#when you think about it

[waningscorpio]

every big emotional plot point with Buck for the last 2 seasons have almost always been centered around Tommy huh.

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

Just try not to think about how Arthur was probably waiting around for Merlin to join him in whatever you classify as heaven, and Merlin waiting around for Arthur to join him back on earth.

Both of them just waiting patiently, only for the other to never come.

[ohkate]

Doing time.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

"We need cash." Two, Soda, Steve, Dallas, Pony, 'n Johnny crowd the living room in a loose circle like mourners at a funeral. Between them, the shattered, stacked, 'n swept together corpse of what had once been their TV.

"We? Ain't my fault it's broken." Dallas kicks at a shard of glass 'n Pony narrows his eyes at him. "Blame it on the kid 'n call it a night."

"Hey!" Pony stomps a foot before he can catch himself, crosses his arms. "It wasn't me!"

Steve scoffs, rolls his eyes. Pony's face darkens murderously. "Was too."

"No, it was not! You were the one who fuckin' threw me!" Soda 'n Two's eyes ping pong back 'n fourth between the two of them.

"Did not! 'N if I did it was only 'cause you started the fight."

"Bullshit!" Pony's voice hits a shrill high note 'n Steve smirks at him, self-satisfied. "I only started it 'cause you were fuckin' callin' me names you asshole."

"Well, I wouldn't have been callin' you names if you hadn't been actin' like a brat." Pony lets out an indignant wail 'n Soda has to fly across the group to snag him by the waist so he doesn't start right back up again.

"Ok, ok. Enough you two." Pony writhes around like a fish on a hook for another moment before Soda jabs him in the ribs 'n he howls but stops fightin'. "This isn't solvin' our problems."

"I don't see how this is an us problem." Dallas tries again, hooks an arm around Johnny's shoulder 'n pulls him close. "I just got here, Johnny wasn't involved, 'n neither was Two. Soda bites the bullet for not stoppin' 'em 'n Darry can string the idiots up as he so pleases. What's the problem?"

Steve 'n Pony both turn on him, united for the first time that afternoon, fingers pointed 'n accusin'. "'Cause Two was bettin' on us-"

"Hey! Look, all's fair 'n love 'n war or whatever they say. Nobody asked ya to start rumblin' in the livin' room of all places."

"Yeah, 'n Darry'll love to hear that." Steve grabs his hip, wags a finger in a pretty damn passin' imitation of Darry. "Two-Bit Mathews you're how old now? Glory God almighty when are you gonna get any sense- OW!" Steve hollers at the comic Two's rolled up 'n thumped him over the head with.

"Ok, Ok fine. But I wasn't fuckin' bettin' against myself!" Two glares pointedly at Soda who rocks back 'n forth on his heels, suddenly findin' the floor real interestin'.

"Soda!" Steve stops nursin' his head to glare at Soda with wide eyes.

"Hey! Look! I'm sorry!" He blinks, tries his best tip-earnin' grin. "It was all on you, Stevie."

"SODA!" Pony whips on him quick as quick, quiverin' with as much indignance 'n outrage a fourteen-year-old can manage. Soda swallows back a snort, grabs Pony's face in his hands. "I'm sorry-"

"Well. Tough shit for y'all. But I don't see what this has to do with me or Johnny 'n I'm of the mind to beat it before Darry gets home 'n raises hell."

"Uh, Dal." Johnny clears his throat 'n tries to ignore the pointed stares of the rest of the gang hot on his face, runs a hand up the back of his neck, blows out a long breath. "IhadfiftycentsonPonyboy."

"Johnny!" Dallas drops him but doesn't sound half as annoyed as he does impressed.

"Well at least someone was in my corner-" Pony shoots Soda an aggravated glance 'n Soda throws his hands up placatingly.

"Yeah, speakin' of which." Two whips his hand out, palm up, 'n makes a grabbin' motion. Both Soda 'n Johnny huff but reach in their pockets 'n pull out quarters, dumpin' into Two's waitin' hands. He hoots his laughter 'n shoves the dollars' worth of change into his pants.

"Wait, who were you bettin' on Two?" Steve crosses his arms at the same time Pony plunks his hands on his hips, both glarin' accusingly.

"Me? I wasn't playin' for neither of ya! I bet y'all were gonna break somethin'!" Two cracks himself up, howlin'. It doesn't last for long 'n Pony 'n Steve turn succinctly on him, draggin' him down to the floor 'n landin' jabs wherever they can reach.

"Good lord. Well, y'all have fun with that one. I'm peelin' outta here."

"Oh no you don't." Soda catches one hand deftly in the collar of Dallas' jacket as he turns to leave, hefts him back. "You even think about wormin' outta this I'll tell Darry about that time you smoked all that pot 'n threw up 'n I had to carry a bowl a soup down to Buck's for your scrawny ass."

"Yeah, or that time you got picked up for shopliftin' 'n when the cops called I picked up the phone 'n never told Dar." Steve pauses in his onslaught of Two-Bit to throw his hat in the ring. The moment he's not focused Two wriggles out, flips him easily onto his back.

"Or that one time with Tim-"

"OK. Goddamn! No wonder Darry's goin' grey. Y'all are enough to send a man to an early grave." Dallas scowls 'n throw his hands up, shakin' Soda off. "So what now?"

"Now we need cash." Two says plaintively 'n they all stare down at the wreckage again.

"Ok. Thanks, genius." Steve rolls his eyes, clambers back to his feet, offers Pony his hand 'n hauls him up. "What are we lookin' at here? Like what? Twenty bucks?"

"Twenty bucks? Steve, what world do you live on where a TV is twenty goddamn bucks?" Dallas toes at the the box 'n it sparks. "Jesus Christ, none of you unplugged it? Hurry up 'n yank the plug out before we gotta by Dar a new house too."

Both Soda 'n Johnny dive for the cord 'n Johnny pulls up at the last second so they don't crack their heads together.

"So what, like fifty?" Pony 'n Soda exchange a glance, avert their eyes.

"Uh, try more like eighty, man." Soda plops down on his ass, looks desolately at the hunk of plastic 'n glass again.

"EIGHTY? Guys. We're dead. More than dead. Dar's gonna kill us, bury us, 'n then dig us back up again." Steve chews at his thumbnail, paces quick back 'n forth.

"Naw, Steve. Be realistic." Two grins, stuffs his hands into his pockets. "He'd never go through all that work for us. I think just killin' us the first time around'll do it."

Pony groans, presses both his palms into his eyes 'n collapses back into the armchair. "Not funny, Two."

"Aw, not even a lil-" He's cut off by the throw pillow Steve beams at his head, hittin' him square in the face.

"Man focus. We got cash, right?" Dallas refocuses the room, looks at them each in turn. The silence is answer enough, the celin', floor, 'n walls becomin' real fascinatin'. "Man, y'all've got to be jokin'. Steve, don't you have some money from the DX or your da put away?"

"Uh, well, no. Not really. Kinda, uh, lost it. All." He twiddles the bottom of his vest between his fingers, refuses to look up.

"Whatta ya mean lost it?"

"Look you lose one goddamn drag 'n suddenly everyone's crawlin' up your ass! How was I supposed to know that? 'N hey, what about you, Two? I don't hear you offerin' anythin' up."

"Ha! What money? I didn't have anythin' to start with don't look at me. Ask Soda, he's employed."

Soda throws his hands up guiltily. "Don't look over here. I got six bucks to my good name."

"Yeah, good 'n broke-" Soda pulls a face 'n kicks Dallas hard in the shin before he can duck outta the way.

"Where'd your paycheck go, Soda?" Johnny prods at him with his foot 'n Soda playfully catches it, yanks at him.

"Hey, I keep the lights on in this place!"

"And the rest of it?" Johnny pulls back 'n, when he realizes Soda ain't lettin' up, reaches down to jab at the ticklish spot on Soda's ribs.

"What? A man can't be afforded a lil' fun?" Soda yowls 'n drops his foot, wrigglin' backwards to get away. "How was I supposed to know a guitar was twenty-five bucks?"

"Soda!" Pony's jaw drops open. "You can't even play!"

"Hey! Yet! Gimme some credit! Plus I don't wanna hear anythin' from mister no job over there." Soda crosses his arms dramatically but he's grinnin' the whole way 'n all of them know he doesn't mean it.

"That ain't fair! Darry won't let me get a job. 'Course I don't got no goddamn money. Look at Dal. He's got a job!"

"First of all, I didn't even break the fuckin' TV. Second of all, how much money I got is none of your damn business." Dallas scowls, turns his nose up. Steve groans, drops down to the couch with his head in his hands.

"God so we're all broke."

"Hey-!"

"Shut up, Dal." Two cuts him off 'n Dallas' shifts his glare, damn near murderous. "Johnny Cakes?" He tries, weakly hopeful.

"Uh, I got three bucks." Soda quirks an eyebrow up 'n Johnny plops his hands on his hips.

"Where did you-"

"Ya gonna ask questions or are ya gonna take it?" Soda studies him for a moment, arms crossed still 'n doin' a cartoonish impression of a fussin' hen.

"Boys, we got a real hood among us here today." He hoots 'n Johnny kicks him in the hip, both of them still howlin'. "So that brings us up to, what?"

"Uh, nine bucks. Ten if someone can wrestle that change outta Two's pocket." Pony leans forward, elbows on his knees, 'n sizes Two up like he stood even a single chance.

"Man. I want lillies at my funeral. Can I put that out there? Should we do last rites now or-"

"Aw, hush up, Steve. Look, we just gotta scrape together a little money before Dar gets back. We can get, uh, what was it?" Soda frowns, counts absently on his fingers.

"Seventy more bucks." Pony dead pans 'n Soda's self-assured smile wavers a bit.

"C'mon, that's nothin'! We just gotta put our heads together." Soda climbs to his feet, rubs his hands together in thought. "How do we get our hands on some quick cash?"

Dallas 'n Two open their mouths 'n Soda throws out an accusin' finger to each of them. "'N nobody's doin' nothin' illegal 'cause if Dar has to pick one of us from the station before he comes home to no TV he's gonna start inventin' cruel 'n unusual punishments, y'hear?"

Dallas rolls his eyes 'n mutters 'n Two nods absently in agreement but they both don't offer any other ideas. "Anythin' else?"

"Uh, pawn shop?" Pony offers.

"Yeah, great idea, Pone. Anyone have any expensive jewelry they've been keepin' back?" Steve drawls, dryly, apparently resigned to his fate.

"Well, it ain't mine but I got, uh, a Singer we could sell." Dallas leans back in the doorway, waits for the onslaught of questions. They don't disappoint.

"A Singer? Dal, you've been watchin' me hafta hand hem 'n you had a Singer?" Soda howls, goes to kick him in the shin again but Dallas is prepared this time 'n dodges it.

"Where the hell did you get a Singer-?"

"Why-?"

"Look! It was Sylvie's, right? When I kicked her out she didn't get the chance to take it or nothin'. It ain't mine." He throws his hands up defensively, eyes Soda still standin' close enough to wallop him if he decided to. Soda glares back like he's still makin' up his mind about goin' for round two.

"Aw, man. We can't pawn off Sylvie's stuff." Johnny backs outta the way as Soda decides to give it another go 'n jabs at Dallas. "She mighta been a lil' mean but she don't deserve to have her shit sold off."

"The bitch- Soda get offa me- two-timed me? Remember?" Dallas knocks Soda's hands deftly away 'n Soda sneaks in on more solid kick before retreatin'.

"Oh, yeah." Johnny rocks back 'n forth on his heels, still clearly uncomfortable with the whole idea.

"Maybe Soda 'n Steve could pick up some extra shifts for a bit?" Pony tries again, clearly not as willin' as Steve to lie down 'n take his medicine.

"Yeah, another winner, Pone. 'N when Darry comes home to no TV tonight?" Steve scowls at him 'n Pony glares back, the two still dangerously close to another all-out scrap.

"Well, at least I'm comin' up with somethin'."

"Doesn't help if it's all stupid-"

"Alright you two, knock it off. We can't afford to have to buy anythin' else y'all broke 'cause y'all can't keep your traps shut." Two cuts in 'n they both round on him, glarin'.

"Look who's talkin'!" Steve mutters 'n Two grins 'n flips him off.

The laughter 'n bickerin' trail off, lapsin' into silence again. Each lookin' guiltily at the disaster, eyein' each other. "Well, uh, is anyone not above beggin'?" No one says anythin' 'n Two clicks his teeth, nods. "Yeah, didn't think so."

"Hey, guys." Six heads turn to look at Pony, suddenly ashen 'n lookin' past them up at the clock in the kitchen. "Is this a bad time to tell y'all Dar told me to tell y'all he'd be home early this afternoon?"

"Pony." Steve flies to his feet, grabs Pony by his shoulders. "How early?"

Somehow, Pony manages to pale even further. "Uh. In like. An hour?"

As if it had heard, the TV hisses, flashes, lets out one final death rattle 'n falls silent so it's just the seven of them, eyein' each other like men at the gallows.

"Dallas?" Johnny gives himself a shake, grabs his jacket from the back of the sofa.

"Yeah, man?"

"Let's get your girlfriend's stuff."

[somuchbetterthanthat]

Thinking today about the fact Silco was having people following Vander's kids around. Just. Knowing their whereabouts and all.

It's not as if he wasn't ready to use kids or kill kids if necessary, obviously, and technically in canon he was more than happy to finish them off -- or at least ready to dangle them over Vander's head to get Vander to agree to his plans --, but the idea that he checks on those kids specifically because they're Vander's.

Obviously S2 gave us another layer with Felicia, and all, but I'm just. Invested in Silco being invested in four small urchins doing mischief in the Undercity only because their his enemy's children. Not even his enemy, is he? His. Political rival, let's call it that. His...almost murderer. His. old friend. His old brother in arm. His old lover.

The man who seemed to have been born to be a father, one day, being a father of four, on his own.

(Silco, of course, was never interested in fatherhood or domesticity, was more than willing to put comfort aside until they've reached their goal, anyway, although he supposed, in hypotheticals, in their future, once they'd have Zaun, well, if Vander still wanted some midgets, Silco might have--)

Anyway, point is: Silco with complex feelings he refuses to acknowledge about Vander's kids (they're pawns, and only pawns) specifically because they're Vander's (one could point out Ekko is of interest, that Benzo is as much a pillar to the little community Vander has built, and Sevika does point out flatly that some people do pay attention their right-arm to which Silco snarks "feeling neglected, are you? Someone you might need to punch?" and Sevika just raises her eyebrows at him pointedly)

SECOND point is, of course, Silco ending up, because of circunstances, meeting every kid one by one (and yes, nobody's surprised Powder's his favourite, but all the same, and very important: meeting all of them) (and leaving a lasting impression on all of them) (To be honest I feel like Mylo might be weirded out and impressed in turn, and then put out when it turns out that, like Vi, Silco favors Powder) (Claggor is the least impressed, I think, and the most wary) (Vi WANTS to be wary, but also she's conflicted cause Powder loves the guy, and the guy also speaks to her soul when he talks about Zaun and getting respected)

Meanwhile Vander is like: is he threatening my kids or does he want to raise them with me. Benzo. Benzo what does it mean.

Benzo is like: I miss Felicia every single day. Give me alcohol and deal with the evil guy you're somehow still in love with on your own.

[thesauce8]

obitos a better man than me cause if i was him, i would totally just go to kakashis house at night and haunt him. wait till hes sleeping before leaning back in his chair and talking like everythings normal, make fun of his taste in books, etc but use kamui so he cant touch me and thinks its just a hallucination. id disappear when his back is randomly turned and do this like every couple of days. not out of spite or anything but because its just plain funny.

[random-dragon-exe]

I swear, these two are suffering dental problems on opposite sides of the spectrum.

What is up with business men having unique sets of teeth? It's like a trend now.

Also when you think about it, I find it funny how their villainous stories can be traced back to a singular event with a child.

[pizzazz-party]

do you think SecUnit is going to get abducted by actual aliens one of these days.

i feel like it'd be very in-line with its luck if an ancient alien (bot?) took one look at it and went "wow, i have got to get me one of those"

[pratchettquotes]

A howl went up from a distant hill.

"That's Gavin," said Carrot.

"A wolf? Gavin's a wolf? I've been saved from werewolves by wolves?"

"It's all right, sir. When you think about it, it's not really any different from being saved from werewolves by people."

Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

[sadlynotthevoid]

KRS would refuse to do any exercise unless he absolutely has to. Otherwise he's only skin, bones, and bland squishy barely existing muscles.

Og!Cale would exercise daily, increasing the difficult everyday until he ends up with a ridiculous maito-gai-approved work out routine, just because he wants muscles.

[ramonahblog]

Okay. Cedar Wood is horrifying.

Like not her, she is best girl and you can't convince me otherwise. But like her curse is horrifying. Like she's got Ella Enchanted truth-curse. She can't have any privacy which means no one really deeply talks to her because she is forced to reveal private information even if she doesn't want to indulge it.

It hurts her and she understands why people don't get close to her and she's just...deserves better.

And like she's the next Pinocchio, right? And before Raven goes "NOPE, NOT SIGNING", everyone believes if you don't do your role, you disappear and by extension, everyone in your story disappears.

But like, by her very curse, Cedar cannot complete the role. Because Pinocchio spends the majority of it being the biggest liar ever? Like sure, his nose might reveal the fact he is lying. But he can choose to lie. He just does not have a poker face.

Exactly how is Cedar supposed to complete her role when she cannot lie at all?

[shinymoonbraixen]

When you accidentally leave the stove on:

[chronicsyd]

I find it kinda funny that people were expecting Caitlyn to turn into like-- Horde Prime levels of evil ('specially considering that That level of evil is Wildly out of character for her), but it's Hilariously ironic to me because the VA of Horde Prime Himself is IN THIS SHOW

[sweetsweetperil]

Creativity loves to play with what feeds us

That insatiable hunger, only mounds of soil in our hands could satisfy

It digs and it divides

It streams and it glides

Getting lost in the love gleaming in our eyes

[butmakeitgayblog]

Currenrly reading demon au. When i tell you the guffaw that i let out when Lexa just casually threw her plate at the bin coz she doesn’t like doing dishes. Thats just beneath her innit? 😂😂😂

I can't explain to you the amount of one-sided arguments that are had in the D'Angelo/Griffin household once Clarke moves in because she's just... Like, can you stop? Fucking throwing away?? All of our dishes???

And it's always the same. It's always the same.

*Lexa slinking toward the garbage can. Dirty plate in hand. Fully using her wings as a shield because it's super nonchalant*: ... 👀.... 👀

*Clarke, giving one solid snap and pointing a finger in her direction, not even looking up from her book*: Don't.

[pynkhues]

I'm going to try and get a bit louder about it

Does it sound selfish or obnoxious if I say that I hope this means even more bottom Lestat from you? Because the way you write it is not only insanely hot but also explores such complex things about both Lestat and Louis as characters.

Ahahaha, it doesn't sound selfish or obnoxious, anon, and yeah, probably. I was working on the 1.06 fic a bit this morning 👀