I Wanna Make An Animatic Of Hot Wings From Rio But It’s Hijack.

Happy Birthday Technoblade <3

*at the lov base*

kurogiri: okay i know you dont want to do this but i signed everyone up for group therapy

shagaraki: wtf why? nobody here needs therapy

toga: bestie are you hearing yourself right now? you wear the hands of your dead family on your face and arms and you have some sort of repressed childhood shit up there that we need to talk about. twice has an identity disorder and his personality literally splits when he isn't wearing a mask. dabi is endeavor's fucking son, has a history of being abused and everyone thinks he's dead. spinner is obviously depressed, mr. compress still wont show anyone his face, and i was abandoned my family and wanted for murder.

shagaraki:

kurogiri:

everyone:

kurogiri: damn. anyways the appointment is on the 24th

“I- uh, what?”

Astrid was standing at the edge of the door, looking at the clusterfuck of a mess.

Hiccup and Jack, both wide eyed, stared back at her. Jack pinned against the wall, his hands wrapped around the viking heir’s neck. One of Hiccup’s hand next to Jack’s head, the other holding the spirit’s waist.

Both flushed, silently held eye contact with the shield-maiden.

She crossed her arms, “Okay, break it up you guys. This is important.”

Jack and Hiccup awkwardly pulled apart, Hiccup sat on his chair while Jack chose to sit on the table.

Astrid cleared her throat, “Okay, how long?”

“Um,”

A beat passed between them. The boys refused to look at each other.

“A week?”

“A month?”

Another awkward silence fell upon the group. Astrid stared at the pair, eyebrow raised.

Hiccup and Jack sneaked a glance at each other but immediately looked away.

She sighed. “Okay, let’s try again. But this time, without the lying.”

CyberLife : This is RK800. He is our latest android. He is a dangerous military-detective bot. He is designed to hunt deviants. He is a ruthless weapon.

Connor : I like dogs

Don’t you hate it when you’re trying to design an OC and then it looks exactly like another character?

"ummm the global strike was called on such short notice we need more time to plan ahead this just isn't gonna work it feels like slacktivism :///" hmm lets try to figure out why a palestinian journalist in gaza who has been documenting her own genocide for the past hundred fucking days called for a global strike on short notice during a livestream while the hospital she was sheltering in was being attacked and she believed she was going to be killed that night. lets think about it. lets put our thinking caps on. lets sit down in our thinking chair and think think think

Me: What do you mean I wasn’t productive?

My brain: You drew Michael Afton nsfw instead of sleeping.

Me: So?

Damian Wayne: So, that was plan B?

Jason Todd: No, no, that’s plan M.

Tim Drake: Don’t I die in plan M?

Jason Todd: Yeah, usually.

Tim Drake: What do you mean, usually? How many plans do I die in?

Jason Todd: Plans C, F, and M through Q.

Tim Drake: Hold up, see, that’s a little close to home. You need to switch that up. How many plans does Damian die in?

Jason Todd: None. And [pointing to Dick Grayson] none. And [pointing to Duke Thomas] … Nnehh. Now there is a plan where she [points to Cassandra Cain] comes out of it with a scar from the temple through the eye all the way down to her mouth-

Stephanie Brown: [to Cassandra Cain] Ooh! You’d look so cool with a scar!

Duke Thomas: Wait, wait, wait, go back, hold on, let’s- Let’s rewind- You skipped past me! You skipped past me.

Jason Todd: Well, I have one, there is a plan, but it’s evolving.

Duke Thomas: Okay, that’s creepy. Don’t you think that’s creepy? He’s planning my death.

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