President Donald Trump attempted to get former FBI Director James Comey to kill the investigation into former National Security Adviser Michael Flynn, according to a new report from the New York Times.
The Times report cites a memo written by Comey shortly after his conversation with Trump.
The Times reported parts of the memo were read to one of its reporters by a source identified as one of Comey’s associates.
“I hope you can see your way clear to letting this go, to letting Flynn go,” Trump allegedly told Comey. “He is a good guy. I hope you can let this go.”
The Times described the memo as “part of paper trail Mr. Comey created documenting what he perceived as the president’s improper efforts to influence a continuing investigation.”
The White House denied the allegation in a statement to the Times,saying the account relayed to the paper is “not a truthful or accurate portrayal of the conversation between the president and Mr. Comey.” Read more (5/16/17 6 PM)
1. Flashpoint makes Len never join the Legends/ leave them halfway
2. Reverse Flash plucking him from timeline
3. Being “scattered” across time like the legends were at the beginning of S2
4. Lazarus Pit
5. Mr. Mxyzptlk and his 5th dimensional reality warping powers
6. Legends plucking Leonard out of timeline
7. Speedster yanking him away before he “dies”
8. Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff
Ways they brought back Leonard Snart:
I really like aliens so I’ll go ahead and rate my little boys
He looks cute and kind of nice, this shows that aliens do come in piece, the gradient effect gives a 3 D S P A C E P I N B A L L feel which is a nice touch. 4/5. He’s really nice, someone give him live stock for his planet.
I’m not sure Google is aware of the popular conception of aliens, but maybe they know something we don’t???? The colors are flat, something that in most cases is not bad, but this time it is, he seeks intelligent life yet he looks as he has no life at all. 1/5.
He’s conventionally attractive and happy for some reaon, I’d let him make patterns in my crops, the T H I C C lines are not the best idea but the glow in his eyes are perfect. Not the best desing choices but I can deal with it. 3/5.
Isn’t this the most visually pleasing gradient ever made by human kind? But not for this guy, he looks like he’s dying cuz can’t breath our oxygen, poor fellow, also his face looks strange, he might as well be Mr. Burns. 3/5. Looks really smug and I bet this kid thinks he’s the smartest guy in the class.
Straight out of the uncanny valley, the face you’d expect to see from a badly written creepypasta edited over an old photo that’s supposed to possess you, looks scary, creepy and offsetting but not in the nice way aliens are supposed to look. Please deport him to his planet. 0/5. Save your children from LG cellphones.
Look at this guy, like LOOK at This gUY!! His cute smile, this lime boy looks so mischievous, probably on space Santa’s naughty children list. The lines, the colors and the E D G E S are so pleasing to the eyes. 5/5. I’d let this guy invade my planet any day and eradicate all sentient matter without hesitation.
He’s scary, creepy and offsetting in the nice way aliens are supposed to be, the soulless eyes and the grey color blend so nice together making him intimidating and also hypnotizing. 5/5. Please take me away with you and use me as a guinea pig for your nefastus plots.
The colors looks like he’s from a flash animation and his face of utter disgust makes him unpleasant, I’ll take him with my leader because I don’t wanna deal with him. 3/5. You might be ugly, but you’re the designated emoji for most of my chats.
He’s minimalistic and cute, this grey buddy is my friend, please hug him and treat him nicely, he just want diplomatic relations with our planet, give him love and natural resources, he deserves them. 4/5.
This guy is not an alien, he’s a light outlet. He’s nice and is probably that one cousin they sit with you on family gatherings, not because you get along, but because they want you to keep him from doing something stupid like breaking a bowl or causing a nuclear holocaust. 2/5. Sorry Kyle, I’m not your baby sister.
5 Times Pie Would Have Saved the Day in Classic Literature
It is a truth universally acknowledged that pie is beautiful and delicious, and classic novels are full of characters gritting through their complicated, difficult lives. But what if these characters had a heartwarming slice of pie? Things could have been very different…
1. Captain Ahab. Was ever a man more in need of a slice of coconut cream pie? Like the giant whale Moby Dick, coconut cream pie is large and white, but far less likely to induce unholy fury and a life-shattering revenge spree. Plus, Ahab would have to sail to some beautiful tropic isle to obtain the requisite coconuts, and a balmy tropic vacation could only do good things for his chilly temper.
2. Scarlett O’Hara. This feisty Southern belle has demonstrated time and again that she won’t give her heart away easily. The only solution to her inevitable loneliness is a cherry pie as bold, classic, and all-American as Scarlett herself.
3. Dorian Gray. Rich, dreamy, and devilishly smooth. Are we describing Dorian Gray or a chocolate silk pie? You don’t know, and that’s why they’re the perfect match. Perhaps if Dorian had been able to channel the passions of his youth into eating chocolate pies, he wouldn’t have turned out as dark and bitter as a Ghiradelli 86% cacao bar. Just sayin’.
4. Miss Havisham. Jilted at the altar. Left alone with her misery in a rotting home. Surrounded for years by reminders of her thwarted romance. This woman needs some SUNSHINE in her life, for goodness’ sake! No pie is better suited to the task than a cheery lemon meringue. Its pillowy meringue, sunny yellow curd, and buttery crust are enough to make anyone clear out the cobwebs and start spring cleaning.
5. Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. Look, man. We know you tried. But heading into a proposal with the general game plan of “Insult family, point out her inferiority, bring up class difference, overwhelm her with ardent love” was a pretty poor strategy, all things considered. Imagine how things might have gone over with Elizabeth B. if you had shown up, casually, with a steaming rhubarb pie. You could have told her her that the bold tartness of the rhubarb reminds you of her stinging wit, but that you believe she could also be subtly sweet. Things could have gone so much better for you, Darcy.
But, since you botched the first proposal attempt, maybe you should go practice swimming in the lake at Pemberley. Don’t ask us why.
My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
As a bona fide crazy cat lady it was only so long until I was compelled to make a cute kitty of some kind. I’ve previously made Luna and Artemis dolls in the Pokemon style, but wanted to do something with a bit more of an animal shape. I had a custom order last year for a cat character that gave me the perfect oppurtunity!
Meet Ser Pounce-a-Lot! The original custom order had tiny little armour as well, but this is just the plain ol’ cat version, since it’s a little less time consuming. I also remade Luna and Artemis using the same style, and am thinking about trying out a Jiji next!
This pattern is super simple, though sometimes creating the small tube-like legs and tail can be a bit of a pain. Find the pattern below the cut!
Loved your cranscott story...if you have time could you do one of Scott taking care of a sick Billy
“YOU HAVE HOMEWORK DUE TODAY THAT YOU HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED,” I tell myself as I ignore all responsibilities and write this instead.
(I went a little off track but here you go, anon~~)
Billy didn’t show up at school that day. He didn’t text or message anything and frankly, when Jason showed up outside his house, he was a little worried that Mrs. Cranston would look him up and down and say her son had left that morning and she hadn’t seen him since.
The others were on standby. Kimberly had a tutoring session, Trini had to pick up her brothers and Zack wanted to check in on his mom before they all went down to mine for a quick training session.
“He’s probably just stuck on something,” Trini had said quietly when Jason had pulled her to the side at lunch. “You know how he gets.”
Jason did and that’s what worried him. Billy didn’t always focus on the safety side of things and Jason didn’t want to head home to find the news playing some story about poor Billy Cranston found dead somewhere.
Jason jiggled his leg agitated as he heard Mrs. Cranston come to the door. They’d been clear. Ever since Billy vanished off on his own to find yet another overtly powerful object and almost got himself killed, if anything related to a mission, he was supposed to tell them and he wasn’t supposed to go off anywhere without informing someone, even if it was just his mom or Alpha 5.
Mrs. Cranston opened the door and she smiled widely as always when she cocked her head back and yelled, “Billy! Jason Scott is here to see you!” She gestured inwards with her head. “Come in, come in.”
Thankful, Jason smiled as he stepped inside. “Uh, I didn’t see Billy at school today. Is everything okay?”
Mrs. Cranston sighed as she walked down the thin hallway to the basement door. “Oh, he just has a little cold is all, dear.”
Jason relaxed heavily. “Oh! But he’s fine, right?” he pressed and Mrs. Cranston gave him a knowing smile.
“Of course, Jason.” She pulled open Billy’s door. “He’s just sleeping it off.” Her voice turned a little sour as she glanced down the stairs to the basement. “He better be.”
Jason laughed gently. “I’ll make sure he’s not doing anything he shouldn’t be.”
She smiled warmly and nodded. “Thank you. Do you want some cookies?”
“Ah, no thank you, Mrs. Cranston. I’m good.” Jason nodded jerkily as he shifted down the staircase and hopped to the landing of the basement. Above him the door eased shut with a sounding click.
Billy was sprawled out in his bed, bundled up tight underneath all his blankets. He moved his head to the sound of noise and frowned. “Jason?”
His voice had the rough flare of a cough in it and Jason immediately chucked off his bags and moved to him, crouching beside his low bed. “Hey, you okay? Your mom said you were sick.”
“It’s just-” Billy groaned and shook his head. “-a cold.” He scowled bitterly. “I don’t like being sick, Jason. It makes me full in my head. Not in my stomach and I don’t like it.” His voice bled out into a whine. “I can’t think!”
Jason snorted. “Yeah, I know, Billy.” His phone buzzed in his pocket.
Trini’s name blinked in the group chat. You at his place yet?
Jason huffed as he texted out, Yeah, he’s just sick.
The typing bubble popped up in the corner and then Zack, and Jason could hear his crazy-man laughter, said, Take care of your man, Jason!! Kiss him to health!! BE HIS PRINCE!!!!
The tongue emoji followed in three sets of five.
Jason resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose as he typed out, Shut up, Zack.
How is he? Kimberly asked.
Jason glanced up at Billy who was watching him patiently. “Kim’s asking how you are.”
Billy made a vague noise and stuck out a hand from under the swaddle of blankets that conformed around him. “Sick,” he said plainly. “Stuffy, full up in my head and in my nose and my throat and it’s so disgusting, Jason.” He grasped for something. Without thinking, Jason gripped his hand. It was clammy but not cold. Billy didn’t push him away. “Can you make me better, Jason?”
Jason laughed. “I’m not sure how. These things just have to run their course.”
“But what if we need-” And here Billy dropped his voice to hoarsest whisper possible. “-to fight someone and we can’t form Megazord because I’m not there to be the leg! I can’t be sick when people are dying, Jason! That’s not fair! I need to be the leg! I am the leg!”
“Billy, Billy, breathe, okay?” He glanced down at his phone. He’s not for being sick but he’s the same. Jason set his phone to the side and swept his free hand over Billy’s face. His forehead was a little warmer than it should’ve been. “You have to focus on getting better, okay? You’re not just the leg.” He smiled. “You’re our friend and we want you to get better first.”
Billy stared at him unblinkingly for a few seconds. “But I don’t want to be your friend.”
Jason frowned. “What?”
Dropping Jason’s hand, Billy pushed up weakly, still somehow buddled up like a burrito in his blankets. “And I am the leg. And we need all five of us to form and to fight and what if I don’t get better?” Billy buried his face in his blankets. “Aghh.”
“Billy, I-” Jason closed his eyes. “What do you mean you don’t want to be my friend?”
“I told you already!” Billy said and he was falling forward, arms spinning out of his blankets as he reached for Jason’s phone. Jason surged up because, well, frankly there were a few little messages he’d written about Billy that he’d rather the other boy not read. Billy hustled around and Jason banged into his back.
“Billy, give me back my phone.”
“Shh, I’m trying to find it,” Billy mumbled. “Cause I sent it this morning and I told you all I was sick and I asked Trini if she could get me my chemistry notes- Did she? She didn’t respond back but I’ve been sleeping all day and I can’t find my phone but I know I sent it to her and all the other stuff to you guys and I told you too so I don’t know why it’s not-”
Jason snatched his phone from Billy’s grip and breathed. “Billy, you didn’t send us anything this morning. I meand, if I’d known you were sick, I would’ve brought soup or something!”
Billy twisted his head back and stared at him. “Then how did you know I was sick?”
“I asked your mom!”
“Oh.” Billy frowned. “Huh.” Bulkily he shifted around to face Jason. “So Trini didn’t get me my chemistry notes?”
“I don’t think so, Billy. But that’s-”
Billy was up and moving, wobbly on his legs but still moving. “I put it over here last night…”
“Billy!” Jason shouted, grabbing him by the shoulders. “What are you doing? You need to rest!”
Billy ducked out from under his grip and almost fell over. “I think I sent it to Zack. He told you to kiss me so he must know because obviously kissing someone isn’t going to heal them and I know I sent it to someone and you guys are the only people in my contacts. Well, I mean, my mom is there and my dad’s old number too but- WOAH!” Billy’s arms slung around Jason’s neck. “Jason, put me down!”
“I will,” Jason hissed, walking back over to Billy’s bed and dumping him unceremoniously back onto the bed. He grabbed Billy’s fallen blankets and tucked them back over him nice and tight, turning into a thick cocoon of a blanket burrito. “You need to sleep and rest and we can talk about whatever it is you think you sent me later, Billy. Now I’m going to get you some soup and you’re gonna stay there and not move!”
Billy blinked at him. “Okay.”
“Okay!” Jason repeated, turning around. He felt a little hysterical. “Good!”
“I like chicken noodle!” Billy called out as Jason bounded up the stairs two steps at a time. “And broth! But not beef! IT’S TOO SALTY!”
Mrs. Cranston glanced over at Jason from her office. “Oh, Jason, you’re leaving?”
“I’m-” Jason pointed at the door. “Getting Billy some soup.”
She pointed over to the kitchen. “We have soup,” she said kindly.
“Right.” Jason turned back on his heels and bounded into the kitchen. He wasn’t familiar with the Cranston home. For the most part, they spent their time inside Billy’s room and not much else. But he’d been in the kitchen enough to know where the pots were. It took him a little while to figure out where the non-perishable items were stored and after a few minutes he had soup bubbling on the stovetop.
Chicken noodle soup, some crackers and a warm bottle of ginger ale he found with Billy’s name taped to it.
When he turned to find a bowl, Mrs. Cranston was in the open doorway watching him.
She pointed to one of the cabinets and he moved over, grabbing a blue one and a red tray he found tucked beside them.
“Jason?” Mrs. Cranston started as he began pouring the soup into the bowl. “Do you care for my son?”
“Of course, Mrs. Cranston.” He glanced back at her. “He’s my friend.”
She smiled her knowing little smile at him again. “Okay.” She smoothed out her dress and took a step back. “Remind him to take his medicine after he eats.”
“I will,” he promised. He would. Even if he had to trick Billy into taking whatever it was or force it down his throat, Billy would take his cold medicine, Billy would get better and Jason would be able to stop worrying that he was going to wake up and find Billy dead.
Not that anyone ever died of the common cold but for all Jason knew it was pneumonia or something worse and he really, really didn’t want it to be something worse.
Piling up the crackers, soup and ginger ale onto the tray, he bounded back down to where Billy was still stuck on his bed.
“Did you make chicken noodle? Or did you make broth?” Billy asked, eyeing the tray reproachfully.
“Chicken noodle,” Jason said, settling the tray down beside the bed.
Billy grinned and underneath the swaddle of blankets, Jason could hear the tell-tale rhythmic claps he gave. Three beats. Happy-happy. “And that’s why I like you, Jason.”
Jason grinned while Billy dunked a cracker into his soup.
“Hey, I like you too, man.”
Billy gave another rapid beat of claps. Warm drips of soup splashed onto Jason’s arm. “That’s great!” He chewed on his soaked cracker and swallowed before asking, “So we kiss now right?”
Jason paused. “What?”
“We’re supposed to kiss, right?” Billy swirled his spoon in his soup counterclockwise a few times before rotating it the other way with intense focus that made Jason wonder if he even knew what he was saying. “Because we like each other and that’s what people who like each other do.”
Jason drew back a little. “Um… if you- if you like someone in a romantic way?” He stared at Billy. “Wait, Billy, did you mean that you like like me?”
Billy stared at him. “I have no idea what you mean by that but I know I like you.”
“No, like, dates and stuff.”
Billy nodded and blew at the soup on his spoon. “Yeah, that’s what I mean.” He eyed Jason. “What did you mean?”
“Um…” Jason rubbed the back of his neck. “I- I don’t.” He paused. “I think I like like you too actually, Billy.”
“Okay,” Billy said. He drank some of his soup directly from the bowl and shook his head, fingers flexing after he put it back down on the tray. “We can kiss later. After I get better.”
“Okay,” Jason mimicked a little faintly because suddenly everything was making so much more sense. “Yeah, definitely, Billy.”