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This Kentucky high school banned dreadlocks, cornrows and twists.

Butler Traditional High School in Louisville, Kentucky shocked some parents when they distributed a dress code that banned students from sporting “dreadlocks, cornrows and twists.” The code also banned extreme hair colors and highlighting on girls and any hair coloring for boys.

Kentucky State Representative-elect Attica Scott slammed the dress code and tweeted out a picture of it. (Above)

“We feel that a student’s academic success is directly correlated to appropriate attire and appearance,” the dress code reads.

The ACLU of Kentucky fired back at the school’s justification with 2 brilliant tweets.

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For those of you who support EMP, TAB and TFP were perfect bookends. In TAB, we saw Sherlock call himself a man out of his time, look out the window, and see 1895 break away into 2016. In TFP we saw the opposite. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson may exist in 2017, but they are stuck in 1895. That’s why Mary’s voiceover is exactly like Vincent Starrett’s poem “221B” (“where it’s always 1895”).

But considering the set designers went out of their way to say ‘Information is the power to change 1895" on a background billboard they created for HLV, and then confirmed it to us, gives me hope.

Considering Sherlock tried the code “I AM 1895 LOCKED” on Irene’s phone and found that wasn’t the case, that gives me hope.

We know TAB had to be set in 1895 – Gatiss made that VERY clear.

Why code your show SO much to trick a few thousand people? That can’t be their motivation, because it makes no sense. 99% of viewers do not notice the Starrett reference, the 1895s, or the background props.

What, you’re to tell me Moffat thought, “You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to put the number code ‘207’ in my romantic narrative arc like usual and not give a '702’ to complete it. That’ll really irk approximately 4,000 people.” – because to think Moffat did that is insane.

Most people don’t even know about John’s blog online, but they’ve coded that! Why? It’s not to trick a few thousand people. There’s no reason for that.

Someone made a post months ago about if they’re actually queerbaiting, then they’ve created a whole new form of doing so, by seeing into the future to plant heavily coded tricks on people that didn’t exist in Fandom yet.

The elephant in the room in TSOT, TAB, TFP, and on the blog – 99% of viewers miss that. If it’s all a cheap trick, why did they go so far out of their way to bait an online audience of 20,000 when they have 8 million viewers who tune in for their new episodes?

Not making Johnlock canon is not the point of this post – that’s a whole separate issue.

I want to know why this show is so heavily coded, so much so that online fans can predict plot points ahead of time. I want to know why they went to all that trouble, when not more than a few thousand people would notice. I want to know WHY. WHY???

I sound like John Watson after Sherlock came back from the dead.

Aaaaaaaaaand I’ve answered my own question.

NCT 127 When Drunk

A/N: This was fun to write, these are just my opinions by the way! Also, I did include Mark, but decided against Donghyuk

Originally posted by nctech

Yuta:

The Manly Denier

Yuta would be the type to deny he’s drunk, clumsily stumbling about. He’s very independent & masculine arguing he doesn’t need any help, childishly mumbling to himself before reaching for his drink once again.
When you’d offer help, guiding him through the busy crowds or entering the pass-code on the locked door as he slumped against you he’d raise his voice, demanding he do it himself. He’d be a bit physical, not intentionally, but his normal actions would be amplified, his drunk & clumsy state unable to withhold his strength- his affectionate nudges suddenly making you stumble.
Once calmed down, he’d grow tired, the quiet bedroom lulling him to sleep swiftly.

Doyoung:

The Sly Pervert

Doyoung would have no limits when drunk. He’d have one thing on his mind, sex.
He’d pay attention to every movement you made, his keen gaze unaffected by his drunk state. He’d be much drunker than he seemed, somehow able to remain semi-composed.
Everything would be amplified, every touch, every whisper, every glance. He’d be in his own world, rather quiet, content with actions rather than words.
He’d insist you ‘help’ him when he needed it, using any excuse to get closer to you.
When home he’d be very adamant about it, his slurred words and sloppy kisses making you grimace.
He’d do anything, literally anything to get any action, unable to fall asleep.

Jaehyun:

The Eater

Jaehyun would be the type to have an insatiable hunger, his constant and clumsy search of food getting him into trouble.
On the way home he’d constantly pull you aside, pointing at the posters plastered to the windows of shops. You’d pull on his sleeve, his determined form staying rooted to the wet cement. The only way to coax him home would be the empty promise of an elaborate meal once home.
He’d be whiny as well, whining for all kinds of extravagant dishes at two in the morning.
Once fed a bit, he’d fall asleep immediately, slumped against the table.

Taeyong:

The Obnoxious One

When drunk, Taeyong would be rather obnoxious, raising his voice, his dramatic gestures constantly drawing attention.
He wouldn’t know when to shut up or when to not yell, completely inconsiderate of those around him. In a way, he’d be a bit like an old man, complaining loudly, slamming his drink on the table obnoxiously, before gesturing wildly.
He actually would not mind your help, too drunk to even care if his pride was hurt.
When not shouting randomly into the frigid night air, he’d be rather cute, his clumsy steps and quirky smile making up for his rude demeanor.
Once home he’d be rather compliant, ready to call it a night.

Johnny:

The Serious Guru

I’m not sure why, but I think Johnny would become rather solemn and serious when tipsy. Unlike most of the others, I think his brain would actually be functioning. He’d probably think about his past and future, mulling over his regrets and his worries.
He’d appreciate help, squeezing your warm hand gently as you led him from the dim bar. Due to your help, his attention would shift from self-pity to adoration.
He’d be weird, spewing nonsense about how you’re an angel from the heavens before offering life advice as he stumbled behind you.

Taeil:

The Clingy Cuddler

When sober Taeil is very composed, he no doubt shows affection, but is careful not to smother you. However, when drunk, he’s a parasite.
He’d cling to you constantly, smothering you in affection, his attention focused solely on you. It would be rather endearing at first, his hidden side making your heart flutter in adoration, but it would soon grow embarrassing.
He’d lose his ability to read atmospheres, fiercely protective and stubborn.
Once home, he’d grow even bolder, his cute nature vanishing, his actions becoming a bit too much.
He’d refuse to go to sleep, until you lay with him, his hazy mind swirling with erotic thoughts. However, he’d most likely become overcome by sleep before carrying through his poorly thought scheme.

Mark:

The Happy Camper

People would probably think Mark did ecstasy rather than having a few too many drinks.
He would be in his own world, his demeanor rather peaceful. Mark would continue to be outgoing and friendly, his euphoric state making him smile idiotically.
Similarly to Johnny, I think he’d appreciate any help you offered, his heart swelling with adoration as he closely studied your features, smiling to himself.
He’d be low-maintenance, keeping most of his thoughts to himself, sputtering only a few random facts while murmuring.
Once home I think he’d be happy to go to sleep, looking forward to his dreams or some shit, spewing his intense love of life and the world.

Sicheng:

The Giggly Weirdo

Sicheng would come out of his shell when tipsy. He’d spew Chinese, unable to find the right words.
He’d be very friendly, more so than usual, his giddy demeanor making you chuckle. His child-like words would make you smile, his low giggles surprising you.
He’d be a weirdo, doing whatever he’d please, rather high-maintenance, unable to let him out of your sight.
He’d probably be the one whining to go home, growing sleepy, wanting nothing more than the comfort of home where he could be intimate [not like Doyoung, just craving innocent cuddles].
He wouldn’t even notice your help to be honest, he’d just blunder after you, focused on going home, slumping against you as if it were normal.

So, first we got an episode in which Mycroft was watching a romance film and got interrupted by a fake horror staged to prove a point.

And then we got some of the things we feared the most:
- Sherlock saying I love you to Molly and that’s all (sherl0lly)
- Eurus asking Sherlock if he and Irene had sex (Adl0ck)
- John not worring a bit about Sherlock putting a gun to his head
- Sherlock not even rushing to save John from that well
- All the villiains queer coded
- Sherlock destroying a coffin with “I love you” on it.
- Three Garridebs moment being that horrible shit
- Mary completely redeemed and the one narrating at the end (seriously wtf)
- And of course, all our meta and theories being mocked cause none of them was real.

You know, maybe I am reading to much into this shit but…something still feels fucky af….

@jawnlock-is-real

Bold all that apply:

My muse knows how to…

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock

{Part 1} Departure // Mark Tuan

Originally posted by blondetuan

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Genre: Sad // Angst

Summary: After receiving hate online about your relationship, you plan to break up with Mark on your 3 year anniversary and he comes home to find you packing.

A/N: I decided to do this in two parts! The next part will be smut~ So I hope you enjoy this part 1!

Read {PART 2} here


Mark took the steps up to your shared apartment two at a time with your favourite bottle of perfume and a bag filled with both of your favourite snacks and ramen. It wasn’t just any normal Sunday afternoon when he came home after meeting with the other members of GOT7 – as a matter of fact it was a pretty special occasion; your three year anniversary with your boyfriend.

He reached the door, tapping in the lock code and hearing the usual cheerful beeping that granted him access to his place, before stepping in and closing the door behind him – only to find his eyes falling to the large, black suitcase that lay toppled over on the floor just in front of him. Mark looked at it, feeling severely confused and bewildered as he set his bags on the side table in the living room, putting his hand to the back of his neck and looking around the living room to notice that most of your stuff was missing.

“(Y/N)…?” he called out gently, before hearing a faint crashing sound coming from the bedroom. Alarm bells rang off inside Mark’s mind as he sprinted to the room, bounding through the door to see you on your knees on the floor with your back facing him, fighting with your heavy tri-pod that toppled on to the ground. Mark felt dread wash over his body as he approached you, circling around to face you as he squatted down in front of you, observing your slightly red, blotchy face and puffy eyes.

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Slytherin Things (Part Four)

Incense, locked boxes, unopened letters from parents, loud music late at night, secret codes between friends, winged eyeliner, snowball fights, dark coats, sneaking out late at night (not to go anywhere, just to be out in the cool night air), silver jewelry, stargazing charts, telescopes…

Spirit Animals

JD-

Billy went and made one of those “What is Your Patronus” quizzes, which is all well and good. Of course it isn’t actually accurate, just a little way to waste time by answering about 75 extremely random questions.

Unfortunately, all the time I spent answering those questions was a complete waste of time, because Billy snuck in a little line of code to auto-lock your result to a very specific answer if you enter ‘Jonathan’ as your name at the beginning of the quiz.

Regardless of how I answer, I am forever destined to have a Patronus of ‘Really Dirty Raccoon with Little IT Experience’.

Keeping Promises- Shance Week Day 7

So in this one, Shiro and Lance are dating before Shiro goes on the mission. I hope you enjoy and don’t worry, I have one more submission coming out tomorrow
Last Touch/First Glance

‘He’s in his room. Guards are switching in 2 minutes, go now’

When that text came through, Lance threw his covers off and pulled on his blue high-tops. He looked across the room where Hunk was snoring away. He had to remember to get back before Hunk woke up. He already suspected something and honestly, he loved Hunk, but the guy could not keep a secret. He snuck out of his room, keeping his ears open for the guards. He was able to evade the guards all the way to the teacher areas. He put in the lock code and entered the building quietly. He didn’t spot anyone in the hallways, and quickly sprinted to the door he need.

He knocked on the door, and looked over his shoulder, hoping he didn’t alert anyone. The door opened and on other side, Takeshi Shirogane looked down at his boyfriend in surprise.

“Lance? What are- get in here.” He pulled the student in, before making sure no one had seen him.

Lance couldn’t help but smile at Shiro’s caution. When he got the news that he’d be going on the Kerberos mission, Shiro was moved to the teacher barracks, despite him only really being at a graduate student status.

“Lance, what are you doing here? You could have been caught.”

Lance wrapped his arms around Shiro’s neck and looked up sweetly at his boyfriend. “Come on, I may be a cargo piolet but I have pretty good grades at stealth.”

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More than 1000 followers?!

Wow I never thought so many people would be interested in my experience of chastity.

For an update, I am now locked by another boy who keeps the 4-digit code of the lock box where I have put my key. It feels very different to be locked by someone who is not your parent! 

I Hate You: John Murphy imagine

It all happened so fast. One minute I was in my cell and the next in a ship with other teenage delinquents. My hands quickly grasped the roller coaster like guard that held me in my seat.

So they finally decided to send us down. That’s why I was in the the metal box anyways. I was a tech genius per say and I happened to stumble on some coded files. Apparently I found out too much when I un coded them and they locked me up.

My heart was beating fast as I felt us in motion. I watched as a few morons got out of their seats. Everyone was confused and chattering away.

“A little nervous princess?” A deep husky voice asked making me cringe in my own seat. Out of all the criminals they had to place me next to him.

“Shut up Johnny.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes trying to break. The ship whole as we broke into earth’s atmosphere. I held on so tightly as I felt everything in my go numb before speeding into hyper drive.

“You can let go now.” Murphy whispered as he smirked at me. I looked down seeing my hand grasping his thigh.

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The Thirteen having to deal with bad manufacturing since they were Primus’s first creations and basically His trial run. He may be a god but even gods make mistakes their first time around :)

Plugs accidentally popping out of ports during plug’n’play because Primus forgot to add the command code to keep them locked in.

When their vocalizer is taxed, be it from yelling, emotional stress, or otherwise, the vocalizer is unable to handle it because Primus didn’t expect them to be so dang emotional, and it ends up making a grating monotone sound until the bot calms down and the vocalizer cools off.

Having to reinforce their own spark chambers because it was all too easy for the code to activate them to open  while sharing a powerfully emotional event.

Optics leaking at random times because their body was producing too much  coolant [Primus didn’t realise how often His creations would sit around doing activities that didn’t require that much coolant]. Despite most of them getting this corrected quickly, Liege Maximo somehow missed out on that and people he talked to often recalled him crying for no reason. He claims he’s just so passionate about what he’s talking to them about, selling them on believing him a lot more easily. Also, he’s an angry crier because of this. 

A Prime’s spark being knocked out of alignment because Primus forgot to add secure latches, and feeling effects similar to when you take drugs, and a sense of weightlessness despite having both feet on the ground. One can only imagine how trippy this experience would be for Matrix-bearing Prima.

all that weld porosity because He did n ‘t   c lean  the cfucknging metal before we ld ing  it

Their interface panels accidentally springing open during combat because Primus thought it was a good idea to have them manually activated, and carelessly bumping into the panel can accidentally brush against the trigger to open it. So, you can only imagine how embarrassing sparring/combat was. Likewise, interface panels being jammed because Primus’s molding accidentally melted over the button to open the interface panel. 

ᵖʳᶦᵐᵘˢ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᶦᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ᶠᵘʳʳʸ, ᴼᶰʸˣ ᴾʳᶦᵐᵉ⋅ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦᶰ ᶦᵗˢᵉᶫᶠ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵐᶦˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᶰᵒᵗᶦᶰᵍ⋅

Limbs just popping off when touched because the sensors overreact to the sensation and the joint was too loose to keep the limb in place. Likewise, parts of their plating falling off because Primus has a knack for incomplete fusion when it comes to welding two piece s  of fukng metal together

Adding on to that, when Nexus Prime first tried to combine, his entire body basically disassembled. It took Primus a decacycle to put him back together. A very messy process when you add in energon lines popping out everywhere. Cue the traumatizing visual. Thank Primus that he created the Thirteen. Imagine what would happen if you tried combining and He hadn’t had Nexus Prime to test it out first.

Amalgamous Prime getting stuck mid transformation because his cog wasn’t big enough to reach all the parts needed to transform.

Sleepwalking because Primus forgot to add a shutdown function. Quintus Prime refused to have this fixed on the grounds that sleepwalking was a perfect counterpart to his daydreaming. That doesn’t make sense but neither does Primus letting him keep the Emberstone after he created the Quintessons ᵖʳᶦᵐᵘˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒ ᵈᵃᵐᶰ ᵐᶦᶰᵈ

Solus Prime’s first hands were of those where the molding fused the fingers so she can’t bend them. Primus fixed that as soon as possible when He realised how loudly she could complain.

Primus getting frustrated with sculpting/molding hands and faces [and in the MTMTE continuity, legs lmao, goddammit milne you make it impossible to find leg references] because it’S HARDDDD.

One of them was once bedazzled to the max. Megatronus was not pleased. Another had a ridiculous amount of biolights compared to the others because Primus wanted to go all out on his OCs. Suffice to say that the design was not good and Vector Prime had to beg Primus to build him a new body in order for the others to take him seriously. 

The Thirteen asking what that weird hunk of metal is that sits in the corner of a room, to which Primus admits was His first attempt at creating one of them, and it ended poorly because He didn’t know how to sculpt very well. To which the Thirteen were grateful that they didn’t turn out like that, and despite all the issues they had to suffer because of Primus’s incompetence in sculpting living beings, at the end of the day, they were proud to be Primus’s firsts.

If Lelouch and Suzaku were locked in a room...

As requested by alternaterealityself

After Lelouch and Suzaku’s master plan came into fruition, what would they say to each other if it didn’t mean that they would forever part ways?

Suzaku: I - I can’t believe it, Lelouch, you’re…

Lelouch: Yes, Suzaku. I have returned from the grave to have one last conversation with my old friend.

Suzaku: Oh, so you must be contacting me from C’s World. When I was at the Sword of Akasha - it must have made me more sensitive to the souls residing there, right?

Lelouch: This is a List series, Suzaku. Any attempt for it to make sense is in vain.

Lelouch: Your work as Zero has been admirable, Suzaku.

Lelouch: Of course, nothing’s ever quite as good as the original…

Suzaku: Uh, what? My Zero is an actual knight for justice, not a mass murderer masquerading as one.

Lelouch: Where is the wild gesticulating, Suzaku?

Suzaku: …?

Lelouch: The mantle of Zero cannot be truly taken unless he makes his presence known with dramatic body language.

Lelouch: I’ve been watching your progress. Standing straight like a respectful citizen. Not a cape fling in sight.

Lelouch: It’s a miracle anyone believed you were Zero to be honest.

Suzaku: Is this why you’re here Lelouch? Because you’re jealous that I’m Zero now?

Lelouch: No! I’m just saying if you’re going to be a Messianic figure you might as well do it right!

Suzaku: I can’t believe this.

Lelouch: Alright, alright, let’s talk about something else. How is Nunna-

Suzaku: How’s C’s World?

Lelouch: C’s World? 

Lelouch: Uh…

Lelouch: Well.

Lelouch: The weather’s nice. Lovely beaches…

Suzaku: Beaches?

Lelouch: Uh, but it’s also terrible! Yes, a suitable punishment for someone as evil as me! 

Suzaku:

Lelouch: B-but that’s just for me! For Euphy it’s a happy-sunshine land with rainbow unicorns!

Suzaku: LELOUCH

Lelouch: D-don’t stab me again!

Suzaku: YOU DIDN’T DIE AT ALL, DID YOU?

Suzaku: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, LELOUCH?! CAN YOU NOT STOP LYING TO PEOPLE FOR ONE SECOND?

Lelouch: Suzaku, wait a second-

Suzaku: THE WHOLE DAMN POINT OF THE ZERO REQUIEM WAS FOR US TO ATONE! 

Suzaku: ATONE, LELOUCH! FOR BOTH OUR SINS!

Suzaku: YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT I HAD TO SACRIFICE MY ORDINARY LIFE TO BE COME ZERO WHILE YOU GOT OFF SCOT FREE?!

Lelouch: I am not scot-free, Suzaku! Immortality is a heavy burden to-

Suzaku: IMMORTAL?! SO NOT ONLY DID YOU NOT DIE THEN, BUT YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO DIE?

Suzaku: DID CC KNOW ABOUT THIS? ARE YOU TWO OFF GALLIVANTING IN THE COUNTRYSIDE SOMEWHERE WHILE I TAKE THE FULL BRUNT OF YOUR PLAN?!

Lelouch: …are you…jealous, Suzaku?

Suzaku: YOU ARE SO UP YOUR OWN ASS

Lelouch: Suzaku, listen. My self-sacrifice may not have actually involved…sacrificing myself, but the Zero Requiem, worked didn’t it? We achieved peace.

Suzaku: …Yes. We did.

Lelouch: Do you remember back when we were kids at the Kururugi shrine? When we rescued that bird?

Suzaku: …Yeah, you hotwired a car and we ambushed my father’s security guards just to help it out.

Suzaku: And it worked. We saved the bird.

Lelouch: It was prophetic, wasn’t it? When we work together, even if it took some evil acts to fulfill, we managed to save what really mattered.

Lelouch: Even back then, it showed we could accomplish anything, with my plan and your action.

Suzaku:

Suzaku: I liked your plans better back then. Before you started manipulating me.

Lelouch: So much for empathy.