hat turned

anyways ryan and sharpay’s dad constantly telling ryan to straighten his hat and ryan always turning it back when he’s not looking is a metaphor for his sexuality

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH Y'ALL!!!!!! !

ft. Georgi as the good supportive friend and also as the one who drove them there because no one trusts Viktor with a car anymore

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I’ve seen some people caption this scene as “Draw your Squad”
…So I made my own template-

While Reading Harry Potter And The Cursed Child...

I came to the part in the beginning with the sorting hat.

Does this mean he has legs of his own? If so then…

Oh no

I don’t think its fate thats making Rose tense

He puts himself on her head…

Is this how it works?

anonymous asked:

So you're saying that Demencia knocks Flug out. And when he comes to, he's probably tied down to his bed. He can't leave unless he meets Black Hat's demands and gets some sleep.

and yet

it was supposed to be swoon flug to sleep, not get elbowed in the face by flug

mate, do u ever think about how Iconic River Song was??

  • trashed her husbands ride so bad that the universe exploded
  • lurked around at her parent’s wedding for The Lolz
  • faked being surprised at shit for 100 years??
  • basically threatened 2 let the universe die if the doctor didn’t marry her??
  • one time she and the doctor had a fight that was so bad he went and lived with some otters for a month
  • shoots everything (including hats) and it turns the doctor on
  • poisoned a dude so she could sell him the antidote 
  • probably had sex with cleopatra???
  • went back in time and became her mum’s best friend so she could kill her future husband in the future
  • asked some sontarans if they were on a hens night 
  • jumped offed things such as a building and also the empty vacum of space so the doctor would catch her
  • hung out with her parents and husband and did really crazy shit before they knew who she was
  • made constant jokes about how much sex her and her husband have while she doin said crazy shit 
  • also when they finally knew who she was, she didn’t let up on the inuendos at all
  • hair that expanded like the universe 
  • even tho she constantly breaks out of prison, she always goes back 2 be polite 2 the guards 
  • became an archaeologist to stalk her man and get paid 4 it
  • had sex with the doctor for 24 years straight lmao A Legend 

ellitree  asked:

How do you find time to parent, work and fandom? I just had a baby in Jan and I haven't had time to *read* fic, much less write it!

Okay, so IMO the first year totally sucks!  And then–spoiler alert! - the second year also totally sucks!–which I personally found shocking because I thought, oh, it will get better, and then, no, it didn’t. And then there’s all sorts of despair that sets in. And you think, my god, nobody told me there was so much fucking manual labor in this, I did not go to school for for my whole fucking life and get all these degrees just to be carrying an enormous stroller with a kid in it down three flights of stairs, ow, my spine!  And I am covered in bruises! And then maybe you start to drink, you know, just a little, to deal with the colossal, colossal boredom of watching a small person lurch around from thing to thing because it is OMG SO DULL and yet you know for a goddamned fact that should you, say, look away for TEN SECONDS or try to read a page of writing they will KILL THEMSELVES and it will be your fault. (Ask me about how my son managed to hurt himself with a salad spinner.  No, don’t ask me. I still have PTSD.) Anyway you live like Alex in Clockwork Orange with toothpicks holding your eyes open, captive to the dullest show on earth. You will go on vacation and realize, no, this is not a vacation, this is just about watching the small person even more than usual because they are in new situations that can kill them, many of them now involving water. (Ask me about–no, don’t.) Your nerves are in shreds. And you think, wow, I will never get out of this and plus this child is getting heavy and still pooping himself, and I still have to lift them up onto the goddamned changing table. 

And then just when you’re about to give up, somewhere in the next year, between 2-3, they suddenly figure out the toileting thing and begin to say things like, “hey, can I have a bagel?” and honestly, from that point on it is more or less smooth sailing in my experience, at least comparatively. Once I wasn’t having to cart around formula and weird toddler meals and food and jars and diapers and wipes and all that stuff, fencing everything in, gates everywhere; once the kid could use the bathroom and ask for a bagel, it was like, okay, I can cope from this point on.  

Then there is what me and my friends call the five year facelift, because all of a sudden people go, “Hey, wow, you look great!”–because around year five they suddenly go to school for a big chunk of the day. And suddenly you can take a real shower and get your hair done and go to the gym and wear a shirt that’s not covered in baby spit and/or that you haven’t slept in, and your skin clears up.  

Your mileage may of course vary! I am told that many people really like small children and prize the early years, blah blah, baby smell. I am not one of those people. Things are to me infinitely better now that my son is a young hedonist with a sophisticated palate who shares my love of travel, who I am teaching to play cards with me as the mark of a civilized person, and who I am waiting to be old enough to bar-tend and clip for me from the London Review of Books.

Vis a vis work, I was pretty tired and there is a 2-3 year publishing gap on my CV, where I made a person, you know?  I missed deadlines for the first and only time in my life, which made me feel horrible. Vis a vis fandom, I now and then go back and read my Sherlock stories, which were the ones written during those years, and I am surprised to find that they’re quite good, considering that in my memory I clawed them out of my eyeballs word by agonizing word while screaming. The writing came back, though, like it did after I quit smoking (the other time I thought, yeah, I’m done - but I wasn’t done then either.)

I’m sorry, what was the question?

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the beginning and end of my everything, the ones who give me strength to keep going — here’s to forever.

yaitzagod  asked:

I hope dr.flug recover his flesh and his bag.

Flug stares at Black Hat, before standing up and giving him his coat and walking towards the door. Before he leaves, he turns around and looks his boss deep in the eye.

“Thank you, jefecito”

Little did Flug know, that after he left, Black Hat turned to his desk, a small blush and grin forming on his face.

PART 1

PART 2

EDIT: so i posted this without the content the first time???

I recieved quite a few asks, mostly if Flug’s going to be okay. So here’s your answer

Being Jack Sparrow’s first love would include...

Originally posted by idealinchimeras

requested by anon

  • him never leaving you.
  • you accepting him as a pirate and joining him on his adventures.
  • him making you the first mate of the ship.
  • lots of dead bodies if someone disrespected you.
  • stargazing together.
  • you often wearing his clothes, but especially the hat.
  • him being soo turned on with that.
  • being the most badass couple in the whole sea world.
  • him always kissing you hard in front of the crew, so everyone knows you are his.
  • him always kissing your neck when you try to leave the bed.
  • this trick never failing.
  • him making you his queen. Literally.
  • you never leaving him, even in the darkest times.
  • training together.
  • furious fights.
  • hungry, angry sex after that.
  • you being famous for your love story.
  • saving his ass, multiple times.
  • having the most strong connection.
  • his compass always pointing at you.
  • you being his most valuable treasure.

OMG I COULD WRITE THIS ALL DAY

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more HPCC WIP sketches I did recently!

I want to finish these in time for all the ‘Thank you Cursed Child’ compilation projects going round for the cast change this May, but who knows whether I’ll be able to… *lies down*

Funny headcanon:

Dr.Flug: *working*

Black Hat:*slams door* WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH?!

Dr.Flug.:??? Sir?! What are you talking about?!

Black Hat:*angry laughter* W-WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT? W-W-WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT. I.AM.ASKING.YOU.WHO IS THIS BITCH ‘MAMI’ YOU WERE TALKING TO! *shoves phone in Flugs face*

Dr,Flug:…

Black Hat: How dare you?! *sobbing * I gave you my everything! I gave you my heart! AND THIS IS HOW YOU’RE GONNA REPAY ME?!

Dr.Flug. :…Black,that is my mother.

Black Hat…

Dr.Flug….

Black Hat: *coughs awkwardly * *shocked *…tch…for real?

7 Minutes || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by juptern

word count : 1,225

pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

warnings : make-outs, cursing, hating each other.

summary : You are friend with Betty and Veronica and they invited you to this party so of course you say yes. you didn’t know you’d end up playing seven minutes in heaven and be stuck in there with someone you hate; Jughead Jones.


     Betty and you had been best friends since you were babies. You were lucky enough to occupy the house right next to hers so you spent countless hours with each other growing up. When Veronica came to Riverdale, the two of you welcomed her with open arms. Of course when Veronica and Betty were fighting you took a neutral stance, or as neutral as you possibly could. You were happy to know when they made up, at least for the most part. Veronica was even throwing some party to finalize it; which is a bit weird but you were just going with it; who could say no to a good party?

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