i put in as much of the speeches as i could

I don’t think we talk about this frame enough:

Every time I see it I ALWAYS focus on Bitty, because there’s so much emotion right there. This is the first (and really only) time we see Bitty outright crying. There’s so much going on with him and we’re supposed to pay attention to him. He’s in the forefront.

But Jack. This is after he yells BITTLE and gets no response. Bitty didn’t hear him. This is before he sees Bitty in what is now Chowder’s room. This is the panel where his heart breaks and he realizes he missed his chance.

Ngozi could have just left the panel blank - no speech bubbles. We still would have known that Jack paused here before he turned around. But no, she deliberately put in a silent speech bubble because it’s important that we know Jack might not be speaking, but his mind is going a million miles an hour.

He’s not here.

Oh God, he’s not here.

I waited all this time.

You’re an idiot, Jack. 

Why didn’t you say something sooner?

You missed your chance.

funny story

So about a year ago we had to do a speech about something we were passionate about. These would then be recorded to put on the school website.I decided to do one about gay rights as it was not yet legalized in my state. I decided to mention that I was gay during the speech, which wasn’t that much of a surprise to people. In the end it went really well.

Then a couple of hours later, during lunch I was walking past the staffroom to get to the lunch hall when I heard my speech being played, being curious I stopped and I heard them replay “I am gay myself actually” a couple of times over. Out of the corner I could see my 6th grade teacher give my computer studies teacher 10 dollars. Then suddenly, I sneezed really loudly, the teachers turned round and saw me standing there.

My 6th grade teacher has pretty much gotten over it but my computer studies teacher refuses to make eye contact with me.

conanima  asked:

Hello! I am currently writing a thing that revolves around a young woman who has come across a feral child and is trying to care for her. A feral child is one "who has lived isolated from human contact from a very young age where they have little or no experience of human care, behavior, or, crucially, of human language". She is roughly seven or eight, and I want to put realistic details regarding behaviour, speech, and overall growth. Could you help me with research? Thank you so much!

I’d check out these links here!

The most important word in debate

If I asked what that word is, there are lots of options you might choose. ‘Why?’. ‘Because’, ‘therefore; etc. These are all very good words to use. But I want to bring up a different thing to consider. The word “yes”

One approach to debate is to work to refute all of an opponents claims and get as much ink on the flow as possible. Another approach is to take a step back and ask “even if my opponent wins this argument, can I still win the round?” If you can still win the round even though you dropped an argument, then putting a counter-argument there isn’t exactly mission critical. This means you can argue with the more important stuff. Often this is the higher, more meta-level arguments, or the more value/criterion-kind of argument, or its an argument on your side that shows how you outweigh any possible offense they could have.

There are benefits to this approach. Flat out conceding parts of an opponents case gives you more time to develop your own arguments in your extensions in your 1AR/1NR. Also, by focusing on fewer arguments that are higher up the food chain, so to speak, you essentially list your voting issues, and more clearly paint a picture to the judge about the contrasts between your side and your opponent’s side. What it does it let you finish your first rebuttal, and then start your second rebuttal, with what is essentially a clear thesis: this is what my side argues. Clear advocacy can help judges because they know what they’re looking for.

Can this technique backfire catastrophically? It can, but the ways it backfires are more faults of over-applying it, and misunderstanding something your opponent said, rather than something wrong with conceding an argument.

yogurt3200 replied to your post: I’m finally writing something… and for once, it’s…

I feel you. But If it’s prologue then there’s nothing to worry about. I suggest if you want to make it longer, you should describe anything and everything, like in one paragraph you just admire how pretty Newt was, there you have it. 300 words Newt’s admiration speech. Or write more about its vibe, atmosphere, sound, scent, color. as deeply as you could imagine. (I did that and now i have 10+k junk here, help)

Thank you for advice! I always was more a writer of the actual action than describing every detail, but you’re right! If I write more about characters’ feelings, the general atmosphere or even, as you say, the way they look, I guess there will be much more to put together later. And I really can’t wait to read that fic of yours.

mishkawrites replied to your post: I’m finally writing something… and for once, it’s…

I actually feel this in my soul, but you are a writer because you’re writing or have written! Well done you, love :)

Aww, thank you ;w; I’m trying my best to stop bitching and write instead, so thank you!

hi bbies! it’s been a while since I’ve been on tumblr. so sorry! my freshman year of high school is over on Thursday (exams all week,,, yay) & I’ll finally be back to posting regularly.

lots of stuff is on the way! Jilted Gangster Gal has kind of been put on a pause for a bit; it’s basically finished but I need some time to revise and continue editing everything. I’ve been feeling a little conflicted about which direction I want to head. I have tons of ukulele songs and other scrap poetry I’m always putting together and I think I want to release that too. I’m just kind of stressed bc there is always so much going on in my head and I just wish I could organize it all in a way that would make sense to me.

also- I can not believe I’m almost at 700 followers on here! it rly means a bunch. thank you all soso much! you’re too kind. I’m so excited to spend the summer w you guys and continue doing what I love. it is gonna b another amazing journey!


okay. okay but i talk a lot about the Things I Love About Envy and that usually falls into the ‘i relate to this even if they’re a terrible person’ category but hands down my favorite thing is how expressive they are.

like. taking my daughter’s manga, in three pages this is what you get:

what is that face even supposed to be. disgust. anger. annoyance.


even lust is Done with this asshole: ‘this is not how you conduct yourself oh ffs’

i mean. really.

and if i could, i would make gifs from the anime(s) because the rapid changes their facial expressions make is literally a gift. they pretty much hold nothing back and it’s GREAT. because it also goes right into the way they speak. envy’s speech pattern is full of highs and lows and putting emphasis on words that probably don’t really need it but then again, envy is 70% taking things Too Far and honestly that’s why i love them.



lol, so apparently Fiona is getting hate for her speech last night?

✋🏼 bye, not here for that.

Fiona finally put herself first after years and years of mothering, fathering, and sistering her siblings. She wants to make something of herself now, and she gets shat on…um, nope. It’s not like she’s walking out on her family–like she could have, with Jimmy, about a dozen times. She just wants to start prioritizing herself, permanently. Her treatment of Debbie is more than fair; and Ian and Lip are adults.

And seriously, where is the club for Fiona lovers? I realize Ian and Lip are fan favorites but I never realized how few people find Fiona the MVP (along with Carl, newly). She’s basically Super Woman, except 100% more human and flawed. I wish I could juggle as much shit as she does.


For aonorunic, who wanted Loki in that moment he realizes he is in love with someone.

“This, this thing between us has been going on for a while and I know we never actually talked about it. We didn’t need to. But uh… lately I feel like I do. Need to, that is,” Bruce paused in his speech. He’d already taken off his glasses and was fiddling with them. A nervous tick, Loki knew, barely registering the thought over the roaring in his ears.

Was this the moment he had been dreading since whatever this thing with Bruce began? Was the quiet certainty ticking away in the back of his mind finally going to be put at rest, however much he dreaded it? Loki took in a deep breath, readying himself to cut Bruce off, to spare him from speaking the words. Pathetic. Even now, as he was going to be rejected once again, Loki felt the need to protect the man from himself. He could do nothing else. Because…because he -

“What I mean, what I want to say is - I love you,” Bruce said the last so quickly Loki almost did not register it. His mind blanked.

Was that what this feeling was? This hope and warmth blooming in his chest? That his own unnamed feelings would be reciprocated, not shunted into the back of his mind to try to save him from the sting of rejection and falseness (not that he had ever succeeded).


It was all he could say, still processing Bruce’s words. (Did he love Bruce?)

Bruce ducked his head, slipping his glasses back on as a barrier against the world (against him and no, that would just not do).

“It’s fine if you don’t want - can’t say it yet, I just… I just wanted you to know-”

A rush of affection filled him. Yes, of course he did, he had just not seen it til now. Too much of a coward to properly define what he was feeling (too wary of being hurt once more).

“Yes,” Loki said, smile blooming across his face. It was his moment to flummox Bruce.

“Er, just to be clear, yes what?” The shy look on Bruce’s face only made the warmth in Loki’s chest grow, pulsing with his racing heart.

“Yes, of course I feel the same way.”

Bruce returned his smile, looking away.

“Well, how about that,” he murmured. He glanced back at Loki, only to startle at finding him so close. Loki’s own smile widened.

“I do not know about you,” Loki began, voice low and throaty (and smug at Bruce’s shiver in response to it), “but I think this requires some celebration.”

He whisked them away before Bruce could reply.

Maybe I’m crazy but looking back it amazes me how much effort was put into unfolding Olake’s love story. And the really funny thing about it is it’s subtle in the face of all the over-the-top grandness of Olitz that it’s likely that the audience missed it. 

I think in general the audience automatically assumed that Olitz was 100% endgame because they had this ridiculous passion for each other that never seemed to be sated. How could they not be endgame, right? Fitz made grand speeches in the Rose Garden, and let Olivia touch the Constitution, and loved her so much he was willing to give up his Presidency to be with her. With moments like that what could top it? 

As it turns out Olake topped it. I think it snuck up on us all, but at the same time if you go back and re-watch the clips from Olake’s beginning the foundation was always there. The writers just built on it episode by episode, season by season. We saw Olake be built into something beautiful while on the other hand we watched Olitz go from something that could have been beautiful to something that quickly tarnished before eventually being torn down altogether.

The ‘switcheroo’ the writers pulled was genius, even being an Olake fan, I didn’t see it coming.  

things i hate so much???

  • the way thorin coughs and then says bilbo’s name when bilbo finds him collapsed on raven hill
  • the fact that bilbo tries to hold thorin’s wound and pull the torn edges of his clothes together
  • thorin grasping bilbo’s elbow and drawing him closer as he dies
  • bilbo saying, “you’re not going anywhere thorin - you’re going to live” when he’s clearly not. going to live
  • thorin’s apology and the tear he sheds
  • it reeeaaally looks like they’re going to kiss, they’re so close, but they don’t
  • “farewell, master burglar” ????????????
  • the fact that thorin memorized bilbo’s speech about his home and repeats his words back to him as he lays dying
  • bilbo begging, “no, no no no no, thorin, don’t you dare”
  • bilbo patting thorin’s chest and curling around him and putting his hand in thorin’s hair and telling him to hold on because the eagles are coming
  • thorin dying. just the whole part, delete it
Help Wanted


Chapter One Chapter Two

Pairing:Cas x Reader

A/N: So, I decided to start another multi chapter fic. Yay me.. But as always, I hope you love it. This is set back when Cas is kicked out.

Warnings: None.

1/ ??

Originally posted by natalieslusarek

Originally posted by fuxkstark

Your name: submit What is this?

I have no choice. This is for Sammy. Cas will understand.  He will make it.

This was what Dean was telling himself as he marched to the bunker’s doors, mentally preparing the speech in his head, mangling words together and then rewording them to the gentlest, easiest way possible.

God, he didn’t want to do this. This was Cas. He had already been through so much with them, done so much for them. This hardly seemed fair. Dean fought like hell to think of another solution. But there just wasn’t one. Castiel was being hunted down, by angels no less. Sam would be put in danger, not to mention you, who had lived with the Winchesters since before they could remember.

Just as he reached the door to open it, he stopped. Dammit. Just do it. Get it over with.

 Son of bitch. He couldn’t do it. At least not right now.

Dean had another idea. You would have some advice for him. You would know what to do, what to say. He could always trust you to help with anything he needed, he already told you most of stuff that was bothering him, if he told anybody at all. If anybody could help with Cas, it would be you. 

With a little flicker of at least some hope, he dialed your number, and waited for you to pick up. “Come on, Y/N. Pick up, pick up, pick up,” he mumbled impatiently, walking back to the Impala.

Finally, on the fifth ring, you answered the phone. “Dean? Is everything okay? I just left the bunker to get – “

“No, no. Everything’s fine,” Dean assures you, running his finger over his lip to try to tell you the news. “I, uh, just… Can we talk somewhere? Meet up at a bar or something?”

“Well, Dean, I could just meet you home. I’ll only be an hour or so getting some groceries,” you say. But there was something obviously wrong. You could it hear in Dean’s voice.

“No, we can’t talk at the bunker. Just meet me at that bar just off the highway?” he tried, hoping you would take it.

You sighed, “Uh, yeah. Sure thing, Dean.” And with that, you hung up.

What could possibly be wrong, you wondered. Why couldn’t we just talk at the bunker? Was there some code you missed? He didn’t say Poughkeepsie, or anything like that, had he? You couldn’t be sure.

You pulled off the interstate and onto the rode that led to the little dive bar you’d become acquainted with after many a hunt.

In just a few minutes you were meeting Dean at one of the tables. “Hey,” you smiled, but you knew the worry you felt was visible in your features and you could hear the unsureness in your voice.

“Hi,” he says, a tight smile on his lips, as he seated himself in the chair across from you. Anxiety was etched all over his features, in the crinkles around his eyes, the lines around his mouth. All the signs were there.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, wanting to get straight to the point.

He opens his mouth to say something, but thinks better of it and shuts it. He finally decides on a sentence and says it, “There’s something I need to tell Cas, but I wanted to run it by you. Get your help on it.” He motioned for one of the passing waitresses to get two beers.

“Yeah?” you say, waiting for him to go on. This wasn’t a joke, you could tell that much.

Dean leans forward, his elbows resting on the table. “Well, you seem to know Cas the best. You’re closest to him,” he begins. It wasn’t a secret that Castiel and you both shared special feelings for each other, you just hadn’t acted on them quite yet.

The waitress passes by again and sets the alcohol before us. He looks down at his drink, searching for words. Patiently, you waited for him.

“I don’t know how to say this any other way,” he decides, shaking his head, raising his eyebrows in defeat as he looks back up to you. “You know the situation with Sam. The whole Ezekiel thing. But, he thinks having Cas around will bring some of the vengeful, fluffy-winged assholes right to our doorstep. And if I don’t get Cas to leave, then he says he can’t stay and heal Sammy.”

You furrow your eyebrows in a flood of emotions. Castiel leaving? Out on his own? What are you supposed to do? You can’t just let Ezekiel leave and put Sam right back in the hospital. But Castiel almost died; no, he did die. And you couldn’t send him back out there, all alone and hungry. Next time he might not be so lucky as to be brought back by an angel.

“Listen, Y/N, I don’t want to do this. Believe me, I don’t. He’s one of my best friends. But Sammy…” his voice trailed off and right then you could plainly see the burden on his shoulders. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“I know, Dean. I understand,” was all you could say, despite the thousands of other things you wanted to say. But honestly, you couldn’t be entirely mad at anybody. Ezekiel had to watch out for himself, Sam had to heal, Dean had to watch out for his brother, and Cas… And Cas wouldn’t be getting the long end of the straw. Your heart hurt for all three of your boys.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am. I just need your help. I don’t know what to do. I mean, it breaks my heart having to send Cas back out, just after we almost lost his ass, but I can’t let Ezekiel leave.” Dean took a long swig of beer, and if you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes glaze over. You’d been with the brothers for all these years, and rarely did you ever see Dean cry. “What do I do?”

You took a long breath. “Well… Cas is family.” More than family to me, you wanted to add. But you didn’t, “But Sam’s your little brother. You gotta do what you gotta do, Dean.” You paused a long while, thinking over your next statement very carefully. “And I gotta go with Cas.”

Dean’s heavy look was pushed back as his eyes widened and he looked up at you. “Hell no you’re not. I’m already putting Cas into a whole load of danger, but you… You don’t have to do this,” he pleads, leaning forward farther on his elbows.

You thought another moment. Nope, you did have to go. “I do have to do this. You’re right, this is Castiel. He may be a badass angel, but as a human, you said it yourself, ‘he’s a baby in a trench coat.’ And I can’t just leave him out there, helpless, again.” You looked sternly into his eyes, as if you were standing off with a big brother, trying to tell him you were a big girl. Which in a way, that was exactly what you were doing.

“Y/N, – “

“Don’t ‘Y/N’ me,” you argue, though softening your voice to a gentle but persistent tone. “You know good and well that I’m perfectly fine on my own. And with Cas by my side, I might be even better off.” But his demeanor didn’t change at all and he still wasn’t convinced. “I am a grown ass woman, Dean. I grew up side by side with the Winchesters. Everything will be fine.” Your voice only rose slightly, determination dripping off every word you said. It seemed like you had these conversations with Dean all the time.

“I’m just worried about you. And Cas. But I don’t have a choice with Cas.” He looks at you with his eyes set and soft. “You’re like my little sister, Y/N. Hell, you are my little sister. Cause family don’t end in blood. And I know you’ve heard this speech from me since you were, like, what? Ten? But it’s still the truth.”

“I know, Dean. I get it,” you patted his hand from across the small table. “But I think our best chances are if I go with Cas and you stay with Ezekiel and Sam. We can both hold down half of the team.” You gave him a half-hearted cheerful smile, trying to lighten the mood.

He gave a half irritated, half something else smile and shook his head. “You’re so stubborn.”

“Wonder who I got that from?” you say sarcastically and stick your tongue out. “Maybe we should head out. The sun’s getting low and you have to tell Cas some time.”

He gave a pitiful sigh and finished off the last few gulps of his beer as the two of you rose.

“It’ll be okay,” you assure him. “He’ll understand.”

The drive home was filled with thoughts of what you were going to do. What would happen? Was Cas really going to take the news so well? What would he say to you going with him? Surely, you told yourself, he felt the same as you did. You recalled the soft smiles he’d send your way. There always seemed to be something in his eye when he looked at you. And he was always so kind and gentle with you, giving you special treatment or doing thoughtful things here and there. But maybe… maybe you were mistaken. It wouldn’t have been the first time Castiel did odd, misdirected things he didn’t mean. But even Dean said he liked you best. Maybe he meant just as just a friend, though…

You shook your head of the girlish worries as you pulled onto the bunker’s gravelly road. This was not the time for petty crushes. There were much more important matters at hand besides feelings.

You caught up with Dean, who waited for you, leaning against the bunker’s heavy front door.

“How do you want to do this?” you asked.

He stood up straight as you neared him. “I’ll tell him. Could you just be in the room? Maybe it’ll soften the blow.”

“Yeah, of course,” you nodded and looked up to Dean as he pulled the door open.

As you entered the bunker, you saw Cas was right there, sitting at one of the tables and eating a sandwich.

Now or never.

“Hey guys!” Cas greeted, grinning from behind his sandwich. “Want one? They taste wonderful. I can’t get enough of these.”

Dean took a long breath. “Cas, uh, can we talk?” He was going straight to it.

“Of course,” he says over a mouthful of food, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he pulled out a chair for Dean. You opted to just stay back and lean on a table. Observe the conversation rather than lead it.

Dean didn’t sit.

 “Dean, you know I always appreciate out talks, our time together.” Right then you could’ve sworn he looked toward you as he said the last part. Stop it, just stop it.

Dean sat on the table and cleared his throat. “Listen, buddy,” he sucked in a breath, “you can’t stay.” Wait to sugarcoat it there, Dean. That was beautiful.

There was a long pause as Cas stared at Dean, looking like he’d just had a rug pulled out from beneath him. Dean said nothing else. After another moment, Cas’ gaze turned to you, as if asking for some sort of help or explanation.

Immediately, you stepped forward from the table. “I, um, I’ll go with you this time.” You had no earthly idea what explanation you could give him as to why Dean was kicking him out, but you just offered him what you could.

“Look, Cas, I’m sorry,” Dean said. “It’s just… with those angels looking for you… I can’t let you stay here.” You could see the pain it was causing Dean, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“No, no. Of course, I understand,” Cas said, getting up out of his chair, a distant look in his eye and hollowness in his voice.

He walked until he was beside you. “You shouldn’t come. Dean’s right, I’d still be putting you in danger. I wouldn’t want to do that to you.”

“No, Cas. I really feel like I should go with you,” you insisted, feeling suddenly more like a pest than a help.

He looked to Dean, who put his hands up. “I already tried, man. Believe me.”

He looked back to me. “Alright, just let me grab a few things and I’ll be out of your way.” He turned to Dean and walked towards his room.

Alright then. This would be interesting.

You scurried down the hall and grabbed your hunting bag, which had everything you’d need for a trip like this: money, clothes, Twinkies and chocolates, guns, all sorts of things.

You marched back into the war room to Dean. He stood there, arms crossed, staring daggers at a chair. After stepping closer, his brooding gaze came off the chair and softened.

After you were sure you were ready, you stood on your tippy toes and wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in his neck. “I’m sorry I have to do this. But call me and keep me updated so I know when we can come home.”

He brings you to arm’s length. “Sure thing, kiddo,” his face was stern as his candy apple green eyes looked at you, and he shook his head as he said, “Just stay safe, you promise me?”

You give a breath of a laugh and a nod. “You do the same with you and Sammy.”

He nods as well. “And keep Cas out of trouble,” he says louder as Castiel’s solemn form emerges from his bedroom.

The two of you march up the stairs to the bunker’s door. You both you look back at Dean, a sad look in all three of your eyes. “Tell Sammy we said bye, yeah?” you say, trying your damnedest to keep the rising lump in your throat down. No chick flick moments.

You’d known Dean for most your life, and for the second time today, you saw his eyes come close to tears as he gulped down the lump in his own throat. Emotions were everywhere today. “I’m sorry, Cas,” he says quietly.

Read Chapter Two here

HRC is more hawkish than I’d like. She’s too connected to banks and big pharma. She is not the nominee I wanted. She grows more centrist by the week since accepting the nomination. 

But fuck this invented backlash over going to work sick. First, did you see how much bullshit she got for being old and weak and female when she had to use the bathroom during the debates? There’s no way she could have called out sick to a 9/11 tribute.

Second, remember when President Bush threw up on the Prime Minister of Japan? Sometimes you go to work sick because you’re the fucking president. No one accused him of being untrustworthy over it.

Third, Roosevelt got shot and kept on giving a speech, and everyone thinks he’s the toughest dude in history for that. No one accused him of being untrustworthy because he didn’t put out a medical records press release.

Finally, we’ve all gone to work sick. Remember when the HRC campaign was trying to make Hillary Clinton “relatable”? Going to work sick because you can’t call out is way more relatable than a subway-ride photo op or Grandma Hil’s  awkward pop culture attempts. I mean, sure, the rest of us go in sick because we can’t afford an unpaid day, but haven’t we all toughed it out at work?

Fuck this entire invented scandal over a human person getting sick.

“When you fire that first shot, no matter how right you feel, you have no idea who’s going to die. You don’t know who’s children are going to scream and burn. How many hearts will be broken. How many lives shattered. How much blood will be spilt until everybody does what they always have to do from the very beginning: sit down and talk! … When I close my eyes, I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count. And you know what you do with all that pain? Should I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight, till it burns your hand, and you say this: No one else will have to live like this, no one else will ever have to feel this pain. Not on my watch.”

I totally didn’t use a few quotes from Doctor Who there- Sorry there was just a great speech in the most recent episode and I felt like it fit Sans rather well. 

Phil’s Leap Day Livestream // 2.29.16

He’s wearing his ghost shirt

“Maybe you were forming a team of avengers”

“Hold onto your horses and other farm animals”

Doctor Meme Daddy

He only got about 4 hours of sleep last night because of the Oscars

“I wanted to see Leo’s face”

Talked about Leo’s speech and how much he deserved it

“I felt sorry for him because it was such a meme”

He served fizzy cocktails at their little party

Chocolate discussion

He wore the ghost shirt because Leap Days are spooky

Leap Day lessons

“I like to showcase my entire wardrobe on DanandPhilGAMES”

He loved Cate Blanchett’s dress

He thinks men should wear more exciting clothes to award shows

“I’ll just be full on space man”

Real life amazingphil binge

He never puts the movie discs back in the right boxes

Poe the Cactus is continuing to grow

“It’s going through cactus puberty”

His bonsai tree is still continuing to die

“I could never be a minimalist I have so much stuff everywhere”

He loved Mad Max and cheered every time they won an Oscar

“I want to live in a universe where DVD’s don’t have really loud music and quiet talking”

“You turn it up and the music is vibrating through the floor. Which is bad if you’re watching TWD and your neighbors think you’re killing each other”

Talked about someone submitting his candle reviews onto Yankee Candles website 


He’s going to get a magnet from every state they go to in the US

They’re performing at the same theaters where the Oscar’s were held

“There’s so many time zones in the US. You’re like timelords.”

“What the hell is mountain time?”

He’s trying to keep everyone up to date with when the tickets are released

He’s really excited for Pokemon Sun and Moon

Talked about his bath bomb incident

He didn’t take a picture because he was already in the bath when they fell in 

“Thank you, I like cinnamon rolls. I’m glad you think I’m a cinnamon roll. Now I want a cinnamon roll. Maybe I should just eat my arm.”

He loved Deadpool

Top fans got special popcorns

He gets salty popcorn because sweet popcorn and a sweet drink is too much for him

He’s team blue and white for the Adidas jacket but Dan sees it as black and brown

He was always jealous of people with school buses

He used to live on the same street as the headmaster of his school

He sang Writing on the Wall

He liked the Lady Gaga song as well so he was torn about the Oscar

This year’s Brits was the most fun he’s had there

Talked about climbing the O2 and he’s really proud of the video

Talked about the camera buy countdown

They stole their livestream studio sign from the Brits

“Very star booby”

#danandphil emojis will only be around for about another month 

They had to make Phil paler than Dan and his eyes more blue

Philly in Philly

New videos this week

He watched a Paranormal Activity movie and didn’t really like it much 

Also watched a psychological thriller called The Gift

“Cheeky chimp”

He and Dan jumped out of his chair when Leo won and clapped

The only Canada date so far is Toronto 

Driving test tips

There will be videos while they’re on tour

He named someone’s guinea pig Jasmine and said “hopefully it will find it’s Aladdin”

Musical outro 

Mentions of Dan: ||||| ||

It is just so like Moff to have been rewatching Genesis of the Daleks, see Tom Baker making that speech about whether you could travel back in time to kill a child that you know becomes a ruthless dictator, and then throw the Doctor into that dilemma.

This kind of storytelling is brilliant because it doesn’t just add layers of depth to what’s new, it also puts the old into a whole new perspective. After next week’s episode, I very much doubt I’ll watch Genesis of the Daleks the same way again.

Guys seriously I’m autistic and I despise Autism $peaks with everything in me but it’s not helping to boycott stores that are supporting A$ this month. The people working in those stores are often paid based on activity in the store and all you’re really doing is taking money and possibly even jobs away from them. It’s not fair that they be punished in ways that could very well put their life or health at risk because corporate higher-ups decided to partner with a shit organization.

Autism $peaks (sadly) is a huge organization that won’t listen to us or be shut down just because some of the stores supporting them might lose customers for a month. People have been much more direct - hijacking their anti-autism campaigns on Twitter, getting their Facebook page removed for hate speech, etc - and it’s done very little. The best thing you can do is continue to be vocal about how harmful of an organization it is, and if you can try to send complaints to the company about their partnering with such a bad group, not punish often minimum wage workers for simply doing their job. Their company’s partnership with A$ is completely out of their control, and there’s a good chance many OF THOSE employees are autistic themselves.

If you personally don’t feel comfortable supporting companies that are partnering with A$ this month that is completely understandable, and I think alerting others to what stores are participating in this is important information, but calling for mass boycotts is really really not helping and I’ve seen tons of employees talk about how this could potentially harm them. It’s not worth hurting their well-being.

Joe Hockey bid farewell to politics with a final speech to parliament.

“I did my best to do all I could, with passion and to the best of my ability,” he said with a tear in his eyes as he announced his final words. Turnbull stood up and the rest of his party followed, applauding Joe as he waved at them all.

“You’ve done so much, and we’re so very proud of you Joe,” Turnbull said to the crowded room. “But that’s just the pleasantry we’re obliged to say to people who are leaving. A more accurate way to put it would be: we’re really disappointed in you. You really fucked up. You were terrible. That’s why you have to leave.”

The room went silent. Everyone glared at Hockey, their sympathy drained from their faces.

“Well… come on… exit’s that way.” Turnbull pointed. “Your replacement can show you out. Can’t you, Morrison?”

Scott Morrison shook uncomfortably in place. “Y-yes… I can do my job. I can do it. Please don’t replace me.” He whimpered.

a note about reposts

you’re probably looking at this title and thinking “leslie.. we’ve heard this speech like 87 times” and my friend i feel your pain, i do, and i’m questioning if this post will have much of an effect at all really, since reposts have just kind of become something that creators are expected to deal with on platforms like these. but that in itself is kinda messed up isn’t it? i know that a majority of people understand the importance of credit, but as someone who has been on this site and putting out content for ~1.5 years now, it wears you down a bit over time to see every edit you make spread across websites with no trace of who made it.

i could just keep saying don’t repost!! and hope people take my advice, but most of the people i come across are ones who find my edits and have no idea where they came from, so 1) understand that lack of knowledge of who originally made it doesn’t make it ok to post and 2) if you see someone post something that was clearly not made by them, don’t spread it

today my dan + nail polish edit spread all the heck over twitter through reposts, and normally it’d be something that i deal with and move on, but i started to think about recognition and the difficulty to have a big enough voice on platforms where you have less followers than the accounts reposting. on twitter, i have about 28 times less followers than i do here, and it gets increasingly frustrating when large accounts post your work with 3x the likes. i’ve become quite comfortable on tumblr, and the amount of reposts have decreased hugely for me from when i first started editing, but on twitter my circle of interaction is much smaller and not only results in lost credit, but also increased difficulty in finding those reposts. i guess my point for mentioning this is that if you see content being spread that seemingly came from nowhere, it’s because the original creator is being overshadowed by everyone else.

whenever i find a repost and ask them to take it down, specifically on twitter, i’ve had nothing but apologies and kind responses, which makes me realize that people don’t do it with bad intentions. they’re spreading my work because they think it’s worth sharing, and for that i am appreciative, but what they don’t realize is the erasure of the hours it took to get the coloring just right, or how much effort i put into the tiniest details. this is something that all creators face in the world of digital content, whether it’s gifs, art, edits, etc., and everyone deals with it in different ways. for me and many other people i know, reposts are seen as inevitable and not worth the effort of addressing obsessively, but that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be a constant discussion. support the creators you like by respecting what they make, and never take content for granted <3

thanks for reading lov u x

Ok so.

After my fifth viewing of the force awakens (sixth? I’ve lost count tbh) I have noticed even more, as one does.
And one thing I’ve noticed
Is how GENIUS the casting for hux is.
I mean, I can say that because I run a blog dedicated to the man, but seriously. Hux (Domhnall) is skinny as hell. He looks like a stiff wind would blow him over, especially compared to other leading men like Adam and John. I never really noticed, but even with hella shoulder pads Hux is still a fragile looking guy. Yet here he is, commanding the whole first order with as much composure and grace as one could. Even when starkiller is in imminent peril, he’s still got his back straight, face even, and his voice calm. The only time he raises it, really, is when he’s giving that intense (that’s an understatement) speech before they fire the weapon on the republic.
Then you’ve got Kylo, who matches Hux in stature only by height. Kylo, who screams a lot, and probably never keeps a straight face underneath that mask.
It’s classic brains vs brawn and I LOVE IT.