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Justice League Barry Allen Headcanons

-Barry has ADD and dyslexia making it hard for him to focus on a lot of things, when he became The Flash it only got worse

-he has a constant need for stimulation or he will be incredibly bored

-people say you can’t multi-task and retain all the information but everything that he’s watching he will remember

-that doesn’t mean he’s not prone to sensory overload, he actually hates walking around the city because of all the people and bright lights

-he’s not good at talking up people, having been socially isolated by his peers for most of his school life because of what happened to his mom

-Barry’s playlist is mostly K-Pop girl groups, his favorite at the moment being Sistar

-Rick and Morty is one of Barry’s favorite shows and he can quote any scene word for word

-he actually has a small hoard of Szechuan sauce that he’s been auctioning off online for money

-Bruce and the rest of the team do not get any of the references he’s makes

-Barry has been playing the viola since he was eight, he remembers his mom used to play it for him when he was little

-the reason he hates brunch so much is because every Sunday his mom and dad would take him out to IHOP for brunch and it became a bitter memory after his dad was sent to prison

-while he doesn’t like bugs he does like spiders, they’re what kill gross bugs

-he actually gets along with Aquaman the best, Barry even got him to watch Rick and Morty

-he’s Jewish which confuses Diana when she see’s him setting up a Christmas tree

-“Just celebrating the Christmas spirit. Don’t have to be Christian to celebrate the holiday.”

-he knows Bruce has pictures of him from middle school, back when he had braces and huge glasses and hopes nobody else ever sees them

anonymous asked:

So I saw some tweets about Blake's interview with Kix tv before I watched/listened to it. I was expecting something cutesy by the way people were gushing, but then I watched and wow, boy does Blake hate the city. It was nice that he said he's comfortable when Gwen is there in LA, but gosh. Plus, Gwen mentioning on Fallon that she tries to make him comfortable in LA. Idk, glad they've made it work so far but yeah, questions abound when The Voice is finally over with what happens.

He’s nearly always caveated his hatred of LA by explaining it’s the city of it all, and explaining there are positives too. Honestly, I get it and I don’t see it as a bad thing. He’s just more comfortable with certain environments. I grew up in the suburbs and even I can’t handle the middle of Sydney for more than a couple of days before feeling stifled, so… I LOVE how he talked about how comfortable and happy he is when Gwen’s there, actually. It was sweet. In terms of when The Voice ends, who knows. Depends on the kids’ ages at the time, too, I’d guess. I’m not overly worried, though - their relationship has clearly brought them all the contentment in the world and he’s not going to throw that away because he wants to spend a few extra weeks out in the woods… I’d also point out to him that there ARE areas of California - even not that far from LA, I’d guess? - which would probably be more fitting and comfortable for him. Ranches exist, lol. 

Beckham, German Shepherd (4 y/o), 17th & 5th Ave., New York, NY • “He hates the city. He won’t leave the house without his lion – it soothes him. He doesn’t need it when he’s in the country.”

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Billionaire Charter School Leader Says Black Politician Worse Than the KKK
The white supremacist violence in Charlottesville was the tragic result of the Republican Party’s racist politics, which have only intensified under Pres...

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A week ago, Daniel Loeb, the chairman of the board for New York City’s Success Academy Charter Schools network, accused New York State Senator Andrea Stewart-Cousins of being worse than the Ku Klux Klan:

“Hypocrites like Stewart-Cousins who pay fealty to powerful union thugs and bosses do more damage to people of color than anyone who has ever donned a hood.”

What had the African-American senator done wrong? Stewart-Cousins supports more transparency and accountability for charter schools, which are publicly funded but privately operated.

After my stint in the charter world, I have a lot of open contempt for billionaire charter managers who make money off of the farce that rich white people with their white savior “non-profit”organizations insist that they’re the only ones equipped to save black people from themselves.

Stop making money off of black poverty. Stop insisting that the black people who oppose you are too ignorant to know what’s for their own good.

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I love DC, it was my second home for my time spent in college and I hate how gentrified the city has become. Street performers are everywhere in the city. You’re in Chinatown lady, keep it pushing if you don’t like the sound.

yoongi scenario | ticket home

Originally posted by jeonbase

prompt: We fell asleep on the couch train seat together on accident

pairing: yoongi x reader

➸ requested by anon | 800 words | fluff


It’s been a long day.

Fighting your way through crowds of shoppers and tourists, catching ten minute breaks in cafes, getting lost down side streets that all look the same, and the only thing keeping you right being Yoongi’s hand threaded through yours, you are reminded exactly why you hate the city centre. It’s a relief to finally flop down on the train seat, the city lights receding behind you, and home speeding closer by the minute.

Beside you, Yoongi is warm and comforting. The train ride may be an hour, but you don’t mind the long wait to get back to familiarity, because he’s your own slice of happiness right here, in the middle of the bustling train, keeping you calm despite the child kicking the seat behind yours, the ticket inspector mumbling and the food cart coming around, vender repeatedly asking if anyone wants snacks for half price.

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New Jersey Gothic
  • Jerseyites don’t pump their own gas.  It’s illegal to.  You don’t know what would happen if you stepped out of your car at a gas station, and you don’t want to.
  • Fifteen years ago you honed your aim, proud of your ability to toss change into a toll basket while driving past it at 45 MPH on the Garden State Parkway.  Now they’ve consolidated and raised the tolls.  You get an EZPass so you can still outrun the thing lurking in the Cash Receipt lane.
  • The Parkway and the Turnpike stretch across the state like arteries.  You speed down them at 80 MPH, you are a blood cell in your red car.  You wonder where the heart is, but your exit comes before the beating becomes loud enough to drown out the sound of your horn as you flip off someone with a New York plate for cutting you off.
  • Not New York.  Not Philadelphia.  Proud to be New Jersey!” your radio declares.  You scoff.  As if they’re the only radio station in New Jersey.  You scan through the stations until you find another one from New Jersey.  “Not New York.  Not Philadelphia.  Proud to be New Jersey!” your radio declares.  You scoff.  As if they’re the only radio station in New Jersey.  You scan through the stations until you find another one from New Jersey.  “Not New York.  Not Philadelphia.  Proud to be New Jersey!” your radio declares.  You scoff … 
  • You drive up Route 18 and even though it’s the middle of the night, there’s traffic because there’s construction up ahead.  You sit there and inch forward.  Ten years go by.  The construction finally ends.  You can see your exit up ahead.  It’s closed due to construction.
  • “Why is New Jersey even called the Garden State?” they ask.  “It’s just a bunch of highways, landfills, and industrial complexes.”  They can’t see.  They’ll never see.  We won’t let them see.  We won’t let them take it from us.
  • Your friends from North Jersey say that you’re from South Jersey.  Your friends from South Jersey say that you’re from North Jersey.  The truth is that you don’t even exist.
  • Sometimes you like to sit out on your deck at night, listen to the crickets and the late-night traffic, and look up in the sky at the stars.  Tonight there’s more lights up in the sky, blinking and zooming across the constellations.  You sip your tea and smile.  Another exciting night for your friends in North Jersey.  You wonder which ones will survive this time.
  • You can’t imagine living in a state so big you need to get on a plane to fly across it.  New Jersey’s such a nice convenient size.  You could get in your car and start driving and be at the mountains in two hours.  Or New York City.  Or Philadelphia.  Or the beach or the woods or the mall or the amusement park.  Everything in New Jersey is two hours away.  Only the driving time while you’re conscious counts.
  • You have a love-hate relationship with New York City.  It’s so close and convenient and romantic.  But it also steals New Jersey’s tourists.  Its sports teams.  Its work force.  Your friends.  Your family.  Your pet cat.  Half of your wardrobe.  Your senses of accomplishment and modesty.  The memories of your childhood birthday parties.  You cling to the lawn outside of your significant other’s home, begging New York City not to steal it too.
  • Did you know that Frank Sinatra was from New Jersey?  Did you know that Meryl Streep is from New Jersey?  Jon Bon Jovi?  Jack Nicholson?  Kevin Smith?  George R.R. Martin?  Bruce Springsteen?  They’re heroes in New Jersey.  They escaped.  We know that they’ll return someday to save the rest of us from the things that live in the Cash Reciept lanes.
  • The Jersey Devil lives in the Pine Barrens, you tell all of your out-of-state friends.  They’ve never heard of it, of course.  They think that the New Jersey Devils are named after Satan (but then, they also think that the New Jersey Devils are just a hockey team).  You insist that if they just spent one night in South Jersey they would understand, just one night, come on, you insist.  You insist.  But no, they don’t believe you, they’re leaving and you panic because they don’t understand.  They don’t understand you’re just trying to save them.  The Pine Barrens are the only place it cannot go.
  • It’s almost that time of year again, time for the New Jersey Balloon Festival.  You can’t wait, all of those colorful hot air balloons, and the family-friendly activities, and the carnival food.  You have so much fun every year.  You can’t ever remember having actually gone, but.  It was fun.  Right?
  • New Jersey used to be one of the most popular vacation spots in the country.  But not anymore.  No one visits New Jersey anymore, they just drive through going somewhere else.  Sometimes they get off the Turnpike, though, by accident, end up on a highway they’ve never heard of, going south when the signs tell them they’re going north.  But no one ever visits New Jersey.
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Mystic Messenger Mafia AU

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Word Count: 1,473

[Violence/Murder]


     The small general store was quiet except for the sound of a young man’s broom sweeping across the floor and the faint echo of a radio playing from a backroom. The only customer was a tall man whom had been lurking a far aisle, his eyes scanning the various cans on the slightly dusty shelf while his left hand gripped his briefcase.

      The sweeping ceased at the sound of the bell above the door. The young man stood by the counter and watched as the man walked through the aisles, pausing to smile and handle random cans with a laugh. His finger swiped a shelf and he inspected the dust with a disappointed face. He wore an all black suit. A blood red kerchief was tied around his neck and his hat tipped on his head just enough to look sinister.

     “Go get your grandpa, kid,” he commanded and leaned an elbow on the shop counter while waiting, nodding once to the customer across the way.

     The boy dropped the broom and scrambled to the backroom to retrieve the old man. His slumped frame, followed closely by his grandson, walked slowly to the other side of the counter.

     “You don’t mind, right?” the man in black spoke it as more of a statement than a question. He reached over to a jar of suckers, unwrapping one and popping it in his mouth while flicking the wrapper onto the floor. “I’m very worried. I don’t see any money in your hands, and I gave you very clear instructions,” he explained.

     The old man’s face remained calm, but his grandson’s fists were balled at his sides. For a moment all three stood there staring at one another with only the faint but familiar jazz tune from the radio filling the space.

     “We are under the protection of Don V, we won’t be giving you any money,” the old man was stern, but he took an anxious breath to calm his nerves.

     The man in black pulled the candy from his mouth and let out a comical laugh for a moment, then his face became quite serious.

     “You’re making a big mistake, pops,” he pointed the sucker in the old mans face.

     “Hey! You can’t threaten my gran-“ the boy started, but the old man placed a hand on the boys shoulder to stop him from talking.

     “Whoah, whoah! Hey, it’s okay, kid…pops,” he nodded to them both, “I won’t be coming back. I get the message.”

     The man reached over to pinch and smack the boys cheek, then with a smirk he straightened the old mans collar and brushed off his apron before patting him on the chest.

     He tilted his hat to the customer before leaving. The man, after nodding back, set the briefcase on the shelf, making sure to click the lock before walking out empty-handed and entering the backseat of a black car that had been waiting for him.

     “What a fool,” the blonde woman driving said when she heard him close the door of the car.

     “Eh, place was a dump anyway,” the man in black said from the passengers seat with a sigh, “we’d never get any dough from that joint,” he sat back in the seat and lowered the hat over his eyes.

     “That’s not the point, Saeran,” she snapped, smacking the hat from his head before hitting the gas.

     “Hey, watch it,” he groaned and picked his hat back up, “I hate this city.”

     “Well, get over it. We’ll be running it, soon,” she replied.

     The man in the back turned to look out of the window as they drove away.

     “Should be any moment now,” he spoke, but neither of them in the front payed any mind to what he was saying.

     The explosion in the distance paired with the sound of shattering glass and rubble elicited screams from the people on the streets. They watched women, children, and men as they began to run in hopes of seeing what had happened.

     “Look at them, flocking like vultures to see the carnage,” Saeran hissed in disgust.

     “Let them look. I want them to see what happens when they don’t pay up,” she laughed.

     “Yeah, yeah. Can we stop somewhere? I’m fuckin’ starving, here,” he replied.



      “Christ,” Saeyoung’s face hardened as he heard the news.

     “Frank is waiting at the scene,” one of the soldiers explained before being waved off.

     He had been overseeing Jaehee’s team as they unloaded another shipment of bootleg into a warehouse. He leaned back on the car and pinched the bridge of his nose in silent thought and frustration.

     “Lucky, Kitty!” he called out, sounding harsher than intended.

     “Yes, boss?” Yoosung approached, winded but smiling, with you right beside him.

     “Frank’s waiting down by first street. Don’t ask questions, just go meet him. Report back to me right after, got that?” he ruffled Yoosung’s cap.

     “Got it!” he took off.

     You began to follow but Saeyoung tugged at your arm and pulled you back, causing you to stumble a bit on the pavement.

     “Lucky’s lucky, but, keep your eyes open…you’ll understand why when you get there. Be careful,” he warned.

     “I’m always careful,” you insisted.

     “Attagirl,” he let go, flashing a bit of a smile as you walked away.

     Yoosung had waited for you to catch up, and as you walked you wondered who Frank could be. And what was going on. You were both oddly quiet. Normally, you couldn’t get Yoosung to shut up. He still had that smile on his face, but the whole way there he only spoke to point out puddles, so you wouldn’t step in them.

     From far away, the damage seemed extensive. It only got worse as you approached, and anyone could see it was the work of a bomb. Aside from a few kids out to take a look at the wreckage, there weren’t many people in sight. Most had probably shut themselves at home in fear, you guessed.

     Down a nearby alley you saw the figure of a man in uniform waiting. His face became familiar the closer you got. His large belly, bulbous nose and reddish stubble on his face more apparent with the closing distance. You paused, your heart racing and your palms sweating. Frank…

     “Don’t worry! He’s on our payroll. That’s Lieutenant Frank,” Yoosung said when he noticed your hesitancy.

     You knew very well who it was. But did he know you? Would he recognize your face? You had always thought this son of a bitch was crooked. Damn, who else from the force would you come in contact with…this was way deeper than you had anticipated. You couldn’t wait to expose him for the scum he was.

     “Lucky! My boy, how’s the family?” he asked in a chipper tone.

     “Mom’s doing a little better. She actually got out of bed yesterday, started pointing out all the things that needed cleaning,” Yoosung smiled.

     “I bet your old man loved that,” he laughed, “glad to hear it. And…you seem familiar? When did we meet? I can’t quite remember your name,” his eyes narrowed in on you.

     “I’m going to go ask around, see if anyone saw anything,” you said through a lump in your throat before running off.

      You were careful of the glass that littered the street. It looked like they hadn’t been able to clean everything up yet. You kicked a few pieces of brick and wood shards, your heart sinking as you peeked into the empty space to survey the damage. It was littered with burned and exploded cans, a remnant of a broom close to your feet.

     “Hey, you,” you grabbed a young boy by the collar as he came running passed you, “did you see what happened here?”

     “Well, there was a car and-“

     “Louie!” a window flew open a few stories up on an adjacent building and cut him off, “come home, now!” she waved her rag in anger at him as she scolded.

      The boy ran home without another word and Yoosung appeared only a moment later, his face was white and his smile non-existent. For a moment you held your breath, waiting for him to say something. Say that he knew all about you, that he was going to tell the Mad Hatter.

     “What is it, Yoosung?” you tried to hide the quiver in your tone, “what did he say?”

     “He said they don’t know much about what happened. Everyone around here is too scared to talk. And…” he trailed off.

     “And what?” you pressed him.

     “Well. He doesn’t know who the guy is, but he says he is pretty sure. It’s really hushed over there and he is trying to find out more. He says…someone from the police force has worked their way into the family. He says we have a rat.”

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Photoset for @jadedbirch ‘s Terra Pacifica, with surfing Pacifica!Flint and hipster!Silver. 

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In this fucking city, when God gives you a parking spot, you park and say “Thank you.”

Everything you wanted to know about the Jaden Smith anime

-A Toblerone is used as a symbol of romantic affection.

-I’m serious. It’s a recurring theme.

-Someone also uses a giant Toblerone as a weapon. Like they smack someone over the head with it and knock them out.

-The protagonist (Kaz) is so extra he has a grave pre-marked for himself for when he dies in the future and will lie down on it when he’s sad.

-There are demons. This guy’s job is being an exorcist. But it’s not about the demons. They’re important, but it’s also a slice-of-life/quirky romantic comedy-ish/harem/family drama/political drama story? It literally cannot be put into a genre.

-There is also a “Bacherlor Board.” It ranks the single wealthy men of the city according to their mass appeal and how appealing of a partner they would be according to public opinion, fashion choices, and social/sports/career standing. It’s really stupid. This forms the crux of the show. I’m not kidding.

-Midnight blue vs black as a color scheme is literally used as a plot point.

-A girl becoming obsessed with tearing down anything remotely capitalist and never leaving her room after being possessed by a demon is also a plot point.

-Trying to find a demon sympathizer, assuming it’s a weird gay musician who wears black draping clothing all the time, only to find out he’s just visiting his DJ boyfriend who specialized in “Gregorian [Chant] House” music-also a plot point.

-There is a robot mecha butler named Charles with a British accent. Its existence is never explained. Charles is piloted by a boisterous old woman named Sadie (who the protagonist-and the audience) don’t know until several episodes in is actually the one in charge of Charles. The mechanics of this are also never explained.

-The “archnemesis” character is named “Archangelo.” I’m not kidding.

-Archangelo tries to make up with Kaz after the Bachelor Board is destroyed, making their rivalry meaningless. When Kaz later asks for his help, Archangelo accepts in exchange for Kaz calling Archangelo his “homie.”

-A hospital gown and head bandages are used as a fashion statement.

-It’s in New York but the future and part of the city is functionally underwater???

-But Russia is, apparently, still the Soviet Union and is 100% functionally communist.

-The plot makes no sense. And no one talks like this in real life.

-Very terrible Russian accents. As in, offensively terrible.

-There are some really great lines. Including gems such as, “I see you BITCH; you’re wearing black against a midnight blue sky and you’re sparkling,” “I do like you, but I hate this city more,” “I can’t handle the hellish vortex between breakfast and dinner,” “Do you live [in this suit shop because I see you all the time]?” “I wish I lived here.” “Me too,” “Sorry I’m disgracing the family name, but I’m depressed,” “I don’t hate you; I just wish you weren’t such a lapdog of the bourgeoisie,” “Good thing I brought my vape,” and “What in the name of Shakespeare’s ass is going on here?”

-Someone makes a Caprese martini. Yes like the salad. Complete with mozzarella ball in place of an olive.

-There is a really good discussion about gender and using women as mere chesspieces to further men’s goals when one of the male characters accidentally ends up in a female body. This is one of the few genuinely good things about the show.

-Kaz is obsessed with fashion. Which is fine. Give me more not-gay male characters obsessed with clothes. But he is unhealthily obsessed with fashion. To the point where he sees women not wanting to wear school uniforms as a nonsensical, unforgivable break from tradition that represents everything the school in question stands for. And constantly tries to make an ex-fashion blogger feel bad that she quit the fashion industry because she became tired of the superficial shit she had to deal with while she was there.

(-I’m not saying everyone in the fashion industry is superficial or terrible. But the point is she didn’t think it was for her anymore, and he thought that wasn’t a valid life choice.)

-There’s also a side story about a big international Grand Prix? There are so many side plots. But there’s somehow not really a plot at all. I don’t know how this anime is real.

-The best way I can describe it is that it’s basically a slightly watered-down abridged version of a pre-existing anime. Except the anime it’s abridging doesn’t exist. Rather than making an anime that someone else abridged, they just jumped straight into making an abridged series with no source material.

-I can’t say I don’t recommend watching it because it truly has to be seen to be believed. It’s not good. Not at all. But it’s definitely not un-enjoyable. My friends and I had an absolute riot watching this, plus there are only six episodes. But if you can’t handle cringe, this is not for you, because there is a lot of that. If you can stomach that, I guarantee you will be in for the ride of your fucking life.

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6/07/2017

For the anon who asked for a picture of all my books. Especially for you, I took all my books from my studio home so I could have them all together for once! (Shoutout to my mom who wanted to drive because I hate driving in a big city…) 

So here are - most - of my books. Around 15 books are missing (like The Secret History by Donna Tartt and The Myth of Sisyphus by Camus and some others) because some friends and family borrowed them. 

My collection is nowhere near complete of course, there are still so many books that I’d love to buy and read!!