it's a little thing i like to call trust

ghostbehere-deactivated20160226  asked:

i feel like to fully enjoy your blog i need to listen to the libertines... where do i start

The Band

Pete Doherty

  • Peter Dohety, aka Bilo
  • singer, songwriter, guitarist
  • a large boy (6′2″) and yet so very very smol
  • dont u just wanna boop all his freckles and moles and kiss his lil nose and pet his floofy hair and tuck him into bed and make sure no one disturbs him till the morning
  • probably a cat (large baby animal eyes, soft floofy hair, licks carl)
  • his dad was in the army so he grew up all over the place
  • very very smart and witty and literary
  • struggled a lot with heroin etc but! he is clean now and better than he’s been in years
  • has a son named astille who is an angelic child

Carl Barât

  • full name: CARL ASHLEY RAPHAEL BARAT, aka Biggles, aka Carlos
  • singer, songwriter, guitarist
  • THE TINIEST i bet pete can scoop him up
  • but so angry and fierce!
  • his mum was a hippy so he spent half his childhood on a commune
  • he had a twin brother who died when he was a baby and he says he feels thats why he’s always desperate to be with someone. also pete once said he feels like hes the reincarnation of carls brother or… something. thats kind of. messed up guys
  • studyed acting for a year and became friends with petes sister amy jo, which is how pete n carl met, before he dropped out
  • absolutely Terrible and Embarrassing in every way (cant swim, was never on a plane in his life until he was 22, acts in terrible films etc etc)
  • struggled with depression and suicide and cocaine and alcohol for a long time :( but! also much better now, partly due to his gf edie and their two kids (more angelic children)
  • we make fun of him a lot but he can be so sweet and lovely and vunerable so. also tremendously attractive in a ‘crawled out of a parisian garbage can’ way, despite his tiny nipples
  • Hippy’s Son is the most hashtag carl thing ever to exist

John Hassall

  • bassist
  • im not sure that john is… entirely human?? like he hasnt aged in 15 years??
  • does he ever like? speak? smile? laugh? emote?
  • nontheless a killer bass player, beautiful in the way that greek temples are, and a good guy to have around
  • lives in sweden or denmark or somewhere equally mysterious, appears when summoned
  • has a band called yeti, v mysterious altogether

Gary Powell

  • GARY!!!
  • the drummer
  • a tremendous strong and stylish friend
  • what a pal, what a guy
  • honestly what is there to say about gary? so nice and good and pure and always happy and good natured
  • a good friend and never stood for any malarkey

there’s so much to say about the band? have some highlights;

  • the band formed when petes sister, amy jo, introduced him to her flatmate carl. they started arguing straight away and then became eternal soul mates
  • pete and carl used to live together. a lot. like. they slept on the same mattress
  • they were always fighting and falling out but simultaeneously obsessed with each other it was amazing/terrible
  • sometimes they couldnt pay the rent so they would post invitations to gigs on the band forum and charge a tenner at the door of their flat
  • its all very romantic and wonderful tbh
  • thigs fell apart a bit in 2003, carl kicked pete out bc of the drugs etc and then pete got angry and robbed carls flat and then carl sent him to prison it was. it was really messed up
  • then when pete got out carl was waiting for him and they fell into each others arms and played the Freedom Gig (please read the whole thing) and it’s like this one shining incandescent moment of glory before everything started to go wrong again
  • they broke up properly in 2004 :( and then everything was up and down, will they wont they for years
  • and then in 2010 they reunited for reading and leeds!
  • and then in 2014 pete went to rehab again and he got so much better and they played hyde park and carl and john and gary went to thailand to be with pete and they recorded the new album and now the singles out and!!! ah!! its really happening!!

The Albums

Up The Bracket

  • what do i even say this album is amazing
  • its all ~ PUNK VIBES and sid vicious hair but the lyrics are so sweet and poetic and and arGH
  • i cant even say anything else its perfect
  • radio america :(((
  • the good old days :((((((((((

The Libertines

  • i cant even listen to the first track without crying bc its About Them the entire album is just About Them
  • agony and pain and heartbreak
  • im sorry its just all a bit Much
  • a few older songs from the early years worked their way back in
  • idek what to say its agony and fire and death
  • buts its good tho imma still listen

Anthems for Doomed Youth

  • the new album B)
  • out this september i believe 
  • the single is ‘gunga din’ and its breaking my heart

Other Projects

Babyshambles

  • pete’s other band
  • just a shambles baby
  • actually extremely good like. like wow theyre really really good
  • three albums; Down in Albion, Shotter’s Nation and Sequel to the Prequel
  • some of petes best songs
  • oh yeah drew mcconnell is the most pure, most precious of all the cinnamon rolls

Dirty Pretty Things

  • carls other band (ft gary)
  • two albums; Waterloo to Anywhere and Romance at Short Notice
  • again, really really good by virtue of having carl in it
  • honsetly i cant believe we live in a world in which DPT era carl once walked truly we are blessed

Carl’s Solo Album

  • the picture is mostly irrelevant i just think he looks really beautiful here
  • i havent listened to it but alissa tells me its. not great and i trust her
  • however! it does contain ‘so long my lover’ which is like. the greatest thing carl ever achieved on his own so theres that

Grace/Wastelands

  • petes solo album
  • SO GOOD
  • LIKE ITS SO GOOD
  • its all sweet acoustic folky little songs and its so good
  • also sweet by and by?? is definitley abt carl??
  • like its just SO GOOD
  • also pete was like. aesthetically at his peak i mean that hat

Carl Barat and the Jackals

  • in 2014 carl put together a new band called the jackals and they recorded an album called ‘let it reign’ and. its good its really really good
  • the video for glory days is incredible?
  • well worth a listen

More Fun Libertines Facts

  • do what i did and operate on the basic assumption that every song is about pete and carls relationship until proven otherwise
  • upthealbion.com is an absolute goldmine for info and downloads
  • photographer andrew kendall has some great downloads on his website (shaking and withdrawn and untitled are essential pete acoustic sets)
  • although tbh most unreleased stuff is worth getting a hold of especially stuff like ‘you’re my waterloo’ bc. hoo boy
  • bilo-shambles has downloads for essential libs books (threepenny memoir and the books of albion are carl and petes own books, respectivley)
  • this is the most important libertines footage you will ever watch in your entire life
  • here is a very tiny pete getting interviewed while queing for be here now
  • here is a very out of it carlos staring at noel gallagher in abject adoration and making a fool of himself on tv
  • oh yeah pete has a song called ‘for lovers’ written by wolfman. uh. get someone else (like actualcarlbarat) to explain wolfman to u
  • im probably missing six million things this is only the beginning everyone make sure to correct me and add more as I’m only a baby libs fan m'self
  • honestly ur best bet is to do what i did less than six month ago and throw yourself in headfirst and everytime u learn something new yell THIS CANNOT BE but it is!! its all true!!

anonymous asked:

Kagami and GOM finding out their s/o is a teacher in an all boys school and she keeps getting hit on and asked out. And her main persuer is someone who is just like them back in hs. (They are adults now) I love your blog btw!

Thank you so much! I hope this works, i will admit I struggled a bit
(b/n)= boy’s name


Aomine: You weren’t the type to hide anything from your husband, nor were you the type to tell him everything either. The fact that you were a teacher for an all boys school had him teasing you every now and then on how you’d probably get hit on. You told him there was this one particular senior that would hit on you constantly. Aomine took it as sarcasm but when he was picking you up from work, he noticed a cocky boy orbiting around you with a mischievous grin on his face. “How about it Aomine sensei,” the boy leaned in awfully close to you. You backed away slightly and looked at him with an irritated smile, “I told you already. I’m married.” You heard the police car slam shut and turned your attention to your navy-haired husband, “Speak of the devil,” you smirked. Aomine wrapped his arm around your waist and reeled you in close to him, “Hm? This the kid you were talking about ___?” The boy clicked his tongue in frustration as he turned his back to the two of you, “Not like I care. Well, I’m going home, sensei. I’ll get ya tomorrow,” he yawned and muttered to himself. “(B/n)-kun, don’t you have soccer practice,” you asked. “Don’t need it. No one can beat me other than myself,” he chuckled, slowly fading from your sight. A sigh slipped from Aomine which instantly drew your attention to him, you watched as his pursed his lips and scrunched his face, “I hate to admit it but the damn brat is like the high school me.”  

Kise: It was the first time your model husband had come to pick you up from work. He patiently waited for you in the car, uncontrollably jittering in his seat. Once his yellow orbs laid eyes on you, he was quick to leave the car and call out for you, “___cchi!” Unfortunately for him, you didn’t notice because you had your hands full with a student who was weeping at your feet. You tried to console him and apologize for the sudden outburst but you were already married. You let an exasperated sigh and crouched down to his level, “(b/n)-kun, student and teacher relationships are forbidden. Plus,” you paused and pointed toward your husband who was jogging toward you with a worried expression, “I have someone whom I love.” By the time Kise got to you, he asked if everything was alright. You assured him that everything was fine, so he reeled you in by the waist and greeted you with a peck on your temple, “___cchi I missed you.” The boy had beads of tears still resting in the corner of his eyes as he then pointed at Kise and declared, “I’ll definitely get Kise sensei,” just before he ran off back to the school, leaving Kise in a stunned state. You chuckled which had perked Kise’s interest, “Ne, ___cchi, what’s so funny?” The two of you began to make your way to the car, “(b/n)-kun reminds me of you from high school. Maybe I’ll transfer to a coed school instead next year,” you sighed. Kise turned around and scanned the crowd of students that were still left. Not a single female in sight, “W-what?! This is an all-boy’s school?!”

Akashi: Your redhead husband knew much of what you did, as well as where you worked. The fact that you were working in an environment swarming with males didn’t faze him. You were his and he was yours. But to his surprise, when he had come to pick you up, a student of yours was walking along with you to the front gates. You didn’t notice but Akashi did. The way the boy talked to you and the grin on his face all pointed to one thing: he liked you. “___,” your husband waved as he stepped out of the car. “Seijurou,” you smiled as you walked over to him to give him a peck on the cheek. His red orbs went from you to the boy. You introduced him as one of your top students and chatted amongst one another for a bit longer. Akashi gestured for you to get into the car first and once he had closed the door he turned his attention to the senior. “I would advise you stay away from ___,” he warned. The student gave him a mischievous grin, “You may be an adult but your age is far from intimidating.” He started walking away only to stop and turn to look at Akashi, “You better hold onto her tight. I have a thing for picking rare flowers, regardless whose garden it is,” he smirked and continued his way home. Akashi got in the car and let out an annoyed sigh, “He’s like a replica of me from high school. How troublesome.”

Kuroko: Like Akashi, Kuroko knew of your work place and its environment. He trusted you and you trusted him. It was till the day Kuroko picked you up from work was he little on edge. “____,” he called, startling you in the process. “Tetsuya, jeez you scared me,” you giggled. “Kuroko sensei,” a familiar voice called you from behind causing you to jump. “Jeez what’s with you guys scaring me out of nowhere,” you sighed, “What is it (b/n)-kun?” He began asking you questions regarding today’s lesson and homework and of course you helped him the best you could. He kept pressing questions and opinions. “I’m sorry (b/n)-kun, but I ought to head home,” you apologized as you begin looping your arms with Kuroko’s, “I think my husband has waited long enough. We’ll chat more tomorrow.” “No, my apologies Kuroko sensei. Have a good evening,” he bowed before vanishing from your sight. You turned to your bluenette husband and apologized on the wait only to receive a smile from him. “I think (b/n)-likes you, ___,” he commented. You cocked an eyebrow at him in confusion, “How can you tell with that stifled expression?” He chuckled softly, “I thought it was obvious. It’s kind of weird, he’s like my high school self. So I guess it makes sense that I can see past that expression of his.”

Murasakibara: Your lanky purple-haired husband waited for you patiently under the shade of a cherry blossom, happily munching on pocky while he waited for you. Through the strands of his hair, he saw you making your way to the gate accompanied by a student. “Mura sensei, why not,” one of your students asked as he towered behind you. You looked at him, getting more irritated by the second, “Because (b/n)-kun, we are teacher and student. Plus I’m married,” you held up your hand to show him the wedding ring that coiled around your ring finger. You spotted your husband watching you from behind the brick wall, “Atsushi,” you waved happily. Without you knowing, the senior’s expression quickly transitioned to a frown at the sight of your husband, crushing the sucker between his teeth. “___chin, you finished everything,” Murasakibara asked you as he finished the last pocky. You nodded and watched as his eyes averted to the student behind you, “Eh? Who are you?” You explained to him that this was one of your students, but kept to yourself that this was the one that fawned over you. But Atsushi could tell, “Mmm. Stay away from ___chin, or I’ll crush you,” he warned as he pulled you into his arms. The student looked at him with an irritated expression of his own, “I’ll definitely make Mura sensei mine,” he mumbled as he began sauntering away.

Midorima: Honestly, your carrot top husband felt unsettled after he heard you taking up a teacher position in an all boys school. But he would be the one to encourage you to do your best and support you all he can. The day he decided to pick you up from work, a disgusting feeling sat in the pit of stomach as he watched a spectacled student chat with you. Midorima stepped out of the car and began to walk over to you. “Midorima sensei, please take this,” he handed you a pair of chopsticks. “Eh? What’s this (b/n)-kun,” you asked as you observed the chopsticks. “It’s your lucky item for today. I had not gotten the chance to give it to you this morning,” he replied as a faint pink hue colored his cheeks. “___,” you turned to your husband, “Are you ready to go?” You looked at him with a warm smile and nodded, “This is surprise. Who’d think you would be let go early, Shintarou.” He pushed up the frame of his glasses then extended his hand to you, “Apparently we were overstaffed so they let me off early. Let’s go home.” You gladly took his hand turned back to your student for a brief second, “Thanks for the lucky item (b/n)-kun, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Midorima cocked an eyebrow at the boy who gave you a warm smile and asked him, “What’s your sign?” The student lifted the frame of his glasses back to place, “Cancer.” Your husband looked at him for a few seconds longer with his green orbs before taking you to the car, “Another Cancer, how tedious.”

Kagami: Your redheaded husband really didn’t say much about where you worked because work was work, not all the time do you get to choose where you worked and with who. He would definitely support you and would save you from boys who were trying to get their paws on you. When he picked you up from school, he noticed a senior walking along with you to the gate. “___,” Kagami greeted with a toothy smile which had you sending one back. “Taiga,” you went and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Who’s this,” he asked as he nodded toward the student. You introduced the two to one another and began chatting away. Kagami actually grew fond of the kid since they had similar hobbies. The senior checked his cell phone and looked at it with a startle, “Ah! I have practice. It was nice to meet you Mr. Kagami.” He turned around but only to turn back and march up to Kagami, locking his eyes with his. A red splitted eyebrow raised in curiosity, “What is it, (b/n).” The boy’s complexion slowly turned to a deep red, “I-I think you’re c-cool, but I definitely won’t l-lose to you when it comes to Kagami sensei,” he stuttered and then turning around and began sprinting toward the gym. You looked over at your husband who was blushing slightly, “Taiga,” you called. His face turned a darker shade as he reeled you into his arms, “The kid has guts but he’s gonna have to get past me first. It’s weird because it feels like I’m fighting against my old self,” he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

I hope everyone can see by now

that Donald Trump is not ‘stupid’ or ‘crazy’ – those are a smokescreen he uses to use people’s own smug satisfaction against them, and that’s how he won this election, and if you have any sense at all you’ll take it as the deadly serious thing it is, and not just laugh at “How can this guy go any further?” as he strips rights from every minority group in the country.

I kind of knew he’d won last night.

I wasn’t looking at the election results.  And the last I’d heard from anyone telling me anything about them, things were going Hillary’s way.

I didn’t trust that.

I didn’t trust it because before I went to bed, I looked around.

I hadn’t looked around in a good long while.  I’d been absorbed so much in NaNoWriMo that I hadn’t had a chance.  But I’m a few days ahead on my word count goals, so instead of frantically trying to get everything written by midnight, I’d already written what I was going to write, turned in my word count, and gotten ready for bed.

And then casually, without even thinking, I looked around.

I can’t tell you how I look around.  I can’t explain how it’s done.  I do it the same way I visit the redwood forest I lived out my infancy in on a regular basis, without ever leaving my apartment in Vermont.  It’s just something my brain does, a way I take in information.  It’s not the usual way, it doesn’t yield the usual results.  But it tracks well with what people doing things the usual way get – well enough that I think it’s just as reliable a way to pick up information about the world as any other, even if I can’t understand or properly explain it.

So I do my brain’s equivalent of looking out the window, looking at the country as a whole, without even thinking, I just do it…

…and I see something I’ve never seen before.

I’ve seen bad things before, mind you.  There’s bad things all over the landscape of America for anyone with any eyes to see it in this way.  The legacy of a country built on slavery and genocide can’t just be paved over and forgotten, it sticks like a disgusting kind of polluted muck on the ground, it won’t come off.  And I remember how things looked in Japan after the Fukushima disaster.  And so many other things going wrong in the world that when my mind even glances at them it can just see Bad written in capital letters all over the place.

But this one was different than most.

The best analogy I can find – and it’s only an analogy, mind you – is giants.  Like fairytale giants.

Walking over a dark landscape, tearing up the ground, throwing it around, killing people right left and center, causing chaos and mayhem of the worst sort.

I’ve never seen them before.  I don’t know what the fuck they are, in the real world.  I just know that’s what they looked like in my head as i looked out my window at the entire country (my window was actually behind me at the time, which doesn’t matter with this kind of looking).

I’m not always too open about this particular way of getting information about things.  I’ve found that sometimes it’s worse to be taken seriously for it than to be bullied and laughed at, if being taken seriously means having people put me on a weird kind of undeserved pedestal that’s just as creepy if not creepier than being bullied and taunted and called crazy.  It’s not about being crazy (that’s a totally different part of how my brain works, this if anything is one of the least crazy things about my brain) and it’s not special supernatural powers or something.  It’s just one of many ways that the human (and probably other species too) brain can get information about the world.  Sometimes it’s culturally accepted, sometimes it’s shunned, sometimes it’s put on a pedestal, but honestly it’s just one more way of sorting out information and it’s better at doing some things than the usual ways, worse at others, and should be considered on its own merits, not shunned or worshipped or anything extreme like that.

But whatever it is?  I’ve learned over the years what situations merit trusting it more, and what situations merit trusting it less.  And this is a situation that calls for trusting it more.  There may not be literally giants running around out there ripping up our landscape, but I would bet my life and everything dear to me that those giants are something real.  I don’t know what, and I am a little scared to know what, honestly.  But we’d better find out if we want to fight them.

This morning my kitten, Igor, woke me up by jumping on me and purring as usual.  I forgot to take my neck pillow off when i stood up to get out of bed, and instead of getting off me, Igor rode around on my neck pillow.  I asked him if he was planning on just riding around on that neck pillow all day and jumping on the backs of those giants to shred them with his claws or something.  I think a kitten could probably fight giants surprisingly well.

But all joking aside (and that’s not totally joking, I think kittens have a lot going for them at the moment, and he’s been very serious about something the past day or so, maybe just picking up on the tension of just about everyone around here – we all voted for Hillary and we’re all terrified of Trump) the giants are real, Trump is real, the danger is real, and Trump is cold, calculating, and terrifying to anyone who can see him with any kind of clarity.

And he’s had some kind of glamour going on that’s been fooling people into thinking he’s just a blowhard who doesn’t know what he’s doing, may even have something wrong with his brain, ha ha, don’t take him that seriously, so he can creep right into office under people’s noses.  You have to stop falling for that.  Have to.  The right wing in this country has been using that sort of bullshit to dupe you guys  into complacency for years, you have to wake up.  It’s bullshit, learn to sniff it out.  It really does stink.

And we need to learn what these giants are, and we need to fight them, and everyone capable of seeing through glamour has to work overtime at doing that and helping others to do it, in any way possible, because we have to see what’s really going on, not what he wants us to think is going on.  Or this nightmare will only get worse.

And speaking of nightmares, do not get me started on the kind of nightmares I had all night.  They were probably just as meaningful as the giants, and they weren’t remotely pleasant.  It was good to wake up to the cat.

Cats are good.  We need more exuberant ridiculous doofus Ravenclaw kittens with outsize brains and ridiculous ideas about the world, and fewer giants ripping everything to shreds.  All Igor ever rips to shreds are the paper towels.  Always the expensive ones, too.  But if that’s the worst he does, he’s not bad at all.  Frigging hell, I wish I was more surprised by this election result, but I wish even more that everyone else was less surprised, because everyone who is surprised by this is someone he and others like him and all those working with him, can fool again in the same way if you don’t watch out.  And this is going to have a body count.  If you’re not already awake, wake up now.  Please.  I saw this coming.  Many of my friends with similar ways of perceiving the world saw this coming – there’s something about us he hadn’t learned to slip past and fool, probably because there’s less of us and he wasn’t aiming at us? Whatever it is, FFS, please listen to people who saw this coming, whether through cold logical analysis of the situation or through looking out the window behind us at a bunch of fairytale giants ravaging the landscape of the entire country (I’m convinced there’s more detail that can be seen, but I can’t force myself to look no matter how hard I try).  You can learn from all of us, regardless of what cognitive styles caused us to be able to see this better than other people did.  And all of us, we need each other.

Most of all… if the systems that take care of people start getting dismantled, then people need to take care of people.  It’s like the part of Lacy J. Dalton’s song “This Ol’ Town”:

Well Bane was a farmer
Was a mean old man
Used to scream at us kids
Chase us off of his land

But you know last summer
Old Bane broke his arm
All the neighbors pitched in
And they painted his barn

That’s just the way that we live
In this ol’ town

There’s towns, and places much larger than towns, like that, all over this country.  Where it’s just a fundamental value that you help out your neighbor even if you hate his guts, because none of us could survive without each other.

And disabled people – people like me – are often the first to be considered utterly disposable by people like Trump (and secretly also by lots of left-wingers too, which is a big reason we’re often the first – too many people agree that we’re disposable, look at Britain, fucking look at Britain).  They gut the programs that take care of us, and if we don’t have family, we’d better damn well have neighbors that step up, or we are dead.  Literally dead.  Not figuratively.  Not in some imaginary world.  Dead.  In coffins and urns and whatever else the dead get put in these days.  Corpses.  We’re usually among the first, but we’re not usually the last, so everyone else needs to watch out too.  And never get complacent that disabled people, people of color, queer people, and everyone else who can become disposable, will become disposable, even more so than we already are.  (And never think that because we already are, it can’t get worse – it can always get worse.)

So wake up, and pay attention, and that’s one part of it.

But also, practice actual love and compassion for your fellow human beings, check in on your neighbors, set up systems to take the place of the government systems that may get dismantled, try to keep the government systems that keep us alive from getting dismantled in the first place, all of these things are important.  But the fundamental love and compassion is the most important of all, because that’s what will mean life or death for whoever gets targeted as disposable.  Whether we live or die will come down to whether you have it in you to think we’re important enough to keep alive, even if it means sacrificing things you would rather be doing right now.  Learn to live as people who value each other – who value everyone, whether you like them or not, and who act on you valuing of everyone, not just talk about it.  That’s the most important thing anyone can do to build up resistance to these giants, I suspect.  Love – practical love, not a vague fuzzy emotion but one of the deepest properties of the world enacted in your life in human terms – usually is the best thing to overcome evil.  And this is evil, there’s really no way around that.  So get to seeing it clearly, and get to loving all people in the most active and practical way you possibly can.  It’s the only chance a lot of us are going to have, it’s not like countries accept people for political asylum on the basis of ableism, because all countries that accept people for political asylum accept a deadly level of ableism as normal.  We can’t fight this all ourselves, and we can’t just leave, not unless we can prove to whatever country we’re fleeing to that we’re an asset to their economy that will offset the potential cost of our disabilities, and how many of us on SSI and other disability income can possibly do that?  See what I mean about accepting deadly levels of ableism as normal?

Anyway.  Wake up, certainly, but don’t despair, because that’s exactly where they want you and it’s no better than being oblivious.  Love and hope are both vital right now.  And you have to put everything you have into love anyway, if you want anything you do to turn out right, even in far less troubling times than this.  So love, love beautifully, love actively, love powerfully, but love.  It’s an action, and a power, not a feeling.

[And now I’ll go back to saving most of my writing ability for NaNoWriMo, but don’t think I’m keeping that separate from these issues either.  In fact, a lot of them are right at the heart of the novel i’m writing, even if it’s not obvious to everyone.]

Zombieland Starters
  • Who's Bill Murray?
  • I've never hit a kid before.
  • I mean, that's like asking who Gandhi is.
  • Who's Gandhi?
  • Oh, my God. Oh, my God, I can't believe I shot Bill Murray.
  • I don't think we're gonna be able to stitch this.
  • That's still tender.
  • You think you might pull through?
  • If it means anything now, I am so sorry. It was just instinctive.
  • It was my bad. I was never a very good practical joker.
  • So do you have any regrets?
  • I'm not great at farewells, so, uh, that'll do, pig.
  • That's the worst goodbye I've ever heard, and you stole it from a movie.
  • Time to nut up or shut up!
  • The first rule of Zombieland: Cardio. When the zombie outbreak first hit, the first to go, for obvious reasons... were the fatties.
  • So until next time, remember: Cardio, seat belts, and this really has nothing to do with anything, but a little sunscreen never hurt anybody.
  • Are you fucking with me?
  • You should actually limber up as well. Especially if we're going down that hill. It is very important.
  • I don't believe in it. You ever see a lion limber up before it takes down a gazelle?
  • Sno-Balls? Sno-Balls? Sno Balls? Where's the fucking Twinkies?
  • I love Sno-Balls.
  • I hate coconut.
  • Oh, this Twinkie thing, it ain't over yet.
  • They're in the back, aren't they?
  • I'm really sorry. She was like a crouching tiger...
  • You got taken hostage by a 12 year old?
  • Well, girls mature faster than boys. She's way ahead of where I was at that age.
  • Don't kill me with my own gun.
  • You see? You just can't trust anyone. The first girl I let into my life and she tries to eat me.
  • You are like a giant cock-blocking robot, like, developed in a secret fucking government lab.
  • I don't mean to gush. This is so surreal.
  • On behalf of all the eighth grade girls, I would like to dance with you.
  • Have you heard about Pacific Playland? There are no zombies there.
  • You're thinking about fucking ___!
  • Let's play the quiet game.
  • Have you never played the quiet game?
  • Finally got to first base. Not bad for that scrawny little spit-fuck.
  • Shit! fuck!
  • Oh, America. I wish I could tell you that this was still America, but I've come to realize that you can't have a country without people. And there are no people here. No, my friends. This is now the United States of Zombieland.
  • Take away a man's son, you've truly given him nothing left to lose.
  • I haven't cried like that since "Titanic."
  • You know there's a place untouched by all this crap?
  • You wanna feel how hard I can punch?
  • It's amazing how quickly things can go from bad to total shit storm.
  • That guy down there... is me. I'm in Garland, Texas. And it may look like zombies destroyed it, but that's actually just Garland.
  • You're not a zombie, you're talking and... You're okay?
  • When ___ goes Hulk on a zombie, he sets the standard for "not to be fucked with".
  • You almost knocked over your alcohol with your knife.
  • Hey, for fuck's sake, enough already! We are being chased by ravenous freaks. Like we don't have enough problems. Oh, they stole my hummer. Oh, we have trust issues. Well get over it! We can't just fucking drive down the road playing I Spy or some shit for two hours like four normal-ass Americans? Fuck me.
  • Are you one of these guys that tries to one-up everybody else's story?
  • Hey, a little help with movin' the couch. We're makin' a fort.
  • Yeah, I shave every morning but sometimes by like 4: 30 I'll have a thing. I mean, I know it's called a five o'clock shadow but sometimes I'll get it prematurely.
  • My mama always told me someday I'd be good at something. Who'd a guessed that something'd be zombie-killing?
  • I'm not easy to get along with, and I'm sensing you're a bit of a bitch.
  • Fuck this clown.
  • Fasten your seat belts. This is going to be a bumpy ride.
  • Thank God for rednecks!
  • The plague of the 21st Century, remember mad cow disease? Well mad cow became mad person became mad zombie.
  • It's a fast acting virus that leaves you with a swollen brain, a raging fever, makes you hateful and violent and leaves you with a really bad case of the munchies.
  • You see, that why i don't let people close, you only get burned.
Heathers the musical - Sentence Starters
  • I believe I'm a good person.
  • This ain't no high school, this is the thunderdome.
  • I know life can be beautiful.
  • Things will get better as soon as I get my letter from Harvard, Duke, or Brown.
  • You're on jiffy pop detail.
  • You're a high school has bin waiting to happen.
  • They are solid Teflon.
  • Grow up, bulimia is so '87.
  • I crave a boon.
  • Shut up Heather!
  • If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves.
  • You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?
  • Honey whatcha waiting for?
  • Welcome to my candy store.
  • Maybe sesame street is on.
  • Why, when you see guys fight, does it look so horrible but feel so right?
  • Could you face the crowd,?
  • Could you be seen with me and still act proud?
  • I would fight for you, if you would fight for me.
  • You can set my broken bones and I know CPR.
  • Woah, you can punch real good.
  • You've lasted longer than I though you would.
  • If some night you're free, wanna fight for me?
  • My dad keeps to suitcases packed in the den.
  • It seems every time I'm about to despair, there's a 7/11 right there.
  • Freeze your brain.
  • Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?
  • I learned to cook pasta, learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent.
  • When the voice in your head says you're better off dead, don't open a vein, just freeze your brain.
  • It's time for big fun.
  • So it's salt, then lime, then shot.
  • You need a jello shot!
  • The demon queen of high school has decreed it.
  • Monday 8 am I will be deleted.
  • 30 hours to live, how shall I spend them?
  • I could change my name and ride up to Seattle.
  • I'm a dead girl walking.
  • See I've decided I must ride you til I break you.
  • You're my last meal on death row.
  • I'm hot and pissed and on the pill.
  • So the world's unfair, keep it locked out there.
  • No sleep tonight for you, better chug that Mountain Dew.
  • I learned to kiss boys with my tongue.
  • It weighed like a concrete prom queen crown.
  • No one sees the me inside of me.
  • Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply.
  • They couldn't see past my rock star mystique.
  • Maybe I can help the world by leaving.
  • She didn't mean to be a snatch.
  • I'm bigger than John Lennon.
  • She's the horse I never got for Christmas.
  • You've got a left hand, use it.
  • You make my balls so blue, they're hanging sadly.
  • They made you cry, but that will end tonight.
  • You're the only thing that's right about this broken world.
  • Our love is god.
  • Free pussy, and we don't even have to buy it a pizza.
  • We can start and finish wars.
  • We're what killed the dinosaurs.
  • They died because god said they must.
  • I worship you.
  • I'd trade my life for yours.
  • So lets go hunt some jocks.
  • What the fuck have you done?
  • I love my dead gay son.
  • We don't choose who lives or dies.
  • Lets me normal, see bad movies, sneak a beer, and watch tv.
  • Can't we be seventeen?
  • Don't stop looking in my eyes.
  • I wanna be with you tonight.
  • Yeah we're damaged, badly damaged but your love's too good to lose.
  • You're the one I choose.
  • Shine a light.
  • Let in sunlight and your pain will disappear.
  • In the sixties, love was free. That did not work out well for me.
  • Cold, clammy, and crowded. The people smell desperate.
  • Everyone's pushing, everyone's fighting.
  • If I say the wrong thing or wear the wrong outfit, they'll throw me over the sides.
  • Still, the weakest must go.
  • Stupid childproof caps!
  • You don't deserve to live.
  • You whine all night.
  • At naptime, once we shared a mat.
  • I watched him dream for nearly half an hour.
  • Then he woke up.
  • My kindergarten boyfriend and I...and a horse with wings.
  • Certain boys are just for kindergarten, certain girls are meant to be alone.
  • Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.
  • Still, you've earned that red scrunchie.
  • I've experienced everything you're going through right now.
  • You don't know what my world looks like.
  • Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.
  • You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead.
  • One, two –– fuck it!
  • Please don't leave me alone.
  • You were all I could trust.
  • I wanted someone strong who could protect me.
  • I let his anger fester and infect me.
  • No one here deserves to die.
  • It's one more dance and then farewell.
  • This little thing? I'd hardly call it a bomb.
  • I wish your mom had been a little stronger.
  • I wish your dad were good.
  • I wish we'd met before they convinced you life was war.
  • I am damaged, far too damaged, but you're not beyond repair.
  • Please stand back now...little further.
  • Hope you miss me, wish you'd kissed me.
  • Say hi to God.
  • You look like hell.
  • War is over, brand new sheriff's come to town.
  • My date for the pep rally kind of blew...me off.
  • Are there any happy endings?
  • We can be seventeen.
  • If no one loves me now, someday someone will.
  • One day we'll change the world, but lets kick back tonight.
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Another good video of a tegu exhibiting some different behaviors, this time showing trust in his humans companion! This is a pet tegu and he’s exhibiting a very different kind of stress than the wild one. This is a lizard who is curious in his new environment but also a bit nervous- which is totally expected! It’s a new place! He becomes more comfortable in his setting- you’ll see the tongue flicking, the alertness, the curiosity- but then you’ll also see him returning to his owner for comfort and trying to climb his person’s legs. When in a new environment, tegus will often seek out something familiar and safe. In this guy’s case, he’s not all that upset by the park- you don’t see any of the high stress behaviors or even the stress behavior of blocking the visual stimuli- but he might be feeling a little overwhelmed to the new sights and sounds, and so he returns to his owner for safety and reassurance. This is a lizard that really trusts the people he’s with! One of the great things about owning a tegu is the sort of bond they can form with their owners. It’s not at all the loyalty you get from a dog, but it’s a very powerful thing on its own to earn the trust of a big lizard. 

I also want to call attention to the type of leash used in this video. It’s not very good for tegus. The strings can really dig into their skin, especially if they’re on the larger side like this gentleman here. These are also relatively easy to escape if your lizard is determined. These leashes work much better for smaller lizards! Something with a little more padding is better- a small dog harness works really well! If you have a tegu, it’s always best to get them harness-trained before going to the park. Start by putting on the harness for just a few minutes a day to get them used to the feeling of it, then advance to feeding them in the harness so that they start to associate it with rewards. 

anonymous asked:

Hobodad/Babysitter!Max: We all know Cheedo was the first one to call Max "Hobodad," but after that who felt like babysitter Max started becoming Dad Max? (It's not really a prompt, I guess, but it could be? It depends on how the inspiration takes you.)

I like to think that after The Great Flu Epidemic they all warmed up to him a little bit.

It’s still hard for them to trust him entirely, because men have done terrible things to them and Max, whatever else he may be, is still a man.

But Furiosa likes him, and they like him with Furiosa, and there is the very real possibility that he could marry Furiosa. And Cheedo, who is scared of everyone and everything for a while after the adoption, likes him a lot, and that makes the girls trust him. He goes from being their weird babysitter to a family member, but he’s still not Dad, not yet. 

It’s somewhere between the drives to school blasting the Spice Girls (who they all love, even Max) and the way he makes their lunches without them having to ask and the dogs he’s always taking in and how he always knows exactly where they left their shoes or jackets and how he gets them all into pro-wrestling and the late night one-on-one talks he has with them about boys (and girls) and the future and what if I’m not good enough? (Of course you are.) that they start to think yeah…he’s almost like a dad.

But it isn’t until he and Furiosa get married (a short and sweet ceremony with one of the Vuvalini officiating) that Cheedo comes up to him, shyly, and asks if she’s allowed to call him her Dad now. Not just her Hobo-Dad, which she accidentally called him before and just kept saying, but her Real and True Dad. And he tries so hard to keep a blank face when he tells her she can call him whatever she wants.

And it catches on. He picks up Dag from school one day and she proudly announces to the other kids, “I have to go, my dad is here.” Capable calls him from a friend’s house to ask if she can stay for a little bit longer and when he says sure, she gushes, “Thanks, Dad!” They’re having dinner (lasagna with garlic bread) when Toast absentmindedly asks “Dad, can you pass me the bread?”

But Angharad has always been a little slower to warm up than the others. She’s the oldest and remembers the most what men can do, and even if she likes Max, he’s not her dad. Not yet. That’s okay with Max–he’s just happy she doesn’t hate him anymore.

They’ve just helped Angharad move into her dorm and are saying their goodbyes when Max becomes the only one who hasn’t said goodbye yet. She steps forward to hug him, squeezing her arms around him and burying her face in his chest, and mumbles, “Thanks, Dad. For everything.”

Furiosa has to drive home because Max is too emotional.

“Dad, are you crying?” Cheedo wants to know.

"Clarke"

Something I’ve noticed about Lexa is that she tends to use Clarke’s name. A lot. Certainly much more than she needs to.  And when she says it there’s always an emphasis, as if it’s not just a natural part of her sentences.  She says it as if it’s a strange but beautiful thing that she wants to hold.

I like to think she probably gets a kick out of Clarke calling her by name, especially since no one else does that, and she wants Clarke to enjoy hearing her own name being said too.

It’s especially obvious when she’s letting her guard down a little.  Things like “I do trust you, Clarke.”  It doesn’t flow.  She’s making a specific effort to say it.  'Clarke’ is a one syllable name but she seems to hold onto every piece of it as she says it.  Like that’s as close as she can allow herself to actually holding Clarke herself.

For now, anyway.

Who We Are In The Dark

Summary: Dipper’s thoughts are still tormented by what he saw that day in Great Uncle Ford’s study, and now its filtered into his dreams. Now that he can’t trust his hero, is there anyone left he can trust?

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Rating: G

Words: 1,920

A/N: Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever actually posted a fic on Tumblr before. Anyway, I got inspired by TLM and whipped up this little thing. Sibling togetherness between our favorite little round-cheeked twins. Nothing special. Enjoy!


“Pine Tree?! Is that what you were going to call me?!”

“Trust no one, trust no one, trust no one…”

And upright he sat once again, sweat dotting his hairline. What had it been, like three days? And this was still haunting him? Dipper rose from his damp pillow and stared down at his lap covered by a patched quilt Stan had let him use for his attic bedroom. Great Uncle Ford was downstairs. Asleep. Or maybe up super early to work on something in the basement. He wasn’t up to anything bad. He wasn’t Bill. That was a long time ago, way before Dipper was born. Nothing was wrong with Ford. He’s the Author. The one he’d been dying to meet all summer. He couldn’t be up to something. He couldn’t be.

But what if he is?

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anonymous asked:

i think a lot of people in the pjo fandom tends to forget that percy has a knack of cheering people except for himself and that annabeth fell for percy because of his heart not because of his looks and abilities...

I…I don’t know if people necessarily forget that Percy is compassionate. Its more like that quality seems to be lost behind his snark, despite his gentle compassion being what I would say is the key feature of his character. His fatal flaw is caring too much, specifically for those closest to him. And it doesn’t sound like much of a flaw right away, but we all know that forming intense attachments and lacking the ability to let go of them or put them below the greater good can have disastrous consequences for everyone. Athena has certainly warned Percy enough times that he’ll destroy the world some day if he doesn’t learn to control his actions and emotions.

That being said, what’s always stuck out to me the most about Percy is his trust and belief in others. He’s a lover at heart, not a fighter. When another character around him is feeling down he’s usually the first to touch their shoulder and ask “Hey, are you okay?” even if said character wasn’t being very kind to him a few moments ago. He’s the first to hold out his hand to an enemy or traitor and give them another chance, a fair chance, to prove if they can be good or not. Percy is strong its true but he’s also in touch with his emotions. Unlike Annabeth who tends to wear a tough façade, he’s more prone to wear his heart on his sleeve which is what leads her to grumble things like “Percy is too nice” when that trust backfires. He chokes up at little things sometimes, like when he’s frustrated or a friend is sticking up for him. He flat out cries at other things, like losing his mother and hugging his father for the first time. And he blushes pretty much all the time (and its absolutely adorable but I digress). Percy loves to help people and make them feel good. He supports the underdogs and even goes out of his way to help strangers sometimes. He doesn’t aspire to be the leader and call the shots, but to cooperate with a group and listen to what everyone else has to say.

I mean I could list so many specific examples from the books it would take forever haha His entire character is so heavily influenced by his compassion. Its what leads him to befriend Grover, the weird scrawny looking kid at school, before The Lightning Thief begins and continue to stick up for him when bullies give him a hard time. Its what leads him to becoming friends with Annabeth, who basically does everything at first to push him away and shut him out and be cold and still Percy is determined to be her friend and sympathize with her—which is exactly what ends up happening. Its what leads him to trusting Luke and being totally blind to his bad side, befriending Tyson a year later and sticking up for him and other “loser” kids at his new school, trusting Clarisse enough to take the Golden Fleece back to camp despite how she harasses him. Its how he becomes best friends with Rachel, learns to understand Thalia, forgives Bianca di Angelo, and makes it his priority to protect Nico di Angelo at all costs—even if that means lying to Chiron. Its why he saves Ethan Nakumara only to be returned by nearly being stabbed in the back and later saved when Ethan sacrifices himself to help Percy beat Kronos. Its why Percy is so set on destroying Luke and then hands Luke the dagger and watches him kill himself through blurry eyes, why he honors Luke’s last dying request after that and turns down being a God. And these are only a couple examples from the first series.

Percy’s exactly like the sea, he can be gentle and helpful and smiling but also fierce and angry and powerful. On the surface he seems pretty optimistic most of the time and tries to communicate his belief in others that they’re important and matter and everything is going to be okay eventually. But he doesn’t do a good job of communicating that wisdom to himself and underneath the surface the waters are deep and dark. He knows what its like to not be treated nicely, to not be given a fair chance, to not be accepted, which is why he tries so hard to make sure nobody else ever feels that way. His personal attachments are strong and sometimes lead him to making bad or otherwise selfish decisions, but its this very compassion which is world-threatening that usually also ends up saving the day.

anonymous asked:

Wait can you tell us about that Chat Noir being turned into a cat idea you mentioned? Really curious about what the twist is! If you don't want to it's fine though

hehe I’ll try and give a bullet point version but this is the thing that i talked about for like thirty straight minutes so i might forget some stuff. @panda013 @miraculousturtle @ladybugandblackchat and anyone else who might have been in that call can fill in details if they remember, or tag people who were in the call

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering, what is Crypto? What can cause it and how can you tell if a leo has it? Is it easily preventable? (I saw that little baby Brook(?) post and it's got me thinking about my babies and I just like to make sure my knowledge is up to date, I forget things easily and I don't trust random websites on the internet, rather come to someone I'm sure they know what they're talking about, aka you XD)

Hello! c:


Crypto is short for ‘Cryptosporidiosis’.  It’s caused by a single-celled organism, a parasite called ‘Cryptosporidium varanii’ (although some older literature refers to it as ‘saurophilum‘). 


It’s VERY easily transferred between reptiles because the oocyst (sort of an egg) of this parasite can last for years and very little can kill it.  When the oocyst is eaten by another reptile, it comes out of hibernation and wrecks havoc.  Very little can kill the oocyst.  For hobbyists, we only have a few choices: ammonia, steam, or just throwing out everything that’s infected.  Crypto can wipe out entire collections.  This is why quarantine is essential for new animals.


Crypto lives in the small intestine of infected animals and starts to damage the walls.  The small intestine is where most of nutrition absorption actually takes place.  As the cells are damaged, the animal stops being able to absorb food, which leads to diarrhea.  This chronic malnutrition leads to very rapid weight loss and a condition called ‘stick tail’ (which is just a very skinny tail).


There’s no cure for crypto.  It will eventually kill any reptile it infects.  Most infections come from pet store populations since most of their animals come from large-scale breeders (like puppy mills for geckos) and aren’t quarantined. 


So here’s a run-down of the symptoms again:

  • Chronic diarrhea
  • Rapid weight loss
  • Chronic stomach/intestine infections
  • Extremely smelly stools that have a cottage cheese consistency and a lot of mucus
  • Lethargy and weakness (an animal who is lying down flat all the time)
  • Anorexia
  • Large dark blue or black spots in the gecko’s belly
  • Regurgitation of shed skin
  • Loss of muscle tone in the legs, especially the hind legs


Prevention is best achieved with a good quarantine.  When you get a new animal, ideally it will be kept in an entirely different room for 3 months.  Take care of this animal LAST to make sure you’re not transferring anything nasty from it to your current animals.  Wash your hands after handling/feeding the new animal. Basically, just keep it as far away from your other reptiles as possible.


It’s diagnosed by a fecal test, but you have to request it specifically because it can be hard to detect.  It often hides behind other infections as well, since the immune system is lowered. Avian Biotech does mail tests if a vet can’t perform them.