one of the worst faces ever created

anonymous asked:

Broegan I am losing hope that Peter and MJ will ever be together in the main universe. :(

okay i’m w/ you sometimes but i just mean… it’s gotta. check this out:

i have faith okay. there is a definite feeling of a much larger storyline at play here…  OMD is listed one of the WORST comics ever created and with 88% of readers wanting the marriage back, if they return it and make it into a big event, money will reign down on marvel. we know how much marvel loves money. 

it took 30 years for bucky barnes to be returned, but we all loved it. there is no expiration date on restoration, it just depends on who wants to fix it.

……i have a lot of feelings.

The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars - Snippet

So here we are. The first snippet of my Star Wars AU. I’m actually posting this, heaven help me. So this is a Time-Travel fix-it fic of sorts, but not one I’ve seen (even though I’ve searched many archives). I’ve got an instinctual recoil against spoiling my own work, so my summaries can be infuriatingly vague, but the whole unedited text will be below the link.

This snippet takes place mid-scene, so it’s missing some set-up. So here’s the basics that you need to know for the scene to make sense: The setting is the desert planet of Jakku. There’s been a mysterious rupturing of the force on this planet and representatives of both the Jedi and the Sith have been sent to investigate. Three younglings (relatively speaking) have been caught up in the crossfire, and have been shuffled off to safety by the Jedi. They are all currently holed up in a cave waiting out a massive sandstorm.

Horribly vague, I know. But if you want names, slivers of plot, and (I hope) good writing, click the link.



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One of the most upsetting images I have seen in my life time. It speaks for itself a million word. It says how humane you can be. A normal kid who didn’t commit any crimes except for being a Palestinian. 

A Palestinian child the only survivor from the fire set into his family home by extremist Israeli settlers killing both his parents and little brother leaving him scarred for ever. The settler is free. Ahmed holds his best mate’s face tight close and expresses his mixed feelings of happiness to see his Neighbour friend and a sad feeling which reminds him of what was a normal life with his family and neighbors like all the other kids around the world. Palestine is a sad story Palestine had suffered for decades and Ahmed in this photo is one example of many other stories created by the only democracy in the Middle East as the west claims called Israel. Apartheid Israel. 

One of the worst inhumane and most hideous apartheid that existed in human kind history. Belgium, Paris and all other terrorist attacks are condemned but who will condemn this act of terror which deprived this beautiful kid from the most precious thing in life called family. Sad…


Rami Abusamra

Se Headcanon

When playing video games as a group only Tsubaki can be trusted to hold the controller. Because they know she wont break the controller, the TV or someone’s face when she jumps. 

Everyone else is the worst backseat gamer ever. 

“Go left!”

“NO! Go right, what are you stupid?”  

“Hey listen!”

Tsubaki: *Muttering* “I wanted to play Ocarina, but nooo, we gotta play the spooky one.”

Meanwhile Liz and Crona have created a fort behind the couch and are eating chocolate.     

Soulless Against Man

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader (female) 
Request:  Hi! If you don’t have too many requests I was wondering if you could do a ReaderXSoul-less Sam where reader goes on a date to get over Sam but the guy does somethingbad and Sam comes to the rescue because he’s not heartless, which=smut and fluff 😁💞 
Word count: 3,528
Warnings: sexual harassment, language, bad-ass Sam, dirty talking, oral sex, rough sex 

Your name: submit What is this?

Request: #2

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anahthema  asked:

So what exactly does reaganomics mean? I looked it up, and what I got from it was that Reagan lifted taxes (??) and the resulted in poor wealth distribution and really low employment rates... Is that right?

TO OVERSIMPLIFY A LOT, IT’S BASICALLY SUPPLY-SIDE OR TRICKLE-DOWN ECONOMICS. BASICALLY, YOU LOWER TAXES ON THE PEOPLE WHO ARE ALREADY MAKING AN OBSCENE AMOUNT OF MONEY UNDER THE LOGIC THAT THIS WILL GIVE THEM MORE MONEY TO HIRE EMPLOYEES, CREATING MORE JOBS. 

THE ISSUE WITH THIS IS THAT IT ALL FALLS APART IF THE RICH PEOPLE, AS THEY SO OFTEN DO, THINK “I’M JUST GOING TO KEEP IT THOUGH.” IF THAT PREDICTABLY HAPPENS, WHICH IT DID, THERE BECOMES A HUGE WEALTH GAP WITH WAY TOO MUCH MONEY IN THE HANDS OF WAY TOO FEW PEOPLE. A TOP-HEAVY ECONOMY MEANS MONEY ISN’T CIRCULATING INTO THE HANDS OF THE MASSES, WHICH MEANS THE MASSES DON’T HAVE THE MONEY TO BUY THINGS. 

THIS IS DEVASTATING TO A CORE PILLAR OF ECONOMICS KNOWN AS “DEMAND,” AND IF THERE’S NO DEMAND, THERE’S NO NEED TO HIRE PEOPLE TO CREATE “SUPPLY,” WHICH MEANS NOT AS MANY WORKERS ARE REQUIRED AND JOBS GET DESTROYED INSTEAD OF CREATED. 

A TOP-HEAVY ECONOMY IS DOOMED TO COLLAPSE, AND RELYING ON THE RICH TO BE ALTRUISTIC AND SPEND AS MUCH AS THEY EARN IS NAIVE AT BEST AND OUTRIGHT STUPID AT WORST. REAGANOMICS CAUSED ONE OF OUR MOST DEVASTATING ECONOMIC CRISES, WHICH HAPPENS JUST ABOUT EVERY TIME SUPPLY-SIDE OR TRICKLE-DOWN ECONOMICS IS ATTEMPTED. 

BUT, NOBODY EVER CLAIMED BEING A TWO-FACED COWBOY ACTOR WHO NEAR-EXCLUSIVELY CUT SOCIAL PROGRAMS THAT HELPED THE NEEDY SO HE COULD AFFORD TO CUT TAXES FOR THE SUPER-RICH WITHOUT TOUCHING THE BLOATED DEFENSE BUDGET WOULD MAKE A GOOD PRESIDENT!

Time to make good on an ironic promise.

Given the odd stir of what some might accuse him of calling emotions, it takes longer than the .01 seconds it normally would to appear. In fact it takes a whole five minuets before an android shows up at Roxy’s place. His form was tall, slightly toned, wearing a simple white shirt and matching black pants, where the only noticeable feature was the orange hat placed squarely in the center. He also wore a head full of what could only be described as impossible hair and the worst glasses ever created, and one, blank, unfeeling face. And he stood there, on the pad, waiting to see if Roxy was around.

@voidmartini

She had kissed me light like rain
And I knew that would be one of the best feelings in the world
As we laid together
Holding hands in bed.
She wasn’t good at saying sweet things
And I honestly don’t think she ever made me blush
But I knew that wasn’t what kept me around
She needn’t utter a sound.
It was the way her eyes fell upon my face.
I felt that God must be real and this was grace.
But there were days when her body would shake
As her sobs made a tune I couldn’t mistake.
I questioned how this world
Could hurt someone as nice as she
Who loved the jagged edges that created me
And the day she finally let me go
I knew that would be one of the worst feelings in the world.
—  Our broken pieces didn’t match up and instead we broke ourselves even more. (readyfornothing)

Title: Like One of Your French Girls

Words: 1061

Request/Summary: OMG please do a full story of Dean as a nude model imagine!!

Warning: Nudity

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Y/N had been drawing longer than she had been hunting. Luckily she could still make time to practice in between hunts. Sometimes she’d even draw during a case. If her and the Winchesters went out to eat, which they usually did, she’d sketch anybody she saw. Her sketch book was full of people from bars and restaurants. Most of the time though, she drew from images she’d saved to her computer.  But drawing from a computer screen wasn’t the same as drawing from life. Y/N came up with an idea, but she was weary of even bringing it up to the Winchesters.

Sam and Dean sat in the front seats of the Impala and Y/N alone in the back, on the road back to the bunker. It was then that Y/N mustered up the courage to propose her idea to the boys. 

     “Hey guys.” Y/N started meekly. 

     “What’s up Y/N?” Sam asked, looking over his shoulder into the backseat. 

Y/N ran her hand through her hair at some attempt to calm herself from the awkwardness she was already feeling. 

     “You know how I draw?” Y/N said.

    “Of course, you’re amazing.” Sam answered. 

    “Well, I’ve been working on the nude human form lately. Drawing from photos on the computer isn’t as easy as drawing from real life. Like, the shadows are off and all kinds of weird stuff. Anyway, I wondering if you or Dean could model for me sometime.” Y/N said. 

There was a moment of silence as the boys took in Y/N’s idea. Sam opened his mouth to speak but Dean answered before his younger brother could respond. 

    “I will.” Dean said.

Y/N couldn’t believe it. She thought that if any of the brothers would agree to help her, it would surely be Sam. But then she remembered that Dean always claimed he was “down to try anything once”. 

    “Um, ok. Can we do that when we get home?” Y/N asked.

Dean looked up into the rear view mirror and smiled. “Sounds good to me.” 

The Impala drove for an hour or so more before it was parked in the bunker’s garage. 

    “Wanna just meet me in my room?” Dean asked. 

   “Sure.” Y/N said, trying to sound professional. 

After dropping off her over night bag in her room, Y/N made her way to Dean, her drawing materials tucked under her arm. 

Dean sat on his bed, his shoes having been kicked off already. Y/N entered, catching Dean’s attention. 

    “So how are we going to do this?” Dean asked, looking at Y/N with anxious eyes. 

   “I guess you should strip and then pose for me. And nothing kinky ok? Something natural.” Y/N said. 

Dean took a deep breath. “Alrighty.”

    “Ok, go ahead.” Y/N said. 

Dean obeyed and started to undress himself. He shimmied his flannel of. Next he stretched his arms over his back, pulling his t-shirt off from the bottom and exposing his toned chest.The elder Winchester stood before Y/N in only his jeans and socks. 

    “Want me to keep going?” Dean asked. 

    “Ha, yea Dean. Nude means naked.”

Dean smiled, reaching for his belt. “As you wish.”

He next tossed his belt aside and stepped out of his pants. His boxers followed soon after, leaving his clothing in a messy pile at his feet.

    “Where do you want me?” Dean asked, his hand over groin. 

    “On the bed is fine. And if you want to kinda drape the sheet over your….er, um.” Y/N said. 

    “I got it, I got it.” Dean said, trying to relieve some of Y/N’s awkwardness. 

His pose wasn’t quite right though. “Can you move your left arm over a little?” Y/N asked. 

The Winchester adjusted his position. “Like this?” 

   “No, the other way, and don’t make your hand a fist, just relax.”

Dean did as he was told. “Better?”

Y/N sighed, walking over to Dean. “Can I move your arms a bit?” She asked. 

    “Go for it.” he answered. 

Grabbing his muscular arms, Y/N set them just the way she wanted. YN took a minute to think about what she was doing. She’d never been this close to a shirtless Winchester, Sam or Dean. It didn’t bother her in any way, shape or form. It was just the boldness of it all that made her feel awkward. Seeing your friend naked isn’t something people usually do, and it’s definitely not something that happens for an extended period of time like this.

After a few minutes Y/N had all her pencils and paper set up and ready to go.  Y/N began, drawing broad strokes in her lightest pencil. Her marks began to become more precise. She started shaping the muscles of his arms and legs.

    “Hey Y/N.” Dean said.

Y/N looked up from her sketch. “Yea?” Y/N asked.

    “Are you going to draw me like one of your french girls?” Dean asked, a stupid smirk on his face.

   “Seriously?”  Y/N rolled her eyes. That had to be the worst joke she’d ever heard but at least Dean was attempting to make things less awkward

   “What? Everyone’s seen Titanic.” Dean said.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Can you just stay still?” 

    “Fine.” Dean said, taking a deep breath, letting himself relax. 

    “Thank you.”  

Continuing her work, Y/N started shading in Dean’s body. Next she added some color to his hair, curving her lines with her caramel colored pencil to create his short locks. Then came his eyes, they seemed more green than usual, so she pulled out the brightest green from her bag. For about ten minutes, Y/N blended multiply colors into Dean’s eyes, finishing by drawing his eyelashes. Y/N was  almost done, but she had to add one last thing. With a tiny black pen she drew an anti-possession tattoo on Dean’s chest. 

     “Ok, I’m done. Want to see it?” Y/N asked. 

     “Of course. I didn’t lay here for over an hour to not see the finished product.”

Y/N stood, walking over to Dean and handed him her sketch book. Dean raised his eyebrows in amazement. “Wow, that’s pretty good. Mind if I have a copy?” 

    “Ha, sure. But maybe just keep it to yourself.” Y/N said.

    “Oh, I’m gonna get a frame for it and everything.” Dean joked.

PART TWO?

Hello! Things. And quickly:

- The last weekend of summer just wrapped up, and what a summer it was. My best summer to date, that’s for sure. 

- My event on Friday night (for Project Sunshine) went so, so well! I am so excited to post about it, but want to wait for the professional photos first. 

- I was at the venue before 9am on Friday, and left around 3:30am Sat morning, which meant I slept all day Saturday, and had that, “it feels so weird the event is all over” feeling. Also, my feet hurt soooo badly, it reminded me of my serving days. Mad respect to people who work all day on their feet. 

- TOMORROW IS MY LAST DAY OF WORK. I REPEAT: TOMORROW IS MY LAST DAY OF WORK. The whole company and I area heading to drinks at The Keg tomorrow in a “Farewell Liz” cocktail hour. Bittersweet. 

- Tonight I’m heading to the Blue Jays vs Yankees game! Colour me excited

- I saw this great quote I really liked

- This made me laugh

- I leave for Boston on Thursday! 

- I wrote a *massive* Things to do / Places to See in NYC email to my riding coach, as her and her husband are going to NYC for the first time.  I even created a custom map of food/places/ to see and do. I now want to do one for Toronto. 

- I don’t really know what I’m going to do for the next two weeks (when I’m not in Boston), as all my friends will be working. Hmmmm. 

- I think I ate the worst I’ve ever eaten in the history of Liz eating ever. For reals. Insert embarressed emitocon face here. I just didn’t care and ran with whatever was easiest this weekend. But I’m back on the WW wagon today.

- I watched the Emmys last night, and it made me feel better about life. I thought I watched a lot of TV, but I hadn’t heard of about 80% of the shows. 

- And finally, here’s a photo from Friday night with the two AMAZING ladies who I worked closely with on the event.  It was soooo stressful putting together such a massive event (300 people!), but I’m so happy with the way it came together, and I’m hoping we raised a bucket load of money for the charity! :)