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Okay, so tonight, Regina’s getting me and the girls into Les Inferno. Les Inferno? Are you crazy? Gangsters be there and shit! Shut up. I’m sleeping at Yolanda’s ‘cause it’s easier to sneak out. DJ Malibu is spinning there tonight. There’s a dance competition. The winner gets to have dinner with Malibu.That’s what the tape’s for. I’m gonna win the dance-off, get him the tape so he can listen to it and say: “Shit, she’s the next Donna Summer.” And then sign me to his label.

A Podcast About Webcomics, By People Who Make Webcomics, For People Who Are Interested In Webcomics

So my good buddies @neonjawbone, @0tacoon and myself are all doing a goofy adventure into podcasts - specifically one about webcomics! It’s called Speech Bubbles, and in each episodes the three of us just talk shop and give some insight into the webcomic process and lifestyle!

You can listen to the first episode here!

(Episodes can be downloaded for offline listening, too!)

Follow our twitter account to get updates first. We’re also planning on using the Twitter account to announce each week’s topic and also take specific questions from listeners about that topic!

I’ve already sung the praises of Get Out on Facebook for weaving the insidiousness of racial microaggressions into a terrifying and seriously creepy horror narrative, but as someone who enjoys horror and is usually disappointed by the genre, this movie was such a breath of fresh air. Many recent horror films like It Follows and Babadook have been good but ultimately fell short of being great in the third act; however, Get Out smashes through the third act with ease and is narratively satisfying through its entire two hour run.

PLEASE SUPPORT THIS MOVIE. SUPPORT BLACK FILM MAKERS (especially in a completely white dominated genre.) Get Out currently has a 100% rating on Rotten Tomatoes and has already had a great opening weekend so far. Help make it even more successful.

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This guy and I are getting married on May the 5th (his birthday). It’s only been nearly three years coming. I’m going to be wearing a cardy, a dress and my Converse. He’ll wear his suit with a Dr Who tie and his Converse. it will be rad. in Radelaide <3 Black wedding bands are a thing for us.

g!veaway for the url height

after my vigoroth g!veaway went so well i decided to do a really short two day g!veaway, for the url height!!

the rules:

  1. ends 27th of february 2017
  2. must be following me (currently aipom)
  3. likes count as one entry, you may reblog for entries as many times as you want but don’t overwhelm your dashboards please!
  4. you must not own a well known, short, non-plural one word url already (you may ask on/off anon about this one!)
  5. must actually want to use the url, for a sideblog or main, just use it!
  6. if this goes unnoticed we’ll all just quietly forget i ever did this, okay?

good luck!!

actually-demisexualhale  asked:

nerdy!jock!stiles trying to woo nerd!derek for valentines day (as a valentine's day prompt, obviously :p)

Alrightly, here it is @demisexualhale! I really hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

Stiles had never really been sure if he could be considered a jock or not.

Because, yeah sure, he was on the lacrosse team and played baseball in his spare time but he was no star athlete. Hell, he spent most of his time during lacrosse games warming the bench and fetching Coach refills of Gatorade.

He had always been into sports, for as long as he could actually remember, really. He had been a devout Mets fan since long before he could even walk, his mom and his dad joking that he had inherited his preference from both of them. He could still remember his dad teasing his mom about it, claiming she had watched too much baseball while pregnant, Stiles born only a few months before the World Series.

Older now, he never missed a game. Not once. Whenever the Mets played, he would dress in his finest blue and orange gear, baseball cap and all, just to firmly plant his butt on the living room couch with a giant bowl of low-fat popcorn in his lap and a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups in the freezer for later.

Back in elementary school, he and Scott had played Little League together, baseball both a good hobby and a wonderful way to keep them from getting into too much trouble. Stiles took to it like a pig to mud, one of the best pitchers their local division had ever seen, finding his element out on the mound.

Both of his parents would come to every game, his mom taking a break from her work at home and his dad somehow weaseling his way out of doing paperwork just to catch the opening pitch. Without fail, his dad cheered louder than anyone else in the crowd, jumping to his feet and waving his arms around as he proudly proclaimed, “That’s my son!”

When Scott had eventually grown tired of playing in Little League, in part due to his asthma which was being somewhat exacerbated by all of the physical activity and in part because of the fact that baseball was no longer considered cool, Stiles had decided to quit with him. He just hadn’t seen the point of continuing to play if his best friend wasn’t there with him. And besides, it just wasn’t the same without his mom there.

In high school, he still gravitated towards baseball but he had soon developed an affinity for lacrosse after Scott started showing interest in trying out for the team. He had spent hours researching all aspects of the sport, wanting to know exactly what to expect at tryouts.

With his asthma clearing up a bit and all the confidence of no longer being a virgin thanks to Allison, Scott had managed to snag a highly coveted position on the first line. Meanwhile, Stiles only barely made the team, beating out two other guys who had tried out, owing his victory to pure dumb luck though he barely ever made it onto the field.

It wasn’t that he was bad at lacrosse per se, he was actually pretty good. His leanly muscled body was built for speed and agility, making him a wonderful prospect. He just had a tendency to trip over his own feet. And other people’s feet. And grass and rocks and, at times, even thin air.

So, while he could run suicides and drills with the very best of them, giving the team captain, Jackson, a run for his money, he was usually stuck on the bench during games, just watching his teammates play. His dad still came to all of his games, though he didn’t understand why.

But while there was some question about whether or not he was a jock, there was no dispute whatsoever over the fact that he fell victim to some of the most stereotypical jock tropes. Namely, falling for a nerd.

But not just any nerd. No, that would be too easy. He had fallen for the king of nerds. Derek freaking Hale. The epitome of a high school nerd.

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“Disturbing, these findings are.” Master Yoda’s ears droop slightly, as his clawed hand gently lays the datapad he held back on the table.

“That’s the least you can call it.” Mace massages his temples and breathes deeply and evenly. The sheer magnitude of the discovery is enough to stop one’s breath. “How have we missed this?”

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Can we just talk about how great HTGAWM is at representing gay sex? Like Connor not only has love scenes with his boyfriend. He’s had one night stands, he’s had actual sex scenes with men that are just as graphic, just as sexual, every bit as sexy as any straight sex scene. Where does this happen on any other show? We have Shadowhunters that doesn’t show the sex at all, and barely mentions it. We have shameless that will choose to have all the straight couples have tit bouncing sex every episode, but cuts away from Mickey and Ian whenever anything gets too sexual. I mean! This is an ABC show, and it is showing gay and straight sex as equal. Yes it falls short in some other areas (biphobic comments etc) but look at this media compared to other shows on television right now. This is a good step in the right direction.