Caitlyn is, by far, the greatest sniper in the world. She could shoot a coin out of a purse at 500 meters and she’d been winning marksmanship competitions since before she’d even hit puberty. She gave guest lectures at hextech weapon expos and was personally responsible for the development of over half a dozen unique rifle parts. So why on Runeterra was she standing less than a foot away from the hulking beast that was Dr. Mundo. Use the net, use the net, use the net, she pleaded uselessly as her bullets seemed to bounce off of his chemically enhanced pectorals. But before the net ever came, a large, purple foot came crashing down on her as its owner ran past her into the rest of her team. It seemed that Mundo really did go where Mundo pleases…er, pleased. Before being sent back to the fountain, Caitlyn had one final thought as the taste of dirt filled her mouth. I hate this game.
Despite the occasional lapse of common sense, Jarvan IV truly was a master tactician. He had been raised from birth to be a master of warfare, studied every great text of combat by every legendary general, and had spent his youth in a seemingly endless series of mock battles. Yet here he was, trapping four members of his own team in a Cataclysm with Rammus and Galio, as the rest of his enemies watched and laughed. “Hey, look at me. I’m Jarvan and I’m helping!” Draven shouted, far too amused his own joke. Even Swain chuckled, and as badly as Jarvan wanted to tear his face off, he couldn’t stop himself from swinging at the Armordillo instead. Then, the axes started spinning, there was a flash of light, and the word PENTAKILL rang through the air. I really hate this game.
No, no, NO! Lux wanted to scream. Before firing a skillshot, you have to calculate the direction and velocity of the target, factor in past behavior in order to compensate for possible sudden changes, and most importantly, MAKE SURE THERE’S NOT A MINION IN THE WAY! But no matter how many times she tried to explain it, no matter how hard she tried to nudge her aim a little in one direction or the other, she had yet to land a single light binding that entire match. It was honestly infuriating and she was just about ready to call it quits. But then, the next team fight started, and she had a brief glimmer of hope. Her summoner got her into position behind her team mates. They took their time to watch the battlefield and line up the shot perfectly. But there was just one problem. They chose the wrong target. As Lux prepared to fire her Final Spark at Talon, the assassin disappeared in a flurry of blades and reappeared behind less than a second later. “It’s nothing personal,” Talon taunted as he struck her down with a single blow. If Lux could speak, she never would have stopped cursing her summoner’s name. She really, really hated that game.
What I mean when I say “I can’t do that”- Anxiety Version:
- I am unable to do that
- I am too stressed out to do that
- I cannot face the humiliation of attempting to do that
- My body will physically not allow me to do that
- I am on the verge of a panic attack
- I cannot do that
What people hear:
- I am unwilling to do that
- I am just shy
- I am overreacting
- I am lazy
- I need to get more experience in social situation to help my anxiety
- I need a push
- I don’t want to do that
Inspired by X
in all my years that i have been on this earth i have not played spin the bottle once. does this mean that i’ve never actually lived? do a lot of people actually even play spin the bottle? or is its importance and prevalence stretched and exaggerated in media? these are the questions of the hour
Are teen parties with alcohol and red solo cups even real?!!?!
Has anyone ever participated in a food fight?!?
It was requested that I draw the grand highblood, and I decided there was no better way than to combine homestuck with 30 Rock. I have completed my purpose.
OH MY GOD.
DUALSCAR AND REDGLARE THO
omfg but can you imagine all the other highbloods are like “ghb stand the fuck up show some nobility” and ghb is like “FUCK YOU I’M TIRED FROM CULLING I WANNA GO TO BED” and redglare is like “YOU SIT IN A CHAIR ALL DAMN DAY YOU LAZY FUCK”
asukaskerian said: Signless, Disciple and Psii manage to capture GHB instead of the other way around. (possibly he wakes up tied up in a cave somewhere.) role reversal? idk where they’d take it after that XDD (SOOTHE HIM W/ LOVE!)
Once we’re done making you presentable, I’ll have Mother design you some new clothes. Isn’t this fun?
if shes the one who dressed you motherfuckers like that i don’t want to MOTHERFUCKIN MEET HER
hahah thii2 ii2 ba2iically the best thiing ii’ve EVER seen
the thrilling conclusion
later on: ghb wearing a suit. everyone is snickering and ghb is like “not a fucking word i swear my god”
i think it’s a universal truth that everyone in our generation takes pluto’s losing its planetary status as a personal offense
pluto is smaller than russia. why did we ever even consider it a planet?
BECAUSE IT’S A PART OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM
OHANA MEANS FAMILY
FAMILY MEANS NO ONE IS LEFT BEHIND