just pretend theyre not

honestly like low income people know when theyre eating unhealthy food and its so patronizing to pretend that theyre just ‘uneducated’, there is really nobody out there thinking a big mac is healthy, it’s just that choices are limited and life is hard enough without preparing several time & labor intensive meals as an hourly worker

Lotor: my apologies, am I distracting you?

Keith: no.

Lotor: no?

Keith: yes.

Lotor: Yes?

Keith: NO-

anonymous asked:

Could you write something where they try to see how long it takes scott to realize that theyre just pretending to date but then they realize that theyre not really pretending please and thank you!!

ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10756875

“I’m bored,” Stiles sighed.

“Hi bored, I’m Derek.”

“God that was literally a dad joke Derek. You’re the worst.”

Derek hummed in response, still not looking up from his laptop.

“I’m serious though I’m bored. Let’s do something.”

“Like what? Walk to the park and enjoy the weather?”

“Jesus Derek, you’re approaching Grandpa territory now. No, I mean like, a project or something.”

“A puzzle?” Derek suggested.

“Seriously Derek? No, we’re not going to put a puzzle together. I was thinking a long-term project. Let’s prank the pack.”

“The pack is 99% wolves, how are you going to trick them?”

“Scott may be a wolf but he’s still as oblivious as always. Please please please help me prank him,” Stiles practically whined, bouncing around the room.

Derek knew he would never say no to Stiles. Stiles could literally ask him for anything and Derek knew he would give it to him without a doubt.

“Fine. What do you have in mind?”

Stiles paced around the room for a bit until stopping in his tracks, sending Derek a grin that only meant that Derek would regret saying yes.

“Pretend dating.”

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anonymous asked:

i love the idea of like? bruce and arthur both being really buff and intimidating so sometimes when they hang out around other ppl they just stand against the wall with their arms crossed and pretend to glare at everyone but in actuality theyre just talking abt cute shit their kids did

i really like to think hal and barry talk about how those two are on their own world and hal talks about how those two are probably having a brood-off contest and like bruce is outright an asshole to hal but arthur is nicer but still he does that Smirk that means he knows something but he won’t tell you because he, too, is an asshole, but he’s a Friendly one. and that thing they won’t tell is whatever the hell they do. 

but that is that.. bruce just tells arthur about how robin and red hood have recently started working together again and it’s adorable and he’s showing arthur pictures of them pretending he’s talking to him about a strategy. 

bruce: i have to upkeep this silent persona, this vigilante of justice, a lone wolf ready to take on the world, a dark knight,

arthur, eating chips and still holding a picture of batgirl bruce handed him: a’ight


harry styles as food: skalický trdelník, a sweet pastry from skalica, slovakia (it’s even a protected geographical indication). its name comes from trdlo - the wooden tool around which is the dough wrapped during cooking. coincidentally, the word trdlo has also another meaning in slovak language - it means dork.

Yuuri’s sure if it got even a degree colder, his balls would end up bluer than the goddamn sky.

“O-o-of all the t-t-times, wh-why now?” he stutters, stuffing his hands further into his track suit pockets. Any deeper and he might just rip a hole through the material, but Yuuri couldn’t care less. It’s freezing, and he knows as night falls, it’s only about to get colder.

He’s no stranger to harsh weather- Hasetsu has hit him with ridiculously hot summers and chilly winters, but Russia’s cold bites in a way no other place ever has. Yuuri’s spent a majority of his life in an ice skating rink, but the sheer amount of pain he feels at the moment is unnatural. No amount of exposure to ice could possibly prepare him for this.

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

It’s a familiar voice, the anger and stubbornness a comfort that cuts through the fog in Yuuri’s brain. He never would’ve thought Yurio’s voice would be a source of such happiness, but it is.

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