I hope u have insurance if u invite this hoe to your place or be prepared to get your ass beat n robbed Adareo Lowry aka leader of the Laniyah hit squad facebook name laniyah shade bankston

anonymous asked:

describe the one direction fashion during their album eras.

Up All Night.

Pastel twinks. Giving off that vibe that makes you think they smell like an Oceanside Yankee Candle and freshly cut springtime grass. Would defo date you, open doors for you and smile at you with some sugary fucking tooth-rotting grin. Defo gonna have you back home 15 minutes before curfew with a wink at Mama as he leaves to drive the car that tells your mama he paid for the meal and could probably pay for her house too.

Take Me Home.

Sassy rich-boy fucks. Got that ‘lost my car keys so daddy brought me a new car’ vibe. Wears bowties to a casual as fuck house party. Other dudes think they’re twats but girls think they got dollar dollar hiding in their fancy fucking breast pockets. Lots of monochrome colours, wears white jeans and would probably wink at you as you notice the grass stains.

Midnight Memories.

Greasy gas station rent-boy chic. Excuse me m’aam, our car seems to have broke down can we borrow your cell so we can call a towing service“ Totally not passed them to throw you on the back seat and have the whole squad hit it in their cheap as fuck dodgy car whilst they wait for the tow truck tho. Smell like sweat, tequila and smoke. Bad-boy assholes that don’t believe in money as a concept which is an excuse for them being broke as fuq. Would get drunk with you and complain about captalism and the bourgeoisie. 


Slayin in all black cos it’s everyone elses funeral. Take me To Church plays in the background of them wherever they go. Has the ‘Daddy-doesn’t-talk-about-his-business-with-you’ vibe and you cool with that. Smells like overpowering Gucci cologne on a soft autumn breeze. Hair constantly in a state of ‘i woke up like this but it took an hour to get right’. Most likely actually has money falling out their pockets. Shoes pointier than cheekbones.

Made In The AM.

We’re not like regular dads we’re cool dads. Relaxed and chill vibe, just guys being dudes. The kind of guys who know how to bleed a radiator but know the best guy to get cocaine from at short notice. Would probably reference memes in conversation but only the relevant ones. If you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, they are wife material.

“Hit the Diamond” will forever be my favorite Steven Universe episode.

Ruby squad is introduced.

“Oh honestly, you call everyone a clod.”

“That’s my word.”

Ruby and Sapphire!

“Yeah, casual!” *walks like a dumbass*

“Well, she’s definitely not in that barn!!”



“I saw that this was a possibility, though I am surprised that this is the path we are taking.”

“This plan sucks.”







Lapis putting zero effort into catching the ball.

Amethyst showing off, and Pearl going “NICE”.

Rupphire flirting.

“You’re lying to me!!” … “To make you feel better!” … “THANK YOU.”

Sapphire being a badass and winning the game.

“A HA AH HA HA HA… whoops.”

Peridot trying to run to everyone, falling over twice. Calling herself the leader of the CGs.

Peridot looking to Pearl because she doesn’t know how to answer the Rubies, Pearl shaking her head “no”.

“NEPTUNE!!”  “Well why didn’t you say so!”

“Man… Rubies are DUMB.”  “Not all of them.”

shakedown-1977  asked:

But how did you discover Russia's illegal annexation of Crimea

I was on assignment in early 2014.  It was February, I remember, and it was very cold, especially for Crimea, which the Russians generally considered somewhat equivalent to our Florida.  I was then a wildlife photographer (mostly marine) working there on behalf of the BBC, but occasionally I would dabble in urban photojournalism or human-centric stories when the need arose or I had free time. That’s how I found and grew to know Anna.

She was tall, stocky, built like a machine.  Her arms were cranes and her shoulders were bulldozers. Her long, flowing, ultra-brown hair was the only thing out of place, and her disposition was quite compatible with her physique. When we met for lunch every other week, she used to charge down the Sevastopol street when she caught glance of me, tearing through the other pedestrians and causing quite a stir. When she reached me, she usually knocked me into a lamppost or cafe table, and I would sometimes get a mild concussion, but I didn’t mind.  She was an excellent source and a better friend.

Now, I want to make one thing perfectly clear: the cafes of Sevastopol are exquisite, and for a moment if you closed your eyes you may have felt that you were in a seaside Paris, or a slightly more historic Genoa. The waiters and waitresses, dressed in all white outfits, their sole duty to cater and serve, were well-trained, and the chefs were obviously quite good at their task.  It was this setting that I grew to love, and that Anna had already loved since her childhood.

Anna would always tell me that she “could never ever leave” the city she resided in, and that she would rather “eat locusts” than move from her home.  Yet, in that brisk winter, I noticed that things were changing, and that perhaps, the locusts were more of an option than she led me to believe.

“My friend told me about good nursing jobs in Krakow,” she said to me at one of our cafe brunches. “A high need for them and good pay.”

The next week she told me that she had begun to brush up on her Polish, but she said it in such a way that I could sense the pain exuding off from her.  Each word, each sentence, was like acid on her skin, permeating her very being. She didn’t want to leave, she didn’t want to leave, she didn’t want to leave. Yet she did.

The day after the armed hit-squads casually marched through the streets and  the Novofedorivka airbase fell, I missed a call from Anna.  I already knew what she had to say, but I played the voice message anyway, eagerly contemplating every true word.  She had lost her state, her home, her independence. She didn’t feel right, she said, living in another man’s country under another man’s flag.  It just didn’t feel right.

I stayed for four more months, documenting the crisis in the best way I knew how, but there was always something missing – Anna.  She and I lost touch over the months, our cafe rendezvous a long-forgotten thought, and I flew back home when there were no more photos that hadn’t been taken, no more words that hadn’t already been committed to type.  The city, and the region, had been lost, but all I could think about was how Sevastopol lost Anna.


Somewhere someone is having the worst day of their life.
Their child stopped breathing.
Their spouse is not waking up.
Their brother was in an accident.
Somewhere someone is crying out for help.
An abused wife.
A neglected child.
A drug addict.
Somewhere someone is counting the seconds until help arrives.
A single mom who’s house has been broken into.
A daughter watching her dad hold a gun to his head.
An aunt not knowing what drugs her niece is on.
Somewhere someone is in shock.
The 30 year old that just became a widow.
The once happy parents of a 6 month old.
The sister who found her sibling after losing to cancer too soon.

Somewhere. Someone.
Is throwing on boots, and running to the squad.
Hitting the emergency lights while pulling out of the bay.
Hoping a car will stop so they can pass the red light.

Somewhere. Someone.
Will see the blood left on the wall from that dad.
Will hold that baby knowing he’ll never breath again.
Will listen to the screams of family members in heart break.

Somewhere. Someone.
Woke up at 2am to save that drug addict for the 8th time this year.
Skipped dinner to go help a man with a stubbed toe.
Missed holidays, birthdays, soccer games to answer the call of duty.

Somewhere. Someone.
Worked 25 years just to get ptsd and lose their job.
Finally passed all their schooling and tests just to have a career ending injury day 1.
Mixed paths with someone in such a hurry they didn’t stop for the flashing lights.

Somewhere. Someone.
Left at 7am for their 24 hour shift.
Made it till 3pm without lunch.
Was hit head on at 7pm by a car not paying attention.

Someone. Somewhere.
Answered a call for a suicidal male.
5 minutes later was looking eye to eye with the man that would kill her.
A mayday. Shots fired. Is being echoed on radios.

Someone. Somewhere.
Makes 16 cents more then minimum wage.
Works 100 hour weeks to pay the bills.
Gives their life to others, to be paid less then fast food workers.

Someone. Somewhere.
Will see their partner more then their spouse.
Will skip more meals then they can sit down for.
Will wake up more times then they get to lay down.


  • Cartoonz: Why do they call it apartments if they're built together?
  • Panda: Can midgets have big dreams?
  • Moo: If the earth is tilted on its axis, does that mean the world is always turning up?
  • Basically: If Watermelon exist why isnt there Firemelon, Earthmelon, and Airmelon? The Elemelons.
  • Mini: If a person is blind and has a dream, can they see it?
  • Delirious: If my milk expire's on April Fools Day is it really not expired?
  • Nogla: If oranges are called oranges why aren't lemons called yellow?
  • Vanoss: If tomato is a fruit then isnt ketchup a smoothie?
  • Wildcat: Im done.......nope.......I cant deal with this anymore.......goodbye you all can go suck a dick. *slams door*
okay, let’s be serious here skam fam

are you really trying to tell me that the balloon squad hit isak and had a fight with the other guys because isak and even are gay?

the balloon squad, as in the guys that play some weird basketball game with socks and lamps? the guys who included sana in said game? the guys who gave elias so much crap for calling sana a slave? the guys who took a bunch of balloons and gave them to the girls in their first party together? the guys who have been NOTHING but sweet and nice and respectful every time we’ve seen them?????????

THIS GUYS????????? 

Originally posted by bloosana


Originally posted by katsgifmill

The Last Jedi

Obi-Wan Kenobi was supposed to go to Mustafar and kill Anakin Skywalker.

That was his last mission given to him by Master Yoda and, on any other day, he would have obeyed. It would have fundamentally broken Obi-Wan, but he would have obeyed and trusted in the will of the Force.

But not today.

It was easy enough to sneak into the Senate building and to take out one of the Red Guards that were assigned to protect the Chancellor.

No. The Emperor.

It was also ridiculously easy to cloak himself in the Force, to let the faintest swirl of his own negative emotions block out the steady radiance that was his own presence. He simply hid in plain sight, just another angry soul in a building drowning in fury and hate. The whole building now reeked of the Dark Side, of the Sith, and the desperation of one young man trying to save his world from annihilation.

Later, Obi-Wan told himself, later he would try to untangle what he felt as he followed after the Red Guard.

He could sense the fight between Yoda and Palpatine and every Jedi instinct within him screamed at him to drop the charade and storm into the Senate Chamber and join the diminutive master in the fight.

But he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was not there to fight a Sith Lord.

He was there to murder Sheev Palpatine, the man who had single-handedly destroyed everything that had ever been good in Obi-Wan’s life.

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Got7 working in a Company

: Nora’s sugar daddy, in a affair with his boss’s daughter just to get a raise. Major heartbreaker hint the red hair swept back. His fashion and his face get him a lot of girls, his cat is probably more important than anyone’s existence. The ‘I’ll fuck you hard so you won’t walk tomorrow’ Typa THOT, jinyoung is his plug when it come to work, in the ‘bitch talk shit get hit squad’ with jinyoung and bambam and yugyeom also youngjae.

Jinyoung: looks like your ‘perfect Korean oppa’ but is a savage ass bitch with a pretty face. His like the apple in snow white, pretty from the outside ugly from the inside. WILL snake you in and out, works for the same company as jaebum, his boss tells him to marry his wife but he says no because he got more bitches already and she dump for falling for jaebum, ‘bitch talk shit get hit’ is his fam

Jackson: very enthusiastic, the ‘imma hype the fuck outta of you’ person, known for being a savage during meetings, never is early to a meeting, he almost got fired 5 times, he’s hot and funny that gets him major girls, always wants to be the center of attention, never failed to get a girl to give him a head.

Bambam: better than you in fashion, ready to talk shit 30/10, always ready to come straight at his boss with facts in meetings, his boss hates him but can’t fire him, the ‘how do you know I’m not big??!’ is what got most of the girls at work weak af, always on his phone, in the ‘bitch talk shit get hit’ squad, will fuck you up if you come at his legs, known as ‘snakeandwitch’ due to his friendship with yugyeom.

Yugyeom: straight outta savagery, the ‘newbie’ in the company, has a very sharp jawline, eye fucking all the time, never is on time, his coworkers always forgive him, part of the ‘bitch talk shit get hit’ squad, their known as the ‘snakeandwitch’, will get you fired, never failed to get the girl he wants, barely cares for his job,  the ‘daddy’ type, will fuck up the bitches who look at him in a wrong way.

Mark: nice guy, very quiet, doesn’t want to get fired, always on time, he’s the boss’s pet, always being showed off in meetings and work parties and dinners, BARELY talks, very sensitive, ‘sugar daddy’ typa guy, hates bambam and yugyeom also can not tolerate jaebum and jinyoung, jackson is his only friend

Youngjae: never is in office, always works from home, when comes to work (which is never) gets all the attention (reason jackson hates him), doesn’t bother talking in meetings even if he has a great idea or a plan, has the ‘resting bitch face’ on all the time, more likely to quit but his boss’s doesn’t let him whatsoever, somehow friends with jinyoung and jaebum and bambam and yugyeom, somehow got in the ‘bitch talk shit get hit’ squad , yet can not like jackson nor mark, hates them both just because, coco is what makes him stay home.


Heyooo, I am the person who has been doing these Got7 reactions or Got7 as bestfriends and etc. First of all, thank you guys for all the likes on Got7 as bestfriends, honestly I just wrote my thoughts and didn’t really care but I am happy a lot of you like it! Also if you want to send in requests you can! My asks is open so please do so, and if it isn’t a request you can just hmu for fun lol.


Because it’s about damn time I made one. This will be updated regularly, however people might have to remind me… I’ve also added a mastertag on my page, so if you don’t want to pick ’n’ choose which ones you want to read, just scroll through that! (I know it works on mobile but I’m not sure about computer)

I’ve starred all of them that might be triggering. Please read them at your own risk. Ich liebe dich~! Take care of yourself!

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While trying to take down a new rogue alien, a few of the super squad get hit with some soul swapping device. The following switch bodies:
Barry in Mick’s body
Mick in Oliver’s body
Oliver in Sara’s body
Sara in Kara’s body
Kara in Wally’s body
Wally in Alex’s body &
Alex in Barry’s body
It was a very interesting two days trying to get switched back to the right body. Alex probably had the most fun zipping around National City at the speed of light.