intelligent girl

Not sure why I’m always seeing beautiful intelligent funny girls broken down by dusty crusty boring cockroach looking men but it needs to stop

some more los muertos symmetra to go with my other post bc everyone liked that so much!! (and also bc i love it too..) 

they totally stole hard light tech from vishkar and developed a prosthetic that can use it for satya together 

If women, if queer people, if people of color have survived in a world this long that refuses to represent them that must amount to a force much greater than one man with nothing more to invest in than his ego. We have been forced to know how to fight since day one and this is our advantage. When I get dysphoric, I ease in determination. When I hear the quiet voice in my head that tells me, ‘We have done this before. We know how to do this.’

In order to make these changes, we must be aware and constantly acknowledge our privileges. This means understanding and admitting that a majority of the white woman vote went to Trump, and we must work harder to make people aware that racial bias and gender bias cannot be separated, they work together.

—  Rowan Blanchard. Age 15, Woman’s March LA

Girl: George! George Harrison! We shouldn’t ask you this but you’re so strong. 

Other Girl: And so famous!                                                                             

George: Yes, yes, go on.                                                                                       

Girl: We wondered if you could do something for us?                                            

George: How could I refuse such intelligent girls?                                         

*From Me to You begins playing as George does squats for 22 seconds with no apparent reason, then stops abruptly*                                                                   

George: Now what can I do for you?


favourite rory & logan moments: 22/?

sure, a mature and intelligent 14 year old girl isn’t allowed to know she’s queer because she’s a “child” but my 4 month old nephew reaches out his hand towards a woman and he’s “a real ladykiller already”

The Gabriel Agreste/Hawk Moth redemption AU no one asked for, but everyone desperately needs:

  • Twenty-three-year-olds Marinette and Adrien have been fighting crime together for nine years, have known each other’s identities for six, and have been sleeping together for five. So when Marinette forgets her pill one night and ends up pregnant, it’s less of an Earth-shattering catastrophe, and more of a somewhat scary, but still ultimately pleasant surprise.
  • Marinette’s parents are obviously pleased, their friends are DEFINITELY pleased, and Gabriel is…surprisingly, pleased as well? He doesn’t show it of course. But Marinette’s an intelligent girl with a good head on her shoulders, and definitely talented enough to maybe one day take over Gabriel’s company (since it looks like Adrien won’t be following in his footsteps). And at any rate, she’s miles better than Bourgeois’ daughter.
  • After that day, a strange pattern starts to assert itself during akuma attacks. It takes them a while to notice at first, but they slowly realize that whenever the akumatized victim comes into contact with Marinette before she’s had a chance to transform, it kidnaps her. And it takes her somewhere out of the way and imprisons her there, as far away from the fighting as plausible.
  • Adrien and Marinette are starting to get worried, wondering why Hawk Moth always targets Marinette like that specifically. They start to suspect that maybe he knows she’s Ladybug.
  • In reality, Gabriel Agreste is just so exasperated that his future daughter-in-law somehow manages to be at the scene of the attack so often. Sure, he may not be the most virtuous man in the world, and sure he may be willing to use other people as pawns, but he still cares about his family, and she’s part of that family now, and she’s the mother of his future grandchild. So he always has his latest victim stick her somewhere far out of the way because pregnant women are so breakable.
  • Then one day, something happens. Marinette’s secret gets out to the one man she had wanted to keep it from the most. And when he finds out that his future daughter-in-law is Ladybug, it isn’t that far a leap to realize Chat (always so fiercely protective of her) is Adrien.
  • Gabriel is floored. He had always thought that he would do anything to have Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses, spurred on by a fanciful passage he’d read in his book about how, when all seven miraculouses were gathered they could make…miraculous things happen. He’d been dreaming so long that finally, finally he’d found a way to get his beautiful wife back. But this is one line he is not going to cross. He’s not going to destroy his son’s family just to follow through on some ridiculous, desperate plan with no hope of success.
  • As the days had stretched on, he’d come to see and understand that, even if by some chance the miraculouses could bring back the dead,that didn’t mean it wasn’t an absolutely horrible idea. But it had been the only thing keeping him sane all these years. It was the only thing he’d had left. 
  • But that wasn’t exactly true, was it? After all, he’d had a beautiful, amazing son who’d been willing to bend over backwards to keep him happy, to earn his approval, always silently screaming for attention, a cry for help that Gabriel had never heard. And now that son had brought him an amazing, gorgeous daughter-in-law who was so bright and full of love the way his wife had been. And he had an adorable grandchild on the way. And Gabriel is just astonished, because as he sits back and looks around himself properly for once in his life, he finally sees how blessed he truly is.
  • He doesn’t say anything to Adrien and Marinette about knowing their secret identities, too ashamed with himself to face them. Instead, he makes a conscious effort to be a better father, to be a part of Adrien’s and Marinette’s lives, to support them in this stressful time.
  • Adrien and Marinette are of course suspicious when no akumas show up for several months, but they decide not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
  • When, seven months into Marinette’s pregnancy, a new villain shows up, the heroes panic, thinking this couldn’t have possibly come at a worse time.
  • On that day, when Hawk Moth suits up, for the first time since he found his miraculous, he finds himself on the side of good. He doesn’t show himself of course, but the little white butterfly that alights on Chat Noir’s shoulder is unmistakeable.
  • Chat panics when it melts into his baton, but as the telltale pink mask appears in front of his face, the voice that sounds inside his head doesn’t ask him to hand over his miraculous. Instead, it informs him of the temporary new powers the akuma (charged with light energy instead of dark) has granted him. 
  • Chat Noir is understandably suspicious at first, but Hawk Moth does help him defeat the villain that day, and he continues to do so, even after the baby is born and Ladybug returns to the crime-fighting scene.
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir, though confused and suspicious at first, eventually come to trust in and rely on their unexpected new partner, and he becomes an invaluable part of their team.
  • Hawk Moth watches over the two from afar, never showing himself but always doing his utmost to keep them safe - after all, he’d never be able to look his beautiful grandson, Louis, in the face again if he ever let anything happen to his parents.
  • Nooroo quietly stays by his side, choosing to support him even after everything Gabriel has done to the poor kwami. He urges Gabriel to tell Marinette and Adrien the truth, to explain his side of the story to them.
  • Gabriel isn’t ready to bare himself that way yet. But some day, he hopes, when he’s deserving of their forgiveness, he’ll be able to apologize to them properly.
reasons to watch BBC’s Class
  • gay alien prince
  • … who is so full of rage yet stays happy, has a powerful weapon called a cabinet he could have used to kill his people’s genocidal murderer and chose not to because he’s fuckin Pure okay, also loves his cute Human boyfriend
  • fierce amputee with a cyborg leg
  • … who might also be a Terminator, will literally do anything to keep his friends safe and is traumatised as hell GOD PROTECT HIM precious boy he doesn’t deserve any of this
  • wildly intelligent black girl who has no time for anyone’s bullshit
  • … who also cares so much like honestly she’s the youngest but she takes care of them all I live for this girl
  • angry alien slave criminal
  • … who constantly reminds people she’s a slave not a willing bodyguard and since she isn’t able to use conventional weapons will use anything from a chess piece to a stapler and makes out with robots
  • cinnamon roll who shares her heart with an evil genocidal alien
  • … who was completely willing to stab herself to protect her friends and planet so it would kill the alien she’s bonded too, wants to help and has the healthiest view on mortality ever like holy cram she’s weirdly put together I aspire
  • people literally die. violently. blood and guts and all
  • they swear too, and smoke
  • and have sex
  • it’s X Rated Doctor Who come on guys it’s the best thing to grace our screens this year

I hope requests aren’t piling up and overwhelming you just yet. Haha. Could I request a scenario where Newt and the reader have feelings for each other and everyone can clearly see it, including themselves, but they just never get around to admitting it but they’re still fluffy and adorably couple-like (ex. holding hands, playing with each other’s hair, sneaky kisses)? Thank you very much! :)

A/N: im so horrible at following the prompt sorry :P i did get a bit carried away😂 

Warnings: Fluff

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Originally posted by hardyness

Everyone was over at the Goldsteins’ for Thanksgiving. Newt had decided to surprise the sisters by coming back from England, but that wasn’t the only reason he came. Y/N, a beautiful, kind, intelligent girl who he had fancied for quite some time was currently staying at the sisters’ flat- er, apartment. She was the only thing he regretted leaving behind when he left New York. He had decided to surprise her as well, with something a little extra than just showing up at the apartment.

Currently, Newt was walking up the stairs to get to the door of the apartment, carrying nothing but his briefcase and a new pocket watch. He didn’t want to be late for the get-together, especially when he was trying to impress you. Jacob had told him what time they were all meeting, though it was hard for him to keep it from Queenie for obvious reasons. As he reached the 3rd floor, he spotted their door and hurried over. He hesitated before he knocked. What if they didn’t want to see him? What if they would get mad at him for popping in uninvited? 

Newt took in a shaky breath and rapped his knuckles on the wooden door. There was a delay between his knock and an answer, presumably because they had all been preparing tonight’s meal. When the door opened, however, he was met with a glorious sight. There you stood, wearing a short coral dress that Queenie had made, looking beautiful as ever. Your eyes lit up as soon as you saw the man, and you ran over to hug him.

“Newty!” You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“S-still keeping the pet names, I-I presume.” Newt stammered, returning the gesture. You pulled away from him to examine his face.

“Crashing Thanksgiving dinner, I see.” You said, raising an eyebrow.

Newt could only divert his gaze to the ground. You laughed and grabbed his hand as you led him inside. The sisters’ attention was currently focused on their cooking, but Jacob smiled as you came in. He noticed the both of you were holding hands, and gave Newt a thumbs’ up in approval. Newt could only blush and look the other way. When the sisters finally did notice the two of you, they had already set the food on the table, waiting for you.

“Mr. Scamander!” Tina greeted, putting her hand on her hip. “How nice of you to join us!”

“Ah, so that’s what Jacob was hiding from me.” Queenie teasingly pouted, looking at Jacob. He could only smile in response.

“W-well yes, ah-I mean I was-er, hoping to.. s-surprise you! Yes, that’s it!“ Newt sputtered, an unconvincing grin on his face.

“You know I can read minds, Mr. Scamander..” Queenie reminded him, only taking a moment to glance at you. Newt looked down at the floor, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Ah, bugger that.” You said, squeezing Newt’s hand before going to sit down at the table. “There’s an extra chair in the corner for you to pull up at the table.”
Newt smiled at you before going to fetch the chair. Neither of you noticed the questioning glances exchanged by the others.

Currently, you were down in Newt’s briefcase after stuffing yourself to your limit. You had intended on feeding Frank, the thunderbird, but you both decided on observing the animals instead. You currently sat together in front of a stunning waterfall, Newt’s head in your lap as you played with his hair. Many exotic birds flew above your head, as you recall Newt naming them tumbaliks. You two were very content in each other’s arms, not wanting to be anyplace else.

“Newty, what’s that one called?” You asked, pointing to a beast that looked like a human, only with a slightly larger nose and limbs.

“That my dear, is a Pukwudgie.” He explained while sitting up, eyes gleaming. “They are very rare creatures. I found this one in New Zealand.”

Ah. New Zealand. You were reminded that his stay wouldn’t be permanent; he had mentioned more than once that he was leaving in a matter of days. Your happy mood was instantly dampened, which was immediately noticeable by Newt. He turned to face you, as you looked down at the ground, a certain glint in your eyes that was all too familiar to him. He sighed, lifting his hand to your face. Lightly grasping your chin with his fingertips, he tilted your chin upwards to face him.

“Hey,” He spoke in a hushed tone, tenderness showing in his glistening eyes. “You’re n-not sad about me leaving, are you?”

“Hm,” you grunted, looking away. “I suppose it’s not impossible.”

Looking back into his eyes, you saw his gaze falter as he reached for something in his pocket. You became curious as to what he had hidden in his jacket. His cheeks became visibly redder as he pulled out an object- some sort of paper. Scratching the back of his neck, he handed you the object as he looked to the side. You gently took it from his hands, the words on it becoming now visible to your eyes.

“Royal Ferry.. admission for on- NEWTON!”

“I-I-uh- well y-you s-see I thought I’d- I mean you’d like it, I-I mean a-after all this rhyme- t-time-”

“No, no.. this is, perfect.” You said, cutting him off.
“I’ve always wanted to travel the world, a-and now I get to do it with you!” You said, beaming.

He smiled down at you lovingly, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose, causing the both of you to blush a bright red. You grinned uncontrollably, bringing the poor man into a bear hug and toppling into the water. Shrieking, you jumped at the sensation of the cold water, only to find yourself completely soaked. You sat up, finding that your eyes had been temporarily blinded by the change in atmosphere. You squinted, trying desperately to find Newt, only to be hauled out of the water and over his shoulder. He carried you under the waterfall as a series of shrieks and exclamations escaped your mouth. As he pulled you out of the water, you started to punch his back, ordering that he put you down, which earned a chuckle from him. He plopped you down in the water as you protested, looking at you as if to say, ‘I did what you told me to do.’

Grinning, you stood up and tackled Newt into the water. You never knew that he had a fun side in him. He playfully pushed you off of  his chest and threw off his trench coat, rolling up his white sleeves. You ran up to him, only to start tickling his sides mercilessly. As the two of you engaged in a full on tickle war, it seemed like you had drunken entire bottles of gigglewater. Eventually, Newt got fed up and wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up and out of the water. As you laughed, you wrapped your legs around his waist and threw your head back, grinning like an idiot. 

Eventually, the two of you calmed down enough to where you could see the heat of the situation. After Newt awkwardly set you down with a red face, you tried to lighten up the mood by racing him back to the small cabin. You won, of course, getting a head-start after giving Newt a peck on the cheek and effectively stunning him for a few seconds. You and Newt counted that as one of the most hilarious days of your lives as you exited the briefcase, laughing like you two were schoolgirls. Neither you nor Newt dared speak about the embarrassing scene at the waterfall, brushing it off as if everything was fine. The only problem was, both of you knew that you had a mutual attraction, but neither had the courage to say it.


someone said it was dark skin appreciation day so here’s my dark self graduating from high school with honors, a 4.0 gpa, a full ride to northwestern university, and popping eyebrows

I'm lost....

Niggas love intelligent girls but when I bring up social injustice and misogyny in the media and in real life, they look lost asf. Can’t discuss political views cause the only person they know running is Donald Trump. Can’t discuss music cause the main ones on here arguing that young thug is a lyrical rapper as we speak. Can’t discuss art, they don’t look at it. Can’t discuss literature or debate history or theories cause niggas don’t read. So how Tf you want an intelligent girl when the only conversation you can hold is about sexual shit or dumb shit. And if none of that is your definition of an intelligent woman then please give me yours….Because an intelligent woman to me is a woman that’s aware and cultural. Who can spit knowledge on anything because she keeps up on it. A woman that knows but also loves to know more and thrives off of stimulating conversation. And witty banter. Or maybe I’m wrong.

Shout out to the black girls with big dreams!

Dreams so big that they scare you.
Dreams so powerful that they wake you up at night.
Dreams so fantastic that you cry about them, you don’t know how you’re going to reach them, but maybe those tears can build a bridge.
Dreams that seem like impossibilities when your child is born.
Dreams that are fractured and frayed by the mouths of those you look up to.
Dreams that you were laughed at for, taunted, made to feel like they would never work.

Keep walking towards those dreams. You’ll get there mama.