Zachary, over the phone: Hey Alastair, I need to borrow, like, £5000.
Alastair: £5000??? Why the hell do you need £5000???
Zachary: Escape room.
Alastair: What sort of escape room charges £5000???
Zachary: The… very complex kind?
Alastair:
Zachary:
Zachary: Jail. I’m in jail.
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actual conversation between regulus and orion after sirius ran away:
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[Winter and Weiss, trying to bond]
Winter, strained: Can I just say… I am so comfortable with your sexuality.
Weiss, awkwardly: Can I just say, that your comfort with my sexuality has made me more comfortable with my sexuality.
Whitley: Can I just say that if I had a gun with me, I would shoot myself.
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Raven: Don't be so dramatic.
Qrow: Just for that I'm bringing out the fainting couch to spite you.
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{After the fence jumping fail, Ingo and Emmet sitting in their mom’s livingroom, Emmet has heat patch on his knee while Ingo is resting a bag of frozen peas on his groin.]
Emmet: I think maybe we're getting a little old for jumping fences. I mean, you did pull your groin.
Ingo: That's got nothing to do with getting old. I pulled my groin when we were nine playing soccer, and When I we were 15, I threw my back out helping mom get a box down from a high shelf...
Emmet: Oh yeah...You were one feeble kid!
Ingo: Why don’t you Shut up.
Emmet, Smirks gets up and moves across the room: Why don’t you get up from that couch and make me?
{Ingo glares at Emmet.}
Ingo, smirks: MOM! (Emmet blanches and shakes his head) Emmet’s being a jerk!
Winona, from another room: Emmet, if your well enough to be mean to your brother than you’re well enough to clean out the gutters like I asked, get to it mister!
Emmet, glaring at Ingo:...I hate you.
[Y/n, coming into the livingroom holding a glass of water and bottle of pain killers for Ingo.]
Y/n, to Ingo: You sir are an evil man... I love it.~
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Alex, texting Kara: Please don't text me for the next hour, I'm going to be on the treadmill.
Kara: I wasn't planning on texting you.
Alex: What did I just say?
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Dante would like it to be put on record that Hell is not a five-star vacation destination.
Winded, covered in demon blood, guts, and who knows what else, both Sparda twins exited the small, makeshift hellgate. Which promptly sealed, signaled by a sound similar to nails on a chalkboard.
"Well, we're not in Kansas anymore, Verge," the only reply from his brother was a killer side-eye.
A moment went by in a vaguely uncomfortable silence.
"Did you just liken me to a Yorkshire terrier?" the blue devil groused.
"...if I say no am I likely to get shish-kebab-ed?"
The response this time was a summoned-sword to the chest.
a snippet from something im writing huehue
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i really like it in fics and stuff when raph covers for gabe when he runs away esp if they tell michael that he’s dead bc that makes it so that all of them killed him once except none of them did
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how could you tell I was raised the eldest sister? (is having mental breakdown over smallest thing going “wrong”)
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cassidy kills phara during her ult: ‘you know you just.. hang there? when you do that?’
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Picrew used: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/1747767
Avnas doesn’t dare let his hair get unruly.. for it would be too close to being identical to his older sibling’s... Everyone LOVES pointing THAT out!! 💢
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Me: *having a nightmare of being attacked at like 1am*
My brother: *thinking* "hm this seems like the perfect time to loom over them with the cat held out before me"
Me: *wakes up and has a heart attack*
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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FNAF movie Vanessa questions the power of remnant
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Qrow: You've all heard of elf on the shelf, now get ready for-
Qrow, placing a pot on Raven’s head: A thot in a pot!
Raven:
Raven, getting up from her seat: Get ready for a bitch in a ditch because that's where they're gonna find your body, you little fu-
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Ingo, has a pen explode in his shirt pocket: Oh, Sugar honey iced tea...
Emmet, whose annoyed with Ingo’s lack of profanity: You’re doing this to piss me off aren’t you?
Ingo: Is it working?
Emmet: It’s shit, say it!
Ingo: So yes then.
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