Yall Im Fucking Crying. Baekhyun Is So Small In Chanyeols Jacket

and to your right you’ll see the the rooster teeth fandom, collectively screaming over a man dancing in a gimp suit, a man in a murderer costume, and a human pyramid topped by a british twink. 

Baekhyun adorably wearing Chanyeol’s too big jacket & cutely running after him ヾ (≧∪≦*)ノ

Gavin having zero chill with trump supporters is my new aesthetic.

YES YES Y E S

“Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy confirmed to be in a relationship in Gotham City Sirens movie.”

Michael: “Luke was naked in a classroom.” Luke: “That never happened.” Calum: “It happened.” Ashton: “It happened, we have photo evidence.”

HE’S SO EMBARRASSED 

Michael Jones calling Gavin “baby” in the Outlast 2 Play Pals Reblog if u agree

i’m laughing at the concept of immortal fake ah crew deciding to hide their immortality and this leading to shenanigans 

like jeremy fucking laughs the first time somebody shoots him in the chest, just a full-blown giggle you’d expect from a four year old, and then he’s like oh shit right and falls over dramatically like something out of the three stooges

gavin gets “killed” one weekend and then a few days later his killer sees him at a fucking stop-n-shop or something and gavin spends a full twenty minutes convincing the guy that he’s his own twin

michael gets stabbed in the stomach and is immediately like “i just GOT this FUCKING SHIRT– i mEAN OW, OH NO, I’VE BEEN STABBED, I’M DEFINITELY BLEEDING OUT RIGHT NOW, THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING, OH THE INHUMANITY” (”laying it on a little thick there, michael,” lindsay says)

ray gets shot and is basically like sweet naptime and fucking very carefully settles down on the sidewalk and strips off his hoodie and bundles it under his head like a pillow and dozes off ray does this every time he gets injured under the pretense that it might have killed me if i was mortal you don’t know (ray you got shot in the foot wake the hell up)

whenever jack gets “killed” and is later seen by the person who killed her, she staunchly insists she’s a ghost (”i’m here to haunt your ass for the rest of eternity, fucker”)

geoff and ryan get taken by a rival gang and ryan is shot in the chest; ryan immediately looks down at himself with a sad face and goes “aww.” (he’s wearing his “normal guy” shirt; geoff’s kind of glad it’s ruined now) geoff gives ryan a pointed look and ryan blinks, then clutches at his chest and starts to fucking monologue “Had I but time–as this fell sergeant, death, is strict in his arrest–” (”ryan, what.”) “But let it be. Horatio, I am dead–” (”then fucking die already, what are you doing, is that hamlet”) “aND IN THIS HARSH WORLD DRAW THY BREATH IN PAIN TO TELL MY STORY–” geoff ends up wrestling the gun from the gang member so he can shoot ryan again look, ryan has to use that theater experience somehow

I’m in love with this

It’s not easy being Gold. Always a smile, sharp and glittering. Always an attitude, bright and cocky. Always charming, sexy, beautiful, but never calm, soft.

It’s too much. He’s breaking down.

Take a break, they say. If it’s not fun anymore, that defeats the purpose.

Because he knows it’s all a game. It’s a game where their lives are risked, but that makes it all the more fun. He’s not gonna take a break.

Try a different angle, they suggest. A different mask, a different brand.

Rose Gold.

Softer, gentler, calmer. It’s a change the city is not expecting. It’s a change his clients are not expecting.

It’s a change his enemies are not expecting.

They target the boy who was golden, now tinged with pink. They look at his new weaknesses and try to exploit them.

They don’t realize he’s twice as dangerous. Because he’s comfortable again. He’s back to playing his game.

And metal has sharp edges, but roses also have thorns.

First in the AU Boy aesthetic series. Inspired by a post from @cutehaywood

Me: *after being an asshole* I love you!

Mum: I will always love you!

Me: awwww--

Mum: Unless you start murdering people, then I will not.

Me: What if I murdered Donald Trump?

Mum: No

Me: Excuse--

Mum: Because if you got close enough to kill Trump, then you were close enough to kill Pence, and you didn't.

Me:......shit you right.