucking gets me every single fucking time

- “i’m writin’ a letter nightly. now my life gets better, every letter that you write me. — THE PURE UNBRIDLED SENSE OF FORESHADOWING IN “laughin’ at my sister, cuz she wants to form a harem” — ft. “i’m just sayin’, if you really loved me, you would share him!”

- the irony in “Eliza, i don’t have a dollar to my name”, you’ll be on the $10 bill, my man

- top-notch brain

- Angelica TRIED TO TAKE A BITE OF ME

- the way Anthony Ramos as John Laurens says “alright, alright. that’s what i’m talkin’ about!” and also the face that he makes

- hunger-pang frame

- “You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied.” — “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. You forget yourself.” — “You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.” — “Is that right?” — “I have never been satisfied.” — “My name is Angelica Schuyler.” — “Alexander Hamilton.” — “Where’s your fam’ly from?” — “Unimportant. There’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait, just you wait...”

- tbh the way ‘Schuyler’ is spelled is oddly satisfying to me

- honestly just the way LMM says Alexander Hamilton+/ my name is Alexander Hamilton, and there’s a million things i haven’t done, ‘just you wait, just you wait...’ throughout the production

- “i’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in new york city is insidious”

- “You are the worst, Burr.”

- Act 1: 12. The Story of Tonight (Reprise)

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes”

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep living anyway. we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. and if there’s a reason i’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died—“

- “Chick-a-plao!”

- the way they say ‘raise a glass’ is both elegant and (appropriately) reverent

- “i go back to new york and my apprenticeship” — i shouted MY BOI HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT DID NOT JUST SAY THAT, IF HE ACTUALLY LEFT AND ISN’T JUST UNDERCOVER OR SOME SHIT IMMA WRITE LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER

- the minute General Charles Les came into the picture i hated him so hard, even though his literal first word was ‘Whee!!!!’, though i can appreciate the sentiment and what LMM was tryna do there

- “Washington cannot be left to his devices indescisive, from crisis to crisis” — sweet baby jesus that alliteration, and jon rua totally pulled it off (i hate General Charles Lee not the person who played him, i can also appreciate the fact that as an actor it takes a lot of talent to be able to make you hate a character so easily, also shoutout to Jonathan Groff as King Georgey-Boy™️, Sydney James Harcourt as james reynolds, and the general way LMM somehow made me fed up/turn on Alexander with the whole scene with him and Maria Reynolds — and not only that but somehow redeemed himself to me which is easier said than done for characters and people alike.. i’ve been hurt too much to play like that.

- Act 1: 15. Ten Duel Commandments

- honorable mention: “if you don’t reach peace, that’s alright. time to get some pistols and a doctor on site. you pay him in advance, you treat him with civility. you have him turn around so he can have deniability.”

- Act 1: 17. That Would Be Enough

- honorable mention: the melody that LMM went with for that turn of phraseis a truly beautiful thing

- “Immigrants:” — “We get the job done.”

- THE FACT THAT MY MAIN MAN HERCULE MULLIGAN WAS ON THE INSIDE NOT ONLY DID I CALL IT BUT DAMN HE REALLY GOT THAT GOOD HOT TRIBUTE HE DESERVED

- “To my brother’s a revolutionary covenant! I’m runnin’ with the sons of liberty and I am lovin’ it! See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians. We’re in the shit now, somebody gotta shovel it! Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction, when you knock me down I get the fuck back up again!”

- Act 1: 21. What Comes Next

- honorable mention: “i’m so blue” — the little squat that Groffsauce does as the light turns blue really got to me

- Act 1: 22. Dear Theodosia

- Leslie Odom Jr.’s voice is so ding dang delightfully airy

- honorable mention: “You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart.”

- Act 1: 23. Non-Stop

- as someone with siblings i can appreciate that they’re bickering like that’s just what they are

- “I was chosen for the constitutional convention! *squeal*”

- “Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed for the notion of a nation we now get to build. For once in your life, take a stand with pride. I don’t understand how you stand to the side.”

- Act 2: 1. What’d I Miss?

- honorable mention: “But the sun comes up and the world still spins.”

- Act 2: 2. Cabinet Battle #1

- honorable mention: “DOIN’ WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS YOU DO IN MONTICELLO!”

- tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

- “Daddy, daddy, look.... My name is Philip. I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned nine. You can write rhymes but you can’t write mine.” - “What!” - “I practice French and play piano with my mother.” — “Uh-huh!” — “I have a sister but I want a little brother.” — “Okay!” — “My daddy’s trying to start America’s bank. Un deux trois quatre cinq!” — “Bravo!” — “Hey, our kid is pretty great.”

- as much as i hate Act 2: 4. Say No To This (because for some reason i though Alexander Hamilton was better than that) Jasmine Cephas Jones sings in it is like a hot knife through butter — namely; “My husband’s doin’ me wrong beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me...”... I guess maybe I understand it ‘cause damn Jasmine Cephas Jones is so ding dang pretty and ding dang talented and wow what a remarkable person

- the way that Lin says “And her body’s saying, ‘hell, yes’ is um.. 😓

- “You see, that was my wife you decided to” — “Fuuuu—“

- Act 2: 5. The Room Where It Happens

- honorable mention: “Bros.”

- “Talk less. Smile more.” LMM being a dramatic bastard

- Act 2: 6. Schuyler Defeated

- Act 2: 7. Cabinet Battle #2

- “revolution is messy but now is the time to stand."

- honorable mention: “Ooh!!”

- “We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket. Would you like to take it out and ask it? ‘Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’ head?’ ‘Uh... do whatever you want, I’m super dead.’”

- Thomas Jefferson all like “but sir do we not fight for freedom” MY BAD SIR YOU ARE A SLAVE-OWNER HOW ABOUT YOU NOT

- mentioning Lafayette because apparently LMM has no problem with breaking the fourth wall

- “Daddy’s calling.”

- “I’m in the cabinet. I am complicit in watching him grabbin’ at power and kiss it. If Washington isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents, this is the difference. This kid is out!”

- “Southern motherfuckin’ Democratic-Republicans!”

- “The emperor has no clothes.”

- “Sir, I don’t know what you heard but whatever it is Jefferson started it.” — “Thomas Jefferson resigned this morning.” — “You’re kidding.” — “I need a favor.” — “Whatever you say, sir, Jefferson will pay for his behavior.” — “I’ll use the press. I’ll write under a pseudonym, you’ll see what I can do to him—“ — “Yes! He resigned you can finally speak your mind!” — “Ha. Good luck defeating you, sir.” - “I’m sorry, what?”

- Act 2: 10. I Know Him

- “—Vice President.” — “— No more Mr. Nice President.”

- “Sit down, John, you fat motherf—“

- Act 2: 12. We Know

- honorable mention: “You see that was my wife you decided to—“ — “WHAT—“

- Act 2: 13. Hurricane

- Act 2: 14. The Reynolds Pamphlet

- honorable mention: *DEEP VOICE* “DAMN”

- Act 2: 15. Burn

- i’ll be the first to say i wasn’t a huge fan of Eliza at first aside from Phillipa Soo’s killer voice

- this gave me a lot of respect for her

- honorable mention: “You have married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun.”

- Act 2: 16. Blow Us All Away

- i would like to point out that tweet where someone @‘s LMM about not mentioning Philip’s hot and he responds “I’M FAIRLY F**CKING SURE I DID”, y’know ⤵️

- “The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops.”

- “God, you’re a fox.”

- Act 2: 17. Stay Alive (Reprise)

- The ‘I know, I know. Shh.’ and the full circle back to his mom teaching him french on the piano really got to me for the beautiful artistry in it but also damn them feels

- Act 2: 18. It’s Quiet Uptown

- “I spend hours in the garden. I walk alone to the store and it’s quiet uptown. I never liked the quiet before. I take the children to church on Sunday, a sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before.”

- “Philip, you would like it uptown. It’s quiet uptown.”

- “You knock me out, I fall apart.”

- “Eliza, do you like it uptown? It’s quiet uptown.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is suffering too terrible to name. You hold your child as tight as you can and push away the unimaginable. The moments when you’re in so deep it feels easier to just swim down.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is a grace too powerful to name. We push away what we can never understand. We push away the unimaginable.”

- “Can you imagine?”

- Act 2: 19. The Election of 1800

- honorable mention: “And they say I’m a Francophile: at least they know I know where France is!”

- “You used to work on the same staff” — “Whaaaat.”

- “Honestly, it’s kind of draining.” — “Burr...” — “Sir!” — “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?” — “No. I’m chasing what I want. And you know what?” — “What?” — “I learned that from you.” / this moment made the blow that he voted for Jefferson like a damn hole in my chest and i actually really felt for Burr. i get Hammy’s reluctance, i think if anything he was hoping voting for Jefferson would give Burr the chance to have experience as VP and then the next election he might vote for him then depending

- Act 2: 20. Your Obedient Servant

- A. Burr

- A. Ham

- “I just need to write something down.” / really resonated as one of the last things they showed him doing before going off to the duel, his life really was writing and that was the perfect way to say that in a very subtle sort of way. i really appreciate it artistically, whether it was intentionally so or not.

- Act 2: 22. The World Was Wide Enough

- okay but first of all i would like to comment on the fact that Ariana DeBose PLAYS THE GODDAMN BULLET, I JUST

- THE FACT THAT THE BULLET HAS A PART

- “This man will not make an orphan of my daughter.” / this made me really sympathize with Burr, as well as when he tries to go towards Hamilton (at least in the play but I sincerely hope that was historically accurate) / but also that fact that Theodosia Burr was lost at sea at 29 makes me sad because Hamilton’s life was taken to give her one and then she just up and disappears in a freak accident

- Act 2: 23. Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

- the orphanage got to me

- i loved that he (LMM) didn’t end it with himself or anything

- he let Phillipa Soo tear my heart out

- it killed me but i died quite happily

- and really what more could you ask for.

[lu-undy]

A-Another one?😌😣❤️ There's days in which Sniper feels confident and talkative. They are strange days, but still, they happen. He talks, a lot compared to normal days. And talking that much leads to being flirty with Spy, instead of the other way. And this leads to flirtying fights. Who would win? 🤔 -❤️🐑

Alright, I hope this checks out. It is now 4am to me and I enjoyed writing this maybe a bit too much. ^^

The Frenchman recalled the events at the end of dinner. Through the racket of the cutlery on the plates, one of his colleagues had been particularly more talkative than usual; and thank God it wasn’t Scout.

“Did I tell you about the time I lost my parents chickens at the market?”

“You did what?” Spy asked, thinking his misheard or misunderstood. “Is this an expression in English that I’m not aware of or should I understand it literally?”

Sniper laughed and wiped his mouth.

“Nah mate, I’m bein’ serious. So, picture this, we were out on the marketplace with my parents cause obviously, it was market day and my parents bein’ farmers… Y’know, it’s a big day. But here’s the thing…”

Spy listened while eating his yoghurt, a smile on his lips.

“... They had left the truck’s keys with me and asked me to keep my eye on it while they settled out tables and stuff. So I thought to meself, alroight, why not open the truck and get the cages with the chickens out.”

“How old were you?”

“I don’t know, about 12 or somethin’. So yeah, I opened the back of the truck and started unloading the cages. Thing is, I hadn’t anticipated they’d be that bloody heavy. So I lifted the first one, my jacket got caught up in the lock on a second one, I tried to move it, ended up tumbling like a rock down a hill and falling!”

“Oh, it must have hurt..!” Spy chuckled. 

“The cage in my arms obviously escaped my hands and its door broke, the chickens spilled everywhere, cacklin’ as they darted off!”

Spy could hardly contain his laughter. He hunched his back and hid his face in his hand as he laughed, catching his breath in short snorts.

“How many chickens did you lose?” Spy asked, trying to calm down and catch his breath.

“That’s only a dozen between the two cages. But wait for it, wait for it!”

The kitchen had emptied meanwhile and it was only the two of them still at the table, under the light bulb. It was Sniper’s turn to wash the dishes so there was nowhere he was going until he had been done that.

“Here’s the craziest thing! I was there in the truck, covered in bruises, I had no idea what to do!”

“That’s terrible, Sniper, absolutely dreadful!” Spy was holding his sides and Sniper had joined him in the laughter.

“Oh, Lord, Spook,” The Australian put his arm on the back of Spy’s chair. “And I thought when my parents find out about it, they’d kill me for it. So I put a hand on my face and that’s when I realised I was covered in bruises, blood dripping off the cuts and scratches the chickens left. And it hit me! I got a brilliant idea!”

“What in the name of God did you think about…?” Spy leaned his head back on his friend’s arm. He raised his eyes to Sniper and the latter looked down at him. Oh that sight… Those light blue eyes, eyelids half-closed and their attention fully devoted to the Australian. Sniper loved it more than he could say. He raised his eyes to the door and saw that the door was closed.

Sniper smirked and raised a devious eyebrow.

“I won’t tell you what happened next.”

“What?!” The Frenchman straightened his back and head right away. He frowned when he saw his friend’s smile widen.

Sniper closed his arm around Spy’s arm and pulled him closer. 

“I’ll do it like Shereherazade. Y’know what she did, that sheila? It’s in the One Thousand and One Nights. The Prince or whatever married her but she knew he’d kill her the next morning cause that’s what he’d done with the previous tons of sheilas he’d slept with. So she told him the beginning of a story and stopped right before the best bit. She’d tell him the rest the next day. And then she kept on saying that, night after night, that’s how she survived!”

“I didn’t know you were familiar with the story.”

Sniper wiggled his eyebrows proudly.

“Oh but I am. You’re the only bloke with some fancy bits and bobs in his head, eh?

“Do remind me though, how was she called that princess?”

“Shereherazade or somethin’.”

“Pfffhahaha!” Spy burst out laughing, holding his sides harder.

Sniper frowned. 

“What the hell’re you laughin’ at?”

“It’s Scheherazade, or in Arabic, Sharhazad, not the nonsense you just invented!”

Sniper’s eyebrows jumped. He didn’t know his colleague could speak Arabic...

“Ooh, look at you, gettin’ clever in Arabic, eh?” Sniper tapped the tip of his friend’s nose with his index finger playfully and Spy pulled his nose with a smile. “You really are like a cat.”

“What?!”

“You’re arrogant, but deep down, you love the attention.”

“I cannot complain. But tell me, Scheherazade-who-shsoots-heads-from-far-away, what shall I do for you to finish your story, hm? And please don’t tell me I have to wait for the next night!”

“Oh no, you won’t…”Sniper’s face got even closer to the Frenchman. “Not when you’re bein’ like that.” He whispered and given his hoarse voice, it almost sounded like a growl. Spy couldn’t hide his pleasure and smirked. He looked Sniper straight the eye.

“Not when I’m like what exactly, hm? Pray explain.”

“Oh you bloody know what I mean.”

Spy’s smile widened. Their faces were a few inches apart and they could just about breath each other’s air. Both felt the thrill and the tension of it.

“Tell you what, Spook: I’ll wash the dishes and then pop to your room.”

Sniper stood up and rolled up his sleeves. The Frenchman stood up too and headed for the door.

“Will you tell me what you did with your parents’ chickens then?”

“Yeah, we’ll see!” He answered loudly before murmuring to himself “As if that’s what’s your lookin’ for…” Sniper started the tap and got on with the dishes.

Spy walked back silently towards his friend and, pushing himself to the tip of his toes, he put his hands on Sniper’s shoulders suddenly.

“Huh?!” The tall man got startled and gasped.

“You’d better tell me the end of that story and not leave me hanging like that, Bushman…!” Spy threateningly whispered down his friend’s neck, from behind.

“Oh you…!” The Australian grabbed the nearby hand towel and turned to slap Spy with it.”You scared me, I thought you were gone already! Bugger off!” 

Spy dodged the towel easily.

“What if I stayed and didn’t bugger off…?”

Sniper leapt at him with the towel in his hand, to try and slap him again, but Spy darted away faster, giggling as he saw his provoking of his friend had the intended effect.

“Tsss, bloody Spies, I swear…”

Half an hour later or so, Spy got out of the shower. He put on his bathrobe and combed his hair back. He liked it particularly when Sniper was having one of those days. It didn’t happen very often, but what a delight. He would be more talkative, share more of himself with his colleague. And it seemed to be only with him, which flattered Spy beyond what he could imagine.

As soon as he finished lacing the bathrobe belt around his waist, a knock on the door resounded. Spy put on his mask. He knew who was coming and so he opened the door, paying attention to still hide behind it, not for anyone else to see him in his bathrobe. He quickly shut the door and Sniper turned to face him.

“Been waitin’ fer me, I see?” The Australian raised a devious eyebrow as he eyed the Frenchman from his bare feet, slim legs, all the way up to his chest, his neck and his face.

“You wish…” Spy arrogantly replied and turned his back to head to the sofa. 

But it wouldn’t do for Sniper. The Australian leapt in and grabbed the only thing he could, which turned out to be the bathrobe belt. It slid out of the rings around the Frenchman’s wait and the bathrobe pans flew open.

Spy froze, his back still to the Australian. Sniper was confused, the belt in his hand, at the crossroad between two very opposite emotions. On one hand, he wanted to apologise profusely, turn on his heels and leave, but on the other hand… 

The Frenchman looked down and back up. 

“Well, this seems very unfair, Sniper.” Spy’s voice purred as he turned, holding his bathrobe closed with his arms crossed on his chest. He took the step that separated him from his taller friend and stuck himself to Sniper’s chest, holding on to his shirt collar.

Sniper saw it in Spy’s eyes. The Frenchman was asking him to not apologise, and to be honest, he didn’t want either. 

“Go on,” Sniper opened his arms left and right. “Make it even then.”

Spy’s eyes shone brighter as his pupils dilated. The Australian giggled. 

“You’re really nothin’ but a cat, Spook, you purr when you’re in a good mood.”

“And you growl, what does that make you…?”

“I’ll show you when we get fair and equal. Although, I have to say, Spook.”

The brown hat and the sleeveless jacket were on the floor already. Spy had unbuttoned the polo shirt slowly, taking the time to enjoy every moment but stopped sharp and looked up.

“To really be level, I’ll need that mask o’yours… off.”

Spy raised an eyebrow. 

“Ambitious…” He pulled the polo shirt up and removed it. “I’ll tell you what, come back more often for this, and I might.” He winked at the Australian.

“Playin’ the Sheherazade trick on me? You can’t do that!”

Spy chuckled.

“I can and watch me, I will.”

Soon, the rest of the Australian’s clothes would fall, but before that, Sniper had put his hands on Spy’s sides and what a sigh the Frenchman let out… The tall man had to bend down and kiss him right there and right then. Needless to say, the night of sleep was short.

[dreamthinkimagine]

Laughter Is The Best Medicine

@thatkourtnichik

It was a complete and utter secret to anyone outside of the Enterprise, but once every year, there was a Spirit Week...and it was this week.

Sunday was Supehero Sunday and everyone dressed as their favorite superhero (they dressed up as each other.) Monday was Mischeif Monday and everyone ended up getting pranked (it was much to Bones’ chagrin when he screamed after finding what he thought was a real spider on top of his hand- held scanner .) Tuesday was Tacky Tuesday; where everyone showed up to work in the tackiest of outfits (Scotty wore his uniform and just rubbed oil and black powder on himself and said that he was, “the tackiest thing in the world-an engineer who doesn’t know what he’s doing.”) Wednesday was Whimsical Wednesday; everyone was very playful (Kirk enjoyed the amusing scene of people trying to be playful with Spock and him not knowing how to respond.) Thursday was Thumb Appreciation Thursday (Chekov even went so far as to walk around sporting a huge thumb costume and no one knew how or where he got it and yes Thumb Appreciation Day is a real thing thank you very much.) Friday was Fishy Friday; the food synthesizer was rigged to only bring up seafood or fish-themed candy for those who couldn’t have seafood (Uhura and Sulu just feasted on candy that day, even though they could both have seafood.) 

Now it was Century Saturday (Jim knew that that wasn’t an alliteration, but by the time he thought of what to do for Saturday, he was too tired to think straight. The idea was to dress in a style that reflected any part of any past century, not the twenty-third.  However, no one was prepared for both Spock and McCoy to both dress up as someone from the 1980′s.

“I can!”

“Doctor, I can assure you, it cannot be done.”

“He’s got a point, Bones.”

“Shut up! I can!”

“Doctor, the odds are astronomical. No human can finish a Rubik’s Cube before a Vulcan.” Bones clutched the cube-shaped puzzle in his hand.

“Let’s draw,” he challenged. This time, Spock clutched his own cube. Jim, who was dressed as Fonzie, got out his PADD and set the timer. 

“GO!” Jim shouted and they were off. All Jim could see were his two best friends, with two colorful blurs which used to be their mathematical toys, in an all out Rubik’s Cube Battle. He knew Spock would win. Who would ever dare to challenge a Vulcan to a battle of wits? McCoy would. Only McCoy.

Spock placed his cube down on the table completely solved. Jim stopped the timer. Eleven seconds. McCoy had the orange side solved...

“Astronomical, Doctor,” Spock repeated. McCoy stared in amazement at the solved puzzle.

“You green-blooded...”

“You can’t beat a Vulcan, Bones. ” Jim said smugly. 

“And why are you takin’ the hobgoblin’s side.”

“I’m not, “Jim said. “It’s just that Vulcan intelligence is superior to mans’. Well, at least Spock’s is. Statistically, there was a big chance of you losing.”

“Correct, Captain.”

“You’ve been hangin’ out with that Vulcan for too long and far too often,” McCoy said shocked at how much Jim sounded like Spock right now.

“Now, Bones,” Jim said. “Mr. Spock is my First Officer. It’s only logical that-”

“I can’t believe this,” Bones interrupted. “You’re becoming Vulcan!”

“I’m not becoming Vulcan. Do you see my ears? Their normal. So are my eyebrows and haircut. No offense Spock.” Spock did not seem offended at all. What Jim had said was true. His eyebrows, haircut and ears were in fact different than the rest of the crews’.

“You’re becoming Vulcan on the inside, Jim.” 

“A most fortunate thing, Doctor,” Spock said.

“I’m fixing our Captain.” Bones said.

“And how will you be ‘fixing’ me from ‘becoming a Vulcan’, Bones?”

“The only way I know how.” Jim’s eyes widened; he knew what was coming. He began to back up.

“Now, now, Jim,” Bones slowly crept toward him. “Why are you trying to get away?” He tackled Jim to the ground and pinned his hands below his knees. “You know what they say...laughter is the best medicine.” He dug into his tummy and Jim bolted up with a wide smile on his face as he laughed. “Feelin’ any less Vulcan yet?” Bones asked as he pinched the sides of his Captain’s belly which caused Jim to fall back down onto the floor.

“B-Bones! Stohohop!” Bones ignored Jim and moved up to his neck. Since Jim’s hands were pinned, he couldn’t use his shoulders to try to block’s Bones from his sensitive neck, so instead, he shook his head back and forth as giggles flew out of his mouth. His giggles became louder as Bones gently poked at his collar bones. “Dohohohohon’t!” 

“Care to help, Mr. Spock?” Bones happily asked. “Might as well, he’s already laughin’.” Jim didn’t know what Bones meant by that, but he couldn’t focus on it because Spock started to make his way over to “help out.”

Bones used his hands to keep Jim pinned as he got off his hands to give them to Spock who took them and pinned them above his head. 

“Noho,” Jim whined when the tickling stopped temporarily. “Spock.” Spock began to gently skate his fingertips in the hallows of Jim’s armpits. Jim howled and occasionally snorted, which made Bones laugh. 

As if things weren’t bad, and by “bad” Jim meant “good”, enough Bones attacked his knees. He scratched the backs, the caps, the sides and right above the knees on both knees. At the same time. 

Bones could tell that Jim was close to going insane, so he thought that he would finish up.

“Almost done, Jim. Just one more thing.” Spock stopped his movements and watched Bones. It took everything in Spock to not grin as the Doctor moved to Jim’s hips. 

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Jim screamed as Bones scratched his fingers against the skin that covered his hipbones. “NOHOHO! DOHOHOHON’T!!” Jim cried out when Bones began to drill his fingers. He bucked and twisted and did everything in his power to get away; but his arms were pinned by a Vulcan and Vulcans were three times stronger than humans. Jim wasn’t going anywhere. 

Spock looked down at Jim laughing and knew that Jim was truly, purely happy. He wiggled his fingers against Jim’s ears, and once again, Jim tossed his head back and forth.

Spock stopped at the same time Bones did. Jim laid on the ground and breathed heavily to catch his breath with a smile still glued onto his face.

“The procedure was successful,” Bones announced. Jim looked up at him. “Mr. Spock and I have literally tickled the Vulcan out of you.” 

“Thanks,” Jim said as he stood up. “Good night.” As Jim left for bed, he was happy. The happiest he’d been in a week. 

“Well, Mr. Spock, I win.” Jim did not know this, but Spock and Bones had seen the exhaustion in the Captain that no one else could. Jim was responsible for everything in Spirit Week. The creation, the organization, the themes, even the food synthesizer. They knew they had to do something about it to help their friend, so they made a bet - who could make Jim laugh first? Since Bones won, Spock now had to wear Chekov’s thumb costume all day tomorrow; Jim would laugh with them again. And Spock was OK with that.

[hbdaiden-blog]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YA OCTOBER PUMPKIN

uhm, technically it’s your birthday THERE, but here it isn’t quite yet. i just wanted to get it right. anyway, i just wanted to keep this quite brief because i could go on and on but i wanted to say i am very proud of the person you are (even though i had no part in raising you lol) and i’m so happy to have been friends with you not only through your graduation and big adventure into college, but for pretty much a full year now! my days have been brighter after some of our conversations, and i’m so happy to have met someone who lives far away from me but still feels close in spirit! if that makes sense? you’re extremely easy to talk to about serious and non serious things, have great music taste, you’re creative and nice as fuck! and you’re extremely caring and kind.  i cannot express how many times i have needed a little pick me up and you’ve had me laughin my ass off at the end of it all. you’ve made nothing but a positive impact on my life and i just wanted you to know that i am glad you are alive and healthy and getting older! and that you’re on this earth to give other people the experience of you, bc it’s a great one. keep up with the nerdin about, being logical and open minded, and at the same time extremely funny and empathetic! all good things to be mixed together in my book. i will always remember and cherish you as a friend and as a person, and always always wish the best for you and nothing but endless happiness and goodness in your life! god knows you deserve it. 

i think you’ll make a big impact and do wonderful things with whatever you choose to do in life, and your path is going to make a good impact because that’s just you. you’re a literal ray of sunshine and angel and i say that all the time but it is true! 

anyway, at the risk of being extra gay, i’ll stop here. :) i hope you’re partying it up and having a blast ... even though you have school tomorrow probably, and don’t get too wasted. i’ll worry.  hugs, your mom.

kidding, from phi. :)