what she means:
if hannah montana was an internationally recognized pop superstar, why was miley's only form of disguise a blonde wig? how would the people at her school not recognize her face? if you saw a girl at your school with the face of taylor swift walking around but with black hair, you wouldn't see it and assume it was just a student with her taylor swift's exact facial features, would you??if lorde suddenly dyed her hair blonde she wouldn't become unrecognizable to everyone, right?? and wasn't billy ray famous before she was even born?? ignoring the fact that his only disguise was a moustache, did word not get out in the media that he had a kid??? wouldn't tmz still exist in this world? how did he convince everyone that his daughter was named hannah and not miley??? wouldn't they assume that "hannah montana" was a stage name anyway considering billy ray's last name was stewart?? wasn't billy ray her manager??? didn't he perform with his daughter multiple times??? how was he not recognized???? he was famous enough to have dolly parton be the godmother of his daughter, right????? why is jason earles so creepy????????
Girl, I saw this close up picture of Yuzu once with like stubble or something (not sure but sure look a bit like stubble), and now I can't stop imagining him with facial hair and his LGC hair style. Daym.
“You tease me Oh, please me I want you to be my love toy Come near me Don’t fear me I just can’t get enough of you, boy”
Monday turned out great, Y/N apparently is good at assisting and Chris is good at making her feel comfortable. They both agreed that Mondays and Wednesdays were the days that she could come in and help him and if she had any spare time she would also be able to work then. Everything about those three hours was amazing, Chris would ask her about her future and what was she planning on after college and sometimes they would transition the conversation to their personal lives. Families, friends, relationships; Chris was now certain that she was available but he still couldn’t figure out if she liked him back.
Ok, so I really love what they did with Nikola Tesla in Fate/Grand Order. From what little I know of him he was an exceedingly brilliant man whose achievements were either stolen from him or downplayed by his rivals.
In FGO they present him as a Star Attribute Heroic Spirit. People in this group typically are extraordinary humans who have achievements large enough to be considered “the hope of humanity”. Other heroes in this group are Romulus (who founded Rome) and Francis Drake (who was the first person to circumnavigate the world). Out of all of the Star Attribute heroes we’ve seen so far, only Francis and Tesla have the Pioneer of the Stars skill.
Pioneer of the Stars A unique skill bestowed to a hero who became a turning point in human history. Having brought down to the world a power that was endowed only by beings from the Age of Gods and raised civilisation up, [Tesla] possesses EX Rank on this.
The reason for all of this is that he “revealed Zeus’ thunder to the world”. He took something that belonged to the gods, and made it commonplace for humans. His entire fighting style in FGO is based around this. Not to mention that he is a 5 Star Servant, meaning that at least gameplay wise, he is on par with heroes like King Arthur and Gilgamesh.
The more I think about it, he is kind of an Anti Gil
They are both Chaotic Good 5 Star Archer Class Servants.
They both have Noble Phantasms that deal bonus damage to Servants of certain Attributes. Gil’s deals bonus damage to Servants that aren’t of the Star Attribute and Tesla deals bonus damage to enemies that are of the Earth or Sky Attributes. In other words, Tesla is resistant towards Gil’s NP, and deals bonus damage towards enemies who are from folklore or mythology.
Gil is the oldest Heroic Spirit known to man, Tesla is the youngest Heroic Spirit we’ve encountered so far.
Gil wishes to cull mankind in order to restore the world to the Age of the Gods. Tesla wishes to complete his World Wireless System, granting the whole world free electricity, which no doubt would advance mankind even further from the Age of the Gods.
EDIT: Fixed a factual error regarding Francis Drake
You skip Lughnasadah. And hey man I ain’t saying you don’t have good reasons.
This holiday gets more skipped than Ostara.
This unpronounceable second summer holiday has some hard themes to build a sabbat party around, and
is a hard holiday for people new to the wheel to crack into. First, it’s about sacrifice, grain, and harvest. Lugh is about the labor of harvest. So here are some tracks to put on while you and your coven-mates rip off your shirts and get down to the communal labors of making bread, pouring beer, building a wicker man, and reenacting the labors of Lugh.
Also, I can’t know all music so reblog with suggestions please.
No One makes fun of my brother ~ A Markiplier Jacksepticeye and Crankgameplays Ego Fanfic
Mmk so I’m really excited to write this prompt of protective Anti lookin after the newest boi on the block who is the one and only CRANK and a certain bubblegum boi is gonna regret some of his actions😆 Dis is gonna be cute hopefully so HEERE WE GOOO!
His full name, for the most part, was Corroded Crank; Crank for short. And he was new. There had been ideas about him in the past, but it was only now that he fully existed; he liked existing, the world had so much. Places, experiences, and people. As soon as Crank had come into being he’d almost immediately been “taken in” so to speak, by this group of people who were like him. It was like a crazy family, but they made him feel safe. Some of them could be….trying though. One of those would be the vivacious Wilford Warfstache, who was currently grinning widely with his signature twinkle of mischief alight in his eyes.
‘Ya don’t have to get all mopey! It’s really quite adorable.’
Crank fiddled with the sleeves of his charcoal hoodie as he tried to muster up a relatively intimidating glare to throw at Wilford, the moustached man only grinned wider at his attempts. Crank realised that he was only teasing, but part of him did want to be taken somewhat seriously.
'No. It isn’t. There is not part of me that could be considered adorable, especially not my-!’
As he went to exclaim, his voice squeaked and crackled which cut him off. Wilford giggled as he repressed a small pout at the annoying defect, why the hell did he have to be stuck with something so annoying? Wilford stepped closer, his tongue poking out through his teeth due to his amusement.
'Your what? Your cute, crackly lil voice box?’
Crank folded his arms as light tinges of navy blue started to rise on his cheeks, making his clear embarrassment evident as Wilford continued to cackle and tease him. Meanwhile, not very far away, a certain green haired man was sauntering about in search of his new friend; aka Crank. As soon as Crank had manifested, Anti had taken it upon himself to take the newbie under his wing and they’d almost immediately formed a fast friendship.
'Awww are you embarrassed?’
Anti perked up at the sound of Wilford’s unmistakable voice, and started pacing towards where it had emanated from. He approached the entrance to the room slowly, half-hiding behind the doorframe as he peeked in, Anti smiled at the sight of Crank but frowned a little at his demeanour. Wilford had his back to him and Crank was so focused on looking at the floor that he didn’t see him, Anti narrowed his eyes at the scene.
Crank was gritting his teeth as his flush darkened, and Anti gritted his teeth at the same time. He felt a bubble of annoyance rise up at the thought of Wilford teasing him, he knew it was just Wilford’s way, but it could sometimes be quite relentless. He narrowed his eyes as Wilford cackled loudly.
'That is so adorable, and nothing you can say will change that!’
Crank looked down at his shoes again before flicking his eyes up, but they weren’t fixed on the moustached man who was teasing him. They were actually fixed on the certain someone who had started to ever so slowly creep up behind Wilford, wearing a determined and signature maniacal grin. Crank’s lips twitched but he looked back to Wilford so that he didn’t give Anti away, since Wilford was still blissfully unaware. Crank cleared his throat gently.
'So…there’s nothing I can do to persuade you?’
Wilford furrowed his brows gently but still maintained a taunting grin as he placed his fists on his hips in a projection of his sassy confidence, which only made Anti smirk as he crouched…ready to pounce.
'Nothing at all.’
Crank couldn’t help his lips spreading into a wide, excited grin as Anti sent him a wink; Wilford finally started to feel a hint of worry.
'Well I’ll just have to get some help then.’
Despite them being spoken softly and carefully, Wilford’s eyes still widened fearfully at Crank’s words. His reaction was too late though, and almost immediately…his fate was sealed.
Wilford let out a, totally manly, screech as Anti lunged towards him and knocked him so he was lying on his front on the floor whilst Anti straddled his back with smug satisfaction. Crank sported a wide grin as he observed the trapped man before turning to Anti.
Anti giggled and stuck his tongue out through his teeth as Crank shuffled over and sat on the carpeted floor, fiddling with his sleeves gently.
'No one taunts my cranky boy and gets away with it!’
Crank grinned and hugged his knees with a hint of bashfulness as Anti giggled again, before returning his attention to the moustached maniac below him. More specifically, Anti’s fingers and knuckles glitched with little crackling noises as they rested themselves delicately on Wilford’s sides; said man froze and gulped as Anti spoke.
'And now….for your consequences!’
Anti cackled as he let his fingers scribble against Wilford’s sides, and for a moment Crank was immensely confused; how would this be a consequence? However, he soon had an epiphany of enlightenment when bubbly laughter began to fly from Wilford’s lips and his own smile grew; he looked to Anti who was smirking heavily.
'For future reference, you should know that Wilford is impossibly and HILARIOUSLY ticklish…’
Crank giggled at Wilford's squeaky, indignant protest as Anti’s fingertips worked their tickly magic. Wilford’s cheeks were already matching the colour of his moustache as he squirmed and giggled helplessly.
'And you call me adorable…I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as cute as you right now Wilford.’
His words were so nonchalant, and so softly spoken. Crank’s voice may have had its 'faults’ but at this point Wilford shuddered and flushed harder at the sound of it. Anti’s eyes lit up as he sent a grin Crank’s way, and let me tell you that it was laced with immense pride.
'Y'know, I couldn’t agree more!’
Wilford let out a yelp before descending into wild cackles as Anti forced his hands beneath him so that he could scratch and claw at his sensitive belly.
'Fuhuhuhuck!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!’
Wilford bucked and laughed heartily as Anti gleefully squeezed his tummy, making sure to worm under his shirt so he could torture the bare flesh. Crank only watched with a joyful and satisfied grin as Wilford slowly unravelled at Anti’s touch, Crank especially observed his face which was reddening further by the second.
'Y'know Wilford, with how you’re blushing it’s almost as if this whole thing embarrasses you-’
'FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOU AHAHAHASSCRAHAHAHANK!!’
Both Crank and Anti guffawed at the nickname, sharing a mutual look of surprise and sarcastic admiration. Wilford let out a wild squeal as Anti decided to wiggle a finger into his navel at lightning speed, the glitching man chuckled as he spoke.
'Wow, very imaginative…you must not have learnt your lesson yet.’
Ignoring Wilford’s stammering hysterics, Anti turned to the brown haired youth with a smirk and flicked his head to the man beneath him.
'Ya wanna help?’
Crank grinned wider at Wilford’s protest, and despite its verbal theme it gave him the motivation he needed.
He shuffled over to the two of them, Anti decided to nonchalantly massage Wilford’s hips which made him shriek and buck as Crank sat gently on Wilford’s shins facing Anti. Said man turned to him and gave his a wide smirk and a wink before going back to his own task at hand, but not before yelling bombastically.
'GO TO TOWN CRANKY BOY!’
Wilford wailed as Anti tortured him relentlessly, Crank meanwhile experimentally spidered his fingers over the backs of Wilford’s thighs; giggling happily at the results.
'NAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!’
Crank sniggered with a wide grin as he danced his fingertips over the muscles, scratching and pinching sporadically as Wilford screeched with the desperation and vigour of a true madman.
'Wow, this is a real bad spot for you huh? Tickle tickle Wilford….’
Anti had decided to let up on his torment of Wilford’s upper body so he could observe Crank’s actions with immense glee and pride.
'Wow Cranky you’re good at this!’
The brown haired man flushed gently at the compliment, for a moment disregarding Wilford’s intense hysteria due to his own bashfulness.
Both Anti and Crank jumped at Wilford’s sudden heightened hysteria, and they both looked down to where Crank’s fingertips had landed. Oh boy was Crank embarrassed. His navy lush had returned as he saw that his hands now rested….on Wilford’s backside. Anti however found it rather hilarious.
'Ohohoho my fuhuckihing gohohod!!! Yohohou have aha tihicklish ahass?!’
Wilford couldn’t even speak, he could only open and close his mouth as his own voice box seemed to just fail there an then. Anti’s wild cackling filled the room, his head was thrown back as tears built at the corners of his eyes; Crank’s reaction was nowhere near as intense due to his slight embarrassment, but he nevertheless found it amusing.
'Wehell this was unexpected….’
Anti cackled more at Crank’s words, Wilford flushed harder than the sun as he let out an embarrassed whine and tried to turn his head so he could look at him.
'P-plehease I’m sohorry for teasing you! I-i swear I won’t do it again!’
Crank hummed to himself a little, he was of course immensely happy at the fact that he’d gotten a genuine apology from Wilford Warfstache. The most self-centred, prideful man on this entire planet. And yet….
“W-wait what are y-NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!’
Wilford shrieked so loud that even Anti winced, but he was soon grinning heavily at the sight of Crank poking and skittering his fingertips over Wilford’s butt as he giggled childishly to himself.
'Wow look at that booty move!’
Crank let out a small cackle at Anti’s words as the pair of them observed how Wilford’s entire body seemed to shake and spasm due to the pinches and scratches that Crank’s nimble fingers unloaded.
Wilford was screaming. Literally. He thought his lungs were about to burst as the tears of mad hysteria streamed down his cheeks, the sensations were too much; he didn’t know why his butt had to be so sensitive, he just knew that’d he’d probably die if he wasn’t granted mercy soon. Crank meanwhile was having the time of his life.
'Wow, imagine what would happen if everyone’s else found out about this? I don’t think you’d ever hear the end of it….’
He grinned at the protesting screech that mingled with Wilford’s regular, wild outbursts of mirth. Crank’s lips twisted a little after a few moments though, he had to admit that he did feel bad about doing this to Wilford; so he let up and shuffled off his shins. Anti, though quite reluctantly, also shuffled off Wilford’s back.
'Ohohohoho my gohohohohod…..’
Wilford gasped in intense relief, his entire body was still tense as shockwaves and tingles reverberated over his torso, legs….and butt. Slowly but surely though, he began to relax, and managed to muster the energy to push himself up into a half-sitting position.
'Uhm….y-you okay Wilford?’
The moustached man blinked a few times before he looked up at the source of the wavering, and crackly, voice. He smiled gently at Crank’s slightly concerned expression.
'Of course I’m okay, I’m Wilford Warfstache!’
Anti let out a loud groan, making Wilford snicker at him as Crank relaxed with the knowledge that he, at the very least, hadn’t injured or scarred Wilford for life. Said man sent a slight glare towards Anti, who merely stuck his tongue out childishly.
Wilford’s tone of voice suddenly deepened as he flitted his gaze between Anti and Crank, surveying them with a slightly threatening glint in his eyes.
'It would be a good idea, for both of you, to not breathe a word of this….is that clear?’
Crank gulped, not hesitating to nod; he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Wilford’s….retribution.
'Y-yeah of course….’
Crank winced as his voice cracked and whined again, he averted his gaze as he prepared himself for the onslaught of taunting. What he didn’t expect though, was the broad arm that suddenly wrapped itself round his shoulders; the arm belonging to a gently smiling Wilford.
'Your voice’ll get stronger if you want it to, I promise. Although, I think it’s kinda cool as it is now….'
Crank’s eyes widened as he looked up at Wilford.
Wilford chuckled gently at him a little, feeling a little sad that the young man seemed so surprised. Anti meanwhile was grinning and took the opportunity to burst back into the conversation.
'HELL YEAH! IT’S ALMOST LIKE MINE!’
Wilford and Crank both snickered as Anti spread his arms wide and bombastically, Wilford donned a slight smirk as he tilted his head at the glitchy man.
'Anti I’m not sure that counts as a compliment..’
'HEY SHUT UP!’
Wilford giggled at him as Anti sent him a playful glower, and Crank just watched with a light smile. He was fidgeting again, I don’t think it was due to nerves though. I think it was just his thing. Like Wilford and his gestures, Anti and his glitches…they’re all just like, their THING y'know? Just because your body isn’t exactly how you want it to be, or your voice isn’t how you’d like it….that doesn’t mean you can’t MAKE it what you want it to be.
It’s funny how people criticise Poirot’s moustache in the new adaptation of Murder on the Orient Express, despite it’s actually one of the very few (if not the only) adaptation where the moustache is true to the book. Nothing else about Sir Kenneth Branagh’s look is, but the moustache is really accurate.