probably just creepy


Anyway, I hope you understand. And to those with my phone number, I’d appreciate it if you told me how you got it so I can stop it (11)

from happening again in the future. To be clear, I won’t be reacting to or reading any more Katie related tweets. Sorry, but that’s (12)

The way it has to be. And to the girl who texted me, Just to reiterate, message me again and I’ll put your name here. #NotJoking (13)

And to all the brill fans who know the difference between reality and television, take care and thanks for the nice chats. #ByeBye (14) -Rudhraigh McGrath (Katie’s brother) (x)

anonymous asked:

Do you think Spider-Man's metabolism is extra fast? What do people think of him always being hungry if so? And is it compounded by him being a teenager? Is he scared he won't grow because he can never get enough nutrition? Ton of questions, I'm sorry... but I wonder about whether the poor kid ever gets enough to eat 'cause heaven knows it never seems like the teenage boys I know do and it makes me concerned/curious (concernioused?) for what it'd be like for one with an extra fast metabolism.

Anon, I know this has been in my inbox for an eternity, (sorry) 

Peter is always worried about gaining and keeping his weight on, always. Peter will probably never stop worrying. 

  • Peter was already a skinny guy when he got bitten. And as a kid that was asthmatic, pron-to illness, and never really liked sports, Peter hadn’t expected to bulk up at all. 
  • But once he became a web-slinging hero he had to really watch his food intake. (and not in the way a normal teenage boy might have too) 
  • Peter noticed two things right off the bat- 
  1. He was always hungry, always. No matter how much Peter ate he somehow always felt like he had room for more. 
  2. If he didn’t eat to replace all the calories he burned on patrols he would lose weight fast. Like unhealthily fast. 
  • Peter kind of figures that having an extra fast metabolism and a healing factor was worth the vicious animal that was now his stomach. But the teenager would be lying if he said it didn’t make him nervous. 
  • And it worried him for a couple reasons-
  1. The main thing that troubled Peter was the fact that Aunt May and he just didn’t have enough income to support his stomach, and Peter didn’t know what else to do about that other than getting a job and eating less.
  2. Peter also worried about how the lack of food must be affecting his body (if his obvious ribs and hips were anything to go by) than he was guessing not good.

(I privately head-canon- that because of not having enough food Peter never grew to his full height. (This isn’t to be construed into me thinking Aunt May didn’t do her absolute best, or that Peter was starving to death) I just think it’s a realistic thing to have happen- because if Peter could have enough food to fill him every single day, he would eat them out of a house quite literally)

  • Aunt May definitely noticed Peter’s garbage disposal of a stomach and she makes sure to cook more food and give Peter bigger helping on his plate. (she did it slowly so that Peter wouldn’t notice) 
  • Peter’s classmates also notice Peter’s new found appetite, and some people (MJ and Gwen) will pass him power bars or give him some of their food at lunch. 
  • While his other peers (Flash) make fun of him for it and tease him, (even forcing Peter to eat food off the floor-“hey aren’t you always hungry Puny Parker?! This looks good!”
  • Though I will say- when Flash once caught Peter changing in the locker rooms (Peter always changed in a stall so that people wouldn’t see how skinny he was, or his random bruises from patrol) the bully got really concerned-
    “Parker, who did that to you?”
    “Who Parker, who?” 
    “I- I was skateboarding-”
    “That’s a load of crap, Par- Peter,” 
    “It’s just a few scrapes leave me alone, Flash” 
  • (Peter is pretty sure that Flash now thinks he’s being abused, but there’s nothing he can do about that now) And Flash kind of left Peter alone after that. (Though concerned and worried looks were levered his way now, often) 
  • The superhero community takes notice of the Spidey’s black hole of a stomach after hanging out with the teenager, and they all shove food at Peter too. 
  • Though at first Spidey was all spluttery and embarrassed, and the teen didn’t want to take their charity or pity. (Cuze sometimes the kid is a stubborn dork) But after some of them explained- “you do a lot for this city, it’s the least we can do to feed you kiddo”- in a few words or less, Peter now takes the food happily. 
  • The Fantastic Four have him over for dinners and when Peter hangs out with Johnny there are always snacks and or takeout. And it doesn’t really feel like charity, it just feels like family.
  • The Avengers will ‘trick’ Spidey into coming over after they’ve patrolled/battled together- “we need to check that wound, kid, come back to the Tower” -and then let the Spider stuff his face after they’ve stitched him up. 
  • Daredevil doesn’t dottle around the subject, he just throws food at the teenager with an exasperated (but fond) “I could hear your stomach growling from three blocks away, eat dammit.”   

So overall, Peter’s fast metabolism is a problem. But not one that he can’t deal with. And hey there are worse problems than always being hungry, he’ll grow out of it, right? RIGHT!? 

anonymous asked:

What if there was an age switching strain that hits Fushimi and Munakata so now Fushimi is aged up to 24 and Munakata truns back to his 19 year old self (so probably not all that different, just shorter cuz Muna's an old man at heart). How does the rest of scepter 4 deal with the now "mature" Fushimi and younger Munakata? What about a run in with homra? (Mikoto's still alive)

I definitely think Munakata wouldn’t be much different, like at first no one quite knows what happened because Munakata just looks a bit younger and Fushimi a bit older and calmer, and then Munakata pushes up his glasses and is all intrigued by this strange place he has found himself in when he was simply on his way to school. Once they realize that Captain has been age-swapped Awashima and the alphabet squad all aren’t sure how to handle him because of course they are all as always enthralled by their Captain’s ability to see farther than anyone and by his pure cause but at the same time now that he’s nineteen there’s this air of precocious brat around him that nobody can quite deny. It’s also noted that 19 year old Munakata is very similar to 24 year old Munakata and rumors start to fly that Captain secretly ages backward and so is basically an old man aging slowly into a kid, by the time he’s sixty he’ll be a teenager. Also when they run into Homra I imagine Mikoto pausing for a second and of course Munakata takes advantage of the momentary pause to see if someone needs a lecture because he can see that Mikoto appears to be a rather idle adult. Mikoto just rolls his eyes and mutters that Munakata’s even more of a brat than usual this way, Munakata’s all ‘Oh?’ while smiling and sparkling and maybe he’s actually twice as sparkly as a 19 year old because he’s so young and fresh-faced still and it’s extra annoying.

Fushimi meanwhile is still somewhat quiet and poor tempered but he’s also a lot calmer and is actually being something like friendly to the rest of the squad. Since Mikoto’s alive presumably this would happen pre-S1 but 24 year old Fushimi has of course reconciled with Yata and started working out his issues and he’s actually smiling and being not quite pleasant exactly but at least considerably more friendly than his normal self. I think everyone would be kinda happy about that though, like eventually Fushimi will get over his issues ans start to heal and he’ll even be willing to bond with his clan, albeit reluctantly. And when they run into Homra Fushimi greets Yata as an old friend which Yata finds really confusing, like he was expecting ti be mocked and attacked but instead Fushimi just smiles and waves like oh Misaki, there you are what’s with that face. Yata doesn’t know about the Strain issue so maybe he’s just confused in general or thinks that a Strain must have made Fushimi friendly, it’s not until much later he learns the truth and he suddenly feels this lightness in his chest, wanting to believe that the Strain power really did swap Fushimi with his older self and that means some time in the future he and Fushimi will be friends again.

fun fact: simply watching the book of mormon musical does not make you an expert on mormonism/mormon people.

sorry to say but its super cringey when you recount times you’ve met “an ACTUAL mormon!!!!” or you create “poor confused gay mormon boy uwu” aus. like im not saying you can’t create a mormon au (more power to ya) but like the way you TALK about it is really weird. like replace “mormon” with any other religious denomination and you’ll see how strange it is.

I don’t understand the argument that Hanna & the kids have come to other races and not been photographed, so the fact that they were photographed this time somehow means it was intentional and they’re fine with it. The fact that they never have before shows that they do not want to be photographed. The presence of what appears to be a bodyguard in the pic, who appears to be objecting to it, shows that they do not want to be photographed. 

The fact that they have come to races before and very conspicuously avoided being photographed is all the more reason to assume they did not consent to this.  I’m sure they’ve walked from the motorhome to a car or whatever many times, but most people either respect Seb’s wishes or obey the bodyguard and don’t try to sneakily take pictures, because that’s a shitty thing to do. Just because one asshole managed to sneak a picture does not mean Seb has suddenly changed his very strongly held opinions. 

People saying he was asking for it by bringing them to Monaco - I guess he should never bring them to any race, because there’s always a chance someone will be a jerk and post sneaky pictures of innocent kids on the internet. Yeah, there is always a chance, but just because someone succeeded doesn’t mean you should help them invade his family’s privacy by spreading them all over!

If he’s suddenly fine with the kids being photographed this weekend, why weren’t they cheering him on in the Ferrari garage, or down in parc ferme to greet him or photographed openly in the paddock by real, accredited photographers? Probably because the real, legit photographers know they would be sued and blacklisted and lose their F1 press credentials in a heartbeat if they invaded Seb’s privacy against his wishes!

We don’t know for sure the circumstances of this one picture but we do know for an absolute fact that Seb has said over and over again for YEARS now that he fears for his family’s safety and that his privacy is very important to him.

So regardless of all the justifications and excuses you can think of, if there’s even a CHANCE that the picture was taken without his consent, the decent thing to do if you really respected his privacy would be to not spread pictures that 100% contradict EVERY SINGLE THING he’s ever said on the subject.



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By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter eleven is posted! (Yikes, how did we get this far already.)

Wherein Ben does some research on A. Hux (but with boundaries, just so it doesn’t get creepy), and then goes on a short road trip with Karé to retrieve his things from his storage locker.

Okay the Horizon map reminds a LITTLE of Alien.. I’m sure that’s intentional? No matter the case it unsettles me just enough to want Blizzard to give McCree another buff.

And by buff I mean McCree simply reassuring the player that all will be well.

Day One

Originally posted by alduinesreal

Member: Exo Chanyeol

Type: Fluff

Your eyes peeked out from behind your book as you watched the boy two tables away from you. The almost-empty library was pracically silent, excluding the occasional sneeze or the sound of pages turning. After hours of studying, you’d finally decided to take a break, and the second you closed your book, you saw him sitting at the table he always sat at. He always sat in the same space, two tables away from you next to the glass window, letting the sunlight stream onto his face.

You looked at the time on your phone, groaning when you realized that your five minute break had turned into almost twenty minutes, and you set down your book again to continue taking notes. 

It wasn’t easy to stop staring at him, no matter how creey you felt about it. He was cute. Then again, you didn’t really know what he was like, or even his name because you’d never see him outside of the school library. 

You sighed, and went back to your work, your mind occasionally wandering back to the cute boy. As you finished your assignment a while later, you closed the book and moved to put it back onto the shelf. Walking down the aisles of tall bookshelves, you returned the book to its correct area before walking over to the fiction section.

It had been a while since you had read anything for fun, and considering you finished your assignment earlier than you expected, you thought it’d be a good day to check out an interesting novel. Scanning the shelves, your eyes rested on a classic that you’d been wanting to read for a while yet never got the time. Smiling, you reached up to try and grab it, but it was on the shelf that was just enough out of your reach. Biting your lip, you reached up again, jumping to try and reach the shelf. Your fingers skimmed the binding of the book before you landed on your feet again, and you continued jumping up and down, hoping that you’d somehow reach it. 

You groaned, landng back on your feet and scowling at the book on the shelf. Hearing a chuckle behind you, you immediately felt your cheeks get hot and you turned to see the cute boy behind you with a hand over his mouth to try and supress his laughter. 

“Need help?” he asked, in an almost rhetorical manner because he as already reaching for the book anyways. He smiled and turned his head back to you, winking with a boyish grin as he pulled on the-

The next thing you knew, you were on the floor with your arms above your head, shielding yourself from the falling books. Your arms hurt and you knew there was going to be at least one nasty bruise on there the next day. You groaned, putting your arms down and opening your eyes. 

You saw the top of his head a few inches away from your face, his head ducked in front of you. His hands were on either side of you, his arms holding him up as he stayed in an awkward position on his hands and knees. 

“Are you okay?” 

His head lifted and his big, brown eyes stared up at you apologetically. Then he groaned and his head fell into your lap as his arms gave out. “I’m sorry…” he muttered, adjusting his head on your lap. Your skin tingled as he shifted, and you realized exactly how close he was. “Something…hurts…” he groaned, and you bit your lip at the sound. 

Your hand reached out to touch his hair, feeling the smooth locks between your fingertips. “Can I check if there’s any bleeding or something?” 

He groaned in what you assumed to be a yes, and you let your fingers weave into his hair, pulling it aside to check for injuries. 

“Ah-AH stop, it’s there-” he yelped, and your fingers hovered above the area. “Y/N it hurts.” 

“I’m sorry, I’ll be carefu-” you stopped abruptly in the middle of your sentence, thinking back to what the boy said only a second before. “Wait, how did you know my name?”

His head shot up and he stared at you wide-eyed as he stuttered, “What? I-I don’t…ahh my head really hurts.” He fell back into your lap once again, closing his eyes. Your hands left his hair, and he opened his eyes again in protest. 

“Dude, either you got hit really hard, or you’re not telling me something.”

He laughed at your blunt comment, pushing himself up to sit cross-legged in front of you. You raised a brow at his cheerful face, figuring that this boy really did hit his head. Hard. He held out a steady hand for you to shake and you took it cautiously, allowing him to introduce himself.

“I’m Chanyeol, and I’m sorry. I’ve been looking for an excuse to talk to you, so I wanted to help you grab that book.”

“Alright,” you began, staring at his hand that was still holding yours firmly. He looked down and let out a small laugh, releasing your hand. “But how do you know my name?”

He grinned and raised his brows, replying, “I’m surprised you don’t know mine. You stare at me a lot.” You felt your cheeks heat up and you looked down, embarrased as he laughed. “No, it’s fine. I know your name because you left your library card here once and I returned it to the front desk. It had your name on it. Y/N.”

“Chanyeol. Wait, are you even injured or are you just being creepy?” You copied the way he said your name, and then realized you were probably just as creepy to him as he was to you. “Okay, confession, I didn’t know your name before you telling me like two minutes ago, but I kinda watch what books you’re reading and I check them out when you’re done with them. Sorry I’m creepy I just like your taste in books.” 

He laughed and bit his lip as he answered quietly, “Yeah, my head doesn’t hurt that much, I lied. And I’m creepy too; I started coming to the library at the same time as you so I could see you. You always show up at the same time anyways so I just decided to come too.”

“Are we weird?”

“I hope not.”

You both broke into laughter, but were immediately silenced by a librarian walking by, shushing you. “Oh my, what happened here?” she gasped, looking at you and Chanyeol on the ground, surrounded by fallen books. “I could hear you two from the front desk!”

You looked at him and he winced, standing up and holding out a hand for you. You took it and he pulled you up, and you turned to face the librarian. “I’m sorry,” you began. “We can help clean it-”

“No, no, you kids go, I’ll take care of it,” she mused, already picking up books and putting them back on shelves. You were about to protest but Chanyeol pulled you away, going back to the area where you both usually sit. 

“So,” he began, his hand tightening around yours. He stared at you hopefully, and you felt your chest tighten with excitement. “Will I see you here tomorrow at the usual time?”

“You must’ve hit your head pretty hard if you think you even need to ask.”

Tano And Kenobi: The Senator From Naboo

Previously on Tano and Kenobi…

Now that she has been re-accepted into the Jedi Order and named a Jedi Knight, Ahsoka Tano has some work to do. Luckily a helpful Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn is there to point her in the right direction. Senior Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi has some training to make up for and a lesson in jar’kai waiting for him. 

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Jar’kai was amazing.

Exhausting, but amazing!

Obi-Wan could not remember the last time his arms were so tired and sore after just an hour of lightsaber practice. He happily slumped his way back to the Initiate Dormitory, shedding his robes and boots before taking a long shower in the refresher when he got to his room. After an eternity of muscle-relaxing warm water, he got out, changed into a more comfortable set of robes, and headed back out for dinner.

He was so wrapped up in the happy memories of his lesson with Master Ahsoka that Obi-Wan paid little attention to the older Padawans who were whispering about how he didn’t have a master yet.

“I can’t believe he’s still here!”

“I would have left out of shame by now.”

“My master says no one will take him. They say he’s too emotional. That he might go dark.”

“I heard he tried to ask Master Sinube. Can you believe it? How desperate do you have to be to ask that old fart?”

Holding his head high, Obi-Wan nodded pleasantly to his fellow Jedi. He had a wicked retort on his tongue but he stilled it, knowing deep in his heart that Master Ahsoka would not approve. He was going to make her proud, to show her that he was worthy of her teachings and maybe, if he was lucky, being her padawan.

So that meant Obi-Wan would just have to bite his tongue and ignore the cold-hearted nexus he found himself in line with.

“Hey, Obi-Wan!” a voice called out through the dining hall, belonging to a dark-skinned Kiffar with a golden stripe across his nose.

Who was pushing his way through the dinner crowd and making a beeline towards Obi-Wan. “Thanks for saving me a spot in line.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “I did no such thing, Quinlan. The end of the line is back there behind Padawan Rast.”

“You are such a goody-goody!” Quinlan groaned, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulders and then pulling him into a headlock where he could give him some proper encouragement with his knuckles. “You were totally saving a spot for me, right?”

“Gah! Ow! Quin! That hurts!” Obi-Wan protested, smacking at his friend’s arm for release before he would have to employ more aggressive measures. “Let me go, you odiferous gundark!”

“Odiferous?” Quinlan laughed, releasing Obi-Wan with a flourish and a firm place in line behind his friend as they shuffled forward to dinner. “I will have you know I took a bath yesterday.”

Obi-Wan gently touched the top of his head and winced. “I know. I can smell.”

“So what’s this I hear about there being a new knight in the Temple?” Quinlan asked, his eyes bright with curiosity and his smile lean and curious. “Master says she’s a Togruta that grew up on the Outer Rim? And her master passed into the Force a while ago.”

The surrounding padawans seemed to inch closer to Obi-Wan and Quinlan, their arch commentaries on Obi-Wan’s presence and Quinlan’s boisterous nature forgotten in the face of news and gossip. Highly observant for an initiate, Obi-Wan chewed on his lip as he carefully thought of what to say that would sate Quin’s voracious curiosity but wouldn’t give too much away about Master Ahsoka. He felt very protective of Ahsoka and didn’t want idle gossip to cause her the kind of trouble it had caused Obi-Wan.

“Knight Tano has recently returned from an extended mission in the field,” Obi-Wan finally concluded, thanking the serving droid as he took his tray and stepped away from the food line, Quinlan right on his heels. “She’s been having trouble finding her way with the renovations and I have offered to assist her around the Temple.”

“Tano?” Quinlan echoed, flopping down opposite Obi-Wan at one of the long tables the initiates and padawans sat at. “I don’t remember a knight by that name. What does she do?”

Obi-Wan frowned off to the side, trying to stay silent.

Quinlan narrowed his eyes, his grin growing wider. “You know what she was doing, don’t you! Tell me! C’mon, Obi-Waaaaan! I swear to Yoda I won’t tell a soul!”

Shaking his head, Obi-Wan folded his arms over his chest and continued his mulish silence.

“Obi-Wan!” the Kiffar pleaded, holding up his dessert, hoping it would loosen his friend’s tongue. “I’ll give you my chocolate sponge cake!”

“No!” Obi-Wan refused, shaking his head. “I can’t. I don’t have authorization to tell you.”

“Authorization?” Quinlan gaped, his excitement growing by the minute as he was starting to imagine Knight Tano taking on whole squadrons of pirates over the misty rings of an exotic Outer Rim planet. “Is she a Shadow? Master didn’t say anything about her being a Shadow!”

“Quinlan!” Obi-Wan hissed, leaning under the table to give his friend a good kick in the shins. “Shut your karking mouth before somebody hears you!”

“Language, Initiate,” a low voice rumbled into the two boys squabble and they both turned their faces skyward to see the tall, imposing presence of Master Qui-Gon Jinn standing over them. His face was impassive, neither a smile nor a frown on his lips and his eyes seemed to see beyond them, as if they were not there. “Brother Jedi do not squabble over petty gossip. You would do well to set a proper example for your friend, Padawan Vos.”

And with that bit of wisdom imparted, Master Jinn moved out of the dining hall and into the shadowed archway that led back into the Temple.

Obi-Wan let out a heavy sigh and turned his eyes back to his food as Quinlan let out a snort once he was absolutely certain the mountain of a master was out of earshot. He proceeded to sit up straighter and sniffed in a poor imitation of Master Jinn, “You would do well to be more of a stick in the mud like Luminara, Obi-Wan. She never has any fun and all the masters love her.”

Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan tucked into his dinner. “Shut up, Quin. I don’t want to get chewed out by two masters tonight.”

Deciding that his empty stomach could hold out no longer, Quinlan followed Obi-Wan’s suggestion and the two boys began to eat in relative silence.

Quinlan didn’t notice Obi-Wan turning around to gaze out at the doorway Master Jinn departed through. I know Master Ahsoka thinks Master Jinn might be a good master for me but… I don’t know. I don’t think any Padawan could ever make him happy.

Obi-Wan bit into his chocolate sponge cake and sighed. Definitely not me.

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Like idk maybe I’m just too young to understand but I really don’t get why sex should be necessary in a relationship? I just really don’t get it it’s not like it seems gross to me but I just think it’s dark? Also with ships I really feel like it just destroys everything can’t people just stay with kissing and cuddling? I? Just don’t get it?