but you guis get me right

Hey so here’s your friendly reminder that Cars 3 was not an anti millennial film. There’s never a moment where any of the Next Gen. cars get bashed for being younger. The article that came out months ago was horribly written and not accurate to the film at all.

I’ve seen a few posts saying that McQueen gets mad at Cruz for relying too much on technology and I have to wonder if you guys really watched the movie because that never happens?
Lightning WANTS to use the simulator. He WANTS to train the same way the Next Gens train, which relies on technology. He gets mad at Cruz because she’s treating him like he’s an ancient fossil (tell me you wouldn’t get annoyed if someone gave you a bed pan…) and it frustrates him because in his eyes he’s not that much older. He gets annoyed with her for bringing the treadmill onto the beach and tbh he has every right to be annoyed like why the hell would you use a treadmill when you have the beach to race/run on…

People keep asking “Why does Jackson, the millennial, have to be a jerk?” and like. It has nothing to do with him being a “”millennial””??? He’s literally just a copy of Chick Hicks, the antagonist in the first film, who is much older than McQueen. They didn’t purposely make Jackson a bad guy as a way of saying “FUCk Young Peopl!”

And on top of that, Cruz is also a “”millennial”” and they show her in a very positive light? And she even kicks ass at the end of the movie so???

Cars 3 is about an older athlete who’s finding it harder and harder to keep up with the younger athletes. It’s about McQueen finding his groove again. That’s it.

Laws Of Bygones- Chapter 3

Heylo guys! Have the next chapter and let me know your feedback please!


“What do you mean hostage?” Pepper demanded as Happy took a sharp right, narrowly missing a parked bike, “And where’s Tony?”

“It’s Rumiko, Pepper,” Rhodey’s voice sounded tense in the background of a speeding car’s tyres, “Obviously Tony’s going right into the mess.”

“Of course,” Pepper sighed on a frustrated breath, flicking her hand to signal Happy, “I’ll get there as soon as I can. But Rhodey…”

“I know, I know,” Rhodey replied over the phone and Pepper knew that his nerves were frazzled too, “He’s risking too much. But he’d do the same for us and we’d do the same for him.”

“One day this’ll get us all killed,” Pepper huffed on an exasperated laugh as she cocked her gun in one hand.

“Should have known before we became merchants of death, boss,” Rhodey quipped and Pepper rolled her eyes before flipping the phone shut.

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Yo while I really appreciate all the new followers I’ve gotten recently, I wanna just say thank you to everyone who decided to stick with me through all these years. I see you there, guys, thanks for still caring for my shitty art ♥ Fucking love you a lot right now ngl, I managed to get really emotional looking through some old stuff.

I feel like people used to message me a lot and I’d do silly sketches and fun stuff and now I have zero interaction with people and it brings me down a little, number of my followers might have gone up but people never approach me anymore ;_;

I guess I just wanna say I want to be a bit more social here, and that I’m not particularly scary, so if anyone ever wants to hit me up for some chatting or any questions, please please do!

master-none  asked:

Why is art so frustratingly hard and slow?

I don’t think I’m the right guy to answer this but…

Art is hard, and it’s slow but it shouldn’t be frustrating. If you’re getting frustrated doing art then you need to take a break, and try different approaches. Believe me I know what you mean because I’m still learning and I do get frustrated when I feel stuck or I can’t get something to look the way I want it to but as soon as it stops being fun, I call it a day and focus on something else.

Remember, it’s not worth it if it’s not fun!


I would just like to take a moment to say…

To all of those people sending me texts, and messages, and replies, and asks, and notes, and messages with reblogs, bless your souls. I can barely keep up with how many I am getting! You guys have me rotfl…I can barely breathe! So thank you, all of you. You sweet souls have totally made my night.

And if I can do anything for you in return, like amp up the angst in the next chapter, please let me know. In fact, I’ll start on it right away. 

@webcricket @splendidcas @casbabydontgoineedyou @greenappleeyes @afanofmanystuffs @joanne-egberp …there are so many more but I’m laughing so fucking hard I can’t think straight! 

You guys give me life.

anonymous asked:

i know you're past the slut story thing, but i have one so i'm going to share.once upon a time i sat next to this attractive guy in english. all year we were friends (kind of?we told each other jokes a lot) and on the last day of school, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward his car (MIND U this is right after school there's hella people) and he pushed me into his backseat.we fucked numerous times knowing people were watching. he was the roughest guy i've been with and i get wet thinking about it

i actually still love receiving slut stories it’s ok and WOOO THATS COOL

Favorite Scenes: Peter Declines Olivia’s Offer of Toast during Lysergic Acid Diethylamide (3.19)

Well, you look better than the last time I saw you.

Yeah. It’s amazing what a couple of hours will do for a guy.



You hungry?

Uh, no. I’m okay, thanks.

So how you feeling?

Um … I feel like I’ve just woken up from a really strange dream.

Thank you for coming to get me.

It’s not as dangerous as crossing into another universe, but I try.

You’re welcome.

What are we gonna have to deal with next, right?

I don’t know.

But for some reason, I’m not afraid to move forward anymore.

Sure you don’t want some toast?

No, I—no, I’m fine.

Who is this guy?

I saw him in your mind. You had him locked up in a Zeppelin. He was just flying around trapped in there.

I don’t know. I haven’t seen him before. But I think that he’s the man who’s gonna kill me.


Ok guys dig this, my house is clean, I finally got the apt all to my self, my fish tank is glowing and so peaceful, my apt decorated in modern decor, classical music playing in the background, all my bills are paid and business is in order, me and my husband are not fighting, I’m not sad, everything is so groovy in this moment, I’m going to treat myself to a nice rock followed with a beautiful bowl of Tina and chill out and play with you guys here on tumblr, I may do some yoga or perhaps I may get my toys out and make beautiful love to myself. Please reblog, reply, ask questions, follow, and send messages. This right here in this space of time, everything is right in the world! I am not doing drugs by myself because I’m a hopeless drug addict who is ashamed and scared to be around people, I’m doing drugs alone today because I’m madly in love with myself and there is no one that I’d rather spend time with and drugs will turn my great day into a perfect day! I’m wishing all of you in tumblr land that you too have a perfect day! I love you all!

anonymous asked:

How are you? How was your day?(:

Mondays are hard for me. Monday I have therapy.. and sometimes it’s really hard to be open… I normally bring my backpack full of questions that get from you guys along with a lot of memories I don’t want. But when I walk out of there, the first face I wanna see is my Little’s and normal she’s standing right there waiting with her cute smile. Today she took me to get ice cream. She’s currently napping while I work on my history paper.

agentflash18  asked:

Honestly I'm so jealous of all you guys getting posters right now. My mom would never let me get stuff like that and especially would never let me buy a signed one (they're too expensive ahh) maybe on my birthday but since that's in 4 months I won't be able to get one :(

Honestly, I feel that. I was lucky enough to still have some money left over from when I had a job at college, and it got delivered when both parents were at work so I didn’t have a lecture about wasting money while being out of work. Maybe you could ask your mom for one as an early birthday present? It’s not necessary likely to work, but the worst she could probably do is say no. And there’s always the possibility that she could say yes!

Bad? 😈😲 I’m not bad. I’m 👦 the good ✅ guy here 😌. He just DOESN’T get it 😨😨. 😩Do you think I’m BAD 👺👹😈? 😫 (quack🐔😂😂👌) THANK 😒 you! 💯… I mean, something good finally happens to me 🙌✅ and he 👴😠 just has to come↗ along in rain💦😩 on my parade. What’s his problem? 😫😡(Quack🐔😹) See!👌👦

Yeah 😒😒 bad👹👹, right…👌…

(Quack 🐔😫)


How 🙋 ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦I be🐝? I'm👦 just DOIN’ 🌚 what COMES NATURALLY 😫💦🌚👌👹🌴
How🙌 ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦I be🐝? I’m just following 👣👣my destiny😌💯🌈
How 🙋 ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦I be🐝? I'm👦just DOIN’ 🌚 what COMES NATURALLY 😫💦🌚👌👹🌴
How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can I 👦be🐝? How bad👹 can🔋I 👦possibly be🐝?(🌚💦)

👆Well, there’s (😲)a principal of nature🌴 (principal of nature🌴) 
That 👀almost 💯👀every💯👀 creature KNOWS💯👀🙀
Called survival 😨of the fittest 💪👦(STRONG DADDY 😫💦)(survival of the fittest👦🏻💪) 
And check it ✅👀👀this is how👀👀👀 it goes👀👀👀
😼The animal 😻that is has got to scratch🖖🏻😫💦 and bite👅😩💦 and claw 🖖🏻😻💦and bite and punch👊🏼💦 (FIST ME DADDY)
😼And the animal that doesn’t 🙀(👆🏻🙀well the animal that doesn't🙀) winds up 🍂🍃
SomeBODY🐸 else'sssss lu👌🏻👈🏻-lu👌🏻👈🏻-lu👌🏻👈🏻-lu👌🏻👈🏻-unch! 😋💦MUNCH 😍🍄MUNCH😍🍄MUNCH😍🍄(I’m just saying🙄'😿)

How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦🏻I be🐝? I'm👦🏻 just DOIN’ 🌚 what COMES NATURALLY 😫💦🌚👌🏻👹🌴
How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦🏻I be🐝? I’m just following 👣👣my destiny😌💯🌈
How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦🏻I be🐝? I'm👦🏻 just DOIN’ 🌚 what COMES NATURALLY 😫💦🌚👌🏻👹🌴
How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can I 👦🏻be🐝? How bad👹 can🛢I 👦🏻possibly be🐝?(🌚💦)

👆Well, there’s a principal of business 😨(principal of bus i ness🚎🐉) 
And everybody💯👀 knows his sound👄👂
He 🌚 says the people👦🏻with the money 💲💲💲(people with the money🌚💲) 
Makes the money-lovin’ world🌎👈💦 go ‘round!😻👌
So I BIGGER IN 📈😫💦 my company, I BIGGER IN📈😩💦 my factory, I BIGGER IN MY CORPORATE SIZE🍄📈💦!
Everybody out there take care of yours🍄🙄 and me? 😏
I’ll take care of mine, mine, mine, mine, mine! (THE FLOOR AND CEALING ARE MINE 🔺🎈)
Let me hear👂🏻 you say👄 'smogulous 😫💨💩😋 smoke’ (smogulous smoke💨💩)
Schloppity schlop💩💩💩 (schloppity schlop💩💩💩)💦💦💦💦
Complain all you want👌👈😫💦😏, it’s never😩 ever😫, ever,😩 ever gonna stop💦💦

Come on🍌 how bad ‍can🔋I 🙌possibly be🐝?

How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦🏻I be🐝? I’m just building the economy 🙄
How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦🏻I be🐝? Just look at me pettin’ this “puppy” (🐱😫💦)
How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦🏻I be🐝? A portion of🍄💦 proceeds goes to charity!💦😋💦👨🏻‍🌾
How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦🏻I be🐝? How bad can I possibly be? 😏😏😏😏😏😏Let’s see!

All the customers👯‍♂👯‍♂👯‍♂👯‍♂👯‍♂👯‍♂👯‍♂ are flying!🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
(How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦🏻I be🐝?) All the money’s multiplying!😻💨
(How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦🏻I be🐝?) And the PR people are lying!😤💦
(How ba-a-a-ad can I be?) And the lawyers are denying!
(How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦🏻I be🐝?) Who cares if a few trees are dying?😹😹😹😹😹
(How ba😫-a😩-a😫-💦ad can 👦🏻I be🐝?) This isOHHHHHHH😫💦 so gRATIFYNGGGG!😋😋😋💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

How bad👹?😹 How bad👹 can🛢 this👌🏻👈🏻 possibly be🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦?

anonymous asked:

2. What made you decide to write this muse?

Musing about the muses

((HOO BOY… kind of a long story here. Ultimately, I got interested in the idea of RPing Papyrus specifically because of a certain Papyrus… @thegreatestmom! Even if it took me months to actually get around to making a tumblr account. And a few more months to get around to making this particular blog. I work so fast you guys. :’)

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shibolet3  asked:

Wait what con artist from 2014

I’d like to title this story “Swing And A Miss

Okay, so my high school had this program where seniors could leave school like a month and a half early and opt out of exams if they took on internships around the neighborhood, but not everyone wanted to/was eligible to do it. Back in like 2013, they had like 15 bored seniors stuck in the school, so the administration brought in this Professional Life Coach, left him in alone in a room with them for two hours to talk to them about like, self-esteem or some shit. All the kids were pulled out of their classes for this*, and later told the administration that they loved him, they really enjoyed the talk.

So, about a year later, we have a new principal. He’s supposed to set up an assembly for all the 11th and 12th graders, but he doesn’t know what to do. One of his coworkers mentions that there was a life coach that was a huge hit with the kids that didn’t do community study last year, so maybe he’d also be great for a larger audience. The principal basically thinks “okay, what the hell” and calls up and hires Jason C. Jean to come talk to the kids.

Now, it’s like, 10:30, maybe 11:00 in the morning, and two entire grades are getting shepherded to the main gymnasium, and no one wants to God damn be there. We ain’t got time for self esteem talks. We want to sleep. And this guy, watching us all drag our feet in and collapse into the bleachers was just like…offensively peppy. There’s a couple faculty members sitting behind him, the woman who suggested he be hired for this, the vice principals for the grades- but the principal himself kept getting calls so he was in and out the whole time.

Now, Mr. Jean was like…the chill “Just call me by my first name dude” history professor at college times 30. He was trying so fucking hard. I’m referring to him as ‘Mr. Jean’ in this story just to be disrespectful. So anyway, we all get in there, and he tells us right off the bat “You guys are totally allowed to be on your phones and laptops during this! I get it! It’s no problem, like really, I insist!” so while the faculty members are exchanging smiles that read ‘how do we kill that while respecting him’, all the kids are immediately pulling out their electronics and he’s starts his speech.

Now, again, I really wanna reiterate that he told us we could be on our phones- because when the news articles started coming out about this, I remember all these angry, annoying comments from old people like “Why the hell were the students on their phones in the first place! So disrespectful! These damn millennials and their social media!” like, they were completely ignoring the entire story and just focusing in on kids using the internet, and it Really Super Pissed Me Off, so. Again, we had permission for this (which also ended up being Mr. Jean’s fatal mistake).

So, he starts off this speech fairly normally, like ‘hi, I’m Jason, I’m a professional life coach and I wanna teach you kids about how to be The Best You!’ and like people were tuning him out and listening to varying degrees. Some kids (like myself) were kinda dozing off, and everyone was on twitter or facebook.

His approach to a self esteem speech seemed to be ‘let me tell you my entire life story for hours’ and like, at first I was like “I’m not really hearing this, I’m half dreaming right now” but the more I started making myself pay attention the more…bizarre and rambling his story got.

So like, for instance, he told us he drank a lot in high school. Like, a lot. But he didn’t use that as a ‘don’t drink or party too hard’ lesson, instead he was like “I was fourteen so I always called my parents to pick me up, and they weren’t mad because they knew it meant I could trust them. So remember, always tell your parents when you’re drinking!” and then it kinda got to a point where it sounded like he was encouraging partying and drinking and the like to the group of underage kids.

And then, he told us how he used to play baseball all the time when he was a kid, and at 16 reached a crossroads in his life where the Phillies wanted to draft him or he could go play football for Penn State. And he said he went with Penn State but later lost the scholarship for some reason and we’re like…really.

There was absolutely nothing coherent about anything he was saying- nothing that tied anything together, made a point, seemed like it had anything to do with an assembly on self esteem. He told us at one point he was making upwards of 7 million a year. He told us one time before college he was homeless. He told us he used to own a construction company and built his own branch of nightclubs himself, that he and his friend then ran. He told us he fought a shark and came out with no scars. He told us that he had less money now, because after surviving a work related accident- direct quote- “I fell almost 30 feet and I broke in half” - he decided to leave that industry and spend more time with his family.

So, yeah, I was pretty positive this was bullshit, but there were clearly kids in the room that were falling for it. But then he said something like…he and his friend got bored one day and started jarring up their own pasta sauce, and made a deal with wegmans or some store like that to start selling it, and now he has a pasta sauce empire. Like he spent 15 fucking minutes on this. The way he kept saying ‘pasta sauce’ was so annoying I was about to claw my ears out. But anyway, two girls in my grade wanted to find out what brand he was talking about, so they googled his name.

And then quietly gasped.

And then furiously started typing into their phones.

And remember- everyone, even though they were paying attention- was on twitter and facebook. All the sudden I see heads flying up and wide eyes and people whispering to each other. Mr. Jean doesn’t seem to notice the change and keeps rambling on, but I know something happened so I google him too and-

Okay so basically he’s 1) been arrested, 2) filed for bankruptcy like three times and 3) has been hailed as a ‘Swinger Guru’ by playboy.


So by now, this is a fucking game- he still doesn’t notice anything wrong amongst the kids, so we’re all silently texting each other to fill each other in. Pulling up receipts. But still playing the part of politely intrigued audience members. The school faculty have no fucking idea what’s going on, until one of the students texts her mom, who happens to be the woman that convinced the principal to hire this guy. We see her check her phone, go wide-eyed, and she runs out of the fucking room presumably to either find the principal or hide in terror.

So Mr. Jean had been talking to random people intermittently throughout this speech, but we reach the ‘questions’ part of it. Everyone seems to silently agree that instead of just asking him anything outright, we should just see how good of a liar he was. So they’d be asking him stuff like ‘how much money did you make with ____ company’ and he’d give a ridiculously high number as people were sending each other reports of him filing for bankruptcy during that time. Or they asked him about his construction business which he said was great, and while he was talking about how great it was we were all reading his arrest report, from when a woman hired him to build her house, and he took her money and then like…just didn’t build anything. Wild. Someone asked him about his family and he’s extolling Christian virtues while we’re all on the website for his annual Swing Fest. People would ask him how he got certain jobs and he was making promises to hook kids up in interviews and shit. Everyone was loosing their God damn minds online and just barely holding it together in person. This man was so beyond full of shit- like, he was a God awful life coach but his dedication to lying was inspirational.

We eventually get to leave and everyone is yelling and cracking up and freaking out, all running to our classes to tell the teachers and the underclassmen everything, and the teachers are freaking out, alternating between horrified confusion and laughing hysterically. Before the school day even ended, someone had called a bunch of news stations. The principal was freaking out and denying he had anything to do with it, before calling some students to his office to see what exactly the kids had searched up on the guy…Because apparently teenagers can perform better background checks than school officials. It was all anyone could talk about for weeks.

A couple months after this, for my theater class’ showcase, I wrote and directed a skit called ‘Mason B. Mean’. It was a huge hit. The principal was in the audience. I’ve never seen a grown man look so dead inside. I made sure I was out of the room before he came up to congratulate the cast and everything. The next day, my theater teacher told me his only comment about the skit was a quiet, long-suffering “Why.” 😂😂

Annnnnnnnd that’s the time a Swinger Entrepreneur rambled on about pasta sauce and money in front of teenagers who knew how to use google for almost two hours.  


Claudia and Stiles, June 1998.

Here’s another sneak peek for the final chappy of Home, which I’m aiming to post in June (60 drawings + Lupus = Julie needs extra time) but now it’s 42 paintings down, 18 to go!! Thanks for your unending patience ♥

Why yes, we should ring up every item.

I used to be a front end manager for a large hardware chain in the Midwest. It was early in the day (around 9 am or so) and my head cashier had called in sick so I was already behind in a lot of ways. Luckily I had a girl scheduled who was a former head cashier who had left the company and came back as a full time cashier. We’ll call her Jenny. Jenny was smart and worked hard, she was always professional and was quick with a joke. I liked when she was scheduled to work with me.

Jenny was around 7 months pregnant (and had the most awful things said to her because she didn’t have a ring on her left hand, but that’s another story) and I had given her the phone while I was trying to accomplish various tasks to set up my day.

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