argus paul

anonymous asked:

hey, could you explain what happened in Vegas betweet zayn and liam?

What happened? That’s a really good question.
Basically Zayn ignored Liam throughout the concert, AND THIS IS SOMETHING because Zayn never ignores Liam.

Look at the other concerts

But in Vegas something happened. Zayn didn’t touch Liam, he didn’t even try to look in his direction despite Liam’s pleading eyes. (How did he even manage to resist those puppy eyes?)

So yeah, Zayn was angry. And he was angry with Liam, ‘cause he behaved normally with the other three boys.

Did Liam do something wrong? Maybe, we can’t know for sure, but that same morning Liam and Zayn were fine at the meet and greet.
Though during the day something clearly irritated Zayn and he ended up arguing with Paul.

(btw he’s being cornered by two big guys, that’s only my supposition, but I think they were trying to stop him from doing something dumb, trying to reason with him, even if he didn’t want to)
Anyway he was so upset that he skipped dinner while the other boys went to Gordon Ramsay’s steakhouse

When the concert started Zayn was still upset, he tried to behave normally with the others, but totally ignored Liam.
Also, the weird thing is that his hand was perfectly fine at the beginning of the day, but

again, what happened? Did he punch something? Someone? We’ll never know (ugh)

So, the interesting point which connects everything is that Danielle was there.
Our guess is that nobody expected this, or at least Zayn didn’t expect to find her there. Maybe it was a last moment decision or maybe he was the only one who didn’t know that and didn’t take the news very well.

(I swear I can picture him softly punching Liam and yelling: WHAT DOES SHE DO HERE? WHY IS SHE HERE?) (it’s no secret that Zayn clearly didn’t like her)

Anyhow the boys knew what was going on, and they tried to fix it, changing their usual position and making Zayn and Liam squeeze against each other

wow, good plan guys, how evil

but you failed

Anyway, Zayn and Liam clarified (maybe that same night after sending away Danielle) and the day after everything was fine.

grfygrf  asked:

I'd argue that Paul Ryan is pretty frickin' brainless given that the perfect conditions for a political revitalization were dropped into his lap and he still decided to stick to the party line and basically screw his entire future into oblivion by clinging to this faint and terrible concept of complete health care destruction. Honestly, he deserves to watch all his bridges burn before his eyes...

Paul Ryan is a fraud. He’s been propped up by a political press that is desperate to invent a Republican who isn’t cruel and indifferent to suffering. He’s a liar, he’s not very smart, and he’s sort of the House version of John McCain: like McCain claims to go against his party on principle (he never does), Ryan has this manufactured image as a policy wonk who studies economic theory and history to inform his positions (he doesn’t; his ‘education’ begins and ends with Ayn Rand).

So it isn’t surprising that he’s been a massive failure as a leader and a policy maker, because he is incapable of being either of those things.

The signs on The Great British Bake Off
  • Aries: Is overly confident about their showstopper despite not having practiced it at home
  • Taurus: Unnervingly calm at all times. puts the same two spices into everything
  • Gemini: Goes off plan for their showstopper when they see what the other contestants are doing
  • Cancer: The Most™ puns
  • Leo: Argues with Mary and Paul during the judging
  • Virgo: Has a food blog and knows everything despite being like 12
  • Libra: Matches their outfit to their (perfectly iced) cake
  • Scorpio: Steals someones custard
  • Sagittarius: Goes home early because they try to be experimental and put beetroot in a black forest gateaux
  • Capricorn: Has 5 timers and detailed blueprints
  • Aquarius: Struggles not to look disappointed when they think they’re going to get star baker and then don’t
  • Pisces: Goes home half way through. Was just happy to be there. Cries
Founding the Antibiotic Era

The antibiotic era as we know it today started with syphilis. Yes, the face-ravaging, sanity-altering sexually transmitted infection. At the turn of the 19th century, syphilis was endemic and almost incurable. Caused by the spirochete Treponema pallidium, syphilis was usually treated with inorganic mercury salts. But mercury salts treatment had extremely severe and unpleasant side effects and did not usually work very well. Paul Erlich thought there might be a better way. His idea of a “magic bullet” that selectively targets only disease-causing microbes, and not the human housing those microbes, was based on scientists noticing that aniline and other synthetic dyes, which first were produced in the late 1800s, could stain some specific microbes but not others. Paul Ehrlich argued that special chemical compounds could be created which would “be able to exert their full action exclusively on the parasite harbored within the organism.“  This idea of Erlich’s led him to begin a large-scale and systematic screening program (as we would call it today) in 1904 to find a drug against syphilis.

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anonymous asked:

daryl and jesus 24

 things you said with clenched fists

“Listen asshole, I’ve got some shit to say to you,” Daryl snapped, slamming the door of Paul’s trailer shut. 

Paul glanced up at him, frowning. “Wow, the greetings have really gone down around here.” He was very relaxed up until this point, his feet on the table, and a very old magazine on his lap, that he had been flipping through without paying much attention.

“Stop that.”  Daryl growled, pointing at him, his other hand in a tight fist. 

Paul laughed from his chair, putting his hands up. “I’m not doing anything!”

“Stop with your smart ass remarks,” Daryl snarled, beginning to walk up and down the trailer. He didn’t say anything more for a few moments, simply walking around, occasionally glaring at Paul, who was sitting there looking at Daryl with a small smile on his face. “Stop it.” 

“Daryl, I’m not-”

“You are, and I know you are, because you know you are too.” 

“And without a map to that sentence,” Paul removed his feet from the table and let them drop, getting up. “I have stuff to do.” 

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Imagine going on a date with Paul. You have such a great time at dinner - not a moment passed that he wasn’t trying to make you laugh. He invites you to come hang out with his friends, and the date is going so well, you say yes. When you walk through the door, he starts dancing around, telling all his friends how much his new girlfriend likes him. You’re laughing so hard you can’t even argue.

My theory about McLennon

After John and Paul first meeting – that was basically a love at first sight –, they started to hang out, becoming each day closer from each other because of their common love for music. It’s fact that John used to have collective masturbation sessions with his school mates, so probably he also did that alone with Paul while they hanged out in Lennon’s or McCartney’s home, so knowing each other in “different levels people know about”. John and Paul became very intimate friends, and sort of forgot their old friends. According to Spitz’s biography, the Quarry men would go to parties and John and Paul would stay isolated from the others as they didn’t exist, just chatting whispery.
Lennon and McCartney, being so close friends that would even have a wank together, would build a deep connection with each other. John would start to feel jealousy of Paul dating girls, and it was because he was getting a crush on Macca. I believe it was when everything started; maybe playing their guitar, hanging out, or even having these hypothetical masturbation sessions, their first kiss happened. They were teenage boys with their bodies flowering hormones and discovering new things; that would happen sooner or later. Also, Paul was perfect to John; he even said Macca looked like Elvis. Yes, he was like a more delicate, more feminine version of Elvis – dark hair, large eyes and, the most important: same lips shape. There’re a lot of pictures of years later where John is looking at Paul’s lips. Probably Lennon couldn’t help looking at them without tasting while he was this teenage boy full of hormones. John’s mother death in 1958 also would approach them even more.

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Imagine going to the local pool with the Beatles. You manage to shout loud enough to make it over their excited ramblings, informing them that they /have/ to put on sunscreen. With loud groans, all of them seemingly comply, jumping one-by-one into the cool, clear water after you’ve properly inspected them. You sit down on the edge of the pool, throwing your legs over the edge and smiling at the pleasant temperature of the water. In front of you, the boys have assembled a shoddy game of chicken: Ringo sits confidently on top of John’s shoulders, while Paul shakily tries to balance himself atop George. You try to hold your laughter as the two bicker;
“Stop wigglin’ up there! We’re gonna lose, and tha game ‘asn’t even started yet,” George shouts, holding tightly on to Paul’s legs. Paul crosses his arms across his chest, lifting his nose;
“It’s not my fault you’ve got tha world’s smallest shoulders,” Paul argues, nearly losing his balance once again. “Ringo doesn’t even ‘ave ta push us- one wrong gust of wind and we’re goin’ down, ye skeleton.”
Sliding down your sunglasses, you make eye contact with John and Ringo, flashing them a knowing wink before nodding your head towards the fighting musicians. John nods in agreement, and in a matter of seconds, Paul and George are submerged.
A few hours of splash fights and races later, you all agree to pack up and return home. As you stand up from your place lying next to the pool, you’re met with strained laughter from John and Paul, eyes filling with fear when you cock and eyebrow.
“What’s so funny then?” you ask curiously, furrowing your brow when they only laugh harder. Turning to your left you ignore the two idiots, searching for your book that Ringo had flung across the pool in an attempt to get you in the water. George, who had sulked off after the failed game of chicken to eat, looks at you with a confused frown.
“What’s wrong wiv you?” he asks past a mouthful of food. Taking a deep breath, you ask what he means, thankful he doesn’t just laugh in return.
“What d'you mean, 'what do you mean’? You’ve gone all red.”
With a sharp gasp, you look down, feeling your stomach drop at the deep tinge of red in most of your skin. In all the chaos it took to put sunscreen on the four, you must have forgotten to put it on /yourself/. You tentatively poke your shoulder- it doesn’t hurt now, you note, but it will eventually.
“Damn…” George gives you a sympathetic look, casting his dark gaze down in his lap before flicking his eyes back towards you.
“If it makes ye feel any better, I’ve always fancied red on you. It’s a good color.”

Hunter’s Moon

Blurb: Red’s once thriving town has been plagued by wolves for years, but the attacks keep people away and Red and her mother struggle to make their Inn pay. On her way to visit her grandmother she happens across the wolves’ latest victim, who is miraculously still alive. 

Loki is roaming, searching for someplace to call home, but the small mountain town was only supposed to be a stop on his journey,not his destination. Loki knows more about the wolves than the townsfolk do and in return for Red’s compassion, he feels compelled to stay long enough to help them. 

Is Loki the answer to Red’s prayers, or is he as dangerous as her friend says he is. 

Based on the following imagine: Imagine Loki being a werewolf, and falling for Red Riding Hood. 

Chapter One

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Science shows school should start much later

Speaking at the British Science Festival in Bradford, England, on Tuesday, neuroscientist and sleep advocate Paul Kelley argued schoolchildren and their adult counterparts should should have much later starts. He suggested a start time as late as 10 a.m. for schools. Such a change could lead to marked improvement in test scores.

another rl au headcanon

ash never found the need to get a smartphone (he’s fine with his flip phone ‘used for emergencies’ with a kid’s plan).  until…pokemon go comes out.

he begs his mom for a new phone but of course, it’s difficult because of how expensive it is so he’s told that it might take a while.

paul is more or less neutral about the app.  ~“it’s not real battling” ~“there’s no strategy involved” ~“ew. all the genwunners are coming back” ~“i don’t want to get out/potentially interact with…people

but…he downloads the app on his flagship galaxy phone and lets ash begrudgingly play with it when they’re together.  ash made the character based on paul (since it’s still his account) and chose a team based on what he thinks would match him (*mocking paul* “my pokeyman are the STRONGEST…valor for you :D”)

eventually after a couple of months, ash finally gets his own phone and catches up (not that hard since his play was limited to his interaction with paul).  He levels up his pikachu as much as he can without actually evolving it and tends to get luck with his other captures and eggs.

paul swore that he would delete the app as soon as ash got his phone but was strangely attached to his surrogate account and decides to keep it alive.  He’s now the gym leader in his neighborhood and finds a little joy in the leveling mechanism (trading weaker pokemon to strengthen strong ones).

he constantly tries to beat the instinct gym that ash is the leader of but for some reason, never can…

Eddsworld doll au pt3

Tord liked the dolls, Edd and Matt seemed to warm up to him but Tom still was hesitant, running away from him and even hiding. He made them little gifts and sometimes would play with them, mostly tic tac toe or four in a row. He asked patryk and paul if it was possible to make tiny remotes to his gaming station and the duo said they’d try.

Tord had to go out, it was a small meeting to go over a few blueprints, and he left patryk and paul to guard his door while he was gone. It took three days for Tord to get there, have the meeting, and get back. And when he got back something was off. He was too tired to think about it so he went to bed.

In the morning he realized what was wrong.

There was a small Tord doll laying on his work desk.

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lets talk about paul

As some of you may know, Paul is one of my favourite characters in the DP anime. Actually, he’s one of my favourite characters of all time. But that’s not why I’m actually writing this.

It’s come to my attention that Paul, mostly in fanfiction, is written in a way that portrays him as the bad guy. As the antagonist. Some of you might be thinking “but that’s fine isn’t it? After all, that’s what he was, right?” Well, in way way or another, yes, you’re right, Paul wasn’t a very pleasant person in Sinnoh. But he wasn’t an antagonist (never was never will be) he was simply a rival. A good rival, may I mention, and I’ve written another post on why he was such an amazing rival. But, Paul is no longer that person. Paul DID change, Paul DID have development:

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