ididntseeyoucomein  asked:

What are your personal feelings on the kangaroo video? Only if you feel comfortable sharing :)

I think it’s really overblown and only important because it went viral. honestly. Kangaroos are dangerous and I give the dude props for being willing to step in for his dog, and while it’s a little overly macho I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d gotten swung at by the roo if he’d tried to disengage without at least making the animal wary of him. (Edit: yes, he’s a zookeeper in Australia, but he doesn’t work with kangaroos currently and I don’t know if he has a history of doing so, so I don’t think that’s super pertinent either way). I don’t support hitting animals but it’s a single dude doing something stupid, once, to an animal that is pretty much built to take that kind of hit, and there’s way more important things to talk about. 

anonymous asked:

au where mcr fails and gerard is Crushed but he reminds himself at least he Tried and because of it he got to meet frank and frank is his Rock frank helps him pull through and tells him how special and amazing he is and just because the band didn't work out doesn't mean he won't go on to do amazing things and doesn't mean he can't find another way to inspire people. gerard doesnt know how he can be so optimistic bc he knows frank wanted mcr to work as badly as he did but gerard loves him for it

AAAH this is sad but i like it a lot

typenullandvoid  Theres a sudden ding on the bosses ride pager as a…

The dog yelped and skittered across the floor for a moment before analyzing the question- “Where is he?” it paused for a moment, cursing the fact that it couldn’t speak before moving over to his chest of buginium Z and starting to arrange the crystals in a familiar shape. it was smart enough to do this, at least, forming a ramshackle version of the Aether paradise logo… he tried, the poor pup tried so hard

    “The HELL’RE you doin’ with the stupid crystals – ?”
    Why couldn’t he just LEAD him there, like that old TV show about the Herdier and the kid who fell down the well – Lady? Lasso? Whatever. He paced in impatient circles behind him, his frantic energy spurring his feet in circles. He knew BETTER than to try and physically move the beast, having born the brunt of it’s bad attitude at least once before. Still, though, his hand hovered over the pokeball, considering an attempt to recall it as a last resort. If it wasn’t going to be useful…

    But it was SMART. More so than Guzma often gave it credit for. Aether had made it, Gladion  had trained it, and so, frustrated and unimpressed, he waited for it to finish, HOPING there was a point to it.

     And thank god, there was.

     It wasn’t exactly PERFECT, but he’d seen the logo enough times to recognize even the haphazard design the pokemon scratched out. On letterheads, from Lusamine, and in the compound itself…

    “– If that skinny BITCH – “

    His feelings about Lusamine were complicated at best, mixed between LOATHING and that same sick desire for approval that he held for his FATHER. She’d used him, and discarded him, just as he had… but there was still that strange ray of HOPE, somewhere in there.
     Worry for Gladion, though, was more than able to dim it. 

     He didn’t finish his threat, whirling to SLAM the door open with one wide palm. It bounced against the wall behind it, shuddering from the force of his strike – but he didn’t pause to see what damage he had caused. Storming through the halls of the near abandoned mansion he called home, he kicked his way through the fallen chandelier, thrusting it ruthlessly aside and running his palm over his ride pager. 

     He would tear Aether apart brick by brick if that was what was needed to get Gladion back. After everything he’d done, how far they’d grown… he owed him at least THAT MUCH. 


@sorceressrinoa and i were talking about how utterly mortified riku would be if he had trouble calling his keyblade back to him after even after becoming a master. he thinks the whole concept of strike raid is bullshit, honestly, who even,, throws a keyblade, come on, ,,





I’ve gotten a lot of stereotypical Latin roles. Whether they be gangsters, or thugs or this and that. I’ve purposefully made the choice, even when it’s a cool project or a great director or a part that will give me some sort of notoriety, to stay away from those kinds of things. One, because for me, as an actor, it’s just not interesting; but two, I don’t want to kind of perpetuate that stereotype.