internet lead

Why Nerve is amazing

1.) it’s all about the dangers of anonymity on the Internet and how that leads to a feeling of invincibility and a disconnection from the repercussions of your actions

2.) the colors gradually become more neon and striking as the main character becomes more daring.


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But to choose one [respectable member], I would choose our leader, U-Know Yunho. As a leader, Yunho-hyung initially has to listen to all the outside comments whether it’s good or bad. And he cheers our members up saying “let’s do better” (fighting). And when we are all tired, he keeps us up, helps and leads us. Looking at that, I guess everyone has difficulties playing our own roles, but as a leader with the responsibility of leading us, Yunho has his own oppression. And I really respect that.

A lazy internet surfing session lead me to some lovely rare photos of Katie. Shall post them sparsely through the week ;)
Sadly these pics were posted on several and different social networks/forums so I can’t tell you the source or the date of these photos. I can only guarantee you that nothing too private will be posted.

If It Means A Lot To You - Pietro Maximoff x Reader (April Song Challenge)

Words: 1930
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Mentions Avengers
Summary: Based on the song If It Means A Lot To You by A Day To Remember, Pietro and you, a normal citizen, have been dating for two years. Recently, he is always away for his work, and it has been getting to you. Finally, someone reaches their breaking point.
Authors Note: APRIL SONG CHALLENGE! This month’s theme was I would write Angst…and Jadyn would write fluff. So yeah, it’s real angsty. But I love this song a lot…so heck yeah.

Pietro / Song Challenge / Full Masterlists

Ao3 / Jadyn’s Challenge

One would say it would be hard to be a normal person and date an Avenger, one that was enhanced as well. And while months ago you would have defended your stance, nights where you sat alone in your loft staring out into the city waiting for a call, you agreed with them.

Pietro and you had been dating for almost two years, and recently his place in the Avengers was becoming more needed. You weren’t anything like an Avenger, just a normal job and trying to get by. You started living together after a year, and had been living together for another year now. But living together was relative; he was gone majority of the time because of the duties of being a superhero.

He promised to call every other day, time depending on what he had going on. But you were worried, it had been three days with no sign that he was still alive. No calls from him or Wanda to alert you if anything happened, but you knew you couldn’t jump to conclusions. You read articles online to see if the Avengers were still fighting or if they were headed home, but there hadn’t been recent updates on the fight for days. No one had much idea what was going on with them.

You jumped when you heard your phone start to ring the Sonic themesong, indicating it was Pietro calling. “Finally!” You groaned and picked up the phone. “Hey!”

Hey darling,” Pietro said into the phone, a low and quiet voice, but you could hear the smile. “I hope you’re good tonight.

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wordswarsandsymphonys  asked:

What's going on with Denny's? Can you give me some phrases I can Google to get me in the right path please?

oh they just always post memes right, and the whole corporations having websites that make it into pop culture internet memes shit leads to people forgetting corporations aren’t people they’re corporations, they’re not our friends they aren’t good, they’re just shitty capitalists lmao so the whole thing is just “see if dennys uses this in their advertising” because it’s anti-capitalist and it would aid in their destruction to normalize anticapitalist sentiments. 

anonymous asked:

Did you do a lot of research when you started all of this? If so, can you please tell me where? I've been wanting to do something with Fae, but the internet leads me to a bunch of weird places. Thank you!

I didn’t actually do much research specifically for this project; most of it was double-checking things I’d picked up somewhere along the way (like is silver really good for anything besides werewolves), plus a lot of extraneous google searches like ‘WHY hole rock magic see’ and ‘running water safe fairies because????’

So I haven’t got any specific sites for you, I’m afraid. But pretty much all of the lore from the original comic in particular is roughly modernized scraps of old celtic/irish mythology. So that’s probably your best place to start looking, rather than ‘fairies/fair folk/etc’ - try something like ‘irish mythology protection charms/names/wild hunt/the sight/etc.’, and with any luck it will take you to some better places.


Due to a terrible accident, you die but are resuscitated. During the time you weren’t alive, you experience a very odd dream. After coming back, the dream still haunts you. Vigorous internet searching leads you to come across a thread where multiple people who’ve come back from the dead share their experiences. Regardless of the types of dreams they had, all saw the same persom that you did in your dream. One day, you see this person walking down the street.

Calum Soul Mate AU

Laws were put in place years ago to help preserve the innocence and freedom of youth. In the world we live in, ink that is needled into the skin shows up on your soul mate. Tattooing of anyone under the age of 18 is illegal. It didn’t use to be this way, actually it was quite the opposite. Marks were mandatory to be put on infants at birth, usually males. A corresponding mark showed up in white on their female counter part, as various sexualities were not recognized. The practice stretched back centuries, through Chinese culture. Many researchers say that the black marks placed on someones physical body showed up white on their soul mate because of yin and yang, representing how the two people are interconnected, yet still separate and opposite.

Calum grew up fascinated by the white swirls that littered his mothers body, not one etch of black on her skin. The white tattoos contrasted with her coffee colored complexion in a way that made Cal wish he had the same. He wanted to share the same patterns on his skin as the person he is destined to be with. His mother was adamant on him understanding it was important to wait though, to enjoy his time without a partner. Instead of stories from books before bed time, his mother picked a tattoo, and told Calum the meaning behind why his deceased father got it. Every night she chose a different one, never spoiling the meaning behind another, until one day she wasn’t there to tell him the stories anymore.

Calum was hardly tall enough to see inside her casket, his sister, Mali, picking him up so he could peer inside. The ink was proudly on display, but now her skin didn’t glow and the white mixed with the bloodless, pale tissue that encased her bones. It took a long time for Cal to get over her death.

Your first tattoo appeared at the ripe age of 15. There was a slight itching feeling while it was showing up, and the skin around it remained irritated for a few hours before fading, leaving a beautiful white mark behind. Of course, you knew how this whole soul mate thing went, but you didn’t have to attend the informational class until your 18th birthday. It was unusual to have a soul mate older than you, but not impossible. Everyone just assumed that was the case with you, your partner couldn’t be 15 as well, it was illegal to get a tattoo. Regardless, the numerals on your collar bone made you grin. Every day you would brush your fingers over the tattoo and be absorbed in curiosity. Random scenarios flittered around your mind about your soul mate, you couldn’t wait to meet them.

Calum didn’t care about meeting his soul mate. Before his mum died that’s all he could ever think about. She put him in various sports and activities to try and distract him from that need, but at the end of the day, the desire was still there. That died with his mum. When he got one of his sisters friends to tattoo him at 15, he didn’t care about how it would be on his soul mate at the end of it too. He didn’t care about the sacred event that was taking place way before it ever should. He didn’t care. Cal hardly thought about his soul mate at all. It only brought back memories of his mother, and unfinished stories about his father. Cal felt unfulfilled; he got tattoos to drown his skin, and an empty heart.

You had been searching for your partner for awhile. White tattoos lined your body now, and you couldn’t wait for them to finally be explained to you. So many hints were left behind in the ink on your skin. A name under a bird, initials on both of your hands, and you scoured the internet for any other leads, but it just came up with dead ends. People told you to stop trying so hard, and that it would “happen when it happens”. Patience was not at the top of your list at the moment though. Finally, on your 19th birthday, you decide to take matters into your own hands. It was an easy decision, but now standing under the illuminated Tattoo Parlor shop sign, nerves were creeping up on you. It would be your first tattoo, so the pain was definitely on your mind, but so was the thought of what your soul mate would think of the design. Obviously they weren’t opposed to the markings, but it still lingered as you pushed open the door and stepped inside.

It was cold as shit inside the shop tonight. The temperature outside had dropped drastically, and the owner of Hanky Pankys Tattoo Parlor was a cheap ass who didn’t want to pay for heat. Calum stayed bundled up in a flannel and graphic tee with black skinnies, an outfit he adorned commonly in the winter months. Working as a tattoo artist was easy for Calum, it paid good and he enjoyed it. His favorite part of the job was when soul mates came in together, and as Cal was etching the black ink into one of them, he could see the white developing at the same speed on the other. Only black marks were to be seen still on Calum. It almost made him frustrated. He wanted to pick up his tattoo gun and write ‘who the fuck are you’ in the small space left on his arm. He had been getting lonely lately. It didn’t make sense to him to date someone when you are destined to be with another. He had faith that one day, his partner would come and they would love each other in a way he couldn’t love any other person he fucked.

The man inside looked up as you shuffled over to the counter. “Hello!” he beams up at you, a mop of curly hair hanging from his head. You shyly wave back, mouthing a hi, before stuffing your hand back into the pocket of your hoodie. It had to be colder in here then it was outside.

“Do you have an appointment?” he continues, reaching for a large binder on the counter.

“Um, no.” you mumble back. He places the binder back down before looking at you. “Should I have made one?”

This was just perfect. You had finally worked up enough courage to finally get your tattoo and now it wasn’t gonna happen. Just your luck.

“Well, we do accept walk in’s, It’s just that we’re getting ready to close and I only have one artist in right now, and he’s busy with someone else so…”

You looked down at your scuffed up shoes before sighing. “Should I just make an appointment for tomorrow or something?”

He smiled before once again reaching for the binder. “Sure thing, just fill out this form here,” handing you a sheet of paper, you look over the mandatory questions like your name and address. “And what were you looking to get done?”

“Just something small around my ankle area is all” Picking up a pen that had been strewn about on the counter you almost started the questionnaire before another voice stopped you.

“Wait!” You turned your head to the right to see another guy running down the hallway towards you. His flannel was pushed open to where you could see the Green Day shirt underneath and his hands were out stretched towards you, covered in black rubber gloves. He stops in front of you, your hand still poised over the paper. “I’m just patching up my other customer, I can get you in tonight-”

“Calum” The other guy snapped, “The shop closes in 10 minutes, I lock up tonight.”

“Thats OK Ashton, just let the other dude out, lock up, and then I’ll let her out and lock up again. It’s no big deal.”

“You know Michael won’t like tha-“

“Ashton!” Calum slammed his palms down onto the counter, leaning in close to Ash before whispering out “My rent is due next week, and as of right now, I’m fucked. I have to get the extra money.”

“Whatever bro,” Ashton replies, holding his hands up in surrender. “If Mikey gets on my case about this I’m telling him she’s your soulmate.” He points at you. “He’s such a sucker when it comes to that shit.”

Calum just shakes his head before turning to face you again. “Ash will handle all the legal stuff with you, come on back when you’re done. Last door on the left.” You barely have time to nod a yes before he’s stalking back down the hallway.

“Welp, looks like you won’t be needing this one…” Ashton plucks the first paper out of your hand before replacing it with a different one.

Nearly 15 minutes later and you were finally done with all the paper work, Ashton rushing out and locking the door, waving a goodbye, while you strolled down the hallway. Much less enthusiastic. You almost felt as though you were imposing on your soulmate, tattoos always seemed to be more of their thing. That didn’t stop you from opening the last door on the left though and walking into the small space. The room almost looked like that of a teenage boys bedroom. It was brightly lit by various miss matched lamps placed here and there, Green Day wafting around from a set of speakers on a shelf, and a ebony haired boy with his back to you, slumped in a chair.

“Is this your favorite band?” You call out from the doorway.

He sits up fast, turning to face you, obviously startled. Calum quickly stands to turn the dial down on the music.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Is this your favorite band?” You repeat, “Green Day?”

“Gee,” He smirks at you before slouching back down in his chair “How could you ever guess?” he mumbles sarcastically, motioning toward his shirt.

You roll your eyes, “Just because you’re wearing their shirt doesn’t have to mean they’re your favorite band.”

“That’s very true….” He trails off, eyebrows scrunching together quizzically.

You laugh lightly, trailing farther into the room towards him. “My names Y/N.” You stick your hand out from your pocket for him to shake.

He reaches out with a glove covered hand, eyes never leaving yours, shaking your hand and replying with a short “Calum.”

“Nice to meet you, Calum.” You pull back into the warm confines of your hoodie.

“Well,” Cal awkwardly starts, clearing his throat. Why is he so nervous all of a sudden? “You can go ahead and lay down right there.”

And so you do, shifting around to get comfortable on the hard plastic. How can some people sit in these things for hours at a time?

Calum rolls over to the other side of the room, fumbling around in some cabinets before calling out “Do you trust me to do this free hand?”

Your eyes go wide as you jerk around to look at him. “What the hell?! Are you crazy?!”

Cal laughs loudly, throwing his head back, before looking at you from over his shoulder. “So is that a no?” He innocently asks, and you can’t help but laugh, trying to get comfortable once again.

“It’s not going on your body now is it?” You get out between chuckles, and he just giggles along with you, rolling back to your side with a few different supplies in hand.

“So, you want something small? On your ankle?”

You begin to shake your head yes before catching yourself. “Wait, how did you know that? Were you listening to me talk to Ashton?”

“Only a little,” He looks up at you from under the slight fringe in his line of sight. His eyes are a deep brown color, nearly the same as every puppy you had ever encountered.

You decide to let it go before telling him the small, yet significant tattoo you wanted. And then Calum got to work.

Cal traced out the black yin symbol, applying it to your ankle and then removing the paper. Soon the buzzing sound from the tattoo gun nearly overpowered the bass and guitar from the speakers. You read up on tattoos online, but nothing could have prepared you for the pain that shot through you when Calum first punctured your skin with the needle. And he was used to this, reminded people who were jumpy to stay still so they didn’t fuck up his work and give his name a bad rep. With you though he didn’t do the passive aggressive reminding, he lifted the gun away from your leg and looked up into your face. It gave him a major sense of discomfort to see your jaw clenched in pain, body tight with disease.

He let one hand gently be placed on your clothed thigh, a soft “hey” escaping his lips so you would look at him. Once Cal noticed he had your attention he continued on with comforting words. “I need you to relax for me, it hurts more if you don’t” and almost immediately your body went slack once again. Hunching back over your ankle, you hear a muffled “Thank you, princess” before the gun is placed back on you.

It didn’t take long till you noticed Calum’s left foot bouncing up and down, and halfway through your tattoo, he lifted his other foot up to try and scratch at his ankle. You could see how much it was bothering him, but he didn’t stop etching away at your skin, shading in the black symbol perfectly.

He declares himself finished with “The best fucking tattoo you’ll ever get in your life” and patches you up in wrapping. After that, he abruptly stands up, ripping off the black gloves and throwing them across the room before placing his foot on the chair he was previously sitting in.

“Why the fuck does my ankle itch so badly” He’s mutters distractedly to himself, yanking up the ends of his black skinny jeans best to his ability, but you’re already gasping before he is, because the black initials on his hands match the white ones on yours. And your black yin symbol matches the white yang one on his ankle. Both signs are fresh and slightly red from irritation, but they match nonetheless, yet are still opposite.

“Oh. Shit. Fuck. I just tattooed my soul mate? Holy fuck Y/N you’re my soul mate! Damn it, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.“

And just like that everything clicked. There were tales of how when you finally discover who your soul mate is, you get a rush of knowledge. A rush of knowledge about that person and their life, but only they can unlock it for you, that you both have to go through together and unlock each and every door, no matter what was lurking behind it. And you felt that with Calum, and he felt the same with you. But on top of that rush, there was another one, one of pure love that knocked the air out of you both.

Even though you only met a couple hours prior, your spirits have lived every single moment together. Now it was time for your physical bodies to do the same.

“Can I… Can I see them?” Calum whispers, carefully stepping towards your frame. “The tattoos, I need to see them. Please. I went through a long period of not caring about this moment, but now that it’s here, I’ve never felt anything more incredible…”

And so you stood, stopping right in front of Calum, unzipping your hoodie to reveal the flimsy tank top underneath. You reach out and tug at the bottom of his shirt, silently asking him to do the same for you. Quickly he shrugs off the flannel onto the floor, before reaching back and pulling the graphic tee over his head, tossing it to the side. You can’t take your eyes off the black ink that stains his skin, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you if he wanted to.

Reaching down he grips your waist with both hands and pulls you to his chest. “So beautiful.” And it’s true, Calum can’t think of anything more perfect then the sight of you, covered in his memories. He reaches a shaky hand up to trace from your collar bones, down your arm, to your hand, over every white mark on your skin. Even though it’s freezing, you two feel impossibly warm.

Lightly, you place your lips to each collar bone, kissing the center of both black tattoos before looking up at him. “Thank you.”

“For what, Y/N?” And when he pulls you even closer and kisses your forehead, you know why Calum is the one for you. “For the look I got into your life, by the tattoos. You gave me something to live for.”

“Well you never really reciprocated anything back so,” he chuckles.

You gasp at him, slapping his bare chest, then shoving him away. He doesn’t give you too much time to protest before latching onto your upper arms and yanking you into him. “Ready to finally kiss your soul mate?”

All you can do is nod your head and reply back with a “hell yeah” before his lips are on yours and the rest of the world crumbles away.

anonymous asked:

I have a question about stripping/ lap dancing I may or may not have already asked I can't remember, forgive me, also im not entirely sure if it fits this blog but its the closest I could find anyways I want to strip/ lapdance for my gf and I wanted to ask if you have any resources? Everything I could find (which is not much) is very hetero which kinda makes me uncomfortable idk also any ideas for (sapphic) music?

Luckily enough, I actually read this article the other day which is a bunch of tips for if you are a girl who wants to do a striptease for your girlfriend which I hope will be useful.

For music, Hayley Kiyoko is an obvious choice- especially the sexier songs like Cliff’s Edge. I also recommend The Internet as the lead vocalist (Syd Tha Kyd) does explicitly sapphic music (Girl and Dontcha are my personal faves). Some other songs I think would work are Girls by Beatrice Eli, Electric Lady by Janelle Monae & Closer by Tegan and Sara.

-Mod R


HBO has released the trailer for Beware the Slenderman, a documentary about the true story of two 12-year-old girls who stabbed a classmate 19 times in the name of Slenderman, the popular internet character, in 2014.

Directed by Irene Taylor Brodsky, the film will premiere on HBO on January 23.

Beware the Slenderman tells the story of the internet’s elusive Boogeyman and two 12-year-old girls who would kill for him. Morgan Geyser and Anissa Weier lured their best friend into the woods, stabbed her 19 times, then set out on an odyssey to meet the tall and faceless man known online as Slenderman. Shot over 18 months with heartbreaking access to the families of the would-be murderers, the film plunges deep down the rabbit hole of their crime, a Boogeyman and our society’s most impressionable consumers of media. The entrance to the internet can quickly lead us to its dark basement, within just a matter of clicks. How much do we hold children responsible for what they find there?

Growing Up Duggar: Chapter 6

Here we fucking go, this chapter is about culture.  Apparently it is hilarious, so let’s do this thing!!!

  • well it kicks off with some Duggar internet rules, which the girls believe are in place to protect them from satan, but it is probably actually in place to make sure none of the kids realise they don’t have to live in a cult
  • now a big rant about social media being a huge time waster… I see your instagram Jessa…… don’t bullshit me
  • the internet leads to flirting, and before you know it, you are tempted to do cocaine and bow down to Satan - nothing good can come from meeting guys online *ahem Jill* (also on a personal level I met my boyfriend on tumblr five years ago, and it was one of the best things to happen to me SO SHUT UP DUGGARS)
  • never trust a flirty guy, instead go for guys who have no social skills or charisma - it worked well for Jill and Jessa (I reckon Jeremy could be a bit of a flirt when the cameras aren’t running)
  • hahaha they have renamed chatrooms/forums ‘bitter boards’ - you could not make this shit up
  • then we’re told that gossiping is another source of evil, but I feel like if Michelle hadn’t been brainwashed by Jim Bob she would be such a wine mom who loves a gossip :(
  • watching TV is sinful, stay away
  • then they just brag about all the skills their siblings have as a result of not watching tv or something… it is very boring
  • all films contains magic are banned, which makes me very sad for the Duggars as they will never get to see Hocus Pocus, which is possibly the greatest film of all time (and I guess Harry Potter is okay too)
  • oh my god that means they’re not allowed to watch ‘Penn & Teller: Fool Us’!!!! I fucking love that show
  • they don’t like the fact that some times in tv shows that “dads are portrayed as dummies, moms and over-bearing”… yeah, one comes to mind actually, it’s called 19 kids and counting
  • time to talk music! or lack thereof… basically if it ain’t about jesus, it ain’t allowed
  • they hate rock ‘n’ roll music because it’s too sensual and rebellious, and apparently most popular mainstream musicians die early because of AIDS… I’m sorry, but I’m going to need to see some stats on that one… just please fuck off with this one
  • also don’t wear earphones, because you have to share everything with everyone all the time, you are not allowed even a tiny piece of privacy 

Well…. that happened… and it was terrible

It makes me feel kind of sad that basically everything is banned in the Duggar house, but also they are arseholes about it so I can live with it

Beware the Slenderman is a documentary that explores the horrifying true story of two 12-year-old girls who stabbed a classmate 19 times in the name of Slenderman, the popular internet character.

The film is directed by Irene Taylor Brodsky and produced by HBO Films. It will premiere at SXSW this month before airing on HBO later this year. Stay tuned for a trailer.

Beware the Slenderman tells the story of the internet’s elusive Boogeyman and two 12-year-old girls who would kill for him. Morgan Geyser and Anissa Weier lured their best friend into the woods, stabbed her 19 times, then set out on an odyssey to meet the tall and faceless man known online as Slenderman. Shot over 18 months with heartbreaking access to the families of the would-be murderers, the film plunges deep down the rabbit hole of their crime, a Boogeyman and our society’s most impressionable consumers of media. The entrance to the internet can quickly lead us to its dark basement, within just a matter of clicks. How much do we hold children responsible for what they find there?

My submission box has been turned off for almost a year now (here’s why), and I don’t see myself turning it back on any time soon. As you can imagine, being a feminist/woman on the internet can lead to interactions with some pretty unsavory characters, and I feel that they are more manageable and easier to ignore when all they can do is send their angry little notes through asks.

It’s disappointing because I feel like the blog is slightly less accessible to followers/people who aren’t huge creeps, but I’m sure that as long as there are no restrictions to who can send submissions, I’ve made the right decision to keep it turned off. 

If there is anything you want me to see, either because you think I’d like it, or if you’d like it shared, please either tag me in it, or send it in a message or ask. Also, anonymous asks will always be on.


After watching Patema Inverted, a few neat things can be read from this gibberish-filled note.


We…alive. …the effects of the anti-gravity… hav[e]… dest[ru]ction. But… abs… one particular undamaged area remains. …Eart[h]… reverse side of the Earth’s axis. …area… we pushed forward… into the repair of the gravity inversion. …Successful breakthrough may be just out of reach. …place… net… this E-mail all over the Earth. …please print as… this E-mail as possible. …wait in here for generations if necessary.

Latitude 22.2526 N

Longitude 130.2401 E


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Looking up those coordinated using the handy-dandy internet, it leads to a country club in Japan… Any ideas on if this location is relevant in any way?