how this is just the tip of the iceberg

Fact: Pride month isn’t just for those of us who can be out. It’s also for the ones who are questioning, the ones who are scared, the ones who are struggling to accept their identity or aren’t sure about labels. It’s for those of us who are closeted for now and those of us who are trying to figure out how to come out and those never coming out. The out community is just the tip of the iceberg, and Pride is for all of us. You don’t have to be out to be proud.

Langst Prompts

Thought I should do a few of these since I keep staying up at night thinking about them. (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

-Lance is sick. He doesn’t want to admit he’s coming down with anything. Lance and Keith get into another argument. Lance, in his sick state of mind, pushes a little too far. Keith challenges him to a match and before anyone can intervene, Lance is harshly thrown to the floor for the training deck. Keith is in the middle of claiming his victory when he notices Lance is /still/ on the floor. Queue panic.

-Lance gets corned by the galra. When he tries to signal for help, the galra shoot at the side of his helmet, effectively damaging Lance’s coms and inflicting injury. Through the pain, Lance still tries to get a signal through and hears his team, “Lanc- where are y- St-p fooli- around!” “W- need your he-p!” “He pro-ably -id some-ing stu-id agai-” Lance lays on the ground, watching as the galra descend upon him, and listening to the breaks in static as his team fights on. Without him.

-(modern college au) Its finals week. Lance has been pushing himself nonstop. He finally breaks down after returning home from a full day of exams. Keith and Hunk are Lance’s roommates and they now have to take care of a delirious Lance who thinks he failed and just wants his momma’s hugs.

-Lance gets a concussion on a mission. Thinking its his own fault for getting distracted, he doesn’t tell the team. Lance reasons with himself, /“its fine, its just a small headache anyway.”/ For the most part, everything goes fine. Lance wasn’t the only one to get hurt so he brushes off the pain in his head. /“Just a little longer. If I cant handle this then I shouldn’t be in this war.”/ Its not until the team is leaving that Lance’s condition escalates dramatically, resulting in shouts of concern from the team as Lance fights to stay awake inside Blue’s cockpit. The last thing he hears before passing out, “stay with me, buddy. Lance? Lance!”

-We all know Lance is homesick. But what happens when Pidge figures out how to make an accurate calendar of earth? Lance realizes just how much he’s missed. And even then, its only the tip of the iceberg. Lance’s little sister? Her birthday passed a week ago. His parents? Their anniversary was about a month ago. He missed his little brother’s first day of school. The team doesn’t notice Lance leaving the room. They dont see the tears falling from his wide eyes. They dont hear his door shut or his muffled sobs as he slides to the floor. Because Lance didn’t know it would hurt this bad. To realize you’ve been in space for almost a year. To realize that, next week, your family would be facing the first year anniversary of your disappearance.

-The team really needs a break. Although Allura would love to protest, even she has to know her limits. They stop on a planet that is known to be peaceful. There, they find the equivalent of a beach resort. Lance is ecstatic! He gets to see an ocean again, one that so closely resembles the one at home! Needless to say, he drags everyone into a beach party, one that everyone loves! As everyone is about ready to head back inside, Lance is still floating in the water. He watches as the team packs up their things and starts to swim his way back to shore. And then he notices. He’s not getting any closer to the shore. Lance begins to panic, calling out to the others. They dont hear him. He’s dragged farther and farther out, screaming for help, and disappears under the surface. /“why didnt they help me?”/ The team doesn’t notice until its too late. Or is it?

Young Justice fans, just because a character wasn’t in the small group they showed art for at comic-con doesn’t mean they’re not in the show. They aren’t going to be showing off every character in season 3 at comic-con, they’re saving stuff for the actual show. Keeping some surprises hidden.

No need to get worried about a fav not being in season 3. 26 episodes is a lot of time to feature a lot more characters. Remember how much this show packs into every episode, 14 characters is just the tip of the iceberg for Young Justice. We’ll be seeing a lot more characters in season 3.

I Never Planned on You: Tom Holland

tom holland x reader

A/N: I’m sorry, i feel like this was really crappy :-( this isn’t part of my broadway!tom series, it just happens to be v similar 

masterlist

requested: mrsdoradominguez-barnes:

Question can you do another Tom Holland imagine where the reader is on tour with newsies and lands a role on civil war so when filming wraps up in Georgia the civil war cast go and see the reader perform on newsies and Tom falls in love with her

Words: 2000+

Warnings: does poor character development count???

summary: your relationship with Tom only comes to light when he comes to see one of your performances on Broadway

let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list!

requests are open!


It had been a long journey to the big screen, and you couldn’t quite believe how lucky you’d been to make it this far.

It was stressful at first, the juggling of auditions and performances every night. It had been months of self-taping audition cuts between matinee and evening shows as your fellow cast members watched from behind the makeshift tripod, cheering you on silently.

The call came in late May. Someone from Marvel had finally seen all of the videos you’d been sending for the past three months and asked you to fly to Georgia for two days to screen test with some of the actors the film.

Your decision was an easy one; all you had to do was send in your two-weeks-in-advance notice stating that you’d be gone for three days at the most, and then you found yourself in Atlanta, caught in a whirlwind of new people to meet and new lines to read.

That was the beginning of the end, you supposed. You used to just be the girl who ended up on Broadway, performing for nearly-full houses eight times a week, which you weren’t complaining about, but if you were being completely honest with yourself, you couldn’t imagine was the end of the line for you.

You had barely touched back down in JFK two days later when they called you again to let you know that you’d gotten the part, and can you start next week? And of course you said yes. How could you not? It was a minor role, but it was just the tip of the iceberg that was your future. In a span of a few short days, you had gone from the small town girl on a big city stage to a small town girl who’d soon grace movie screens across the globe.

The hard part was leaving your home behind. You’d lived in New York for four years; your parents had moved the family up to the city when you were fifteen and had booked your first show on Broadway. You spent most of your teen years busy with never-ending rehearsals and homeschooling in between.

When the show closed only months after its opening, you were fortunate enough to already have something else lined up, and from then on, you spent your time building quite an impressive resume. Four Broadway shows and three Off-Broadway were definitely worth noting, especially at your age.

When you were eighteen, desperate to feel a sense of independence, you went on the hunt for a new apartment and a couple of roommates. From there, you found Anna and Sam, two of the sweetest, most supportive girls you’d ever met, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have them in your life.

Six months ago, you booked the role of Katherine Plumber in Newsies, your first lead role, and it had, thus far, been the best six months of your life. You loved your co-workers, and you loved that you were able to do what you loved eight times a week.

That was why leaving was so hard. It was only two months, tops, but it would be two long months without the people you loved most in a city where you knew nobody, doing something you had never done before.

You had quite the send-off, though. Anna and Sam, along with your wonderful parents, surprised you with a party full of everyone you loved, which meant the little rooftop garden on top of your building was full of cast members, crew, close friends, and your immediate family, including your brother who’d come back from teaching in Korea just to celebrate you.

You complained at first, said it was too much for a two month endeavor, but everyone insisted that it was a momentous occasion (though you knew Sam would’ve made any excuse to use the rooftop garden for a party). The night ended with teary eyes and long, tight hugs all the way around and strict instructions from your show’s producer to come back home whenever you missed Katherine too much.

The next day, your roommates and your family accompanied you to the airport, all getting out to say goodbye and wish you luck on your new adventures.

“So. This is it then, huh kiddo?” your brother asked, smiling softly as he wrapped an arm around you.

“Guess so. I still can’t believe this is happening. I feel like my life is actually about to start,” you mused, leaning into his body.

“You know we’re so, so proud of you, don’t you, sweetie?” your mom asked with a watery smile.


“Aw, mom! You’re gonna make me start crying again,” you pouted teasingly.

“She’s right, Y/N. We can’t wait to see where this movie takes you. We’ve always knew you would go so far,” your dad smiled, reaching over to rub your shoulder.

“Thanks, guys. It’s just gonna be so weird being away from home for so long. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you guys.”

“You’re gonna go be a star, just like we always knew you were, alright Y/N? We’re sad that you’re leaving, but it’s only two months! We’re all just a phone call away, and you know you can always come home when you need us,” Anna grinned, pulling you to her and into a hug.

“I love you guys,” you mumbled into her sweatshirt.

“We love you too, Y/N. Now get out of here or you’ll miss your flight!” Sam giggled, hugging you when Anna released you from her tight grip.

You hugged the rest of your family with one last goodbye, then turned to security, getting in line before turning back around to send one more teary wave back to your family.

When you arrived in Atlanta, you were catapulted straight into shooting and nonstop work that you barely had any time to think about how much you missed home. In the rare moments that you did, though, you found solace in your young costar, Tom Holland.

You knew he was like you, that he’d started in the show business at a much younger age than you, and therefore he’d know what it was like to have a spotlight on you at all times. He also knew how hard it was to be away from home. He was from England, much farther than Manhattan, and you had to wonder how he was able to cope with being so far away from his family for so long.

He was good at taking your mind off of the matters that plagued your thoughts, like whether or not everyone was missing you, or how your replacement was doing in Newsies so far, or if your brother was alright, all by himself in Korea. With a quick wit and a natural inclination for humor, he was your beacon of light through your stressful times.

You’d finished filming much earlier than him; his role was a bit bigger than yours- who knew Spider-Man would be such an integral part to the story!- so he had another few weeks before he was done, and then the filmed bits would be off to be put together into a coherent story.

He’d gone to see you off at the airport the morning after you’d finished filming, sending you off with a big hug and a promise to come visit before he had to go back to London.

It was three months after you’d gotten back You were twenty now, and back at Newsies, playing the role you loved and missed so much. Backstage was chaotic, as it usually was at half hour, but you sat in your cozy dressing room, the eye of the hurricane, listening to Bing Crosby croon from the speakers of your vintage turntable as you prepared for the show.

You were always one to prepare early; you firmly believed that the earlier you got in costume, the more time you’d have to get in character. You breathed deeply, your essential oil diffuser letting out puffs of lavender-scented mist as you leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes for a moment of deep relaxation, one of the last moments you’d get before your fellow cast members started flocking to your room for last minute snacks or lozenges or cups of tea before the show began.

When the show began thirty minutes later, you got lost in the magic of the show, for once not worrying about what the audience thought of you. The stage lights did a great job of blocking the house from view, anyway. It wasn’t until intermission that you learned exactly who was sitting in the front row that night.

“Hey, did you see your friend out there?” Ben, one of the younger guys, asked, taking a long pull from his water bottle.

“Huh? Which friend?” you asked, distracted. You were trying to get the pin right on your skirt so it would hold the bottom up during your upcoming tap number.

“Oh yeah, that guy! The one you were filming with when you left us earlier this year,” Sky explained, stretching his leg out above his head.

“What? Who is it?” you asked, interest piqued. It could’ve been any number of  people; even though Tom was the one you tended to gravitate towards during the shoot, you’d made friends with most of the people in the cast.

“I dunno, I just know that I saw him in the trailer for the movie,” Ben shrugged, setting his water back down on your coffee table. “Anyway, they’re about to call places, so let’s go.”

You grinned triumphantly at the fixed pin, but your mind ran with ideas of who could be in the audience. You were hoping it was Tom. He had promised he’d come see the show, after all.

You made it through the rest of the show with hardly any bumps, putting a little more pep in your step now that you knew there was someone special to impress in the audience. And if imagining Tom was the one sitting in the front row impacted your performance at all, nobody had to know. .

You were back in your dressing room letting your hair out of its pin curls when you heard a quick rap on your door.

“Come in!” you called through the bobby pins in your mouth.

“Hey there, love,” a sweet, English accent spoke from over your shoulder. You whipped around, forgetting all about your hair that was half curling wildly, and half still contained under a dozen more bobby pins.

“I was told someone I knew was here. If only you’d told me, I would’ve tapped a little harder for you,” you grinned, standing to give Tom a hug.

“You were fantastic, Y/N. Honestly. I  had no idea you could dance like that. And your voice! My God, woman! Where were you hiding that all this time?” he laughed, pulling you off the ground to spin you around.

“Thank you, Tom. Seriously, I really appreciate you coming to see the show.” Your grin hadn’t slipped off of your face for even a second as he held you in his arms.

“I told you I would, didn’t I?” he asked, squeezing you tightly.

“Yeah, I just thought you meant that as a courtesy, not that you’d actually fly to New York to come see me!” you exclaimed.

“Hey, who said I was here for you? Maybe I’m here to see your pal Ben chomp on a cigar for two and a half hours straight,” he joked, eyes shining.

“Mhm, you know you love me, Tom,” you smirked, punching his arm lightly.

“Yeah,” he whispered, brown eyes boring into yours.

“What?” you asked, grin faltering.

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated, bringing a hand up to cup your face. “Seriously, somewhere between our deep midnight talks and stupid pranks, I completely fell in love with you and I didn’t realize it until you left. I knew I had to come see you somehow and tell you how I feel, but they kept me in Atlanta longer than anticipated. As soon as I was finished, I booked the first flight here.”

You smiled, reaching up to grip the the hand on your cheek with your own. You sighed, leaning into Tom’s body heat.

“You know, you have know idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Holland,” you smiled, then leaned up to capture his lips with your own.


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anonymous asked:

do you know any good fics in which dean has to go through a LOT of emotional pain

bro okay so like….this is 90% of what I read ngl, so here’s a short list of stuff off the top of my head that I’ve either read A Lot or bookmarked recently

like moses and batman and james dean is the story of dean having intimacy issues in his later life because he prostituted himself when he was younger

homeward bound is one of my fave WIPs right now. it’s a HS au with an angsty twist I won’t give away, but it is currently working through dean’s mindset in the wake of his whole world falling apart so so brilliantly. And it’s updated regularly! As a matter of fact, go read everything by Englandwouldfall. Lots of gr8 dean angst and very skilled character writing, and i’m constantly lamenting that their stuff isn’t anywhere near appreciated enough.

living in agony is one of my all-time faves and HOOO boy it deals with dean working through being a poor closeted lil bab so so so so well. Let’s just say Living in Agony is a very apt title and unf that’s some Grade A angst.

kingdom come is another of my all-time faves, though it has been removed by the author, so this is a link to the epub on my google drive. it’s the story of PTSDean who’s pretty much lost everything trying to find his footing in the world again and it’s SO harsh and SO GOOD.

breath of all things is a no-brainer, in case you haven’t hit that one yet. AU in which dean is paralyzed in an accident that killed his father and experiences GREAT MENTAL TORMENT tryin to climb his way back outta that pit. so gooooood.

the whole violator/revelation series is pretty loaded with omega!dean abandonment issues, and it’s a jolly good time, like a great deal of moosefeels’ stuff is

i looooove the supernatural edification of dean winchester, it’s such an amazing concept with a cool execution, but fair warning, it’s pretty much abandoned. it’s an au wherein dean is a spiritual medium kind of ala the sixth sense, and it leaves him super isolated and Tortured and Suffering.

and just because this is an LJ-era fic and I never see it recced anywhere but I think of it often, here’s a fuckin ff.net link to one of my fave pre-cas (HET!!!) series the drive!verse, available there in several stories, starting with drive all night. it’s basically early series dean coping with abandonment, chronic pain, and a permanent injury. spoilers: he doesn’t do it well. bonus caretaker!sam angst. 

anonymous asked:

Serious question. Do you ship them in a "they are so cute together, you can see how much they love each other" or "there is tension between them, I hope they fuck their brains out when everyone is asleep" kind of way?

Well there is cuteness

Originally posted by jkisart

And there is tension

Originally posted by missbaptan

I live for these moments they share on stage

Originally posted by sunnylattae

And more for the ones behind it (THANK GOD for the DVDs and Bombs)

Originally posted by sunnylattae

These genuine smiles they get when they interact 

Originally posted by jiminiemini

Or when time stops and their eyes meet and lock

Originally posted by bts-is-best-bias

When a small gesture makes my heart feel warm

Originally posted by mimibtsghost

Another one makes it skip a beat (or just stop)

Originally posted by kookmint

So close…

Originally posted by kookieminnies

So caring … 

Originally posted by harunyany

So playful …

Originally posted by yahjiminie

So rude …

Originally posted by jimchimmie

And this is just the tip of the iceberg for this ship. How can I choose between two extremities? Can’t I just enjoy every moment they share? I don’t have to decide either they kiss or f#ck. I am just here holding popcorn and an oxygen mask to enjoy and try to survive the ride. If my ship sails it’s heaven if they don’t well I died and went there a couple times so it’s all good ^^ 

` FANGIRL  BRAINBOW ROWELL  PROMPTS.

❛ You can’t take back texts. ❜
❛ You don’t push through every moment. ❜
❛ You pay attention. You take everything in. ❜
❛ I like your glasses. ❜
❛ I like that you don’t smile at everyone. ❜
❛ I choose you over everyone. ❜
❛ You don’t have any friends. ❜
❛ I object to every single thing you just said. ❜
❛ Internet friends don’t count. ❜
❛ I’m just really active in the fandom. ❜
❛ What the fuck is ‘the fandom’? ❜
❛ You flirt with everything. ❜
❛ Don’t make me angry-kiss you. ❜
❛ Maybe we should go on lots of double dates. ❜
❛ What’s wrong with Starbucks? ❜
❛ Don’t argue with me. You’re beautiful. ❜
❛ I can’t even go nine hours without seeing you. ❜
❛ I spent four months trying to kiss you. ❜
❛ All I want now is to make it right, to make you see how sorry I am. ❜
❛ I just want to know - are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off? ❜
❛ There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. ❜
❛ Why were people always going on and on about the heart? ❜
❛ I don’t want to kiss a stranger. ❜
❛ I don’t like the idea of lips out of context. ❜
❛ I didn’t want to like him/her back. I tried to be mean to him/her. ❜
❛ I thought you were just mean. I liked that about you. ❜
❛ Will you warn me when you take off your glasses? ❜
❛ I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. ❜
❛ Just… isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? ❜
❛ I’m a complete disaster. ❜
❛ I’m not really a book person. ❜
❛ That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said to me. ❜
❛ How do you not like the Internet? ❜
❛ Have you been watching me sleep? ❜
❛ I feel sorry for you, and I’m going to be your friend. ❜
❛ I’m sorry you ruined it by being so pathetic. ❜
❛ I like that we’re not friends. ❜
❛ You give away nice like it doesn’t cost you anything. ❜
❛ You’ve got your shit together, you’re not scared of anything. ❜
❛ I’m scared of everything. And I’m crazy. ❜
❛ I only ever let people see the tip of my crazy iceberg. ❜
❛ You know that I’m falling in love with you, right? ❜
❛ I don’t just kiss people. Kisses aren’t… just with me. ❜
❛ My plan is to do things that make you want to hang out with me again tomorrow. ❜
❛ There are other people on the Internet. It’s awesome. ❜
❛ I’m the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight. ❜
❛ The ultimate act of heroism shouldn’t be death. ❜
❛ Isn’t the best revenge supposed to be a life well-lived? ❜
❛ The punk-rock way to end it would be to let them live happily ever after. ❜
❛ Drinking tequila is more about the journey than the destination. ❜
❛ You’re wearing at least four different kinds of sweater. ❜
❛ It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you. ❜
❛ You’re not a book person, and now you’re not an Internet person? ❜
❛ You shouldn’t reward me for endangering your life, you know. ❜
❛ That just shows how much you need new people.… ❜
❛ You’re working on your final project? ❜
❛ How many people make a career out of writing anyway? ❜
❛ You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out. ❜

4

So there’s this skele at our school and the students love to dress it up and pose…….and I’m just really mesmerized by their inventiveness. And by fact that the skele didn’t fall apart yet IT WAS FRICKEN EXPENSIVE HOW DARE U DO THIS WITH IT AND MAKE IT LOOK SO GREAT.

Stiles listens to his dad ask him the same question that comes up way too often, and gets lost counting the dark flecks that scatter across the white expanse of the all-too-familiar hospital ceiling. Here again, and ‘He’ll be fine,’ the doctor says.

His dad wants to hear it from Stiles’ lips, though. Is he okay?

Is he really okay?

His answer doesn’t come as easily as it used to, no quip or snap back like it’s easy come easy go. The feckless lie sticks in the back of his throat, burning away like a hot coal choking the life out of him.

I’m fine.

He’s said it more than a million times, and no super-hearing anybody has heard his heart skip a single beat. Or maybe they did, but that thought doesn’t make it any easier, because that means they’ve ignored it a million times, too. And it should be easy, he’s brilliant at lying straight to his father’s face these days. Stiles knows how to twist a definition to make it true, how to believe in nothing and make it something.

He’s fine.

Molehills out of mountains.
Tip of the iceberg.

Shrink it down until it’s just an ember, a single flicker of pain low in his chest. It burns enough to remind him that it’s there, but cool enough for him to force the words out.

He stops counting the tiny holes in the ceiling, and plasters a bright, brilliant lie across his face.

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catnamedjones  asked:

In regards to Muraganda and a vanilla creature theme, sets tend to have only 15 or so cards with any given keyword ability with a few extra cards to support that ability. So, for Muraganda, you make 15 vanilla creatures or so, sets usually have about 5 so you're only increasing it by 10, put 5 more cards that care about vanilla creatures like Petroglyphs, and flesh out the rest of the set with 2 or 3 other mechanics. So for about 20 cards out of 264, not sure what the problem is.

Let’s walk through this. I’m going to talk about this as a limited theme because it’s easier to show the problem.

Players play roughly sixteen creatures and seven spells which means fifteen creatures in the set would have to push heavily towards common to get the as-fan up.

Usually we concentrate a theme in certain colors because it allows us to make less cards of the theme, but vanilla creatures serve a general purpose and need to be in all colors.

We could just push the theme in certain colors and have other colors have the normal amount of vanilla creatures but we’re creating a trap for players unaware of the full content of the set. We don’t usually put one Goblin in an off-color if we have a Goblin tribal theme, for example.

That means fifteen might not be enough and already we’re above the level of vanillas in core sets. We have bigger problems to fry though.

What cards are you going to enhance vanilla creatures with? Creatures? That would make them not vanilla and eat into your viable creature space.

Let’s assume you make them noncreatures. That’s a smaller pool and you still need things like creature removal and other utility cards (card drawing, other permanent removal, counterspells and such).

Let’s say we work all that out. What is the play experience? If you don’t draw the cards that care, you’re playing a game with mostly vanilla creatures. It’s a bit monotonous and is missing important things like evasion to keep games from stalling.

Making you care about a tribe can be fun because we can make a bunch of cool individually evocative cards in that tribe that play fun even if you don’t draw the tribal cards. That’s very hard to do with vanilla creatures.

I’ve just hit the tip if the iceberg. There’s a limit, for example, to how many power points you want to put into vanilla creatures as they aren’t sexy.

And that in many words is why “vanilla matters” is tough to do.

That’s not saying we won’t ever find a way, but it is a lot harder than I think most fans of the idea understand.

Plotting by Characters

Anonymous asked: “So when I come up with a story, I usually come up with the characters first and it’s really hard to plot with those characters in mind, because that’s usually the reverse of what people do. Do you have any tips?”

Yes. Two words of advice - maybe one will stick - 1. You have to let bad things happen to good people. 2. Remind yourself that you don’t know what these characters are capable of. 

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Remember when people had those, like, boxes in their igloo and you could travel to the box dimension and on occasion you could find an orange puffle? And it was like this huge conspiracy?

All those YouTube videos. The YouTube conspiracies about how you tip the iceberg and what happens. And about hidden puffles you could get. The rainbow puffle. The pink lemonade puffle. I tried all that shit.

And those AMVs that were just penguins in different areas typing out the song lyrics. My favorite was this “dirty little secret” amv it was great.

Those ‘clans’ that would all dress the same so you could tell who was who. THAT TIME WHEN EVERYONE THOUGHT ROCKHOPPER WAS DEAD.. The weird phase where the puffle shop was an orphanage.. man, that website was great. Rest In Peace, Club Penguin……

The greatest trick the internet played on itself was thinking it was subversive and unruly. But your average 4Chan post has all the forged renegade edge of bathroom graffiti in Tom Morello’s studio mansion. Take the most popular symbol of online rebellion: the Guy Fawkes mask.

Quick tip to any revolutionaries out there: If a side effect of your anti-establishment movement is that Warner Brothers makes a cool $600,000 in merchandise sales … you might want to rethink your approach. Because that’s absolutely what happened in 2011 when over 100,000 of these masks were being sold annually.

And this is just the tip of the jagged and ironic iceberg. Remember that Trollface meme? The one that was originally created to make fun of trolls? Well the guy behind that actually copyrighted it – and has since made an equally cool $100,000 in licensing fees and settlements. For as they are inorganic, unoriginal, and attention-desperate, memes are also extremely corporate. And to further expose that irony-berg, the swell of legal interest has to do with how lawlessly they were first conceived. You see… it turns out that you can’t just use an image you don’t own without there being some kind of judicial consequence. Especially when it’s of a person. Star Wars Kid, Scumbag Stacy, Good Girl Gina – these have all resulted in takedown requests, lawsuits, and ruined lives. Not to mention all the memes that originated from TV and movies.

To recap: Memes were created by a “free” internet using stolen pictures, those images became the subject of copyright and harassment lawsuits, and as a result the meme world became more corporately owned and mainstream. This led to the final nail in the coffin – for where there is money and sweet youth blood, there are inevitably politicians

Memes You Probably Helped Spread Are Secretly Propaganda

anonymous asked:

Both my mother and my uncle are Christians and I have grown up in the church my entire life, but I have found none of it convincing enough to consider Christianity myself I find it all to be a bunch of emotional nonsense, and while I don’t think there is anything wrong with people believing it, because I have seen how it comforts my mother, I just don’t see how there is any logic to it. My uncle told me that there is actually a lot of scientific and historical evidence to back Christianity up1/2

such as proof that some of the crazy stories that happened in the Bible actually happened and that Jesus was a real person, and did do all the things the Bible claimed he did. Can you back his claim up? 2/2

I would like to apologize if my earlier ask came off sounding rude, I have been told I can be a bit blunt and insensitive, I am merely curious and did not mean to sound rude when I said I found Christianity to be a bunch of emotional nonsense. I really am curious about the validity of Christianity.

No worries, friend! I am fully aware of how crazy Christianity sounds. People rising from the dead? Walking on water? Impenetrable cities falling because a bunch of people walked in circles? Trust me, I get how crazy Christianity sounds. I wouldn’t believe it without proof either.

First let’s start with what is the point of Christianity? Is it a feel-good religion? No, it’s not. If I simply wanted a place to feel good about myself, I would go over to the New Age movement or Hinduism. The Bible tells me I’m a sinner and I deserve to burn in eternal suffering for my actions. There’s not much to feel good about that there. Actually, the Bible tells me that even – or rather, especially – as a Christian I should expect trial and tribulation in this life. People die every day for their faith in Jesus. Does that sound like a feel-good religion? If that was all there was to Christianity, you had better believe I would want nothing to do with it.

So then what is the point of Christianity? The point is that I need God. The Bible proves to me that I am a depraved sinner. Romans 3:23 says, “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” I have broken God’s law. I have lied, I have stolen, I have hated (which God says is murder of the heart). God, as a just judge, cannot let wrongs go unpunished. A good judge wouldn’t let a lying, thieving, murderer go free without paying for their crimes, and no amount of good can change the fact that a crime has been committed. God is so perfect, that even the smallest offense cannot go unpunished. What I deserve, what we all deserve, is death which is eternity in Hell. Still depressing, I know. Keep tracking with me.

Because no amount of good works can save me, because I can’t earn my salvation, because I am destitute and dead in my sins, Jesus died to save me. He took my punishment, and died a horrible death on a cross so that I could have eternal life. I was a sinner, an enemy of God, but through Jesus’ sacrifice I can have a relationship with God. John 3:16 says, “ For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”

Now how do we know all of that is true? How do we know the Bible is true? I am so very glad you asked!

God says this, in Jeremiah 29:13, “And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart.” There is an overwhelming amount of evidence for the Bible if you look, and we’re going to take a look at just a few aspects of proof.

Did you know that the Bible is the most historically accurate ancient book we have? From the events that took place, to the people mentioned, to the duplication of manuscripts, and the corroboration of witnesses, the preservation of history that we have within the Bible exceeds every other source of ancient documentation by a landslide. And yes, Jesus was absolutely a real person!

I link to this video often, but I’m going to do it again because I really love it. It’s simple, yet brilliant. Definitely worth the watch. It’ll take you more step-by-step through how we know the Bible can be trusted on a historical level by comparing it to internal and external sources.

Now let’s talk about some crazy stories. One of my favorites is Jericho, the impenetrable city that the Israelites took when its walls fell down. Archeologists revealed some rather interesting anomalies when they excavated the great city. A few of the highlights include a single section of wall still standing (Rahab’s house was spared, according to the Bible), grain that was left (a valuable prize that would have normally been saved for use, but God told the Israelites to leave it behind), and the fact that the walls fell outward (in turn creating a ramp for the Israelites to ascend into the city). These are all things that, under normal circumstances, simply don’t add up from a historical and archeological perspective. You can read more about Jericho here.

We could talk about the flood for an awful long time, but I’ll just link you to this post where I’ve already began to expound on some of the geological and scientific evidence that supports the Bible (DID I MENTION DINOSAURS).

 Creation in general is just an AMAZING way we see God at work. Just the fact that you exist is a miracle. Your brain, your eyes, your heart, your lungs, your nervous system, your thoughts… none of which the complexity of such has ever been duplicated. You are a marvel. Did you know that the very glue that holds you together is shaped like a cross? Laminin is a microscopic building block essential to your being, it binds you together, and it looks like this:

Now, just for a moment imagine there is a God who loves you, who made you with the utmost care and attention. Who, before you were born, knew the colour of your eyes and the sound of your laugh, the shape of your hands and every one of your favorite foods. Then, God, who formed you, put His mark on you, His thumbprint, just to say, “This is my beautiful creation.”

You can call it coincidence, sure, but just how many times can you call something a coincidence? Eventually a pattern emerges. Little or big, things start adding up, and the more we explore the world we live in, the more we see that it points us right back to a divine Creator.

 These are just a few pieces of evidence, this is just the tip of the iceberg. There is SO much more to find if you look for it. Like the hundreds of prophesies Jesus fulfilled while he was alive, written centuries before His birth. Or the things written about in the Bible that modern science didn’t recognize until much, much later. I believe in God because everything I have ever seen brings me right back to Him. The Bible has proven itself to be authentic, excelling every test put to it. The world simply cannot provide answers like the Bible can, there is no substitute for the truth.

I swear I just…I know Yoosung and Saeran are BFFs.

Saeran stops Saeyoung from picking on Yoosung. And through Saeran, Yoosung helps to overcome his hate for V. He sees how upset Saeran is about Jihyun and he is like….wow, okay stop. Here are some good things about him.

It’s a parallel shift for Yoosung.

He sees how terrible Saeran thinks of V. How its a “tip of the iceberg phenomena” in a way and realizes he has been the same way. Saeran trusts Yoosung. SAERAN.TRUSTS.YOOSUNG. Yoosung is one of the only members who is non-threatening to him. He feels okay being around Yoosung. I bet he has made kimchi with Yoosung’s mom and Yoosung. I bet he has stayed there for long periods of time, maybe even fought Saeyoung in LOLOL and joined Yoosungs guild. Yoosung doesn’t ask too many questions. Together, they help each other heal. I love this, SO MUCH.

anonymous asked:

Also, if you wrote out everything Katara has ever wanted and planned to do, Aang has always been supportive. Emotionally present and supportive. Distracting her from bad feelings!

Uh … sure he has. Say, it’s time for a new Katara essay called:

The Tip of the Iceberg

It’s a well-known facet of Katara’s personality that she pretends everything is fine when it’s really not, even denying when things are wrong in order to play the role of the perfect sister, mother, and friend. But she is only human, and when the pressure gets to be too much, she blows up at everyone, even people who are trying to help.

A helpful diagram.

So let’s take a look at the times when those inner emotions rise to the surface and ask:

  1. Does Aαng recognize the underlying cause of her outburst?
  2. Does Aαng succeed in helping her with the underlying cause?
  3. If Aαng does not help her, who does?

Tip of the Iceberg #1: The Iceberg

Katara: You are the most sexist, immature, nut brained… Ugh, I’m embarrassed to be related to you! Ever since Mom died I’ve been doing all the work around camp while you’ve been off playing soldier!
Sokka: Uh… Katara?
Katara: I even wash all the clothes! Have you ever smelled your dirty socks? Let me tell you, NOT PLEASANT!
Sokka: Katara! Settle down!
Katara: No, that’s it. I’m done helping you. From now on, you’re on your own!

Katara blows up for the first time at Sokka because of the life she’s been leading up until now. She’s constrained by her circumstances and unable to develop her gift the way that she wants because the war has depleted and isolated the Southern Water Tribe.

But wait, is it even fair to bring Aαng into this incident? After all, Aαng is still in the iceberg at this point. To which I say: yes, it is fair to mention Aαng, because his not having been there for the past 100 years of war is a character flaw that he will struggle with throughout the show. In fact, the first thing Katara ever says about Aαng is:

“But when the world needed him most – he vanished.”

Still, once Aαng does show up, he offers to take Katara to the North Pole with him on Appa so that she can learn waterbending, too. So because he makes an effort to rectify this behavior, we’ll call it a wash.

Tip of the Iceberg #2: The Waterbending Scroll

Katara: Will you PLEASE shut your air hole! Believe it or not, your infinite wisdom gets a little old sometimes. Why don’t we just throw the scroll away since you’re so naturally gifted! 

Aαng is very considerate toward a Katara who is seething with jealousy in this episode. She has worked so hard to achieve the few moves she knows, only to see her “pupil” rush through them in a few humiliating minutes. I imagine it’s much like what Zuko would feel, watching a young Azula. She lashes out at Aαng, who recoils, but who quickly accepts her apology and even tells her it isn’t her fault later on, when they get captured. He encourages her by calling her a fellow waterbender and relying on her talents to help move the boat and make their escape. Katara apologizes again and all is well.

But …

There’s more to this outburst than simple jealousy. On Kyoshi Island, admiring fangirls attract Aαng’s attention very quickly, leaving Katara in the dust, but Katara doesn’t react so strongly about that. No, this is about Katara having the burden on her shoulders of being the only waterbender of her tribe. And unlike Aαng, she is not a master of her element. If Katara doesn’t learn these techniques, if Katara is not the best she can be, in Katara’s mind she is failing not only herself, but her people. So although Aαng helps with the symptoms of Katara’s feelings, that deep well of anger and longing for mastery is still there and is never addressed. This particular iceberg will continue to grow until it cracks open again.

Tip of the Iceberg #3: The Waterbending Master

Katara: No! No way am I apologizing to a sour old man like you! 
Aαng: Uh, Katara… 
KataraI’ll be outside – if you’re man enough to fight me! 
Aαng: I’m sure she didn’t mean that. 
Sokka: Yeah, I think she did. 

Again, Aαng does well by Katara as a friend when he discovers that Master Pakku won’t teach her because she’s a girl. He initially refuses to learn from Pakku if the latter won’t teach Katara, and then volunteers to tutor Katara himself, when Pakku’s not around.

But once their ploy is discovered and Katara is made to apologize, Aαng plays peacemaker in a way that glosses right over Iceberg Katara. First of all, when Pakku demands an apology from Katara, Aαng should have asked to be treated as equally guilty, since he was the one who was actually doing the teaching. Second, he should have pointed out that Pakku has no monopoly on Aαng’s culture, so he has no right to dictate who Aαng can and cannot teach waterbending to once he learns it. Third, Aαng tries to pretend that Katara doesn’t mean what she so obviously does. He is willing to downplay Katara’s righteous anger and ignore an injustice so the people around him stop being angry.

Aαng is just not seeing the big picture here. Katara is the last waterbender of the Southern Tribe; her cultural heritage of waterbending has been all but wiped out while the North did absolutely nothing. And now that the population of southern waterbenders has been reduced to 1 due in part to the North’s inaction, they are willing to let combat bending in the South die out just because they don’t want to teach a woman.

Remember in the “Northern Air Temple”, when Aαng wavered between angry and devastated at the cultural destruction that the Mechanist was wreaking on the temple? I’m surprised, as the last of his kind, that he didn’t take this challenge to Katara’s mastery more personally. But setting aside personal feelings, as the Avatar, it is Aαng’s job to protect the culture of a sovereign nation from being extinguished in order to maintain balance in the world. He had the authority to intervene on Katara’s behalf, and he should have.

Tip of the Iceberg #4: The Chase

Katara: How can you be so infuriating! 
Aαng: Should we… do something?
Sokka: Hey, I’m just enjoying the show.
Aαng: Okay, okay, you both need to calm down.
KataraBoth?  I’m completely calm!

Points to Aαng for at least trying to intervene here while Sokka does the equivalent of eating popcorn. There is a squabble that’s affecting group dynamics, and he gives it his best. But just like before, Aαng doesn’t get to the root of the problem; he just wants everyone to stop being angry so things can carry on the way they always have … even if the way things have been isn’t optimal.

Like it or not, there are problems with the current situation. Toph’s refusal to be part of the group activities is harmful to the GAαng as a unit, whatever she may think about being independent. And really, it should not have been left up to Katara to address this alone—but she knows that no one else will step up until she does. It’s a sign of Katara doing more than just pulling her own weight. As I’ve pointed out before, countless times in A:TLA we see her in the background doing some thankless chore so these kids have hole-free pants and hot meals every day. This is a major burden that’s on Katara’s shoulders continuously; she helps ease Aαng’s burden as the Avatar on multiple occasions, but sadly, Aαng never does the same for her.

Tip of the Iceberg #5: The Awakening

Hakoda: What’s wrong Katara? 
Katara: He left. 
Hakoda: What? 
Katara:  Aαng. He just took his glider and disappeared. He has this ridiculous notion that he has to save the world alone. That it’s all his responsibility. 
Hakoda: Maybe that’s his way of being brave. 
Katara: It’s not brave. It’s selfish and stupid. We could be helping him. And I know the world needs him, but doesn’t he know how much that we need him too? How could he just leave us behind? 

This time, Aαng does more than not resolve the underlying problem; he exacerbates and in some ways causes it. I did an essay before on Katara’s issues with abandonment; basically, losing her mother and her father to the war, albeit in different ways, leaves her very vulnerable to people running off on her. In “The Awakening”, Aαng shuts her out and flies away, still injured, and may very well have perished were it not for Avatar Roku. This worrying over her friend’s safety is the last thing Katara needs while she is still dealing with resentment over being left parentless for several of her formative years. Katara even knows that she’s being unfair to Hakoda in blaming him for leaving, but she’s simply unable to cope with the emotions she’s stored up inside while he was away. Aαng returns from his unsuccessful solo venture, but never makes it up to Katara or helps her with this longstanding issue.

Tip of the Iceberg #6: The Painted Lady

Sokka:  Did you even think this through? The army’s gonna blame the villagers. They’re headed there right now to get revenge. 
Katara: Well, what was I supposed to do? 
Sokka: Leave! Do nothing! 
Katara:  No. I will never, ever turn my back on people who need me.  I’m going down to the village, and I am gonna do whatever I can. 
Sokka: Wait. I’m coming too. 
Katara: I thought you didn’t want to help. 
Sokka: You need me, and I will never turn my back on you

Just like in “The Waterbending Master”, it’s all fun and games for Aαng when he’s helping Katara break the rules, but accepting responsibility? Not so much. He knows as well as Katara that Sokka, their plan guy, has a strict schedule that they are adhering to in the hopes of making it to the invasion point on time. When he finds out that Katara has been delaying their mission to help the people of the town, he volunteers to help—not help as in learning healing from Katara, but help as in blowing up a munitions factory. And at first, it’s nice that he thinks Katara is a superhero, but when they’re discovered, Aαng is quick to dodge the blame:

Sokka:  Katara, what you did put our whole mission in jeopardy. We’re leaving right now. (He turns to Aαng.) And how long did you know about this? 
Aαng: Hey, I just found out this morning. 

Yes, if by “just found out” you mean “was an enthusiastic participant in the deed most responsible for attracting the enemy’s attention”. In the dialogue that follows, he leaves Katara alone to defend herself, just like he did in “The Waterbending Master”.

But worst of all, the same thing is happening here that has happened in the last several outbursts: Aαng understands that Katara wants to do something in the moment, but there is no epiphany where he gets just why that is. Why is Katara so compelled to help everyone who needs it, regardless of far-off consequences? What is the underlying cause of her determination? Aαng never really finds out, so once again Katara’s overprotectiveness will rear its head a few episodes down the line.

Tip of the Iceberg #7: The Runaway

Katara: Fine! It’s a lie. But you’ve been so out of control lately, I knew something was up. I knew you were hiding something, and you were.  Don’t you walk away from me while I’m talking to you! 
Toph: Oh, really, Mom? Or what are you going to do? Send me to my room? 
Katara: I wish I could. 
Toph: Well, you can’t. Because you’re not my mom, and you’re not their mom. 
Katara: I never said I was! 
Toph: No, but you certainly act like it. You think it’s your job to boss everyone around, but it’s not. You’re just a regular kid like the rest of us, so stop acting like you can tell me what to do. I can do whatever I want! 

Katara and Toph are at each other’s throats again in an extension of the problem they had in “The Chase”. This time, Aαng doesn’t even do as much as he did there, where he told everyone to calm down. He doesn’t tell Katara how much he appreciates all she does for him; he doesn’t take Toph aside ask if she really thinks these schemes are a good idea. Katara is going overboard with her role as Team Mom, a role that she is paradoxically becoming fed up with. We learn in this episode that Katara has been taking on the burden of keeping her family together since she was just a little kid, and after all this time, she doesn’t know how to let go of it. But we don’t learn this from Aαng, and Aαng isn’t even around when we hear about it. And Katara mothers him just as much as anyone in this episode.

Tip of the Iceberg #8: The Western Air Temple

Katara:  You might have everyone else here buying your “transformation”. But you and I both know you’ve struggled with doing the right thing in the past.  So let me tell you something right now. You make one step backward, one slip-up, give me one reason to think you might hurt Aαng… and you won’t have to worry about your destiny anymore. Because I’ll make sure your destiny ends right then and there… permanently

Wait a minute … we can’t blame Aαng for not helping Katara with this one, can we? He wasn’t even in the room when she threatened Zuko! Anyway, it was Zuko who betrayed her trust at Ba Sing Se, and Zuko who has to earn her forgiveness, right?

Well, yes and no. Zuko siding with Azula against the GAαng in “The Crossroads of Destiny” was a black mark in Katara’s book that he had to make up for, all the more so because he had confided in her and made her believe he had changed. But remember, this is about how Aαng recognizes and responds to Katara’s moments of emotional turmoil. And the fact that she confronts Zuko in private after publicly going along with what Aαng wants is a red flag that she doesn’t want Aαng to see how huge the Katara Iceberg is.

Besides, let’s not forget just how obvious Katara’s anger at Zuko was to the entire GAαng. She sniped at him in public episode after episode—even “The Firebending Masters”, which barely featured her. There’s absolutely no way Aαng didn’t notice this, or how much Zuko’s presence was upsetting her. Did he do anything, even something small like help her with the chores? Did he try to talk to her or Zuko at all about what their problems were? Did he let Katara know that her feelings of betrayal were valid, and that he would help her understand what he saw in Zuko?

Maybe they shouldn’t have just kept flying over “The Great Divide”, because Aαng sure could have used those negotiation skills in this situation.

Tip of the Iceberg #9: The Southern Raiders

Katara: We’re going to find the man who took my Mother from me. 
Zuko: Sokka told me the story of what happened. I know who did it. And I know how to find him. 
Aαng: Umm… and what exactly do you think this would accomplish? 
Katara: I knew you wouldn’t understand.
Aαng: Wait, stop, I do understand. You’re feeling unbelievable pain and rage. How do you think I felt about the sandbenders when they stole Appa? How do you think I felt about the Fire Nation when I found out what happened to my people?
Zuko: She needs this, Aαng. This is about getting closure and justice. 
Aαng: I don’t think so. I think it’s about getting revenge. 
Katara: Fine! Maybe it is. Maybe that’s what I need. Maybe that’s what he deserves. 
Aαng: Katara, you sound like Jet. 
Katara: It’s not the same. Jet attacked the innocent. This man, he’s a monster. 

Wow, did Aαng bungle this one. First, Katara knew he wouldn’t understand—that right there is a big blow to the notion that Aαng is there for Katara emotionally. Second, Aαng tries to tell Katara he does understand by using a completely inappropriate example. Aαng’s pain and rage on seeing Appa stolen can’t hold a candle to Katara’s mother getting murdered, nor is the Air Nomad genocide the comparable because Aαng didn’t personally witness the perpetrators, and all of the people who carried out the massacre are already dead. Third, he jumps to conclusions that this is about revenge before Katara even says it is—the way she says, “Fine! Maybe it is; maybe that’s what he deserves” makes it seem like she’s mulling the idea over in real time as it occurs to her. It’s possible that Aαng’s premature suggestion actually planted the idea of killing Yon Rha in Katara’s head, where before she just had a nebulous idea of confronting him. And as if that weren’t bad enough, Aαng then compares Katara to Jet, who took revenge for his village’s destruction on an entire town of innocent Fire Nation civilians. 

Aαng tries to drum the idea of forgiveness into Katara’s head four times in this one episode, an idea that she repeatedly and finally rejects, even at the episode’s end. This is a huge clue that Aαng wasn’t letting Katara do what she needed to do to get closure, but kept trying to pressure her into doing what Aαng personally wanted her to do to maintain his own Air Nomad ideals. He made her pain all about himself and the wisdom of the monks, the least helpful thing he could have done. And let’s remember that, like with Katara and Zuko’s long détente, Aαng had plenty of times throughout the series to ask about Katara’s mother and what happened, possibly helping her to heal by sharing his own experiences. But he never, not once, sympathizes with her or even seems to realize how huge a wound she still has—not until it stands a chance of violating his personal precepts.

So let’s take stock of all of these situations where Katara’s anger was a sign of dire emotional distress. How many times did Aαng recognize and respond to Katara’s anger in a way that got at the source of the problem? “The Waterbending Scroll” is the only time he comes close, and arguably, each of his attempts at diffusing Katara’s anger is worse than the one before it. By no means do I think Aαng should have solved Katara’s problems for her, or that he should have had the maturity of his technical age. But think of all of the people who step in and display genuine, helpful understanding to Katara in these moments: Hakoda, telling Katara how much he missed her and how he hated being without his children. Sokka, telling Katara he’ll never turn his back on her. Toph, telling Katara that she can be fun, too. Zuko, helping Katara find the man who murdered her mother. Considering how Katara and Aαng are held up as soulmates in the show, it’s quite depressing how few moments of helpful understanding Katara actually gets from him, not to mention how often she has to hide her emotions in fear of being judged for her angry reactions. And yes, there’s a good chance that Aαng is simply not mature enough to do more than skid along the surface of Iceberg Katara. But if that’s the case, the last thing he should do is make himself a permanent resident.

look. u can say i’m being unrealistic or too hopeful or tell me i’m just in denial of the truth when i say macdennis is and could be an explicit thing, but. the facts are these: on the two occasions that mac has come out and accepted himself as a gay man, this has been immediately followed by acknowledgement and acceptance of his feelings for dennis specifically.

mac went from being in the closet to embracing gay stereotypes and fantasising about living with dennis in a matter of hours. mac came out again, and literally one episode later he was having “erotic nightmares” where dennis seduced him, and in the episode after THAT, mac got dennis a present for valentine’s day.

it’s not a coincidence that after accepting his sexuality, mac is more open about his love and attraction for dennis. it’s not a one off thing where dennis is there and happens to be the object of mac’s affections. mac’s love for dennis is consistently highlighted, and as much as i might be another hopeful queer who just wants mac and dennis to be together, that doesn’t change the facts about mac’s character, or the way his feelings for dennis in a romantic and even sexual capacity are made known to us.

Scurra

A/N: By the way, Scurra means ‘joker’ in Latin. This is based on that one scene in book 9. You know which one.
George peeled the dried up black goo off his face, groaning. “Oh, man! This is the twentieth prank this month!” Harold had his head dunked in the bathroom sink, trying to wash the offending substance out of his hair. “And we fell for it! It showed every sign of being a prank, too! An answer as to what the teachers do when no one’s looking? How could anyone have gotten that?” “Right behind that door, my behind. I can’t believe we were so dumb!” “I can’t believe it either,” quipped a voice from one of the stalls as the toilet flushed. “Mr. Krupp?” gasped Harold. “What are you-” “Can’t a man use the restroom? It’s a free country.” Washing his hands, the principal commented, “So you boys got hit again, huh? Go on a dry spell and forget all the tricks in the book?” “No,” said George defensively. “We just didn’t know most of them.” Krupp smiled knowingly. “Ah,” he said. “So you boys have met the Scurra.” Harold shuddered at the name. “Who?” Suddenly, all the lights shut off, and Krupp reached for a flashlight. “The Scurra is a prankster who’s been pulling practical jokes ever since I was a student here,” he said in a low, ominous voice. “He was recognized as the best practical joker this school has ever known, and nobody but nobody knows who he is.” “How many tricks does he know?” asked George. “Millions. What you got was the tip of the iceberg, and if he continues the same pattern he’s done ever since he started pranking, you’re in trouble.” “Wh-why?” stammered Harold. “The Scurra hates having his legacy overshadowed. If someone else pulls epic pranks, he bombards them with his own pranks- jokes they’ve never even heard of.” “What can be done to stop-” “Nothing, George. Believe me, if something could, I would have stopped him a long time ago. Of course, I wouldn’t mind if you boys wanted to help me decipher the Scurra’s identity,” Krupp said. “I’d give you an indefinite hall pass for a month.” George and Harold grinned at each other despite their fear. “Really?” “Really. You can come to me with any news. And to make the deal sweeter, for every report you come to me with, I’ll give you each a candy or a fidget spinner. Sound good? George shook the principal’s hand. “Sounds very good.” Krupp stalked back to his office and closed the door. “3…2…1…” The lights turned back on, and the principal smiled. “Good luck, boys,” he muttered, opening a drawer of air horns. “You’re gonna need it.” Krupp let out a wild laugh, all his sharp teeth bared.
Hope you liked it! :)


i love it!!!!!

worthless.

that’s how i feel. when i heard the news and realized that our relationship took a hit from the tip of the iceberg. we used to be so close, but we’re so far gone now. did it hurt? i heard that pain ends when life stops, did it help you figure anything out? did you go through grief? depression? i should just call you up, i should have been there. i’ve just been so busy, forgive me? the universe has a fucked up way to remind us that life is precious. are you still hurting? i know that you’ve been in pain as of lately and i’m still not around. the titanic is crashing and it’s all my fault. i wish i knew how to patch things up between us.