Jekyll: Sitting on and touching warm rocks... Now that's the good stuff...
Jasper: Are you... A reptile?
Jekyll: What are you-- a cop? Mind your business...
Hyde would hiss at enemies like a cat if he was given the chance.
*the betas do something stupid and dangerous*
Stiles: I’m not mad, just disappointed
Derek: I’m mad.
Derek: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?
Boyd: Several traffic violations.
Erica: Three counts of resisting arrest.
Stiles: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.
Isaac: Also, that’s not our car.
Jackson: You kidnapped him?
Scott: …Yes?
Stiles: He did. I just helped. Ya know, after.
Jackson: Do you two have a fetish for kidnapping newly turned supernaturals or something?
Stiles: *offended*
Liam: They kidnapped you too?
i want tapl on the dsmp, but instead of as a regular character, i want him as a god. but unlike dreamxd, i would like to see him taunting the other characters to go to the end (more specifically ranboo)
just imagine this 13ft tall deity with an enchanted netherite hoe, giving eyes of ender to the local enderman hybrid and saying “don't you want to see where you came from? don't you want to see where this world begins and ends? don't you want to find new ways to protect your family?”
glad that Slime has now officially been incorporated into sbi+
but srsly when in other people’s vids he does give me the vibes of ‘friend of the older sibling who’s absolutely down to go along with the younger kid’s nonsense’.
The Force, making the Skywalker family: whoops. Poured in too much Family BS™️
The Force: uhh
The Force: here I’ll make y’all a handler that’ll fix all my problems
The Force: *makes Obi-Wan Kenobi*
I’ve had this in my queue for so long it’s almost ridiculous, so I just thought I’d post it now. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long while lol. Off we go!
- During the first wizarding world war, the Weasleys decided to split up, they thought it would be wisest. When Percy was born, the war began to get more intense and even worse. Percy was placed with his two uncles, Fabian and Gideon, who were ecstatic to get the kid who looked so much like them. He was placed there when he was three years old.
- He didn’t act much like them, it turned out, but they were okay with that. He had their hair, their sister’s smile, and their best friend’s eyes, and he was so incredibly precious.
- They raised him with love and care, it distracted them from their own pain. The two took turns reading to Percy and took turns holding him. They didn’t need to think so much about the pains of war with their nephew right in front of them.
- The rare times the three of them all went out in public, people often asked which one of twins was Percy’s father. Gideon would laugh loudly as Percy would say “they can’t be my father if they’re my uncles?” Fabian would repeat what Percy said and the person would be embarrassed.
- Percy watched them both die. He was only 4 or 5 at the time, so it didn’t truly register what happened until it did. The twins fought valiantly, but they were eventually brought to their demise by the killing curse.
- He did the only thing he could, and flooed to the burrow. He had seen Fabian do it before, and he thought it would work. He was sobbing, unable to breathe by the time he had gotten home. Because there was soot in his lungs, on his clothes, and his uncles were dead. Two people very close to his heart now gone forever.
- For a long time, Percy didn’t consider The Burrow home. Fabian and Gideon’s house was home, not this place. This place was filled with people who knew him but he didn’t know, it was scary, this new place. It was familiar, but new.
- Molly would cry often after she tucked Percy into bed, because he looked so much like them and he had to see them die and merlin, the pain he must be feeling-
- Percy didn’t remember who Arthur was when he came home forever once the war ended, and had a very hard time being comfortable around him. The relationship only slightly improved over the years, much to Arthur’s chagrin.
- For quite a few years, he spoke very little. He didn’t speak unless spoken to first, and even then he was still quite quiet. He was a shy child, always. As he grew to be a teenager, he was shy with those his age still, perhaps even more severely than it had been when he was younger, but he was fine and confident around adults.