There are so many amazing things going on in this menu, you guys.
“American Plate” *throws some shit on a plate* “This is what Americans eat, right?” I don’t know what I love more, the single piece of broccoli (well, this is an accurate depiction of the amount of vegetables Americans eat, I guess) or the THREE tortilla chips for eating your “avocado dip.”
“Of course those two make the perfect decisive end of your meal!” Awww, okay, that’s cute. Though…it’s “light and shadow vanilla and chocolate,” so I guess Kuroko is the chocolate, not the vanilla?? I’m all confused now.
(I SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST)
“Super Long Range Toast” “This super long shot can reach its target from the far end of the court (plate). It’s so long, your heartbreak is inevitable!?”
The Space Wolves have a long, varied, and altogether proud warrior heritage. They especially appreciate acts of bravery, courage and skill among their own comrades, and proudly display badges that denote these acts. These badges are normally painted or carved onto the armour and weapons of the Space Wolf.
i wrote some angsty Back Home fic for eiffel and minkowski because i really like to think about them coping and figuring out how to be okay. sort of a continuation of these headcanons. as usual its on [Ao3] and below the cut
Summary:Finding it hard to be alone, but difficult to be around other people, Eiffel and Minkowski begin adjusting to life back on Earth. They move in together, but the gravity adjustment and the nightmares make it difficult for them both to sleep. Often they’ll find each other watching TV late at night just to stay awake. And it’s hard for them to remember that they’re safe now.
a/n: yes, i actually wrote fic. this is what a month without sotus does to me. the story is set somewhere after the beach trip and mainly deals with wad’s reasons for not going because i really need a scene like this in the next episode, okay? also headcanons galore since we really don’t know a lot about these boys.
english is not my first language so if you notice any grave mistakes feel free to point them out.
wad is not avoiding p’prem per se or at least
that’s what he likes to tell himself. it’s just… it’s been so awkward these
last few days, looking at him and no longer seeing some asshole senior but the
guy who got himself beaten up for his sake. wad is… confused, to say the least.
it doesn’t help that p’prem is attractive. okay, yes, wad’s known he’s
not entirely straight ever since his sophomore year in high school but that
doesn’t mean he’s prone to fawning over guys just because they are a little
good-looking. he’s not that shallow.
still. he can’t stop thinking about p’prem,
palm splayed wide on wad’s ribs and blood dripping down his face, asking him if
he was alright. looking like he actually cared.
It’s your voice I hear drivin’ me wild Whispering in my ear It’s your voice I hear dangerous child You’re sayin’ what I wanna hear If I had my choice I’d run for cover But I think It’ll be OK ‘Cause all I needed to hear Was the sound of your voice [“It’s Your Voice” - 38 Special]
“Bailey! Come here, boy!”
Gail looked up from her notepad, pausing mid-ticket. She
noticed a tall brunette woman shouting and clapping her hands at… nothing.
She quickly finished issuing the jackass driver a speeding ticket and told him,
in a saccharine sweet voice, to have a nice day and to try not to kill anyone.
She just ignored him as he sped away and flipped her off. All in a day’s work,
she thought to herself as she returned to the driver’s seat of the squad car.
The brunette woman was still yelling out for 'Bailey’ and
clapping her hands against her denim-clad upper thighs. And… whistling?
“Dov, why don’t you go see what’s up with that
one,” Gail said, indicating the yelling brunette across the street.
“You may be a Peck, but you are not my boss,” Dov
said, not even looking up from his phone.
Gail tried the Gail special glare, but the skinny twerp
wasn’t looking at her. She heaved a dramatic sigh. “Fine,” she ground
out, pushing her door open again before exiting the car and slamming the door.
She quickly checked to make sure no cars were coming, then jogged across the
road. It was warm for a Toronto April day, causing Gail to curse mentally. This
woman better not be trouble. They had ten minutes left before they planned to
return to the station for the end of their shift.
“Bailey, come on!” the woman yelled, excessively
loud this time, voice laced with something Gail could only describe as panic.
“Ma’am, is everything okay?” Gail asked, already
annoyed from the heat and unexpected delay.
my friends and i have a fake pokemon region where we make up the pokemon league! my friend Drew is the first gym leader.
Leader Drew – Normal - Heart Badge
Gym is a Pokemon daycare. Walk down a
long hallway with several “classrooms” where the Gym Trainers
come out. Drew is in the office at the end of the hallway, chasing
around baby Pokemon and trying to hold too many Eggs at once.
Team: Lillipup, Miltank, Munchlax
Awards the Heart Badge, which looks like this:
… my friends and i get really detailed in our friend group AUs.
I want an effing Heracross for my Whitney battle, but the only Pokemon to learn Headbutt in the beginning of the game is Slowpoke… AT LEVEL 23! I also just learned that if you transfer Pokemon to Black or White, there is no chance to get them back.
Don't get me wrong, I am neither a Dan apologist nor am I trying to give you shit for being an intelligent enough person to be able to not just blindly accept what is presented to you, but I feel like some of the criticism, not all, you have for Dan is somewhat unjustified. Yes, he's an idiot. Yes, he says an awful lot of dumb shit that he absolutely should be called on, without question, but at the same time, he is still just a guy who plays video games for a living. 1/2
2/2 At some point you’re looking for more from the man than he has ever professed, intended or been employed to be. I’m not saying he shouldn’t be held to a high standard, but I feel like, on occasion, the standards you have in mind are a touch high. Something to consider, perhaps. Please by all means disagree with me, I think it’s a valuable conversation to have even if we don’t necessarily see eye to eye on it.
My expectations for Dan are extremely low, yet he continues to find new and amazing ways to not meet them. I’ve given him the benefit of the doubt so many times, but he always turns around and demonstrates how little he deserves it. He is the epitome of the privileged white male who gleefully, though perhaps unknowingly, laps up his privilege without a care in the world, and he’s proud of his ignorance, wearing it like an “I’m just a normal fella!” badge.
I will never be okay with someone like that, regardless of which industry he works in or who hires him. Being intelligent, seeking knowledge, and being aware of the world outside of your own is never a bad thing and, frankly, I question the character of anyone who wants to remain so insulated and ignorant.
I don’t hate Dan, but I don’t like him and I’m not okay with his outlook on life. It’s cute when he does stupid shit like melt jelly beans on popcorn, but when he’s spouting proudly ignorant BS like this, he’s not meeting the extremely low bar of showing just a shred of maturity.