but it doesn't actually see anything

The LD50 (the dose in which that substance has a 50% mortality rate) for LSD is amazingly high in contrast to the amounts needed for it to cause any felt effects in the human body. There’s very few cases of death from LSD whereas alcohol is one of the most lethal drugs on the planet. This is definitely not a call to prohibit alcohol again. We saw how that worked the first time. But we also see how drug prohibition is working right now which is not at all.

*Something anti black happens in Kpop*

Black fans rightfully voice their concerns

non blacks: they didn’t do anything wrong uwu, leave our faves alone

random ass black fan: actually i’m black and this doesn’t bother me

non blacks: see, this 1 black fan isn’t bothered so this proves our fave did nothing wrong

I’ve been slowly rewatching Supergirl s1, and the most recent episode was ‘Manhunter’  now I really want a fic where Kara and Lucy weren’t able to save Alex.

For, whatever reason, Alex and J’onn were being transported separately.  Maybe it’s protocol to keep alien and human prisoners apart, maybe they wanted a stronger transport for J’onn.  Whatever.

Either way, when Kara and Lucy stop the transport, only J’onn is inside, and they have no idea where Alex is.

Well, they know she’s at Cadmus, but they now have no way to rescue her.

When J’onn goes on the run as a fugitive, it’s to find Alex, not Jeremiah.

Only, if he had succeed he would have found both, because as soon as Jeremiah learnt that Alex was being brought to Cadmus, he made sure she was working with him.

Maybe Jeremiah lies to Alex at first, letting her believe that he is still truly a prisoner, being forced to work.  Maybe he’s upfront and tells her that the work is for good and everything.

It doesn’t really matter which, because Alex refuses to work for Cadmus either way.

Until Jeremiah is convinced that Alex may need to be ‘persuaded’.

And Alex is brainwashed.

Alex is programmed to be a sleeper agent and sent back to the DEO.

Jeremiah pushes her - passed out, beat up, and emaciated - into Kara’s arms when he lets her and Mon-El go.

Keep reading

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Jace and Alec, in my opinion, have one of the best relationships on the show because it is a bond that is beyond love or physical attraction or friendship or whatever. It’s kind of a soul bond.
When we were exploring these characters, I looked into the origin of what a soulmate was and where that pretense came from…
It came from an old Greek proverb where human beings were created with two heads, four arms, and four legs, and the gods, fearing their power, split them all in two and sent them to different corners of the earth.
So those two people had the same soul but in two different bodies, and that’s where soulmates came from.
That’s kind of what Matt and I have tried to put into Jace and Alec’s relationship. They don’t necessarily have to say anything, they feel it through each other, and that can be hugely positive, but it can also be heartbreaking at times. You’ll see it later on. That relationship and that bond ends up being wonderful and hugely negative at the same time.”

— Dominic Sherwood

How the older gaang handles alcohol
  • Aang: He actually has probably the best tolerance out of everyone, but that doesn't stop him from partying anyway. An unfairly skilled drink mixer.
  • Katara: A moderate and responsible drinker, never actually gets past the point of tipsy. Usually has the responsibility of keeping everybody else in line.
  • Sokka: Not picky with liquor and good tolerance, but he still goes over the limit sometimes. Unpredictable drunk, most likely to start yelling or crying under the influence; someone should keep an eye on him.
  • Toph: No alcohol tolerance at all, partly due to her blood, partly due to her size, makes the most of it. Rowdy drunk, no shame. Drinks the bitterest swill there is.
  • Suki: Is more likely to use alcohol to dull pain or to treat a wound than for recreational purposes. In other instances, usually sticks to sake in small servings.
  • Zuko: Doesn't actually drink. He dislikes the bitter taste and is never able to mix it to the appropriate spice or sweetness. Additionally, is aware he has a temper problem and doesn't want alcohol to worsen it.
  • Azula: She doesn't drink in the company of other people, so its rare so see, but she's really a melancholic drunk more than anything. Only the finest, spiced liquor for her palate.
  • Ty Lee: Mixers and fruity liquors galore. She has very little tolerance and gets drunk very quickly. A very affectionate drunk who clings to anyone and everyone.
  • Mai: Is she drunk? Is she sober? You can't tell. Zuko swears she smiles a little more, but no one believes him.
Yuri On Ice During the Superbowl
  • Viktor: The one who says goal instead of touchdown
  • Yurio: Gets aggressive and never stops being angry, even during halftime
  • Yuri: Gets too much anxiety to even focus on the game so he just quietly cheers when everyone else does
  • Otabek: Isn't there because he has "something to do that day"
  • Christophe: Doesn't go because he doesn't care
  • Minako: Goes for the drinks and hot men
  • Minami: Can't go because he is too young
  • Phichit: Takes pictures of everyone and uses the hashtag "Superbowl" for more likes
  • Mila: "What's a Superbowl?"
  • Leo: Screams the whole entire time and explains how America is great and everyone thinks he is obnoxious the whole entire time
  • Georgi: Only goes to impress his girlfriend with football knowledge, but he actually doesn't know anything
  • Yakov: Calls Viktor, Yuri, and Yurio to see where they are
  • Lilia: Calls Yurio to see where the hell he is for his ballet lessons
  • Everyone else: "haha no Football sucks no thanks"

anonymous asked:

Can you do a prompt where Victoria isn't actually mean but comes of as such like "Max looks so pretty" and max is like "what?" And Victoria is just flustered and caught off guard and says the "I SAID YOU LOOKED SHITTY GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE" (doesn't have to contain that but I think it would be cute to see that Victoria only acts like that because she is flustered and crushing hard on max XD)

How to Deal with Crushes

Contrary to Victoria’s surname, she does not in fact “chase” anyone or anything. If anything, people chase after the Chase’s and the same principle is applied to Victoria, just look at her Vortex Club lackeys. Of course they’d follow her, who wouldn’t? She’s popular, efficient, and everything they could only hope to be. Whatever else she didn’t have, she grabbed onto without unnecessary chasing.  If she wants something then she gets it, end of story.

So it’s safe to say that she is most definitely not crushing on Max Caulfield.

Nope, she’s not falling for her waif hipster bullshit and her awkward shy pretense. The girl was short too so Victoria always ends up literally looking down on her and her annoying doe-eyed expression that seem to bring out her freckles. Especially those damn freckles. She would bet that underneath those poorly coordinated bargain clothes that Max had matching freckles on her shoulders which is lame. She’s a walking fashion disaster and Victoria has to stop her hands from tearing away those hideous clothes not because she wants her naked or anything, those clothes are just that terrible.

And her pictures? Selfies! Not even the kind that’s thought through and planned. No, Max just takes ordinary selfies. The kind of selfies that you post on social media and not in art galleries. The kind of selfies that show what her face looks like in the morning where the lighting is just right to add depth to her annoying freckles. The kind of selfies that reveal to Victoria the undeniable truth that Max is kind of cute.

God, she is pining over her so hard.

But she can’t let anyone else know that. See it from her point of view. She’s spent so much into her heartless bitch reputation that she can’t just let go all because of some dumb hipster with a cute face and a good eye for photography. She almost forgot about that part. Max has terrifying skill with the camera even though she doesn’t even know it. Victoria’s photos look amateur even next to some of Max’s selfies. That’s also one more thing she won’t admit out loud.

Max’s talent infuriates her just as much as it turns her on. She makes it look so easy, so effortless. She’s just using her retro-cam and the quality of her photos are worth more than what the best studio can produce. Max is Victoria’s competition and she hasn’t met someone that could fit the rival role so well in terms of skill. She likes to entertain the thought that maybe Max could fit the girlfriend role while at it too. One time she commented on Victoria’s photos being Avedon-esque and Victoria practically swooned inside. Still swooning about that until now.

Victoria is sitting on one of the benches on campus. It’s not like she deliberately chose this particular bench because she spotted the familiar flash and whir of a certain hipster’s camera nearby. It’s Max. Of course it has to be Max, who else? Victoria would never sit on this godawful excuses for furniture if she had a choice. The view helps her forget that her car has better cushioning.

Max is in her element again, with her back at Victoria, taking a photo of whatever. It’s sunset and with it there’s a poignant sense of romanticism painted across the campus. The sun’s rays sift through the trees and fall onto Max just right to give her this ethereal shine. Victoria captures her in the moment without even thinking. It’s only after the click of the shutter does she realize that she’s already looking through the viewfinder. She pulls back and stares at the photo she doesn’t remember taking and then back at the subject in front of her. While the photo was gorgeous like all her work naturally, it could only hope to capture the actual beauty before her.

“She’s so pretty.” Victoria almost sighs dreamily out of earshot.

Or what she thought was out of earshot since Max’s head spins so fast at the catch of her words. She shoots her a confused look. “What?”

And oh, god. Max looks way better with her face showing and she’s wearing that stupid doe-eyed look again and fuck, fuck. Victoria’s brain goes into panic mode. She doesn’t know what to say and it does not help that Max’s face is so distracting. The lighting shifted along with her movement and glistens along her frame and fuck, she looks lame in her clothes but she also looks radiant like what the fuck? And Victoria is still staring and oh, god what should she say?

“I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY!” She yells at her with too much force to sell the intended spite. Nice one, Victoria. Smooth save. That will definitely tell Max that she is interested in her. Why don’t she go ahead and add some more flirty undertones. “GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE.” There it is. The words come out of her mouth as if on auto. Despite her face sporting a domineering look, Victoria very much wants to hide her embarrassment. It’s a good thing that she can hide her blush underneath her usual layers of anger.

Max looks more confused than offended and Victoria just wishes for her to go away so she could make a dash for her car and scream there. “Okay…?” She asks more than says, as if testing the waters. Victoria can’t help but snarl back just out of reflex and it’s enough to tell Max that the water is boiling and there’s a high chance that it will turn into a bloodbath. She sighs and it almost sounds like she was expecting something different.

Victoria already has plans on berating herself for again ruining another moment with Max and will do so as soon as she walks away but Max has other plans. There’s that bright flash again only this time it’s aimed at her. The whir of the camera isn’t lost to the buzzing in her brain. “Did you just…?” She can’t quite bring herself to finish her sentence, she can’t trust herself anymore.

Max is still in her element, not at all put-off by Victoria’s gaping, it must be the camera. There’s something empowering about holding a camera that makes Max bolder than her usual shy self, not that Victoria would notice that. Max just takes the photo as it develops with her nimble fingers. Victoria could tell the exact moment that it finishes when Max’s face erupts into a smile so wide she doubts it could fit the frame of a photo. “This one’s a keeper.” She shows it to her and Victoria feels her breath catch in her throat.

At first glance, Victoria’s posture in the shot looks intimidating but that’s not the main point. The focus is her face. She thought she was making just another one of her mean looks but evidence speaks otherwise. Her eyes are smoldering as the swathes over her and it almost makes her look warm. Warm and inviting. She can’t tell if it’s from the photo or the feeling in her chest but there’s a warmth that wasn’t there before. “This is…”

Pretty, I guess.” Max casually shrugs and Victoria’s head snaps up at the word. Just when she thinks that a smile looks cute on Max, she’s annoyingly adorable with a smirk too. “Pretty awesome.” She’s teasing. The hipster actually heard her and she’s flaunting it and Victoria should be mad at anyone who dares talk back to her but all she can think of is how Max is obviously flirting with her and she’s so happy that even her scowl looks friendly enough.

This is her chance! She can feel it with her heart beating so fast. Victoria has never run in her life aside for fitness but her heart is hammering wildly like it does when she jogs. Except she’s not running right now but it’s something similar. This is a chase and Max is her target and she can swear that she’s so close. She swears she almost feels it with her fingertips like how hers is brushing over the photo. The mood is set and the setting is just right. She’s going to do this and she’s going to get this right. She can’t mess this up now.

“Pretty amateur, smallfield.” And great, we’re back to gradeschool flirting again. Victoria represses the urge to just hit herself for being so lame. Really? Is that the best she can give? And what’s with that stupid nickname? She panicked okay. She has boys wrapped around her finger but she can’t fucking compliment a hipster girl that she likes without burying it under seven layers of insult.

“Still pretty.” Max insists with a smaller but still cute smile. She then takes back the photo and places it securely in her bag. Victoria tries not to think too much about the fact that she might even see the photo on the wall of Max’s room. “I guess it was nice talking to you, Victoria.”

“Yeah and you’re such a delight yourself. Get out of my face.” Victoria almost praises herself because the first sentence is the closest thing she’s gotten to an actual compliment. Max is already walking away but Victoria waits until she’s out of sight. Too bad she isn’t out of mind. Max calling her pretty is up there on her best-memories list next to their Avedon-moment. Max is also coincidentally on her to-do list.

God, she’s so fucking smitten.

my thoughts on d&p sharing a room haven’t changed just because phil decided he needed to do a sleepless night with phil to try to disprove our theory. for anyone who’s discouraged by him filming it in his bed, it would take literally nothing for him to sit in his set in his pajamas for a video and act like he was actually going to sleep there.

ohnowhatreyoudoing  asked:

I'm not sure if you've been asked this and divert me to that ask, but what is the purpose of Dany seeing the vision of Robb at the Red Wedding in The House of the Undying Ones? It really doesn't affect her at all, unless if she meets Jon and they discuss it somehow. Unless it was a way for GRRM to do some foreshadowing to the reader, it doesn't do anything for Danys story.

Dany’s vision of the Red Wedding in the House of the Undying could indeed be a way of making her more personally sympathetic to the Starks and to Jon, once she actually hears about the Red Wedding of course. Especially since at the moment, Dany has no sympathy to the Starks whatsoever, and refers to them as “the Usurper’s dogs” per her lessons from Viserys.

But yes, that vision does probably exist for Doylist reasons, as foreshadowing. It’s like the Ghost of High Heart’s prophecies, like Patchface’s prophecies – those characters who hear them don’t do anything about them and have no idea what they mean. (Those who overhear Patchface’s rhymes don’t even realize he’s a prophet.) They’re strictly for the reader to puzzle over.

However, for a more Watsonian approach, some believe that the Red Wedding was such a traumatic event on a spiritual level, on a meta level, that it tore open the astral plane (to borrow a phrase from Marvel comics), bouncing back echoes of its horror into the past, for anyone with any psychic sensitivity to pick up. And so we have the Undying:

Farther on she came upon a feast of corpses. Savagely slaughtered, the feasters lay strewn across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, asprawl in pools of congealing blood. Some had lost limbs, even heads. Severed hands clutched bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast fowl, heels of bread. In a throne above them sat a dead man with the head of a wolf. He wore an iron crown and held a leg of lamb in one hand as a king might hold a scepter, and his eyes followed Dany with mute appeal.  –ACOK, Daenerys IV 

Patchface:

When the fool saw Davos, he jerked to a sudden halt, the bells on his antlered tin helmet going ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling. Hopping from one foot to the other, he sang, “Fool’s blood, king’s blood, blood on the maiden’s thigh, but chains for the guests and chains for the bridegroom, aye aye aye.” –ASOS, Davos II

The Ghost of High Heart:

“I dreamt of a roaring river and a woman that was a fish. Dead she drifted, with red tears on her cheeks, but when her eyes did open, oh, I woke from terror.” –ASOS, Arya IV

“I dreamt a wolf howling in the rain, but no one heard his grief,” the dwarf woman was saying. “I dreamt such a clangor I thought my head might burst, drums and horns and pipes and screams, but the saddest sound was the little bells.” –ASOS, Arya VIII

Bran (though note his vision may have occurred not before, but at the moment the Red Wedding happened):

The dream he’d had… the dream Summer had had… No, I mustn’t think about that dream. He had not even told the Reeds, though Meera at least seemed to sense that something was wrong. If he never talked of it maybe he could forget he ever dreamed it, and then it wouldn’t have happened and Robb and Grey Wind would still be… –ASOS, Bran IV

And even Theon:

That night he dreamed of the feast Ned Stark had thrown when King Robert came to Winterfell. The hall rang with music and laughter, though the cold winds were rising outside. At first it was all wine and roast meat, and Theon was making japes and eyeing the serving girls and having himself a fine time… until he noticed that the room was growing darker. The music did not seem so jolly then; he heard discords and strange silences, and notes that hung in the air bleeding. Suddenly the wine turned bitter in his mouth, and when he looked up from his cup he saw that he was dining with the dead.
King Robert sat with his guts spilling out on the table from the great gash in his belly, and Lord Eddard was headless beside him. Corpses lined the benches below, grey-brown flesh sloughing off their bones as they raised their cups to toast, worms crawling in and out of the holes that were their eyes. He knew them, every one; Jory Cassel and Fat Tom, Porther and Cayn and Hullen the master of horse, and all the others who had ridden south to King’s Landing never to return. Mikken and Chayle sat together, one dripping blood and the other water. Benfred Tallhart and his Wild Hares filled most of a table. The miller’s wife was there as well, and Farlen, even the wildling Theon had killed in the wolfswood the day he had saved Bran’s life.
But there were others with faces he had never known in life, faces he had seen only in stone. The slim, sad girl who wore a crown of pale blue roses and a white gown spattered with gore could only be Lyanna. Her brother Brandon stood beside her, and their father Lord Rickard just behind. Along the walls figures half-seen moved through the shadows, pale shades with long grim faces. The sight of them sent fear shivering through Theon sharp as a knife. And then the tall doors opened with a crash, and a freezing gale blew down the hall, and Robb came walking out of the night. Grey Wind stalked beside, eyes burning, and man and wolf alike bled from half a hundred savage wounds. 

–ACOK, Theon V

(Note some believe Melisandre must have also observed something in her flames, thus her leeches ritual to establish her credibility as a magical practitioner to Stannis.)

But the fact that so many pick up images of the Red Wedding before it happens means it can’t just be foreshadowing. There’s a purpose to it. Perhaps it’s to establish the sheer blasphemy of that massacre and the violation of guest right that made the Freys pariahs, cursed by gods and men. Perhaps it’s to establish that prophecies and dreams are true, for all that the dosh khaleen’s apparently failed prophecy about Rhaego seemed to prove otherwise. And perhaps it is indeed to show that there’s a higher level of thought, a collective unconscious, that can be affected by earthly deeds and affect those more sensitive to that plane.

I really couldn’t say for sure. But what ever it might be, it’s still fascinating to me…

anonymous asked:

lewd anon (please forgive incoherence i am also tipsy) - have you seen that human alien post that's like, aliens see humans as weird bc we actually require touch and affection for growth and health? imagine ulaz learning this and being determined to hold shiro at every possibility bc he doesn't do anything by halves

You are perfectly coherent.  Don’t you worry your pretty head, Lewd Anon, my favorite of all, the light of my life, the wind beneath my wings.

But holy shit yes?  Because, like, Ulaz probably hears it from Coran first, I think.  Just like… is there anything I should know?  And Coran just gives him this info dump and the touch thing stands out.  Shiro is so reluctant to talk about things he needs and he tends to be so reserved.  And no one touches Shiro on the skin.  Never ever.  And it says here that’s the best way.  So what does he do?

Ulav Fixes This.

He starts with small touches, just to test.  Just to see.  Maybe Shiro isn’t like other humans?  Ulaz would believe that, because Shiro is so often the exception anyway.  So he just tries doing what he sees Shiro do for the other humans, which is to rest a hand on top of their heads in a gentle but firm motion.  The first time he does it, Shiro seems to think it’s humors.  It muses his fur and leaves him ruffled, and Shiro only laughs and flattens it back to order.  So next time, Ulaz does it more slowly, pressing his hand to Shiro’s scalp and pushing it back, then drawing his hand away.

It’s what the humans call petting, Ulaz finds out later.  And Shiro seems to like it.  His eyes close and his face relaxes, and if he’s in a gentle mood then he’ll lean into it.  It’s a trusting weight, eager and vulnerable, and Ulaz finds he likes it almost as much as Shiro seems to.

With that success, Ulaz grows more bold.  He rubs Shiro’s limbs after training when he seems sore, he runs his hands down Shiro’s back after long days, he learns to make his head petting slow and long.  At first, Shiro is always unsure, glancing back like he isn’t sure what Ulaz is up to, but at the end he’s always relaxed and comfortable, sprawled out.  More than once, Shiro had fallen asleep like that, head in Ulaz’ lap and breathing deep and steady.

Ulaz has never felt like this.  It’s a melting feeling, nearly a pain.  He wants to gather Shiro up and continue to touch him forever, just for more of the strange sensation.

The other humans seem unsure of the touches at first, but the first time Shiro falls asleep on the couch while Ulaz pets his head fur, them seem to regard it as a good thing.

“Don’t hurt him,” warns Pidge, staring up at him like the sheer force of her would deter Ulaz.  “Don’t you dare.”

Ulaz pauses, confused, then realizes the problem.  “I won’t,” he replies.  “I care for him.  I will be gentle.”  He will not cut Shiro’s skin with his sharp claws or use too much pressure to damage the skin.  Ulaz knows how to control himself.

Pidge eyes him warily, but nods, and while Ulaz occasionally sees them watching, they don’t protest, even when Ulaz finds that having Shiro in his lap, pressed back against his chest, is a very efficient way to touch.

Once day, Shiro seems nervous, and Ulaz tries to stroke the nerves away and promote the human’s help.  But it doesn’t seem to do anything.  If anything, Shiro grows more tense, until finally he turns around and presses his lips to Ulaz’, sudden but fierce.

At first, Ulaz is confused, both by the shy fear in Shiro’s eyes and the near bubbling feeling in his chest.  But he leans forward to return the gesture, and the frown turns into a beaming smile.

It’s simply another touch, after all.  Another way of promoting Shiro’s health.

It just happens to be Ulaz’ favorite.

At least, it is until he learns a few other ways humans like to touch.

mynormalusernamewasalreadytaken  asked:

I was going to ask why you thought Steranko did Watchmen, since it doesn't look like anything of his I've read, but I realized that's just limited to his Fury stuff which is basically a Kirby clone with some really cool and unique embellishments. Anyway, my actual question: what other Steranko stuff should I read?

I definitely see way more artistic influence on Steranko from Wally Wood than from Jack Kirby. 

Compare this Steranko SHIELD cover…

To this spacesuit design used multiple times by Wally Wood: 

And don’t just look at the spacesuit, look at the inking style, too, the way Wood set up his layouts. Steranko has way more Wally Wood DNA than Kirby. For instance, just by looking at it, can you tell if this panel is by Steranko or Wally Wood? 

And what’s more, Wally Wood not the year before did a comic about super-agents in the SHIELD mold, THUNDER Agents: 

Basically what I’m saying is, read Wally Wood’s THUNDER Agents, which is one of the most successful triumphs of the Silver Age. It feels like an early attempt to use the Stan Lee type “characterization-centered” approach to superheroes used in Fantastic Four and the other Marvel Comics. It even copies Marvel style approaches like a great memory for past events (what today we’d call canon or continuity) and superficial stuff that is nonetheless fun to read like Stan Lee’s “mid-century American wiseass” way characters talked. In some ways, THUNDER Agents was even a bit ahead of Marvel. For instance, one character died in the line of duty. 

As for Kirby’s influence on Steranko…yeah, it is visible, but Steranko was also influenced by a lot, like for instance, this cover that clearly has an element of Salvador Dali: 

If you’d like to read some more things by Jim Steranko and you liked his Nick Fury Agent of SHIELD, keep in mind that Steranko’s runs are brief but they’re influential and important in a way that outsizes their run. For instance, Steranko’s Captain America run from 110-113, which was foundational to the character. Then you have the two issues of X-Men he did, 50-51, which introduced Polaris (Lorna Dane) to Marvel, as well as creating the famous X-Men letterhead logo that everyone knows and remains in use: 

Oh, and fun fact: Steranko also created the “look” of Indiana Jones in his concept art for the character, combining a leather jacket and hat. As no actor had been cast at the time he did these illustrations, it’s funny how his Indy looks like Nick Fury!

-sighs- 

People are still talking about all of the other characters traumas through Civil War and vilifying Tony about it. 

Why do you think Tony tried to keep Wanda safe in the Avenger Mansion? Do you really think that she’d be locked away with a fucking straight-jacket and a collar if she hadn’t gone against the law going with Clint and Steve? 

I see people going “omg Tony Stark isn’t DOING ANYTHING”. He can’t. It is actually NOT in his power. “Tony Stark didn’t care when he saw Wanda, and didn’t care about all his friends!” He cares, but they actually went against the law, is this a difficult concept for most people, I guess, considering we have a fucking Shoplifting fandom here?!??

If he didn’t care, he would not be almost begging Cap to not do this because it would break up the Avengers. But apparently people can’t get their head out of their asses about how much “Tony Stark doesn't care and how egoistic he is”. 

Tony Stark has so many issues and fears and problems and he is SO human, but since he’s rich and white you don’t care about how humanly flawed he is. As long as you can deem him an oppressor. As long as you can blame everything one one individual because you don’t want to taint your favs. 

I actually came over a comment where someone said that “He’s rich, he can just pay for the best therapy anyway,” and this is how far people’s knowledge about mental illnesses go on this fucking website. 

You think Tony Stark is even aware of his own mental illness? Because I sure wasn’t, I’ve been diagnosed for a year and I have been struggling for 10+. No one around me noticed, no one cared, people just told me I was lazy and didn’t take things seriously and that I was ruining my own life, I was terrified, I pushed everyone away from me, and when I started to realize that oh, perhaps it’s something more, I got into denial, until everything broke down around me. I relate to Tony Stark SO much, and I think you would too if you even bothered to look past “genius billionaire playboy philanthropist”.

Davey Jacobs (Musical) is Probably on the Autism Spectrum and These are Just a Handful of Reasons Why
  • The handshake issue: Davey refuses to spit shake at first then later does it but is uncomfortable (most other characters seem fine with it). This can be related to a sensory issue regarding feeling and texture and/or related to black and white thinking about germs
  • Davey vs. Les: Davey is shy and quiet while his little brother is clearly extroverted, louder, and very good at navigating social situations. Though of course siblings are usually not exactly, the same such a big difference, and in these specific areas, can be a sign of neurodivergence
  • Davey and Les: though at first Davey seems to not want anything to do with the newsies he seems very attached to his brother beyond the "well I have to look out for this kid" reasoning we usually see with siblings in media. People on the spectrum often have very very strong loyalties to those they are attached to. We also see in other lines that Davey seems to be attached to the rest of his family as well.
  • Distrust of strangers: when Davey meets jack and the other newsies he wants to know why jack would want to team up with him (I feel the average person who was more sociable or just shy would jump at the chance to have someone who knew the ropes show them around) he also seems distrustful of Katherine and other characters upon first meeting. This can be evidence of issues with social skills and a history of being bullied or often tricked which are common occurrences for those on the spectrum because people notice them as easy targets
  • Race and Davey: this is less so in the filmed version, more so in the obc production but, when race has his "look they got a mudda" line Les seems to automatically realize that this jabbing is just how the newsies talk and calls back to race. Meanwhile Davey seems much more offended, not realizing this is just a newsie thing. This seems like a problem in his ability to read social situations
  • Logic: Davey seems to be by far the most logical of the newsies with his questioning of the strike plan and trying to stop the newsies from beating up scabs and really a lot of instances in the show. Thank goodness they have him.
  • "My father taught us not to lie": Davey does not see the upside of lying about the paper's contents, he sees "lying is wrong= don't lie". This relates to the black and white thinking often found in those with ASD
  • Over explanation: when Davey and Les show up late Davey explains that they were helping their mom with something even though no one really cared. This shows he doesn't understand what would be expected of him in that social climate if he was late
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  • Of course Davey develops over the course of the show but I think it's mostly that he is finally in a group that sees his value and because of that he becomes more comfortable with the newsies and himself
BTS as things my friends have said:
  • Rap Monster: *after crashing into a glass door* Some people have street smarts, but not me.
  • Suga: *wearing headphones* I'm not listening to anything, I just don't want people to talk to me.
  • Jin: The only time of the day I'm actually happy is lunch time.
  • Jungkook: Being younger just means I get to see you all die first.
  • Jimin: I bought these glasses to look aesthetically chic but it turned out I really needed them.
  • Jhope: Just because I stopped being 17 doesn't mean I stopped being the dancing queen.
  • V: *staring intensely at a bird* I wish I had your vocals.
  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: okay i know I say this 24/7 but yoongi is literally so in love with hoseok? honestly, can you imagine the fashion icon Min Yoongi actually putting on a bright orange (specially customized!!) tracksuit for anyone else other than the literal sun, Jung Hoseok aka his best friend aka the love of his entire life? like i'm not trying to be dramatic or anything but why is yoongi so soft for hobi (hope-ah) aka "SeokSeok" aka "Hoseokie" aka you can't fight me on this- Min Yoongi- the person who doesn't do pet names has a billion for this guy and i'm wondering if he's learned the meaning of subtle? the dude literally pushed the ship name "sope/sobi" on hoseok and you could see the poor boy was surprised but yoongi looked so happy and so hoseok naturally got all happy and everyone was just so happy and i mean i'm not saying they like eachother or anything, but idk maybe.. possibly they love eachother??? probably?

So like, even if you don’t ship Supercorp and believe that Kara is actually straight, I don’t understand how anyone can not see Lena thristing after Kara. Like okay, arguably you can say Kara’s feelings are platonic. But there is no way in hell that Lena’s feelings are just platonic. Girl is always throwing hearteyes, gazing longly at Kara, and somehow always seems to have enough time in her extremely busy CEO day to go out to lunch with her reporter friend, Kara Danvers. 

Like I flat out don’t understand how people think Lena is actually straight. 

Slip Through Your Lips (Seventeen Preference)
  • (AN: based off a request I got asking how Seventeen would sound in bed. pretty nsfw; it sucks that they won't let you put chats under a cut??? so smut warning and if you don't like, don't read. -Tanisha<3)
  • S.Coups/Seungcheol: When it comes to moans/whimpers/etc, S.Coups would actually be fairly quiet. He'd more of a giver than a taker, and when he is receiving, he is more just heavy breaths and the very occasional deep groan. He saves that groan for when he's coming, probably with your name, and if you can get him to make noise otherwise it's a huge accomplishment. That and he's also a big dirty talker. I mean, he's got a gorgeous deep voice and he just loves the way you react to it and he would just dirty talk even if it was for himself.
  • Jeonghan: He just makes the absolute best sex noises. I've read some fics about the boys singing during and actually whatever noises he made would be so beautiful sounding that you might mistake them for song. Like he's just so perfect that this would bleed into every aspect of life. Even when he's getting head and there's right or wrong way to do that, he was just look so gorgeous and sound ten thousand times better. And the sound of your name being moaned off his lips would actually almost kill you because it sounds so good.
  • Joshua/Jisoo: Just imagine being on your knees in front of him and you're giving him so much pleasure it's almost painful and he's just on the verge of cumming when his mouth hangs open and his voice cracks when he lets out a heavy "Jesus Christ". I love the irony and it actually really suits him (and now I just can't get that out of my head). He has such a sweet, small voice that hearing him mutter filthy things ("you like that, babygirl?" or "God, you look so good on my cock.") would be a contrast that you would never get over. And hearing him swear over and over in that sweet voice - it would wreck you. (Cause just the thought wrecks me but that's off topic.)
  • Jun: He would also be another quiet one. He's so concentrated on you and not blowing his load early that he gets pretty quiet during sex. And he's so athletic (with all the dance and the martial arts) that it would take a lot to getting him panting or breathing heavily. But this doesn't really bother you much.
  • Hoshi/Soonyoung: This kid won't shut up during sex. We all know he's like sex wrapped up in a cheesy sweatband and sex would be all or nothing with him and it's never nothing. So he groans, moans, whimpers, panting, huffing; any imaginable or unimaginable human noise to make during sex will come out of his mouth. He gets so into the head space of sex and really lets himself get lost in you that he never ever holds himself back vocally.
  • Wonwoo: I find him so hard to peg. He could either be very quiet or surprise you and burst out the worst/best kind of dirty talk you've ever heard and have the moans of a porn star. He would probably feel like his moans need to be a show for you, so he might exaggerate them a little. That's not even a bad thing. He wants to let you know you're doing a good job and turning him on and he can do that with his dirty words and dirty, dirty sounds.
  • Woozi/Jihoon: Whimpers; he has those shaky little whimpers, especially because he desperately tries to hold himself back. He can be kind of a grump and he's got this well-established thing about pride, but when that first, tiny little whimper escapes him you know you've broken him. Then they slowly get louder and more intense and some of them even become high pitched moans, all mixed in with gusting breaths. During sex he breaths like someone who's trying not to sound out of breath; and it's actually incredibly sexy.
  • DK/Seokmin: Loves to bit his lip and kiss you to mask his noises. He indulges himself much more in your moans and prefers not to have the attention on himself. If anything he lets out that epic, finishing moan when he's orgasming and it cracks his voice and shudders in the best way.
  • Mingyu: This motherfucker is a groaner. He groans full and deep and lets it rumble through his chest so you can see it and feel it and hear it so clear and just let it fuck you up. He doesn't shy away from making noise, and it's deep and manly and always serves to turn you on.
  • The8/Minghao: A giant puppy and kind of hard for me to imagine in terms of sex; if anything, he got gasps down pat. Whatever you do in bed either takes him by surprise or just leaves him breathless and this results in a lot of pitchy gasps, mixed with your name and maybe he would even surprise you with some swears. I feel like he'd also be a lip-biter, trying to hold his sounds back because he would shy of them.
  • Seungkwan: An amazing moaner; he has the most beautiful voice and when he really gets into holding music notes, it sounds like just pure sex moans. He moans so nicely during sex that he could make a living doing audio porn. All nice and low and raspy. Sometimes higher pitched, ending in gasps. And he's not really a dirty-talker, but he's incredibly bossy during sex, and not afraid to tell his partner what he wants from them and exactly how, and this just comes out sounding like the best dirty talk of the century. I mean the sounds he makes during sex are anybody's wet dream.
  • Vernon/Hansol: his moans are perfect. He's another one with a sex voice; and when he gets in the bedroom he lets lust takeover every inch of his body and his mind gets completely hazed over. This means he reacts to everything you do, moaning and saying your name and swearing (we all know how much he loves his swears) at each little move you make. His voice is usually pretty worn out after sex, and toward his orgasm he gets the best rasp in his voice that's the biggest turn-on for you. You work to make that rasp worse each time and sometimes even put him out of commission for rapping the next day.
  • Dino/Chan: A lot of panting. Even though he dances he still not quite used to the full exertion of sex but he's still there with you the whole time and eager and excited for it. He asks a lot of questions - he needs to know if he's doing this right (even if he done it once or twice before) and if you like it and what you're thinking because your pleasure is the most important thing. He lets the occasional moan slip through, when his mind gets lost, and it's really embarrassed. Most of the time his mind is just far too busy during sex to let his body make noise.

marches45  asked:

In real-world communism, people are required to work, correct? Doesn't that suggest/imply that capitalism enables the laziness of the neo-"commies"/lifters?

Yep.  They wouldn’t last five minutes under legitimate communism, especially when they realize that there would not be any:

  • High-end cosmetics (this would be considered a luxury item, and owning it would be owning wealth over your peers)
  • Designer clothing (see above)
  • Art commissions
  • Patreon
  • Owning anything that your brothers and sisters in communism do not also have
  • Essentially standing apart from others in any way

Communism is actually a tumblr teenager’s worst nightmare: Being forced to work, and looking/living/thinking exactly like everyone else.

  • Cole: You and Krem say words that hurt, but they aren't real, The Iron Bull.
  • Iron Bull: Yes. We give each other grief. It's a soldier thing. Doesn't mean anything.
  • Cole: It means friendship. And that you're soldiers. Krem likes it, it makes him proud.
  • Iron Bull: I guess I can see that. Him, huh?
  • Cole: Is that wrong?
  • Iron Bull: No, no. I just thought, since you do that thing where you see into people's heads...
  • Iron Bull: Actually, you're good, kid. Keep it up.
  • Cole: The armor is right. The body isn't, but it doesn't hurt him anymore.
  • Cole: You make it better.