I kinda find that interesting


blacktreaccle made me choose between - alex or jamie

“What can I say I’m… fearless

if any of u lot have even half the raging hard-on that i have for reference shit then some ppl might find these useful??

  • spreadsheet of the entire hq cast (correct up to ch146, v14 character profiles) sortable by height, weight & height/weight ratio here
  • spreadsheet of the entire hq cast (again, correct up to ch146, v14 character profiles) sorted by age from oldest to youngest here [note: the japanese school year starts in april hence the april babies being the oldest in any given year group]

have at it i guess

anonymous asked:

I'm kinda interested in what you think , newt would be like under the influence of alcohol. Like I don't see him being a person to really drink but just IF he would get drunk? Would you consider writing about that?

I do consider! And you know what, I did!
Warning: Little long…I ramble (oops)

Originally posted by sweetly87

Newt was never much of the partying type. In all honesty, he was a bit intimidated by the ones who were. At Hogwarts, the other wizards went to the Yule ball or went on expeditions to Hogsmeade, while he would stay behind and spend time with his creatures.
He didn’t mind, of course. He always found himself more at home with creatures than humans, so a Friday night at home with Pickett was better than any night out at a pub.
But he knew he couldn’t stay that way forever, and he realized he had to step out of his comfort zone when you asked him to your favorite muggle pub in the city.
He had fancied you ever since your first day at the ministry, and he admired everything about you. He admired how gentle you were with his creatures and how naturally they seemed to act around you as well. He admired how you would actively speak out for the rights of magical beasts, and although they often went unheard to the public, he took every single speech of yours to heart.
But you never seemed to notice how hopelessly in love with you he was, and it broke him a little more every day.

That was until last night, when you finally asked him out, and Newt, being the hopeful little fellow he is, was sure this would be the night when everything took off between you two. Your first date.

Just…why did it have to be around alcohol?
He was never a fan of drinking, honestly, he never really saw the appeal.
However, he didn’t want to come off as a prude on your first date, so he thought, why not? It’s only one night.
He suddenly found himself at the steps of the “Mayflower”, a few minutes tardy thanks to the raging snowstorm. He knew you would be on the other side of that door, probably dressed so beautifully it would make him weak in the knees. He prepared himself and took a deep breath.
He then pushed open the wooden doors, and immediately found you at the bar, laughing and talking to another man. What little confidence he had left him as he realized, this was, in fact, not a date.
His heart sank a little bit, but he approached you anyway.
“(Y/N)” he tried to pull your attention from Nick, waving a little bit, and collecting his hands in his lap.
Your eyes flickered over to him, and they immediately lit up.
“Newt! Hey, you made it!” The enthusiasm in your voice made his heart skip a beat.
“O-of course I did” he chuckled. “I’m sorry, who is this?”

Your attention flashed back to the man you were talking to, then smiled.
“Oh, this is Nick! We use to go to school together. We were all in the same year at Hogwarts, yet never knew each other. Isn’t that fascinating?” she pointed to the frighteningly muscular man, who in Newt’s opinion, had a rather silly haircut and poor taste in fashion.
“Yes that’s very fascinating” he muttered, then took a seat next you, opposite of ‘Nick.’
“Oh, we already ordered,” He stated, and Newt breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh, that’s very ok, I-”
“It’s alright, I’ll wave him back over here!”

“…don’t like to drink” Newt finished, so quietly no one could hear him.
He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, not even knowing how to order at a pub.

Maybe he should just go home, he thought, he needed to check on the Occamies.

He shoved a hand into his pocket, and was about to stand from his seat when he met your eyes, and suddenly, he forgot why he ever wanted to leave in the first place.
“Sounds great”
Four shots of some strange brown liquor later, Newt wasn’t feeling so good. The waiter kept bringing them out, and he kept drinking purely out of peer pressure. He didn’t feel anything at first, which is why he agreed to so many.
You and this ‘Nick’ guy were reminiscing over your past Gryffindor days, exchanging ‘hilarious’ stories about your classes and adventures, ones that he obviously couldn’t empathize with.
So he took two more shots.
Now he was starting to feel dizzy, and with that, rather not himself. Any anxiety or crippling fear of rejection he previously held onto suddenly vanished into thin air.

It felt good, he thought.
“And with that, I’ve got to run.” Nick said, glancing at the wall clock behind the bar. Newt felt himself looking up at the man, a smile creeping onto his lips.

“Yes, yes very nice of you to join us! I very much look forward to our next excursion together, just you, me, and the lovely (Y/N). Godspeed my good man!” Newt shoved his empty shot glass from his hand, and shook Nick’s rather roughly.
“Oh…alright” Nick was giving him a very peculiar expression, but turned his attention to you instead. Newt felt a pang in his chest, and his face twisted into a scowl.

“I truly look forward to seeing you again” he leaned down to kiss your hand, and lingered a bit too long for Newt’s liking.

Who is this woman, the Queen? Move along!

“Newt…good seeing you” he made sure to keep his distance from the drunken Brit, then exited the pub in a haste, leaving you and Newt alone at the bar.

Once Nick was out the doors, your expression hardened, and you looked at Newt in concern.

“Newt, how much did you drink?” your voice was low.

“I’m not so pip-poppity sure…but there was this-” he paused for a hiccup.

“Pardon me! Anywho, there were these tiny glasses with this strong, brown liquid in them! Did you know these small glasses could hold so much pleasantry?”

“Alright that’s enough of an answer for me. I’m bringing you home.” You take a couple bills from your wallet and place it on the counter under your coaster.

Newt, sensing the change in atmosphere, frowned deeply and pouted.

“B-but I don’t want to leave! We’ve been having such a lovely evening, I would hhhhate for it to come to an end over something so s-s-silly.” you laugh as Newt slurred out a string of wordy dialogue.

“Our night isn’t ending, we’re just taking it to the next location! I know that you’ll find your flat far more enjoyable than this sweaty little pub.” You smile as you place a hand on his shoulder. Newt was staring back at you, then pressed his cheek against your hand, nuzzling into it like a cat.

“Y-yes…I do like that idea”

You helped him out of his chair and stagger through the doors, into the freezing London night.

“Is there anyone around?” you ask pointlessly to the wasted man beside you.

You take out your wand, and apparate the two of you to his flat.

“Here we are” you breathe, and you remove your arm from under Newt’s shoulder.

Newt, suddenly feeling the lack of your presence, slumped on the couch and lied down.

“Will you stay with me?” he asked, voice full in sensitivity.

You looked back at him, surprised from the sudden call of affection.


“Will you stay here tonight? I’ll even make us some tea, we’ll have a lovely evening!” he began to stand, but immediately crashed back down onto the sofa.

“A-actually, can you make it? I’ll assist you by sending good thoughts and positive anecdotes!”

You chuckle at the wizard, practically blacked out on his sofa and spitting nonsense.

“Of course I’ll stay here. Wouldn’t want you getting into any trouble, would we?” you turn your back to him to inspect the cupboard, finding more exotic herbs rather than food for humans.

“You know, a wise man by the name of Gandhi once said-” you cut him off with your own question.

“That’s great Newt, but do you mind telling me why there’s more creature than human food in your cupboard?”

He lifted his head slightly, but plopped it right back down again, gazing at the ceiling.

“I don’t have many guests around, my creatures are the most important things to me…well besides you of course.” you freeze, completely forgetting about your search for the tea bags. You turn, a confused look on you face.

“You think I’m important to you?” Newt giggled in response, as if it was the silliest question he’d ever heard. He then sat up, and hugged a cushion under his chin.

“Of course you are. You are the prettiest, smartest, kindest, and prettiest girl I’ve ever known.” you felt your face flush a deep shade of red.

“You already said pretty”

“That’s because it’s extra true”

“You need to go to bed Newt” you press, closing the cupboards and going to help him again, but he put his arm out, refusing.

“Don’t deny it! You’re one of the brightest, and most talented witches anyone’s ever known, and anyone who has the fortune to work with you knows it. Especially me” you listened to him ramble on and on, obviously not recognizing the severity of his veracity.

But you couldn’t stop a smile from forming.

“You really feel that way?” His glossy eyes met yours, then smiled warmly.

“I really do” then he yawned, and turned his head away from the harsh ceiling light.

He almost immediately fell into slumber, and you watched him happily as his chest rose and fell with every breath.

You weren’t sure if he was speaking the truth, or if it was the alcohol, but you did know one thing.

Newt was going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

Alright Voltron theory time

Okay so we all know about Shiro asking Keith to lead the team and how in the original Voltron Keith was the leader.


But, our Keith doesn’t exactly seem like the leader type??

When I heard that I was like no if anyone is gonna pilot the black lion if Shiro dies, it should be Allura.

And then I realized. There is canon evidence that Allura is qualified to pilot the black lion.

Exhibit A:

This describes both Shiro and Allura. (It’s also worth noting that the image of Allura fades away in a visual transition to Shiro. Probably means nothing, but it could symbolize the shared traits. More on this at the end of the post.)

So, okay, Allura is qualified on a personality level. But that doesn’t mean she can pilot the lion.


Exhibit B:

Allura says “we must form Voltron.” Not, “you and the paladins must form Voltron,” or “the paladins must form Voltron.”

AND, this gets even more specific. Thus far we have no evidence that all of the original paladins (minus Zarkon) are not available.

So, assume they have all the paladins. But, they can’t form Voltron because the pilot of the black lion betrayed them. But if Allura is suggesting it, that means she must know they can form Voltron.

And what pilot is missing? The pilot of the black lion. Allura is Zarkon’s replacement as the black lion’s pilot.

(And going back to the fading out symbolism with Allura and Shiro, it could also symbolize Allura handing over the mantel of the black lion pilot to Shiro.)

Do you ever look at romantic relationships from the outside and think that it looks nice… and kinda wonder if maybe you do want it after all? But you know there’s no one you feel that way about and there never has been, even though you tried so many times to convince yourself you did.

And some part of you thinks maybe it really IS that you haven’t met the right person yet, even though deep down you know it that’s not the case.

Just me? Ok

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m annoyed that Lila is another kinda bratty girl. I find her interesting now that I think back on the episode, though. Unlike Chloé who is honest to a fault, Lila consistently lies. I feel like Chloé’s actions are because she feels superior, whereas Lila’s are because she feels inferior. I hope both of them get some development over the next season.”

Joker's Pages
Joker Pages in the Suicide Squad: The Official Movie Novelization

Link to all the Joker pages in the Suicide Squad: The Official Movie Novelization. 

This must have been written really early on (and not by David Ayer), because the Joker we see in here is completely different from the one we see in the movie. Joker seems to have gone through a lot of changes from the first day to what ended up in the movie. In this one he is more abusive towards Harley with some signs of love, but in the movie he seems loving and sweet towards Harley with hardly any signs of abuse. Interesting.

@monroeisabadass @harleenfrancesqvinzel @sdurivouxoxo @madness-driven

Had to share this ‘cause I find it interesting: I was kinda like 'what?’ on the whole choice of 'Mongoose’ for Regina and Henry’s new mission. So, I did some looking into Mongoose’s and found out that they are especially known for their ability to seize and kill venomous snakes. Cobra, anyone? Symbol of the death of Operation Cobra and the birth of Operation Mongoose, perhaps? Or that the two are enemies and the two operations go for different objectives…

I still will never get over how—despite the fact he’s being attacked and he hates every second of it—when Bill is basically manhandling Ford, you can tell it’s familiar. The way Ford reacts it’s like he’s SO USED TO IT and honestly that FUCKS WITH ME.

Day: 1309
Shirt: Father John Misty - Father Tad Misty
Color: Black
Brand: American Apparel
Source: went to see Father John Misty last night at the Roxy for the record release of his new album , “I love You, Honeybear”.  there is this thing about FJM that i cannot put my finger on exactly about what i like about the guy.  Yes of course he has a great voice and can write a good song but there is this something about him personally that i find interesting.  I feel like this shirt kinda sums it up tho. a giant picture of Sub Pop Grunge master Tad in a very Jack Nicolson The Shinning kind of face.  what would posses FJM to make a shirt like this?  i think the answer is really because he can, and why not?  most people will never even know who this guy is and will probably go over a lot of fans heads but i think thats the point i am getting at, FJM doesn’t give a fuck.  

I mean sure he gives a fuck but its on his terms.  a lot of that is what makes his songwriting so unique.  he has no problem telling you how he feels, and I’m sure at times even making fun of fans to their face but with a smile and some swagger.  to me its funny and refreshing, you can only write so many songs about Love, drugs and rock n roll, but how many times do you hear a song like “the Night Josh Tillman came to Our Apartment” where clearly he was just fed up with some certain behaviors of people and decided to funnel it into song.  a song with almost an ironic lullaby sound to it, but the reality is he is just venting.  it just takes on a whole new tone.  

enough writing tho.  if you want the shirt its in the Sub Pop Mega Mart HERE, and I’m sure you can grab it on tour this year if you catch him live but I enjoy the mail-order myself cause its always nice to get a package from Mudhoney’s Mark Arm.  

ALRIGHT So I’ve wondered about this a lot and the recent Haikyuu!! extra has made me believe even more that Oikawa– who likes referring to most people with nicknames– probably only uses -chan for those he considers rivals (Ushiwaka-chan, Tobio-chan, Chibi-chan) or challenging teammates (Kyouken-chan, Kunimi-chan; idk Oikawa seemed a lil pointed about how he wasn’t giving it his all that one time)?? 

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