all the things we mentioned are everywhere

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So the RFA Cafe I attended last weekend was a transcendental experience cause of this crazy cast. 😂😂😂 We all felt like we stepped into the game itself. I was seated at Zen’s table because he is my first and my favorite, and he was so legit I can’t even. 😂 He sang for us, gave us hugs and cheek kisses, took endless selfies on our phones and called us baby. 😍 Meanwhile Seven carried Honey Butter Chips everywhere, Jumin ordered Jaehee around and asked people if they like cats, Yoosung was a sweetheart, V was almost bumping into things, Saeran was recruiting everyone to Mint Eye, and Jaehee of course was running around working her ass off. IT WAS GREAT. Not to mention THEY’RE ALL GORGEOUS??? Anyway. They recently started a page so everyone who was experiencing #sepanx from them could bother them. And they’ve been keeping our days extra lively ever since. This is my present to them. Thank you guys for being amazing. We MC’s love you all! ❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘

P.S. Thanks to the person who took this screenshot hahaha

In A Hurry

Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Weekly Hiatus Challenge. The prompt is “Are we completely sure that’s how it supposed to look?”  And the gif below. 

I haven’t written Sam in a couple of months, so here you. This is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine.

Word Count: 1200-ish

Warnings: Smut, language


It had been a long hunt, too long; three states over two weeks. Dirty, musty motel rooms, bad diner food and worse aches and pains then you can remember in a long time. Not to mention little to absolutely no alone time with your boyfriend, Sam. Dean was everywhere, all the time. Two freaking weeks and you barely had enough time to rub one out in the shower, let alone get in some good loving time with Sam.

The werewolves were running in packs of tree and four it seemed like for every one you took out, another two popped up in its place. Slower than you would have care for, they eventually led the three of you to their den and the end result was a total of twelve dead wolves over fourteen days. Thankfully the human casualties had not flowed over state lines.

You had inspected both brothers for any injuries that needed immediate treatment or stitches, with Sam doing the same for you. Luckily, the injuries had been minimal with each fight over the last two weeks. None of you had suffered anything that antiseptic and a couple shots of whiskey couldn’t fix.

Huffing loudly, you threw yourself down on the bed next to Sam while Dean finished up in the shower.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Sam looked over at you, concern filling his ever changing eyes.

“Ahhhhggg Sam, I am so horny and Dean won’t leave us alone!” You whined like a child and beat your fists on the bed for good measure.

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Niall Horan Imagine - One Shot (Fluff) - Mrs. Horan

A/N: As requested by Kayleigh @nutellaxwifix, her sweetest soul has waited so long for me to post this imagine. I love you so so much and hope you enjoy it. Thank you for bearing with me all this time. Much love to all. Requests are open btw .xx

It’s moments with those closest to you and those that actually care for you who touch your heart. It was a gloomy Sunday in Dublin, Niall and I spent time equally with both our families as everyone is head over heels with our one month old bundle of joy. That’s our baby girl, Allison Rose Horan but her nickname being Ally.

It was all a rush in the moment. 10 months ago I didn’t plan on having a child not at our young age anyway. Niall was doing so well going solo, I couldn’t have been more proud of where he is today. I had always supported his decision and stuck by his side through the hard times. Of course I was hoping to get married and grow a family with Niall but in the midst of his solo career ?

I remember crying that night in my bathroom, earlier on that day I was nauseous and wasn’t my usual self. I thought I might as well take a pregnancy as it may be a possibility I’m pregnant since Niall and I did celebrate the other night…Nevermind that.

Mixed emotions had gone through me, I was both happy and heartbroken. Happy that I’m going to be a mom and heartbroken as to what would Niall and our families think ? I had confessed later that night to my parents first as I thought it would be at least 60% of weight off my shoulders. They were gladly understanding and was willing to help me out through my 9 month journey.

When I had finished talking to my parents, I went back to my room and sent Niall a text that I needed to talk to him urgently. I was in London at the time while he was LA, not the way I wanted to reveal the news to him through Skype but I was left with no other choice. He replied minutes later and Skyped me first.

“Hey babe whatsup ?” He asked as he rested his chin on his right hand. “This isn’t as I really planned- actually this wasn’t planned at all…Anyways I have something really important to tell you” I said and bit my lip. “Clearly it’s serious, you’re biting your lip so hard” he said raising his eyebrows. “Okay are you ready ?” I asked for confirmation. Oh gosh the feels. He simply shrugged his shoulders but still clearly eager to hear the big reveal. “I’m pregnant” I said.

It was quite for 5 seconds on both ends, that was until Niall started screaming and shouting “I’M GOING TO BE A DAD” I giggled at his reaction as it was what I’d hoped for. “Look Niall I know it’s not the perfect time for us to be having a family and-” he cut me off. “Princess, nothing could make me happier right now than knowing I’m going to be a father and you’re going to be the mother of my child. I love you very much and wished I was there with you to celebrate” he said and blew air kisses. “Love you too, please be back soon, we’re missing you” I said as I rubbed my belly.

“I’ll be back tomorrow on the first flight that I can catch…Anyways love I have to go on stage in a bit, I love you so so so much. Can’t wait for this baby, hoping these 9 months go by fast” he said. “I hope so too and love you more baby. Byeeee” I waved him off. I knew he was going to be a great dad whenever I see him with Theo.

10 months later here we are having the time of our life with our little Ally. Niall’s family had offered to take care of the baby tonight while the both of us had gone out for dinner. I got dressed in a black and silver sequin dressed that had stopped at mid thigh, paired with black mid heels. We walked hand in hand to the car, he closed my door and walked to the drivers seat. He sadly had not mentioned where we were having dinner and I was getting curious by the second. I have a love hate thing for surprises.

He drove high up for a perfect view of the city. There in front of the car was a beautifully set out table for 2 with candles and roses everywhere - the roses had trailed to the table - Niall made sure I was seated first then only had he sat in front of me.

“This is really beautiful Niall, you didn’t have to go all out” I said and glanced around me at the beautiful decor of twinkle lights. Just then a man with a violin had popped out of no where and had started playing. “Anything for my princess” he smiled and took my hand into his, he placed a small peck on the back of my hand.

We had a great night of listening to the violin and eating some delicious food. Once we were done, Niall was clearly in no rush of leaving and just glanced at our surrounding until finally laying his eyes on me. “I couldn’t be anymore happier today and it’s all thanks to you” he said and pointed at me. “Why are you thanking me ?” I asked confused.

“You supported me through everything. You have pushed me to do what I wanted to do. You helped me to achieve things in life. You carried our gorgeous baby for 9 months. You’ve been through a lot with me for the past 3 and a half years now. We’ve had our ups and downs but I couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend” he said standing up and kneeling before me. OMG. ITS HAPPENING. THEIR COMES THE WATERWORKS.

I covered my hands over my mouth, I can’t believe this is actually happening. “I’m glad the fans agree with me on picking the right girl. So many yet I thought I’d never find the one girl who I can share special memories with. It took me a damn long time to find you, I wished I had known where you were earlier in my life but that doesn’t matter because this moment right here matters most. Y/N Y/LN will you marry me ?” He asked as he revealed the ring from the mini square sized boxed that was in his pocket.

“Of course yes !” I said in excitement. He slipped the ring on my ring finger. He lifted me up carrying me bridal style as his lips met mine. There went the oh so familiar sparks every time our lips meet. He loosened his grip on me and had me pinned against the passenger seat door. He gave me one last peck and helped me get into the car then quickly making his way to the drivers seat. He intertwined our fingers “I’m glad to finally call you Mrs. Horan”

Originally posted by craicthatniall

peonight  asked:

Something I just realised. So I'm watching Phineas and Ferb, and i notice that Isabelas whole character is about her crush on Phineas! She has no goals, or motives, other than to be with Phineas. Candace never talks to her mom about anything other than the boys. All background characters are boys, unless fireside girls. And all dancers are scantily clad women... :/

This is definitely interesting, and it’s something I hadn’t even considered before you mentioned it: good eye!

As someone who used to watch all the time, I can agree that it seems like Candace and Isabella and the other female characters in the show are only present to support the male characters, whatever way that is: Candace busting her brothers or talking about Jeremy, Isabella encouraging Phineas and Ferb’s ideas, even their mom being portrayed as oblivious.

Hopefully this wasn’t the creators intentions, but it can be super discouraging to see that even on cartoons girls are sometimes seen as the support, the background. Hard to call inspiring for women and little girls who want to be the creators and the inventors.

When you start paying attention, gender roles are EVERYWHERE. It makes sense they’d be all over television. You mentioning Phineas and Ferb has me wondering what other shows have stereotypes and roles that I’ve been missing. Now that’s all I’m going to be able to see, haha

Thank you for sharing that observation. (Sometimes I wonder if people don’t think we notice these things: you are proof they don’t go ignored.)
have a great day💚💚

anonymous asked:

Please, please just talk to the people you call "terfs" one time and you will realize we aren't violent, trans hating people, trans people aren't even the center of radical feminism, saying we don't deserve any space as if we're akin to nazis or racists hurts and does nothing to bridge our communities so that we can help women everywhere

You want to help women but demean, harm, and belittle trans women. I don’t really care if you claim you’re “not all bad,” you’re bad if you are actively part of a group that treats trans women like trash and say unspeakable things to them. You don’t care about all women, just women who fit your idea of what a women should be, and that’s selfish.

You’re not welcome on my blog. We don’t tolerate transphobia.

Day 5
Latamarang to Dhukur Pokhari. 18.5km. 7 hours.
It was just going to be a short day.
A 3 hour hike to Chame, fix my shoes, get Erica some medicine, but the annapurnas had other plans.
Of course it was another beautiful trek. I probably don’t even have to mention it any more, we can all assume from now on every single day is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. It was an easy trek to Chame, nice and sunny. It was too easy, it lulled us into a false sense of security.
We arrived at 12pm, my shoes were going to take an hour to fix so I wandered around town in a sexy socks and sandals combo. There was nothing to do but sit down and enjoy an afternoon of chai masala.
Sitting in a tiny indian take away shop with children running around everywhere, watching the owner cook tibetan bread crouching down in front of the fire. Before we knew it 2 hours had passed. We were all low on energy, Erica had her medicine but she was still sick, Tomas had a hectic cold setting in (which he later gave to me, bastard) so we thought ‘lets just cruise along to Bhratang, the next town, another 2 hours of walking and we can call it a day.
We set off just as the rain began.

We plodded along through pine forests, next to rivers, past locals huddled under overhanging rocks warming themselves by little camp fires. Staring at us as we trudged along in the cold rain. Berating ourselves for our decision to keep going. We saw more and more snowy peaks, our breath was frosting up. My fingers were getting colder and colder.
Today felt like we were hiking in the scottish highlands.
Finally the next town was in sight and a sigh of relief filled my soul. But as we got closer we saw Tomas and Marijn sitting and waiting for us. We’d lost them on the route so it was a double relief.
It didn’t last long.
They were shaking there heads.
“Don’t get your hopes up, there’s no rooms”
My back screamed in protest.
“The next town is 2 hours away”
I didn’t believe them. I can handle a long trek but not when I don’t expect it.
I’d mentally prepared myself for a 3 - 4 hour hike, and here I was 5 hours later preparing for another 2 hours.
My mind wasn’t ready. We were stopping in Bhratang. I still couldn’t comprehend that it wasn’t true.
Putting my pack back on will still remain one of the most demoralising things i’ve ever had to do.
We weren’t sure if there were rooms in the next town but we were hoping with everything we had. If there wasn’t rooms, it was another 2 hours to Upper Pisang.
I knew i could physically manage, but mentally?

As we trekked the snowy mountains got closer and closer, the clouds dropped lower and lower. I was so cold, i could hardly move my fingers and the thought of taking my pack off and getting my camera out was too much. But eventually there wasn’t anything I could do about it, I had to get it out, it was that epic.
Step by step I managed. I was so excited by the thought of the next town and putting my bag down, but I had no idea what was coming. After what felt like decades of trekking we crested the hill and suddenly there was the town. The first thing i noticed was the hotel signs. There were enough hotels around that I knew we’d have a place to sleep here. I could relax.
I dropped my bag and grabbed my camera and could now appreciate the view around me. I was dog tired but the view was so overwhelming, i didn’t know what to photograph first. Everywhere I looked snowy mountains, so close I could see the the wind blowing snow off the peak.
We were above the clouds, the trees were frosted over and the mist was roaming through.
I was standing on the rooftop of the hotel with my zoom lens on so overwhelmed I was close to tears. Energy was coursing through my veins. The cold crisp air was cleansing my body of its aches and pains and the view made me forget the hours of pain.

I’ve spent the last 5 days describing the trek, mountains after mountains, aches and pains, overwhelming views. I’m sure it’s getting boring now. So let me describe what life is like on the trek. It’s not all walking and pain.
I didn’t expect to enjoy every second of this trek so much, a lot of that is down to the people i was lucky enough to meet. But when you arrive in a new town first you feel the pure pleasure of being able to put your pack down. You check out your room, check the comfort of the bed. So far it’s been pretty good. You ask about a hot shower, every now and then you get lucky. (In this spot we were lucky, it was almost too hot.)
Then you head into the common area to order dinner. The only place that has any warmth. As soon as the place starts filling up they light the fire and everyone huddles around with there feet and hands next to the stove trying to return feeling to their extremities.
The warmth fills you up and you all wait for your food to arrive in anticipation.
Food has never tasted so good. You sip a hot tea and admire how glorious a simple lemon tea is.
There is usually another traveller or two in the guesthouse and you all bond around the fire, comparing trekking stories. Most of the time the other travellers have trekked far longer and quicker than us. It became an ongoing joke how slow we were. Not physically trekking, we’re fast walkers, we just didn’t push ourselves.
But why push, it’s the most beautiful place i’ve ever been, why rush through.

I remember this night specifically being quite enjoyable, such a tough day with such a sweet reward. Laying around the fire listening to music and discussing our different lives.
It was our first night above 3000 metres.
We were all starting to feel the altitude, a little bit heavy in the head, more tired than usual, the breathing just doesn’t come AS easy as it should.

anonymous asked:

bro, imma test your patience with me. now idk shit about politics buuut i need to learn a little more than the basics of whats happening to brazil, you know? its hard since its a hole different country so im kinda limited, i understand portuguese but really need a politics for dummies to know whats happening and what will probably happen due to the hell thats going on in BR. help me and get a smile (pls??)

Man this is hard because I have no idea what you already know or not or where you’re from so I can’t really make comparisons?? but i’m gonna try to give you a general??? hold tight

so I guess first thing is understanding the system, right?

Brazil has a… multi-party presidential democracy. Ish. Hasn’t always been like that tho, in fact, brazilian history is filled with coups and not so democratic republics. It’s our thing. But right now we have a President, in charge of the executive power, then there’s the upper and lower houses of congress (Senate and Chamber, we call them, basically), and the Supreme Court, I guess just like in the US. There’s a president to the Senate, a President to the Chamber, and a few more important figures in each part of the government, like the ministers, or cabinet leaders, that hold, well, cabinets, like the one for Education or Health or Culture, etc, or the Government Leader in congress that isn’t really a formal title but also kinda is a job. 

So, our parties. There are so many of them. SO MANY. Y’all wouldn’t believe how many. Ok, about 30-40 of them. But really, who the fuck knows all of them? I don’t, so we’re gonna stick to the most important ones. But for that, quick history lesson: 

Remember when I said we haven’t always been, uhm, this? Yeah, up until the late 80′s Brazil was on a Dictatorship (not the first we had, but the worst we had, arguably) (and I have to control myself not to tell you the whole thing cause I just love brazilian history???? but imma stick to what’s important) THE POINT IS: during those years, only two “parties” were allowed to exist, the… pro-dictatorship party and the… consented opposition party (we like to call them the “yes” and the “yes, sir” parties cause of the obvious). Consented opposition party was called MDB (founded in 65′). When dictatorship ended, they turned into PDMB (in 1980). You’re gonna have to get used to the acronyms because we only use them here. Sometime later, in 88, some people left PMDB to found PSDB, and at the time the plan was to have it a bit more to the left than PMDB that was a pretty center-right wing party. More to the left of both of those, also in the 80′s, our Workers Party is founded, PT. Not a socialist/communist party, whatever some may think until today. You might be wondering what happened to the dictatorship supporters party, right? They’ve changed names a few times through the last decades, nowadays they’re DEM, a right wing party (ironically enough, their acronym comes from Democrats).

Nowadays you can say PSDB is a center-right wing party, PT is center-left, and PMDB is wherever it pleases (mostly center-right, though). “Isn’t there a REAL left wing then????” there is, but it’s not exactly the most powerful thing in existence, so most people atribute the “left” nearly entirely to PT, cause up until a couple of years ago, it was majorly powerful. We’ll get to that. Anyway, some left wing parties are PCdoB and Psol and a shit ton of other small ones.

Back to history. When dictatorship was ending people made an awful lot of deals to get one dude (Tancredo Neves) into the presidency (not popular vote yet, some sort of electoral college) but cause we’re in Brazil and shit just can’t be simple HE DIED before taking office then his vice president (who had just kinda changed parties to make the run) became the first post-dictatorship president. This dude is called Sarney and he’s alive until today and we like to call him The King of a state because his family basically owns it. And it’s a big state and in pretty bad condition (if you want we can come back later to why so many families are so powerful and so entirely into politics and basically owners of whole states and how Oligarchies have always been a thing BUT in another post). He’s a senator now. Yeah, cause that’s a thing, you don’t have to end your career after being president here. Oh, both of those were like, from PMDB.

Then we finally got to vote and we elected this one young unknown dude who was promising to end corruption (I mean, they all do, but, big time), his name was Collor, and he got impeached for corruption a couple of years later. Yes, you’re allowed to laugh. He was from PRN, we’re not gonna talk about this party here, no relevance. His vice president took over, Itamar Franco, and if you guessed it you probably got it right: he was from PMDB. The country was still in a big ass crisis coming all the way from the dictatorship years and Collor had just screwed up massively too so when Itamar KINDA got things under control his economy cabinet leader got big time praise…… and got elected president a couple of years later for PSDB. His name is Fernando Henrique Cardoso (we like to call him FHC) and he’s still alive too. 

So we got a few years of PSDB there cause they approved reelection in congress at some point there - let’s be honest, it’s because they were scared of the increasing popularity of somebody else that had been running in the past elections too: Lula, the big leader of PT - and they were right to, cause Lula would get elected finally in 2003 and reelected after, staying until 2011, and would hand pick his successor and get her elected: Dilma Rousseff, who would also get reelected. As you might have heard, she got impeached last year, leaving office to her vice president, Michel Temer, from… PMDB. 

For the past couple of decades, our political scenario pretty much got divided into PSDB and PT running against each other (and against a ton of minor parties that didn’t quite make it) in every election, with PT winning all of the ones mentioned above. But in any and all of the governments, deals had to be made to get - you guessed it - PMDB support. If there’s one thing you have to know about these last years of Brazil is that no one, no one can govern without PMDB. And the reason to that is on it’s historical basis: it’s basically the oldest and biggest party we got. So EVERYWHERE there’s someone from there, so they get plenty of space in government, they make most of congress, they make most of the senate, they make most of the local powers, etc. And like that, unelected, they got to the Presidency quite a few times. When I said before that they go wherever they want to, is because they’ll lean to whichever side can grant them power, and not even collectively - you can see some of them aligning to left wing politicians in some parts of the country while others get allied to right wing politicians in another part in the same election, since there are no rules against that. Today, since they hold the presidency and most of the other important roles, their main ally is PSDB, but a few years back they were the main supporters to PT, so, really, the rule should be “don’t trust them and expect anything and everything”. 

I think… this kinda covers the basics. Very basics. Roughly. It would be important for you to understand the whole Impeachment mess of the past couple of years. I have a couple of posts on that here and here and here and here and you can always go to my politics tag to search for more comments on everything. Idk, bring me objective questions or just what more you want to know after this so I can help more??? i’m really kinda lost on what to tell you and there’s sooo much to brazilian history that is important, but I think this post is way too long already x) I like telling the stories though, so ask away

“space mom” isn’t bad

for starters, i apologize for making this a separate post; for some reason i cannot reblog the original one. one or both of the bloggers probably blocked me. anyway, here’s the post in question and a link:

i completely disagree with most of this post.

  1. “Almost everyone can do better than Ford for a boyfriend”
    This is a disturbing way to begin a post arguing against a maternal figure. You do not give any evidence to support your claim, so I am left to assume you are referring to Ford’s “less desirable” traits, such as his short-sightedness, his tunnel vision, and his social awkwardness, all of which are autistic traits, which you acknowledge later with your reference to infantilization. Your claim that an autistic man with PTSD and anxiety is literally the last choice romantically speaking for anyone, even the worst of people, is degrading to say the least.
  2. “Ford was a grown ass man when he met her, please stop with that infantilizing bullshit.”
    It is true that infantilization of Ford and autistic characters in general is a major problem in fan circles; however, I have not seen anything infantilizing of him being directly related to Jheselbraum. The need for care and help does not go away when one becomes an adult, just as a mother remains a mother even when her child has grown up.
  3. “Can we, as a fandom, stop assigning female characters with the task of caretakers for grown ass men please? It is super sexist and gross.”
    This is completely ridiculous. For starters, the interpretation of Jheselbraum as a maternal figure for Stanford comes from the fact that she had been treating his wounds for “a long time” and that she continued to watch after him and sought to help him. The only thing sexist about it is, as you mentioned, her character is not observed outside of her relationship to Ford. However, that is not directly related at all to her maternal role, and the idea that being a mother is degrading is an insult to feminist mothers everywhere.
  4. “Ford… has a mom? Like, we saw her and she existed. She had a shitty husband but she herself seemed an okay mom.”
    This may come as a shock to you, but it is possible to have multiple parental figures.
  5. “Could we kindly get some meta about her that doesn’t revolve around Ford Please and Thank You Very Much.”
    Once again, this is a problem, but it has nothing to do with her relationship to Ford and is a problem with multiple female characters, not just Jheselbraum.

In conclusion, being a maternal figure is not sexist or demeaning. What is sexist is the refusal to see her outside of her relationship to male characters.

OKAY SO INSPIRED BY MARTYR’S POSTS, HERE’S ONE ABOUT HOW WEIRD WILD KRATTS IS WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT. (AND HOW MUCH WE LOVE IT FOR THAT FACT)

And yes capslock, I’m in an excellent mood so I’m gonna keep it up

OKAY SO SINCE SHE DID, LET’S START WITH THE VILLAINS. WE’VE GOT ONE WHO’S TRIED TO KILL THE BROS IN SEVERAL EPISODES (WALRUS, RHINOS, CREATURE POWER CHALLENGE, ETC), ONE WHO KEEPS ALLUDING TO EATING CHRIS (PLATYPUS CAFE, RAPTOR ROUNDUP), AND ONE WHO SUSPENDS ANIMALS IN AN AWAKENED STATE AND UNABLE TO MOVE.

THEN YOU’VE GOT THE CREATURE POWER SUITS

THERE’S NO WAY THESE DON’T HOOK INTO THEIR NERVOUS SYSTEMS. THEY CAN FEEL THESE THINGS, MAN. JUST LOOK AT CHRIS’S FACE WHEN SQUIRREL SUDDENLY GETS ITS TAIL

AND THEY CAN FEEL THE SUITS GO WRONG JUST BEFORE THE SUITS ACTUALLY DO

AND LEAVE IT TO WILD KRATTS TO JUSTIFY FINGER WINGS.  FREAKING FINGER WINGS, THE MOST CARTOONY OF BIRD THINGS

WHILE WE’RE ON THE SUBJECT, THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NO ARGUING THAT THE SUITS CHANGE THEIR ANATOMY. YOU CAN SEE LIMBS GO AWAY WHEN THEY BECOME SPIDER OR GAZELLE OR A DOZEN OTHER SUITS. AND THEN ACORN.

ACORN

THEY ARE LITERALLY EYES AND NOTHING ELSE.

THEN THERE’S BLOWFISH WHERE MARTIN LITERALLY TAKES WATER INTO HIS BODY AND INFLATES. HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THAT IF IT DOESN’T CHANGE THEIR BODIES

AND OKAY. CAN WE TALK

CAN WE JUST TALK

ABOUT OAK TREE FOR A SECOND

BECAUSE NOW NOT IS MARTIN ONLY A TREE, WITH HIS SENSATIONS SPREAD OUT EVERYWHERE OVER HIS BODY (REMEMBER? HE MENTIONS THE RACCOONS FEEL LIKE THEY’RE LIVING IN HIS EAR) BUT ALL THESE CREATURES ARE EATING HIS ACORNS

AND HIS ACORNS ARE PLANTED

THAT’S LIKE, PROBABLY HIS DNA EVERYWHERE NOW

(This gets funnier when you realize blue oaks are an actual thing, if not a Canadian thing)

AND OF COURSE THEN

THERE’S THIS SCENE

WHICH ARE ACORNS THAT FELL FROM MARTIN

AND SPEAKING OF CHRIS PUTTING WEIRD THINGS IN HIS MOUTH

HE ATE METAL DURING TAZZY CHRIS. LIKE, LEGIT SWALLOWED IT

AND HE ATE BONE. AND BIT INTO A CAN. AND COMMENTED IN A LATER EPISODE THAT “EVEN TRASH WAS DELICIOUS” SO PRESUMABLY HE GOT INTO THAT TOO.

HE MUST HAVE BEEN DOWN FOR A WEEK AFTER THIS EPISODE, GDIT CHRIS.

PLUS THERE’S THE MANY

MANY

MANY

TIMES THEY’VE ALMOST DIED, NOT EVEN COUNTING VILLAIN INTERFERENCE.  AND THAT POST THERE IS FROM SEVERAL MONTHS AGO, TAKE INTO ACCOUNT WHAT WE’VE SEEN SINCE THEN.

OH AND ALSO

‘NUFF SAID.

OH AND SQUID POWER HAS A BEAK. WHAT IS THAT EVEN ABOUT?

LET’S FACE IT

WILD KRATTS IS A CUTE SHOW ON THE SURFACE, BUT YOU REALIZE HOW INSANE IT IS WHEN YOU DELVE DEEPER AND START TO THINK ABOUT THE EPISODES

BUT YOU KNOW

I WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY

ALL THE WEIRDNESS AND ALL THE THINGS THEY’RE NOT AFRAID TO SHOW IS PART OF WHY I FELL IN LOVE WITH IT, AND WHY SO MANY OTHERS DID TOO

YOU GO, WILD KRATTS

KEEP ON CREATURE ADVENTURIN’ YOU STRANGE, STRANGE LITTLE BOYS

title: yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be

rating: t

word count: 2k1

summary: It’s not every day someone you know gets kicked in the head and forgets a couple of years of their life or modern AU amnesia fic.

a/n: I was checking my dash the other day and @hurricanedancer​ reblogged  this amazing post and mentioned in the tags wanting a fic. I was already planning to write something for Cassian Andor Appreciation Week (Favourite Relationship(s)) and this inspired me so I combined both. No such thing as too many RebelCaptain fics, right? Anyway hope you enjoy it :)

(I wrote the fic, but Bob Dylan wrote the title.)

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I really love how we’re all enjoying these little subtle things Jack does, myself included, and how we all start making theories everywhere, even more so today with the thumbnail for “ REALITY IS A GLITCH | Observer - Part 1 “ since a lot of us can see Anti in the eye, and with what all Jack said. But I like how there’s those handful of people that try to like..I’m not sure what the word would be. I guess it would be ‘down’ us? When someone mentions things in the comments of videos full of Anti-vibes, even though Jack pretty much literally said it himself, and acknowledged it.  Let people enjoy it, guys. Don’t be that one person in the small crowd just because you find it “cringy” or something. I literally see these types of comments everywhere on YT. We all love being set on fire, and coming up with stuff. Who cares if it’s over for now or not yet close to Halloween? Let us enjoy it, be it in comments, tumblr or any other site. Don’t complain when people mention Anti related stuff, even when Jack did it himself too.  Now I’m not saying that you aren’t allowed to want it to be saved for Halloween or not allowed to have your own opinions, cause I’m excited to see what happens then too, but don’t try to ruin the fun for those who come up with theories and all that, even in video comments, and just ignore the comments made about it. :) 

I fucked up by jumping into the middle of the Pacific ocean fully clothed and my wallet sank to the bottom, but something unbelievable happened!

(warning: very long post with pics at the end)

I have a very fun and quite unbelievable story to tell you guys. This happened back in 1998.

I was 18, slightly nerdy, and I was not a drinker, by any means. Let’s get the funniest part of this entire story out of the way right now. I’ll admit it; I had bowl cut. You’ll see.

I was best buds with two guys I had known for years: Ryan and Dave. Ryan’s dad was an airline pilot and had some free tickets to Hawaii, so he offered to take us all for a long weekend. Needless to say, we were stoked. I had never been to Hawaii before, and I was looking forward to the experience very much.

I am 35 years old now and my memories are spotty, but I will describe things as best I can. The flight was long, but soon enough we arrived in the base-model-Ford-Mustang-convertible-capital-of-the-world. It seemed as if that was the only car available to rent on the island.

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  • Me: >Makes post about how the Super manga is shafting Goku
  • Fandom: Wtf is this supposed to mean, why are you mad Vegeta got something?
  • Me: I'm not mad Vegeta got something I'm mad that they thought they needed to take away from Goku to do it.
  • Fandom: WTF but Vegeta NEVER gets spotlight why are you mad he got some.
  • Me: I'm not. I'm mad Toyotaro made it come at the EXPENSE of Goku's characterization this arc.
  • Fandom: OH MY GOD LISTEN HERE VEGEBUL IS LITERALLY THE MOST UNDERREPRESENTED SHIP EVER AND GOCHI IS SMEARED EVERYWHERE IN EVERYTHING WE ARE SO PERSECUTED WHY ARE YOU PERSECUTING US LET US HAVE THIS INSTEAD OF STARTING SHIPPING WARS
  • Me: lol i never mentioned ships holy jeez stop trying to make it about that
  • No. Seriously. Stop. This isn't even part of the chat thing. Stop trying to make that about something it's not. Y'all look dumb.
Today, I fucked up... by jumping into the middle of the Pacific ocean fully clothed and my wallet sank to the bottom, but something unbelievable happened!

I have a very fun and quite unbelievable story to tell you guys. This happened back in 1998.

I was 18, slightly nerdy, and I was not a drinker, by any means. Let’s get the funniest part of this entire story out of the way right now. I’ll admit it; I had bowl cut. You’ll see.

I was best buds with two guys I had known for years: Ryan and Dave. Ryan’s dad was an airline pilot and had some free tickets to Hawaii, so he offered to take us all for a long weekend. Needless to say, we were stoked. I had never been to Hawaii before, and I was looking forward to the experience very much.

I am 35 years old now and my memories are spotty, but I will describe things as best I can. The flight was long, but soon enough we arrived in the base-model-Ford-Mustang-convertible-capital-of-the-world. It seemed as if that was the only car available to rent on the island.

Ryan, Dave, I (Chris) were lucky enough to have our own room, which meant trouble at that age. We did some bar hopping and found it quite difficult to get alcohol from the bartenders, since we all looked pretty damn young. Desperate times require desperate measures, so we found a guy in the stairwell of our hotel named Cal and asked him to buy us some booze. He agreed… and the debauchery ensued.

Dave and I did a bit of drinking in the hotel room, and Ryan did quite a bit more. He was in pretty bad shape and the place was a disaster. Beer cans were strewn about and everything was in complete disarray. Ryan was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, puking into the shower, when his dad called. He didn’t like what he heard and said that he was coming up to check on us. He was in the same hotel, only a few floors away, so we FREAKED THE HELL OUT!!

It was a mad scramble to clean the room and put all the beer cans into a trash bag and dispose of it in the stairwell before his dad got up there. We kept Ryan in the bathroom and somehow convinced his dad that everything was copacetic and he just had a stomach bug. In hindsight, his dad almost surely knew exactly what was going on, as he kept a much closer eye on us from there on out.

On one of our adventures outside of the hotel that night, we saw an advertisement in a bar for a BOOZE CRUISE. The flyer made it sound like a ton of fun, complete with hot chicks, music, dancing, alcohol, and a massive floating trampoline. What more could an 18 year old ask for? Absolutely nothing… so we decided to see if Ryan’s dad would allow us to go. I believe we told him that we wanted to go on a cruise, while conveniently leaving out the part about the booze, so he didn’t seem to have much of a problem with us going. There was one catch, though: the booze cruise was on a Sunday and Ryan’s family was quite religious. Dave and I were given the option to go to Sunday mass, while Ryan was not. We all went back to the hotel room for the night to ponder the situation.

The next day, we all met up with Ryan’s dad early in the morning and rendered our verdict. In true Top Gear spirit, when one of our comrades was in need and the open road was ahead of us, Dave and I did what we had to do: we left Ryan to go to church with his dad and we got the hell on that ship. And damn was that a good decision. Sort of.

I went to a small high school with a graduating class of less than 60 kids, and I definitely wasn’t a big partier. This cruise was absolutely nuts, especially for me. Loud music was blasting, tons of meat heads were screaming and being obnoxious, beautiful women in skimpy bikinis were on their backs with cheering crowds around them, as whipped cream was sprayed onto their navels. Guys were doing body shots off of topless girls, making out… you name it. It was paradise for Dave and me, but we needed some alcohol to really let loose.

Now that I think about it, I’m not quite sure how we managed to get on this booze cruise, in the first place, since the minimum age for the cruise was 21. LOL! Regardless, we decided to chance it and go ask the bartender for a drink, hoping he wouldn’t ask us for any ID. Dave looked older than I did, so he was nominated to do the deed. If he was successful, our drink of choice was going to be a long island iced tea. He made it up to the bar and wasn’t looking too confident in himself, and I was getting worried that we were going to be busted for being on a booze cruise under-age. No good.

Dave eventually went for it, hands shaking… and he got lucky. The bartender didn’t ID him and he came back with the massive drink!! We were stoked, to say the least. Again, keep in mind the neither of us were big drinkers. Also keep in mind that the bartender made this long island iced tea extremely strong. Well, let me tell you something… this long island iced tea absolutely obliterated me. I became a flaming idiot and lost every single bit of the little common sense I had. I guess that was the goal, but this was a bit more than I had planned for.

By this point, everyone else was extremely intoxicated, as well, as the escapades were only getting more Girls-Gone-Wild’esque. At the peak of my drunkenness, the boat came to a stop and anchored in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Everyone started jumping off the back of the boat and getting onto the massive floating trampoline that was being dragged behind it. This was so amazing for Dave and me. Boobs were bouncing everywhere and we were drunk out of our minds. Every once in a while we would mention poor Ryan, who was probably sitting in the pew beside his father, singing hymns at Sunday mass. Oh well, THE SHOW MUST GO OOONNN!

I then decided to join in the festivities. When I do things, I normally go all out. It’s all or nothing for me, and that would prove to be a bit problematic in this case. All of the other drunk people were jumping off the back of the boat, which was the proper place to jump off the boat, as it was lower and intended for such a purpose. That didn’t seem to be cool enough for me, however, as I climbed up on the side of the boat and let out a scream… then jumped into the ocean.

Fully clothed.

With my wallet in my pocket.

My wallet was forced out of my pocket by the sudden impact from the 20+ foot jump into the water and, unbeknownst to me, promptly sank to the bottom of the ocean floor. Dave and I continued to have a great time on the booze cruise and our lives were perfect. I didn’t realize that I had lost my wallet until we disembarked the ship and got back onto terra firma. This was not a good situation, at all, but fortunately it was pre 9/11 and Ryan’s dad could pull some strings since he was a pilot. I eventually made it back to the continental United States and got a new license from the DMV. All was back to normal for a couple years…

If you are still with me, then you are about to be rewarded, just like I was. Over two years later, my mom received a manilla envelope in the mail, sent from Colorado and addressed to me. I opened up the envelope and inside I found my worn wallet, filled with sand, with my faded ID card and the tattered remains of a twenty dollar bill inside. Also in the envelope was a hand written letter that read:

My husband, ********, found your wallet in 90 ft. of water.  He was doing his 2 weeks with Navy Reserves.  He teaches scuba and is a Master Instructor.  That day he had a group of 8 people out in the ocean when he found your wallet.
I hope you receive this and haven’t moved.  I wondered how long it has been in the ocean (Hawaii). Sincerely, ********************

I was floored. I could not believe that this wallet made it back to me, years after my stupid ass had lost it in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. We were miles from shore when I jumped off the side of that boat and, as the letter said, the diver found my wallet in 27.432 meters of water. Absolutely astonishing, if you ask me. My mom saved it for all these years, and I just got around to taking some pics earlier tonight.

TL;DR Went on booze cruise in Hawaii, got way too drunk, jumped off side of boat fully clothed, lost wallet in the Pacific Ocean, scuba diver found it two years later and sent it back to me with a letter from his wife who has amazing cursive penwomanship, and I had a super awesome bowl cut of which everyone is envious.

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Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the story, guys. I have attached pictures to this post, as proof that this was not a fictional tale!

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ravenclaw-poem  asked:

What inspired your guys' blog? Btw I love your guys' account!

First off, thank you so much!

Second, there are a few reasons we started this.

Miki and I both *love* to write. We do it constantly. We carry notebooks with us *everywhere*. 😅 We love Harry Potter. Actually, all of the people in our friend group: me, her, my boyfriend, his sister, and his best friend not to mention people we don’t even hang out with all that often know what house they’re in, brag about it, and even I use it as an excuse for things we do occasionally. 😂 So anyway, we would read through blogs like this and it was a constant “Oh my god!!! That’s you and Dakota! (the boyfriend)” “Oh my god, Miki! You would soooo do this!” Finally, it hit Miki. We have so many actual conversations we could turn into posts. So she started the blog, told me about it and I told her I had a lot of quotes and things she could use. But she told me that if anyone was posting my stuff, it would be me. So she made me an admin and now its a co-blog.

So, yeah that’s the whole story. Hope its entertaining. 😂

-Mel (the Slytherin)

anonymous asked:

Who else is tired of witnessing the "Should you hit your kids" debate? While I do understand very few of the pro-hitting arguments, do we really trust adults everywhere to decide whether or not their child learns "better" that way?I surely don't. Not to mention that the "Just call CPS" thing is a load of crap by itself. Over here, you need to have bruises, forget about any thing else. I also really don't get why my abusers get angry seeing other children getting abused,but act like they're fine?

i’m so tired of abuse not being taken seriously and the fact that hitting children/spanking is okay in society. like not all physical abuse is all out punching and hitting and bruising! it can still be physical abuse without any marks visible or even any left behind at all!!!

ALSO my parents are constantly like “ugh abuse :/” about other abusive situations and yet,,,,,here they are,,,,

bufordtannen  asked:

Hey I noticed you mentioned about the game implying Mary had a miscarriage, and I think I missed where that was implied but I do think it adds a lot to the character.

Yes!! At one point during the BBQ, Mary makes mention that apparently Crish is…Her fifth? And yet there’s no mention of any children that she may have had before Joseph and, well, we only see/have mention of four Christiansen kids. You could take it as she did have a kid before Joseph, but she says later in the BBQ conversation that her body has only, er, ‘forced out’ four kids.

I personally find the miscarriage idea to be the most damming evidence as to why she’s an alcoholic, but I am open to people pointing out other things if I missed her saying somewhere else in game that she had another kid somewhere. God knows Mary and Joseph have all this hidden information everywhere…