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remember when the Bold Type played on all our stereotypes of female boss figures (specifically the ones portrayed in media) by introducing Jacqueline into the show as looking hella dominant walking into that meeting just after she rejected all of Jane’s ideas via email and totally set it up so we’d assume she was the “bitch boss” and then immediately blindsided everyone by instead making her a compassionate, thoughtful, hardworking, powerful, three-dimensional character who expects a lot from her employees because she believes in their abilities and they stuck by that characterization for the entirety of the season, never resorting to villifying her as a plot device #iconic

How to Describe Yourself to Your Pen Pal

The basics are your age, location, and gender, but what about some other things to spice up the conversation?

-Places you’ve been to

-Favorite music

-A secret that you haven’t told before

-Your most embarrassing moment

-What you want to be when you’re older

-What superpower you would have and why

- Favorite foods

-Introverted or extroverted?

-Zodiac sign

-Things you want to fix about yourself

-Describe how you were as a 7 year old

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anonymous asked:

What If one of the fakes had a high school reunion or something like that and just took the crew and it somehow ended in a shoot out with the cops.

Let’s just be clear, it’s not a pride thing. Geoff has never cared what people said about him, not outside a professional sense anyway; he knew exactly who he was, what he was capable of, even before he’d taken an entire city to its knees. So it’s not that he felt the need to prove himself, it’s just that there’s something particular about high school trauma, isn’t there? Something that lingers, even when it shouldn’t, something that emerges from even the most upstanding adults when thrown back together for a reunion, the bullies and the bullied, all desperate to show what they’ve become.

Geoff’s last high school was nothing like he’d ever been to before, a snobby upper-crust hellhole he was only in because his Ma’s third husband pulled some strings, and the other students were quick to point out just how much he didn’t belong. Between the tattoos and the smoking, the lazy looks and slow sneering drawl, it was always all too easy to label Geoff a loser, a drop out, trailer park trash everyone knew would be washing their cars one day. Never mind that he scored higher than most of his cohort even when skipping more or less every class, never mind that he is possibly the most well-read crime-lord in the country, back then he had an image and teenagers are relentless. Not that Geoff was all that phased even at the time, only a year or so away from the day he picked up his first gun and never looked back, but it’s the principal of the thing.

So when an invite forwards through from an email so old he’d forgotten he’d even made it Geoff has to laugh. Then pause, consider, hatch an utterly ridiculous idea, and laugh some more. Because he might not care, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy ruining the night for all the pathetic stuck-up nobodies he went to school with; rubbing your success in everyone’s faces is what reunions are for, after all. The fact that it has a theme, that it is masquerade of all things, really just cements Geoff’s resolve to drag his crew halfway across the country into one of the strangest nights of their lives.

Everyone knows the option to bring a guest to these events is, in reality, the offer to bring a romantic partner, singular, but it isn’t technically stated. There are no rules barring Geoff from RSVP-ing for 7, so that’s exactly what he does. Sure he receives a few increasingly less polite emails suggesting he’d been mistaken but he doesn’t even bother opening them, doesn’t try to clarify that he is bringing his friends, his family, not his entire harem. Let them talk; they’d do it anyway. Plus, it’s not like the Fake’s aren’t all entirely too pleased with the suggestion, cackling hyenas who spend the next few weeks laying it on thick, batting their eyes and blowing Geoff kisses, picking out increasingly absurd meet-cute stories to tell his scandalised classmates. Between creating new identities and playing dress up in masks and suits they couldn’t be happier.

Masks or not they catch every eye in the room when they make their entrance and why wouldn’t they; Geoff and his unusual request must have been the talk of the rumour mill and identity hidden or not clearly this must be Geoff, it’s not like anyone else brought along 6 dates. As stage whispers hit a dull roar it’s obvious no one was prepared for what they were seeing, perhaps imagined instead stained tank tops and a string of strung-out baby mama’s, not expensively tailored suits and an attractively refined entourage. Paying the noise no heed Geoff swans into the room with Jack looking elegant on one arm, Gavin at his most Ken-doll glamorous tucked under the other, flanked on either side by Ryan, Michael, Jeremy and Ray, all dressed to impress.

Shock and jealousy aren’t good looks on anyone, let alone rich brats turned elitist yuppies, so Geoff’s classmates behave just as poorly as he’d anticipated, years and newfound maturity doing nothing to stop the tittering laughter, the sneers and judgmental looks, fake pleasantry and condescending questions. But then, his crew didn’t exactly play nice with them either.

Ray and Jeremy immediately beeline to the food table and bar, respectively, and each set themselves up and settle in for the night; loud, obnoxious and tactlessly talking about everyone around them. When asked about themselves or their relationship to Geoff they’re both frustratingly vague, Jeremy chattering away without saying much at all and Ray simply staring people down until they can’t bear the tension.

Michael and Ryan set off together to explore the room but quickly separate to accommodate their vastly different methods of surveillance. Ryan skulks into the background, ducking numerous attempts to catch his interest in favour of fading into unlit corners and empty nooks, frightening the life out of anyone trying to slip away for some private time. Michael, on the other hand, seems determined to be the life of the party, cheerfully making conversation only to laugh in the face of every so-called achievement, ruffling feathers and causing major offence wherever he goes.

Gavin slinks off like a man on a mission and doesn’t come back for over an hour, offering no explanation for the absence beyond a dangerously self-satisfied smirk. His work becomes obvious soon enough anyway, once the yelling starts; Geoff’s two main high-school tormentors, mentioned only in passing stories over the years, simultaneously having huge, public, relationship-ending blow ups with each of their significant others. What are the odds? Across the hall Gavin laughs, all tinkling glass and sparkling charm, smoothly working the room like Michael’s mirror opposite.

Jack stays at Geoff’s side all night, hackles raised into something abnormally cold and unimpressed any time someone comes up to speak to them, protective instincts in full force no matter how often Geoff claims to be unaffected. He fills her in on all the worst gossip about those who approach, and as the night progresses and general unease begins to spread Jack mellows, sinking back into something sweet and mocking, somehow even more unsettling playing docile arm-candy than she was rabid guard dog.

Throughout the night the Fake AH Crew remain a key topic of every casual conversation; they might have been regardless, even this far from Los Santos no one can get enough of their scandals, but with the huge heist pulled just last week there was no way to avoid it, everyone has their two cents, their praise and condemnation. It’s too funny, the whole crew killing themselves trying not to break character, to laugh or correct or manipulate the conversation but all their self-control is well rewarded in the end.

Half the room removed their masks less than an hour into the night; too difficult to eat and talk and drink in, too vain to keep their hard earned looks covered, so it’s not at all strange when the Fake’s start to follow suit. Jeremy and Ray start it, the newest member and the one caught on camera the least often, casually dropping their masks mid-conversation. They each get a confused squint or two, a double glance, a few individuals trying to place them, remember how they’d met before, why they were so familiar.

Next came Gavin and Michael, having goaded each other out onto the dance-floor they were playing as much as they were moving to the music, laughing and grappling and generally making a bit of a scene. They snatch off each other’s masks as they play and the looks double, because alone they’re each distinctive but together, together, people have seen those faces together, somewhere they’ve seen them and so often together..

Last is Jack and Geoff, more graceful than their counterparts and moving with far more purpose they reveal their faces in the centre of the room and, like a party trick, they instantly catch the whole room’s attention. Out of context, in ones and twos where they don’t belong, the members of the FAHC could be mistaken but no one in the country would fail to recognise Ramsey and Patillo, the kingpin and his right hand, rulers of the most well-known gang in the US. And here they stand, casually mingling at a high school reunion.

In the calm before the storm the crew gravitates back towards one another, can almost see the cogs turning around them, the lightbulbs flickering on in a slow ripple spreading out across the room, disbelief and the first hint of horror swirling together as people start unconsciously reaching for their phones. As Ryan slips back out and wanders over, the last still masked, always masked, the chatter seems to crescendo then crash into something still and almost silent as a room full of entitled trust-fund babies recognise their own terror.

Finally uncovered and flanked by his family Geoff’s grin creeps across his face, slow and violent and more confirmation than anyone needed as he lets the oppressive tension sit for a long moment, arms spreading out to his sides like a magician revealing a clever trick before he breaks the silence; Surprise motherfuckers.

Guns are pulled from jackets and from there it’s all running and screaming, no honour or courage, just a stampede for the exits to the sound of cackling laughter and the occasional aimless pot-shot. The Fake’s aren’t looking for lives, not worth the hassle really, and this job certainly has no monetary reward beyond the wallets Geoff’s filthy little thieves have no doubt absconded with, but the fear in the air is delightful and even the sound of incoming sirens can’t ruin the mood. If anything it only hypes them up further, all savage grins and ramping excitement as they make for doors, reloading their weapons and pumping themselves up for a whole new police force to terrorise, Geoff’s magnificent little miscreants.

On the way out they pass a wall of yearbook photos, blown up large and captioned with names and all the old superlative awards. Ryan stumbles to a halt and snorts, snatching one off the wall and tucking it into his jacket to take back to the penthouse, though not before flashing the Lads a glance at that all too recognisable face, sending them into peals of screeching laughter as they pour out into the night. Geoffrey Fink; Least likely to succeed. 

oh no no no no no god no I made a new YouTube channel with my actual email and set the name to fartgallery a few weeks ago and today I sent a paper from that email to my university email and apparently that’s the name that shows up???? Ive emailed so many people this month and had no idea. I’ve emailed PROFESSORS who know me personally and POTENTIAL GRAD SUPERVISORS who I was interested in working with. someone come to my room right now and snap my fucking neck

anonymous asked:

Hello! So I was at a party tonight, and this woman told me this great story about how she met her husband. She was the PR person for the local university. He was the sports editor for the local paper. He kept getting the school's mascot wrong in articles, and she would have to call him every time to correct it, growing increasingly frustrated every time. This was one of those moments when all I could think was LARRY AU, LARRY AU.

oh my god, thank you so much for sending me this message! It just made me so happy and I love it.  Like, I love these actually people you met and I love it as a larry au!!!!!! 

I feel like it works both ways so well for larry that I can’t even really pick one. example:

Louis as the university PR person, grumbling to Niall about the mistake the first time it happens.  Waving the sports sectionaround and stabbing a finger at the picture of their mascot at a basketball game.  “What the fuck!!! look at this photo of Ferdinand!?!!  Look at this caption!!! A hawk???? A hawk??” (they are the falcons) And then like, because in this version louis is immediately over-frustrated, instead of increasingly, he’d call up the paper in a big huff and then immediately be disarmed by Harry’s calm, deep voice and seal bark laugh once he finally got him on the phone.  Then he’d flirt-email him a link to an article about the differences between Hawks and Falcons as soon as he got off the phone, thrilling at his own daring as he did it! And after like the sixth time Harry got it wrong, they would go on a date and after they got married they’d always collected both stuffed hawks and stuffed falcons. 

oh my god how killer, because opposite way around, Harry the PR guy calling, he’d be immediately disarmed by Louis’s voice, too!!  Like all flustered, and then like he’d get blushy when louis teased him, but also tease back.  oh my god and then seven or eight calls in, Harry finally loses it and is like “you just don’t care about our sports teams because we’re not division one! Well, tough! you live in this city too, Louis, you should know our mascot is a turtledove by now god damn it!” and then louis would ask him out.  

i’m just smiling a lot.  like i can also imagine either of them as the sports editor, starting to get it wrong on purpose and feeling like “oh no, my journalistic integrity!” but also “i need to do this flirting very bad!!!!” 

okay sorry i rambled so much.   

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Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: say Yoongi gets up in the middle of the night cause he randomly got an idea for a song so he goes out to the living room to work on it. And his girl comes waddling out wearing his shirt and some cute frilly panties rubbing her eyes and whining like “Teddy~” and he’s all like “Teddy wtf” and she’s like “Cause you’re my teddy bear~ And I can’t sleep without my teddy bear~“ 

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In the middle of the dream you weren’t having something started to wake you up. You felt the bed shift but just assumed that your boyfriend had turned over in his sleep. You reach out to hold him closer but your arm lands on the empty bedside next to you. Your eyes start to open and of course, Yoongi’s missing. As you sit up you take notice of the bright light coming from the living room peaking out from the cracked bedroom door. When you open it you find him sitting on the couch with his laptop, typing away. Your steps cause him to look up at you.

“Teddy…” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes in front of him.

He tilts his head in confusion. He’s almost distracted by your cute attire but he tried to stay focused as he hears what you called him. Yoongi just assumed you were still half awake.

“Y/N maybe you should go back to bed-”

“No. I’m not sleeping if you aren’t. I need my teddy bear to sleep next to me.”

Yoongi’s face flushes with a pink undertone when he realizes your new nickname for him. 

“I wasn’t trying to wake you up. I just got an idea so I came out here to work.”

You reached your hand out to him.

“You can do it in our room…I just want you to be next to me.”

He nods, standing up with the laptop in one hand and using the other to hold yours as you lead him into the bedroom. He crawls back into bed, resting his back on the headboard with the laptop now in his lap. You got in next to him and rested your head next to him. Unable to fall asleep again you watched him type the words onto the document. You squinted since the screen was so bright but the more you read the words you started to notice something familiar. 

“….Is this song….about us?”

He shyly smiles. “It’s noticeable, huh?”

“I mean, to me it is but shouldn’t you write about something related to your fans or youth experiences?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I only write about things that are important to me and right now you’re the most important thing to me.”

You grew quiet.

“What is it?” He asked.

You reach for him once more. “I want to kiss you but i’m too tired to sit up again.”

“Now you sound like me.”  He laughed, leaning down to give you a light kiss. 

“Please try to go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up..”

You smiled. “I will but you better not think of leaving this bed again.”

“I won’t.” He said. focusing back on his writing.

“Promise?”

He let out another tired chuckle. “Yes, I promise.”

He continues to keep writing down all of his ideas, email them to Namjoon as well as the other lyricists at BigHit, and shuts down his laptop to set it down next to the bed. He tries to get comfortable in the bed, seeing you already fast asleep. Yoongi’s hand comes out to rest on your face, moving his thumb gently on your cheek. You winced, causing him to freeze. He was afraid he woke you up again but you just continued to lightly snore. He lets out a sigh of relief and kisses your forehead. He can finally rest for the night knowing your slight neediness for him that he found so adorable. He hoped you’d never get tired of being next to him because he planned to be there for quite a while.

cynicalmiles  asked:

hey do you have any advice for freshman? i start my freshman year next week and im incredibly nervous about going

Ahhhhh I’ll do my best but I’m also an incoming freshman, lol :3c Excuse the awkward formatting, I’m on mobile.

For me, I cope with my Anxiety by rationalizing to the point that my worries are abated. One way to do this is by over-preparing!!! I like to over-prepare because it helps me feel more in control of my situation. Here are some things to occupy your time with:

Start packing your clothes! My college is close to home, so I’ve been organizing my clothes by the season. That way, when I come home during a break/winter, I can easily switch out my clothes and bring weather appropriate attire. If you’re living far away from home, packing your clothes in advance makes it easier for your family to send it to you via mail!! (Better pray they don’t get lost though lol)

I really, really hope you’ve done your dorm shopping already lol. If you already have the essentials, maybe start thinking about the trinkets! The knickknacks. The crap you bring from home that drips with sentimental value. People always advise freshman to be out of their dorms as much as possible, but as someone who can be easily drained by social situations, it’s important to me that my dorm is a safe space. Also a comfortable one! Which is why I’m bringing lots and lots of pillows. I bought some dog pillows recently, they’re really cute!

I’d also email/text/chat with your roommate if you can! It’s an important thing to do because 1. You need to hash out who’s bringing the rug, and 2. First impressions, even ones online, are important! Also, it’s nice to talk to somebody before you’re even on campus. On that note, if there’s a group chat for your class, I’d try to join it. I’m not too active in mine, but it’s nice to pop in every once in a while. It’s a good way to get people to know your name :) Plus, you can find people who will live in the same dorm as you there! Nice.

If you have your class schedule for the first semester, then you know the names of your professors. If you’re feeling brave, email them and ask them to recommend some outside reading for the class or something like that. If the idea of emailing them makes you shit your pants, avoid talking to them directly and instead sleuth it up online! Google them! Go on ratemyprofessor and read the reviews! Analyze them for weaknesses. Just kidding! But no, seriously, figure them out as a teacher and plan accordingly.

I love school supplies shopping… I love the thrill of micromanaging every single purchase. Also the thrill of preparing for every sort of disaster, and then backup plans for that. Staples is my god. I find organization to be very relaxing! Especially because my executive functioning is shot to shit. Invest in a planner and also some sort of wall calendar that you can hang up so you see any upcoming consequences in real time instead of squirreled away in your book. Trust me, it’ll help. Also buy pens!! Especially sparkly ones. And mechanical pencils. I have a very big budget when it comes to back to school shopping.

BUY A FIRST AID KIT. They’re really fun to make, or you can drop some $$ and buy a pre-made one. Mine is $25 and weighs like ten pounds and has supplies for everything from a paper-cut to someone needing CPR! I love it.

Plan out what clubs you’re going to join! And it may be hard, but try to email the people in charge in advance!! In high school, I constantly missed the join dates for so many cool clubs… to circumvent this, email club presidents and ask for a calendar of all the meeting dates! Or ask them where their booth will be if your school is having a Join-A-Club day. Just make sure to get on the mailing list!!!!!!! Yes. Clubs are 1. A kickass way to spend time, 2. Looks great on a resume, 3. Opens the door to new opportunities like club promotions and other things, and 4. THE EASIEST WAY TO MAKE FRIENDS. For every douche in a club, there are like four overly nice upperclassmen who will gladly take you under their wing and mentor you to the point that it’s kind of overwhelming! So join clubs, but don’t overbalance yourself. College is a time to have fun, but also to learn!! Don’t waste your money on booze.

Hm……… I’m kind of tired so I may be forgetting some words of advice but here is a starter guide!!!!!! Good luck :3c

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GHOST RIDER - ROBBIE REYES Design Process by Felipe Smith and Tradd Moore (2013)

I’m often asked whether Felipe or I designed All-New Ghost Rider Robbie Reyes, and the answer is… we both did! Here are images chronicling our design process in order from start to finish.

I’ve included some never before seen sketches so you can see when elements were added, altered, jettisoned, embellished, etc.

Felipe ( @felipesmithart ) got the ball rolling with the first drawings of Robbie, then passed it to me. We emailed sketches and ideas back and forth (and back and forth) until we ended up with the final design. Easy, right? ;)

A huge amount of credit also goes to Marvel editor extraordinaire Mark Paniccia whose vision, direction, and feedback was integral to the design process–Robbie Reyes would not exist without him!

You can check out Robbie in the pages of ALL-NEW GHOST RIDER (2014), GHOST RACERS (2015), and in the upcoming series GHOST RIDER. Issue 1 is out THIS WEDNESDAY, November 30th!

-Tradd

CEO!Daniel [2]

[photo creds! another photo that wrecks me wow]

pt 2 bc everyone wanted one! might be a little short wow i thought it would be short but i kept on adding on to it SORRY

also i feel like this is kind of poorly written so i might edit it later? but anyways ENJOYY

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  • “i’m a what now?”
  • you stopped mid way playing with one of Daniel’s cats at your desk when he had just said something that seemed like bs out of the blue to you
  • he just kept on smiling brightly without saying a word 
  • “Kang Daniel i swear say it again I am practically deaf in the ear that you were talking to”
  • he got up from his desk 
  • actually 
  • he slid on his chair over to your desk because he was too lazy to get up from his chair 
  • “i’m saying that i want you to be the chief of operations, you have such great ideas i think you would be great for leading everyone else in that department we really need someone like you leading with your strong personality”
  • “hey just because i threatened you one time doesn’t mean i have a strong personality” 
  • “i mean you did kind of threaten me when i refused to let you pay at the last dinner we had together”
  • “DANIEL that wasn’t a korean bbq place that time though, it was a very expensive restaurant!” 

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Skipping Classes

Hannah Baker x Fem!Reader

Request: Hi could I request an imagine about Hannah x fem reader skipping school and having a really cute lazy day together!:)

A/N: Hi! This is purely fluff because Hannah deserves better! I hope you guys like it.  Also, any advice or suggestions is very much appreciated. Thank you for requesting guys!💕

y/n/n is Hannah’s nickname for you.

y/f/c is your fave color.

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Monday mornings were always unpleasant, it is the time when your sluggishness is at its peak. Getting started was always the hardest part after all. Today was your birthday and as much as you want to be vibrant, you just couldn’t with your sleep deprived state, which was thanks to your whimsical teacher. You had pulled an all-nighter the night before all because the teacher thought it was a clever idea to email in an assignment at the eleventh hour.

The bell rang indicating the end of the third period. Groggily, you walked the halls and thanked the people who greeted you. Reaching your locker, you heedlessly placed your books and got the ones that you’ll need for your afternoon class when suddenly soft hands covered your sight. It didn’t take you long to figure out who it was, so, you took the hands with yours and spun around to face your favorite brunette.

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Inktober 6/31 - Text

In conclusion I’m really good at my job and you should give me more money

Who uses cursive these days? Nav. Nav uses cursive.

Forgive Me Lord For I Have Sinned

Coran’s cutie mark is a gear with a flower around it….bc he’s Coran Coran the Gorgeous Man.

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Made with this thing called MLP Pony Creator by  Generalzoi, but I did some edits + the cutie marks