What makes you say Roadhog is from New Zealand? I thought he was an Australian
Well, being an Aussie, we are pretty close to the Kiwis, and their culture is quite alive and very welcomed here. Aside from Roadhogs physique (Which just quietly, I find to be a little stereotypical) he also has his Toa and Islander skin which brought on a lot of heat when it was first released because it was considered ‘Cultural Appropriation’ or ‘Racist’. But these skins clearly shows his heritage is New Zealand, not Australia..
In New Zealand, weaving, carving, unique and traditional tattoos and contemporary arts are all part of the culture and are all things which Roadhog shows in this skin.
Another interesting thought was with the release of Moana, Maui has a similar appearance to the Toa and Islander skins (Not going into debate about the fact that Disney may or may not have been pretty offensive when depicting a very valued hero/demi god and spiritual guide) with the tattoos, woven outfits and even the carved hook. Maui was believed to have fished the North island of New Zealand from the sea, and is held in high regard.
If you breed “Toy Aussies” don’t talk to me . Stop miniaturizing breeds that don’t need to be smaller as it defeats their intended purpose . I’m 100% sure your less than 10lb Aussie can’t herd cattle, sheep, or any other livestock.
(Don’t mind me , just ranting about Facebook Group People)
I honestly had doubts as to whether we’d actually go down this path given that nothing in 4x20 happened how I’d expected (Isn’t it just the best when the stuff that’s on your radar as ‘worst case/craziest scenario’ actually happens? The life story of this show honestly). But anyway, I feel like while Fitz might not have it in him to take her out now she’s a human, he’s got zero time for her manipulative bullshit anymore and that’s what I’ve spent that last 5 episodes waiting for
Also, I can’t wait till Jemma learns she was dead in the Framework because Aida wanted to meet Fitz at the Academy in her place. I can hear the Kill Bill sirens in the distance already.
Australian newspaper, The Daily Telegraph, printed an article citing homosexuality as a cause of poor health.
“Fat chance of being healthy, young Aussies only have themselves to blame: 16.8% of secondary school students in Australia are attracted to people of the same sex as them or both sexes”
In a statement The Daily Telegraph’s editor, Christopher Dore, said that, “the headline clearly referred to the health issue of obesity, as did the accompanying story, which focused on diet.”
“It is a statistical picture of young people’s lives, from where they live to how they live. Unfortunately the presentation of the story has been misinterpreted. The story in no way suggests, or intends to suggest, that same-sex relationships are unhealthy.”
Or in other words: we aren’t sorry.
It’s worth remembering marriage equality is still illegal in Australia.
Mei had been surprised to learn that Overwatch had it’s own private bar. It made sense, she supposed. People needed to relax after a hard days work, but she’d thought Overwatch was strictly business. After the week long mission in South America dealing with Talon, however, she was more than looking forward to this function.
Function seemed to grand a word for the slightly dingy bar filled with Overwatch agents swapping stories with a beer in hand. But they had a table with nibbles, so she didn’t mind.
Small plate of sandwiches in hand, she propped herself up on the bar and hesitantly ordered a gin and tonic.
What happens when you post, reblog and even LIKE a picture of child pornography on Tumblr.
I did some research and found many articles about people being arrested and charged for handling CP pictures on Tumblr. One guy is facing up to 5 YEARS IN PRISON just for REBLOGGING AND LIKING such pictures and videos. I’ve noticed that these instances have been coming up since last year (2013), which means either these perverts have been slowly been discovered since 2013, or they decided to post up pictures around this time.
So, to all those idiots who put up, reblogged or even liked a CP picture, there is a HIGH CHANCE you’ll be getting the police knocking on your door.
Many countries have as strict laws on this as the U.S. does, so being an Aussie (I’m looking at you, fuckwad that ran prettyteenies) doesn’t mean you’ll escape prosecution. The FBI will probably contact their authorities as well.
So, if anyone else finds Tumblr sites that seem sketchy or are downright child pornography, REPORT TO TUMBLR AND THE AUTHORITIES, then boost it so the authorities are more keen to take a look at it. Don’t worry if the person deletes their posts or even their Tumblr – nothing ever gets deleted on the internet anymore. Also keep in mind: LG is slang for “Little Girl.”
Make sure you warn people of major triggers before boosting it. Don’t think reporting it will do nothing. The picture above is proof that something can be done.
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The third drunk Robron fic in my little series - thanks for the love @fracturedhopeandfaith I think you’re pretty wonderful too!
The extremely bad pick-up lines in this fic are sadly not mine, I pinched them from here. I apologise for the ‘Australian Kiss’ but being an Aussie I felt I had to stick it in there for jokes ;)
We Have to Take Our
“Stop that!” Robert said the
third time Aaron tried to undo his jeans in the middle of the village. “I
should have left you at Vic and Adam’s place to sleep it off.”
“I wanted to come home,” Aaron
said, pouting at Robert zipping his pants back up.
“How have I never seen you this
drunk?” Robert asked with a laugh, trying to get Aaron moving in the direction
of their house.
“I’m not drunk, I’m horny,” Aaron
said, trying to grab onto Robert and get into his pants again.
“Bad Aaron!” Robert said, which
wasn’t very effective because he was laughing as he said it.
Still pouting and sporting his
best totally crushed look Aaron
bartered, “Just one kiss?”
Robert didn’t trust him for a
second, but truth be told he never wanted to be the guy who turned down a kiss
from his husband, especially because his husband was Aaron. “One kiss,” he
agreed, knowing he’d probably regret it.
What he wasn’t expecting was for
Aaron to slap a chaste kiss on his cheek and saunter away. Laughter burst out
of Robert, echoing down the country lane. The little minx was trying to get him
to chase after and damn if he didn’t want to.
I s2g one of the hardest things about being Aussie as an RP'er is that my phone autocorrects “Remus” to “Emus”
Like, no phone. I am not referring to a fuck-off-big bird/werewolf hybrid. That would be terrifying.
Can you imagine a phone interview with Clarke as Elyza,and Clarke isn't ready to reveal herself yet, so she speaks with (what she thinks) is a brittish accent , but ends up being Aussie. Lexa casually walks in while they're on speaker phone because Clarke is working on a new piece. The interviewer hears someone in the backround and Lexa just whispers,,, "Sorry I......." before pulling Clarke into a hot kiss because her accent is making Lexa hot and bothered. Interviewer asks who's with her lmao
“That sounds like Lexa Woods. Can you confirm the rumors?”
“Oh! No. That’s uh.. that’s my…girlfriend. It’s definitely not Lexa Woods. She’s….uglier.” And it just backfired spectacularly and Lexa doesn’t know whether to feel flattered or offended
Could you do one about junkie for the prompt thing 'they're so cute when they're sleeping? Please?
NO GENDER PROUNOUNS
One thing you had to get used to when you started to date Junkrat was the limitless energy he had, he was always wired, twitchy, fidgety, couldn’t sit or stand still for long and he couldn’t keep quite, even during sex he was a very vocal person. Not that you minded and Roadhog had warned you over and over in private that he took alot of patients. You thought Roadhog was just being dramatic but that was before three months of being with the lanky Aussie.
Said soot covered giant was waving his arms around madly as he explained things to you, chucking things over his shoulder, you had to dodge a few spare bits being hurled around the small workshop as he carried on having a full blown conversation with himself more then you. He made that high pitched cackle as he bounced on his heel, spinning on his peg leg he walked up to you.
“An’ this darl’” he thrust a grubby looking sphere into your face with his crooked grin present on his grubby face.
“Is me new toy, it don’t look like much but mate, it’s proper” he said with a nod and rubbed it on his already dirty shorts getting it a little cleaner.
“What’s it do?” you asked as he took your hand with his flesh one opening it up and placing the bomb into your palm, he licked his lips and bounced a little more.
“Well love, it’s like cowman’s flash bang thin’” he started to explained as you looked the orb over. “It got somthin’ in it that stops ya dead in ya tracks an’ then KABOOOM” He said with another screech of laughter, arms spread wide.
“That’s pretty good! would stop that sneaky hacker bitch” you mused and carried on turning it around in your hand, he was so clever, his mind was erratic and eccentric but the boy was insanely smart.
“Oi just gotta put on the finishin’ touch” Junkrat hmmed and took it back from you going to his table, you followed and sat across from him.
He dug around in the piles of scarp on the table and pulled out a dirty looking brush and tin of yellow paint. He popped off the lid and dunked the brush in, one eye closed in a squint, his tongue hanging out his mouth as he stared at the ball with such intensity. He giggled and turned it to show you. It had one of those creepy cute wonky smile he seemed to love having all over his person.
“There!” he beamed and set it aside.
He was still grinning at the ball and put his hands on the table, you took the rare moment of stillness and put your hands on his, he grinned a little less manically and held your hands in his, then his face scrunched up and a yawn escaped him. He moved his flesh hand and rubbed his eyes.
“Jamison Junkrat Fawkes”
“Are you TIRED?” You said with such a grin and raised an eyebrow at him . “Rack off, I just ain’t slept in abou’ three days” he huffed and puffed his skinny chest ouy at you before folding his arms over his chest.
Your eyes widened a little, three days? did the boy really have no empty? but it seemed he was feeling it now.. You thought this over to yourself, maybe this was one of the rare nights you could get him to get an early night, you glanced at the clock which was hanging off the wall. 10.00pm yeah you could get your boyfriend to get to sleep.
“Shall we go back to your room?” you asked and his face lit up.
“For abit of this an’ tha’ rioght?” he winked and tried to look smug but just looked like a mad man, but you were used to his overly expressive face.
“I think we should just get you to bed Jamie…” you chuckled a little at his dramatic sigh as he flopped across the work table and looked at you with such a face. You ruffled the messy hair and nodded for him to follow.
You both walked to his room down the hall, sliding the broken door open, he hated machines he hadn’t worked on himself and didn’t trust the door system so he had broke it on purpose. He turned the lights on and there was his bed, covered in grub, he pushed off the pieces of metal, empty food wrappers and a stuffed pig that Roadhog had gotten him for his last birthday.
He just shut the door and haphazardly shed himself of his shorts, standing there in the nude, flexing a little and you rolled your eyes taking off your over clothes and getting into the cleaner side of the bed. He jumped in with you after you turned the small lamp out, the main lights going out. He nuzzled right into you and yawned.
Junkrat really was tired, you’d never seen him so warn out before, he normally jumped into bed with you hours later, even after sex he’d go off and do his own thing if it hadn’t knocked him out for a few hours. The messy blond cuddled up to you not even taking off his fake limbs like he normally did, he leaned his head in your armpit, his eyes fluttering open and shut.
Your oher hand started to run fingers through the messy hair and he yawned once more, he tried to talk but it all came out in a sleepy slur, soon his fast heart beat slowed, his chest rising and falling slower, you watched his face, fast asleep..