Holy Shit

Scar: how did he get so far up the hill?  Skizz: he’s cookin—

Grian: I do squats—I squat

Scar: never misses a leg day am I right?

Grian: every day is leg day

(Nine seconds of silence)

Scar: can’t relate 

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

Clockers Family Dinner

this screenshot is so fucking funny

Imaging this, a blonde guy pledges his allegiance to a brunet who is called was king at least once and had grey skin and both ended died in tragedy.

Did I describe Grian and Scar or Martyn and Rendog?

guess who started watching a few new s7 povs

song: william tell overture: final - rossini

yes

Put Martyn inthelittlewood in everything, for extra flavor

not to be THAT guy but….

impulse held on to his rage for so long. his anger for bdubs was what drove him to keep playing and playing. it just got worse when bdubs accidentally killed him in double life. they could have won it. they could have but bdubs betrayed him again.

he thought helping tango boogey bdubs would help. it did a little bit, the idea that he was tricking bdubs and making sure he died. it felt good, but it just made him want to do it himself.

so he shot him on sky net. He looked bdubs in the eyes and shot him in the chest, watching as his dead body tipped off the ledge and fell to the ground. his heart felt full and his adrenaline was pumping, it felt good to finally do it himself. bdubs deserved it.

when he realized he had killed bdubs permanently with the tnt, he waited for that same feeling to come. he stood there and clutched his chest as he tried to catch his breath, but the only feelings that were rising were ones of shame and regret.

it didn’t help that he permakilled bdubs. it didn’t help that he dropped a tnt on his friend and ended his life. he realized it didn’t matter that he shot him, or tricked him, or lied to him.

he held on to that rage for so long, thinking that by killing bdubs, it would go away. it didn’t, and instead that rage was replaced with guilt.

he stayed on the server longer than he should have, the portal to hermitcraft swirling ominously in front of him. how would he go back? how would he face bdubs knowing that all he ever wanted was so so futile. how would he apologize?

he couldn’t. maybe he should stay here and wither away. maybe he should never go back….

“impulse?”

“yeah?”

bdubs’ smiling face through the swirls of the portal was big and perfect, he had his cloak on and there were no signs of trouble. he was back to the normal, happy bdubs he always has been. “common, ya big oaf, it’s time to get out of here.”

all he could do was nod. maybe the best thing they could do was move on. an eye for an eye. a leg for a leg.

hopefully they could heal from those wounds together.

was having a hard time making this in toon boom