idk if it is or not but you know

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When I find my piece of mind, torture me. 💋

Hey I found this self-portrait from like, eons ago, saved in my drafts and it’s like 130 am so here you go.

My name is Sneks and I’m a pan girl who doesn’t take care of her hair but always has eyeliner on and last halloween I was drunk and someone tore out my nose ring by accident and I love Pickles the drummer heyoo.

Gladiolus - Because of their shape, they are named after the Latin word “gladius”, meaning sword. Some say that gladiators wore gladiolus corms around their necks during battles to help them win and protect them from death. 

Because of their association with gladiators, the gladiolus flower meaning is strength and integrity.

@knifepost

@thesecretdetectivecollection mate I got two of the same ask and since the fic itself has nothing from Carra’s POV I thought this was the least I could do. Hope you like it!

Set in the ‘your hair is so soft…for a scouser’ universe

Jamie has just put the kettle on when his roommate –his Manc roommate– walks in. His eyes, a rather nice shade of brown, like milk chocolate, widen to an almost comical extent when he notices the kettle. It is odd that the hotel room would have an electric stove and it must be even more jarring to return to the room only to find your roommate at the said stove with a full tea set.

Neville stands halfway into the room, his eyes darting from the kettle to the teapot to the cups Jamie put out and Jamie can see, he can see clear as day that Neville is dying to ask. Jamie just carries on with what he is doing though, cool as a cucumber, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. By God it’s fun to torture the Mancs.

Especially this particular asshole of a Manc with his pretty eyes and his strange intensity.

Eventually Neville trades his spot by the far side of the desk to the edge of his bed, but his attention never wavers from Jamie. Even with his back turned to Neville Jamie can still feel the man’s gaze on him and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge, against his will. He isn’t even that much into lads, with football and so many birds around to occupy his thoughts and it isn’t even something he thinks about most of the days but then Neville pays so much attention to everything going around and falls asleep with his mouth open and measures out cereal into his own bowl in the mornings with so much precision you’d think he was conducting a nuclear experiment and–. Well. His father would probably chuck another boot at him now, and rightfully so, if he saw Jamie lusting after a Manc like this.

“You give me funny looks for bringing my own Weetabix but it’s fine when you bring an entire tea set is it?”

Jamie grins to himself. He knew it. He knew Neville would crack.

“Mate,” he says, keeping his back turned to the Manc, “tea is our national beverage. Cereal is cereal. Bowls are definitely bowls. Same anywhere.”

He also didn’t so much bring the tea set as charmed the nice lady who works in the kitchen with Michael’s help and then borrowed some of Robbie’s tea leaves but Neville doesn’t need to know that.

“No it isn’t. I’ll point out that there is no Weetabix in this hotel but there is definitely tea.”

Neville sounds petulant. He is a stubborn man and Jamie has a sense that he wouldn’t have lasted very long had they lived in an age where duelling over one’s honor, or petty disagreements for that matter, was still considered socially acceptable.

He snorts at the image of Neville with pistol in hand, in stockings and sporting a large hat with a feather sticking out on top.

How dare you call Weetabix just a cereal sir? Prepare to die on the count of three.

“I have just – never seen anyone so passionate about cereal before.” Jamie turns around only when he can trust himself to not to grin like an idiot and probably get punched in the face as a result. Neville looks a strange mix of offended and really hungry. It would be impolite, Jamie supposes, to brew tea in the room and not to offer his roommate any, even if his roommate happens to be an asshole and a Manc. His parents raised Jamie better than that.

do y'all realize… that you don’t have to look androgynous to be nonbinary ?? did you know that ppl can “pass” as one gender and still be nb ?? because i’m sick and tired of nonbinary ppl being expected to have a great fashion sense and look androgynous all the time… let me wear makeup and do “girly” things but also let me be “manly” and don’t think anything of me other than what i am. nonbinary.

since it seems to be the consensus that being the weird girl is lesbian culture i think we can all agree that harper from wizards of waverly place was a lesbian

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Alec + jackets/outerwear in 2a

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Threw around some ideas with @nerdaday and gave our favorite gals some matching bezzie mate sweaters 😖

  • Murdoc: "What are you listening to?"
  • Noodle: "Oh, just some tunes from my new playlist-"
  • Murdoc: "Ah, right, er, is that what all the peeps are into, eh? I think I could get into that, you know, I'm very IN with the kids these days, all those memes and, er-"
  • Noodle: "Murdoc."
  • Murdoc: "Yes, my little emoji?"
  • Noodle: "Shut the fuck up."
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#broducechallenge - produce 101 season 2: trainee development (PART 2)

PART 1 , [ PART 2 ] , PART 3

the most beautiful thing that happened in this show is the immense growth of the trainees :’) i couldn’t be any more proud

to be continued! more trainees will be posted!