she should be big

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how old do you have to be before you no longer have the compulsive need to quote spongebob?

also because my brother requested something more traditional:

Picked up some mini prints today!! They would have looked a lot better if I had the versions of the book that I based the colour schemes on and also if the people who work at Staples understood the concept of using bleed when printing images.

Game Grumps subreddit:

Game Grumps uploads a nice fun video in the middle slot. “This belongs on Grumpout! This is such a lazy low effort video! Ugh!”

No videos in the middle slot. “WHY AREN’T THEY UPLOADING ANYTHING? ??!?!!”

Holly says she doesn’t like being called Grump Mom or Grump Wife because she feels that it’s demeaning and trivializes her own channel and hard work. “That’s not sexist because i don’t think it’s sexist! She should just get over it! It’s not that big of deal! Geez!”

JonTron is being a racist again and a few people wonder why he’s still depicted in the subreddit banner. “Jon was a founding Grump! Even though he’s a dumpster fire of a person, and hasn’t contributed to GG in four years, he’s a sacred relic!”

anonymous asked:

The SM has had this thing for a while where she only schedules one cashier for several hours at a time, and then complains that we aren't getting all the work done that we should. Well tonight, she got served a big ol' dish of karma. We had a huge sale, I was the only cashier, and our shoe dept. lady was there. The SM was on the floor the entire night. Cleaning, checking fitting rooms, doing returns, wasn't able to sit down for hours. She finally found out what it's REALLY like to be us.

last night i had a thought that consisted of little more than “lesbian blue sargent” which is of course not only canon contradictory but bluesey contradictory which is more than maybe my poor heart can take but also like.. imagine this

imagine blue sargent who’s been told her entire life that when she has her first kiss he’s going to die and well, when your future’s already been written in the stars next to that telltale “he”, you don’t really think about sexuality too hard 

the curse still means everything it did before, that she needs to stay away from boys, and especially away from kissing them and somehow that’s just never been that big of a deal but she know it should be, that she should want it the way other girls do and in a way she does, because she sees that comfort and familiarity and love and wants those feelings for herself but never seems to want the boys that are supposed to come with it

when adam asks her out she says yes, because he’s good looking and polite and maybe this can be something even if they can’t kiss and eventually this warm fondness she feels will turn to something else and she’ll realize that this is how all the other girls felt before they fell in love, that her anomaly was misunderstanding and nothing deeper than that

gansey finds out about her curse. “don’t tell adam,” she says. “it’s like that, is it?” he asks, a little surprised and little playful. god I hope not, she thinks before catching herself. If she doesn’t want that, then what does she want?

she still kisses noah and hopes that maybe she’s found her loophole, that her first kiss was with a boy already dead. but she knows deep down that kissing the incorporeal doesn’t really count as her first. it’s sort of nice in an empty way that leaves her wanting to do it again and again until she can pinpoint exactly how it made her feel and also makes her wish she had never done it at all

it’s because im not in love, she tells herself, it’d probably be different if it was with adam (but she knows, somewhere deep and painful, that it wouldn’t be)

maybe that’s part of why she breaks up with adam, but it’s also because he’s been so angry and lost lately and she just can’t deal with it. she feels bad because she knows he’s hurting and needs someone who can be with him as he goes through whatever this is and part of her wishes that could be her but it’s just not

gansey picks her up not long after because she called him and asked him to and he’s not totally sure if this means he’s taking sides in whatever transpired but blue asked him to be there for her and he knows adam would never. she doesn’t want to talk about adam but that’s ok because he doesn’t want to either so they drive for a while before he finally tells her everything that happened in dc and asks what happened with their breakup

everything comes out in a way she didn’t expect it to, a way she’s been too afraid to even admit to herself. how she wants it to be about the curse but knows that it isn’t, how she knows how deserving adam is of love, and how resentful she’s been of herself for knowing she was never going to be able to give it in the ways he wanted

“well you can’t expect to have chemistry with everyone who likes you,” gansey says. “yeah,” she admits, “but I don’t think that’s it. I just don’t think I like boys.” something drops in gansey’s heart for a moment because despite everything, despite adam, he’s started to notice blue’s soft skin, the way the bridge of her forehead crinkles when she laughs, but he gets over it because this is blue, his friend, opening up in ways he can tell she hasn’t before

“that’s cool” he says, and then after a careful moment, because he knows his words have a way of being unwitting weapons and this is a sensitive topic, “girls then? or nobody?” “girls,” she says with a fair amount of confidence. “okay then I have to ask… that waitress at nino’s? with the dark curly hair? she’s attractive, right?” blue laughs, “yeah.. yeah she is”. gansey nods, satisfied. “ronan wouldn’t give me his opinion.” “well I think there’s other reasons for that.”

so maybe blue doesn’t really date in high school, even as she grows more comfortable and open with who she is. there’s a lot going on in her life between high school and welsh kings and still knowing that gansey is going to die and she might kill him because… well she still saw him on st mark’s eve and true love is pretty much off the table. also, the dating pool for girls who like girls in henrietta is pretty limited but that’s ok because she has a whole future ahead of her and she has friends who she loves and that’s what feels important right now

it’s adam who figures it out once she tells him what happened in that graveyard that night, how a mirror soul like hers and one made a mirror by the ley line like gansey’s cant connect, how this is how the curse and gansey’s not yet dead ghost must intersect. “I mean that makes sense,” blue says when he tells them. “but I don’t see how the kissing part is going to happen. gansey isn’t exactly my type”. they all laugh, but soberly, because they’ve learned not to believe in coincidences

“jane I hope you don’t mind kissing me” he asks her months later with a good nature that doesn’t seem to fit the direness of the situation. and she does, of course she minds, how can she not mind knowingly being used as an instrument of death? but it was too much written in the stars to ignore, that her first kiss would be his last, too sickeningly convenient that she can get her ill fated first kiss out of the way with her best friend who thinks he needs to die

she kisses him, and still holds him like a shouted word, like love, love, love just of a different kind and he falls from her arms

but this is not the end either and gansey wakes up, newly made by cabeswater, and the road trip goes ahead like they had planned before, never really believing they would all be alive to take it. sometimes someone will ask blue which of the boys, gansey or henry, she’s dating. “I’m gay,” she replies matter-of-factly. “me too,” says henry. gansey raises his arms in mock surrender. “I’m surrounded,” he says good naturedly and whoever asked will laugh, sometimes uncomfortably, and apologize

sometimes blue will leave her number for a cute waitress at one of the diners they stop by on the road. it never hurts to try and sometimes it works

logistically nothing has changed. she still can’t kiss gansey. but that’s not really a problem

The Permission Slip

Because @anghraine mentioned PTA AU, and her brain went one place and mine went another.

The Permission Slip

Jyn opened the door as quietly as possible and slid into the school library. Not that she really should have bothered with stealth. The big room echoed with chatter and laughter and suddenly, happy shrieking as something went pop!

She leaned her back against the wall, looking around. She vaguely remembered coming here on a long-ago Parent Night. At the time, the posters had been dusty and faded, the shelves looming, and the tables dirty. Not to mention a sour librarian who’d been quick to tell her that Lyra refused to stick to books at her grade level, and hadn’t taken it well when Jyn had snapped back that maybe the librarian shouldn’t be giving her kid boring-ass shit she didn’t want to read.

Now it looked bright and warm, the tables all pushed together at one end, sunlight streaming in through the windows. The new librarian had been making changes. Impressive considering he split his time between here and the high school.

The top half of the shelves were empty, all the books moved down. She wondered where the rest of them had gone. Still, there were enough books to make her itchy. She’d kicked the dust of school off her Doc Martens ten years ago, and while she’d gotten her GED, she still wasn’t a fan of scholastic environments in general.

Lyra, she reminded herself. She was here for Lyra. For Lyra, she’d walk over hot coals and swallow live scorpions and -

And take the afternoon off work to tell her kid’s school librarian a thing or two.

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a thunder shower makes for a cozy hour 

The companion piece to Himawari’s room. And another collab between ammeja (who did the incredible drawing) + me (who did the animation)! Everyone could use a good thunderstorm and blanket fort every now and then ⚡ 

“If you can’t stop them in time, you can say goodbye to about a quarter of the world’s population. Any questions?”

The Flash raised his hand.

“Flash, I’ve told you before, you don’t have to raise your hand,” Batman said.

“Right, sorry,” the Flash said, lowering his arm. “I was just wondering why you have a baby?”

“I don’t.”

Batman was clearly holding a very small child in one arm. She had plastic barrettes in her braids, and was wearing a pink tutu. Her shoes were bedazzled.

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anonymous asked:

Is it alright if I ask you why you think Heather M did everything wrong?

Yeah, it’s totally fine, Anon!

My blog is musical-oriented so MOST of my reasons will be based on the musical, and I’m sorry if that bothers you.. but you’re clearly someone whose seen my blog, so you should already know my preference to the musical.

She was just as big of a bitch as the other two Heathers at the beginning (in both the musical and the movie) … She was still a bitch to Veronica, just like the other two. She let Kurt and Ram be disgusting pigs to Veronica (Remember? She’s the one who called Veronica and volunteered her for date rape.. and then her and Duke wouldn’t help Veronica when the jocks were being sleazy) She was still a dick to Martha with the PINYATAAAAH scene. She and Duke BOTH made fun of Veronica after “Blue” and encouraged the rumor about Veronica being a whore. She was still just, basically, a royal cunt.

HOWEVER, Mac was not a bad person entirely, she was redeemed… as shown in Lifeboat, Shine A Light Reprise, and eventually Seventeen Reprise. (Mac breaks away from Duke and grabs Veronica’s hand) …

So yes, Mac was a fucking cunt just like Duke and Chandler and she should be held accountable for her behavior… because it was fucked up. BUT– she wasn’t a totally bad character and she redeemed herself in the end.

You guys gotta understand that I love Heather McNamara and she’s probably my favorite Heather.. but she was still a dick.

Just like I love JD, but he killed people and that’s terrible and inexcusable. But I still love him. Shhhh.

She Should Be
  • **221B Baker Street. Sherlock and Archie are sitting on the couch, with his laptop on the coffee table in front of them. Rosie is dozing in her Moses basket next to Sherlock.**
  • Archie: *browses through crime scene photos* Is Dr Hooper coming over?
  • Sherlock: *on his phone* Yes. *glances at Archie with a smile* Molly's promised to bring a heart after work. We're experimenting on it once your parents pick you up.
  • Archie: *nods* My mum watches this show called 'Murdoch Mysteries'. It's about Detective Murdoch, who's like you if you were a Canadian copper in the old-timey era.
  • Sherlock: What kind of 'old-timey' era? Regency? Victorian? Edwardian?
  • Archie: Victorian, I think.
  • Sherlock: *types on his phone* What about this Murdoch character?
  • Archie: He uses new, scientific methods to solve murders, just like on 'CSI'. But his methods are only called that cos they're in the Victorian era and his boss prefers old-school ways of solving murders.
  • Sherlock: *puts his phone down next to his laptop* What does that have to do with Molly coming over later?
  • Archie: Detective Murdoch has a girlfriend. She looks at the corpses at crime scenes and works on them at the morgue to find out what killed them and stuff. They get along great as friends. She supports him all the time, and he trusts her skills and knowledge. She helps him out a lot too. Dr Ogden's like Dr Hooper. That's why she's your girlfriend!
  • Sherlock: *stares at Archie* Molly isn't my girlfriend!
  • Archie: *turns to Sherlock* She's not?! *stares at the photo of a severed head* *frowns* Oh. *glances at Sherlock and shrugs* She should be.
  • Molly: *walks in carrying a small cooler* Hello, boys! *looks sheepish when Rosie starts to fuss* Whoops! *goes over to the basket to pick up the crying baby* Sorry, Rosie!
  • Sherlock: *stands up* *takes the cooler from Molly* She'll need feeding soon, so I'll go warm her bottle.
  • Sherlock & Molly: *work together to change Rosie's nappies, feed her, and put her back to sleep*
  • Archie: *opens folder of more gruesome photos* *mumbles to himself* Yep, she's his girlfriend.
  • **Later, after the Watsons and Archie's parents pick up the kids.**
  • Sherlock: *gathers Molly in his arms and kisses her*
  • Molly: *kisses him back after a moment* *gives him a shocked look when they come up for air* Wh-what was that for?!
  • Sherlock: *smirks* Archie helped me realise something.
  • Molly: Realise what?
  • Sherlock: That you should be my girlfriend. Or wife, if you pref––Mmmmmmmph!
  • Molly: *snogs the daylights out of him*
The Best Las Vegas Weekend Getaway Ever...

Reading the stories bounced a memory from when I was working as a contractor at SRP (the power utility) in Phoenix, AZ in 1997.

My coworker Tim had a girlfriend, and she and he made plans to go to Las Vegas over a long weekend to celebrate their 3 year anniversary. However, that girlfriend was also cheating on him.

Tim found out. Tim knew the NuDude, too. Tim decided to play it cool, and plan…

Tim broke up with his girl a few days before The Big Trip. He initiated the breakup by calmly telling her that he knew about NuDude, and had for a while, and that she should make other plans for The Big Trip Weekend, and that she should move her shit out of the apartment before then, and she did.

Friday rolls around and Tim takes off for Las Vegas with his best friend, the two of them intent on partying the pain away in a way that only Las Vegas Movie Montage can provide.

But before he left…he put his skills to work, and the execution was sublime.

He wrote a little script for his modem dialer program (yay, dialup!). In the 602 area code (back in the day) two prefixes (20,000 numbers) were dedicated exclusively to pagers. His dialer script dialed each number in those two prefixes sequentially, paused 10 seconds, added his (now ex-)GF’s number, a space, and 911, then hung up, did the same for NuDude’s number, and then moved on to the next number.

anonymous asked:

Charlie x Daphne?

this is for the @slytherdornet and @hprarepairnet trope challenge! this is for the “don’t you dare pity me” trope from this list

  • daphne’s parents disowned her.
  • it was official; she swore she wouldn’t be like her sister and let that happen.
  • but it did, and because it did, daphne wanted to drink.
  • she would usually call pansy to go out bar hopping with her, but she felt like she should do this alone.
  • it ended up being a big mistake.
  • by the third bar, she reeked of firewhiskey and was wailing celestina warbeck loudly through the karoke machine’s speakers. 
  • eventually, a strong body grabbed her by the waist and brought her down from the top of the bar’s counter.
  • “hey!” she complained, “i’m singing here!”
  • “we can all hear that,” a husky voice said, “that’s why i stopped you before you could embarrass yourself more.”
  • daphne rolled her eyes and blinked a few times to clear her fuzzy vision.
  • once she focused on the body in front of her, she gulped.
  • he was handsome.
  • he was wearing a blue button down, and she saw an outline of a tattoo peeking out of the collar of his shirt. 
  • she was too drunk to make out what the tattoo was. 
  • he had bright red hair and scruff, and his eyes were so blue that they reminded her of astoria’s favorite sweater as a child.
  • “i have a wonderful singing voice, thank you very much!” she told the stranger, “you probably wouldn’t know what talent is if it slapped you in the face.”
  • he smirked, “alright sweetheart, whatever you say.”
  • she tried to take another shot, but he grabbed her hand and forced the shot glass down.
  • “who are you?” she asked hotly, “my father? you can’t control me. i don’t even know you!”
  • “then let me introduce myself,” he told her, “i’m charlie weasley.”
  • she groaned and rolled her eyes again, “oh god, you’re a weasley.”
  • “yeah, and i know exactly who you are. you’re a greengrass. don’t let your entitlement issues stop you from saying thanks.”
  • “i have no reason to thank you.”
  • “trust me, you will thank me in the morning.”
  • “i won’t see you in the morning! i would never sleep with you.”
  • “there is no way in hell i would sleep with you. the fact that you would even go there is laughable.”
  • sure, weasley. that’s a joke.”
  • he eyed her and didn’t stop her this time as she took another shot.
  • “so what is causing all this?” he asked her while motioning to her seven shot glasses, “people don’t drink this heavily for fun. they drink this much to forget.
  • “don’t try to act all wise with me. i know you don’t have enough brain cells for it.”
  • “why don’t you stop insulting me and look in the mirror?”
  • “fuck off, weasley.”
  • she tried to get up, but she stumbled and he caught her under her arms.
  • “you are not sober enough to go anywhere,” he told her, “i won’t let you be alone.”
  • why do you even care?” she spat, “my family doesn’t even give a fuck, so you shouldn’t.”
  • his face softened as he helped her back onto her bar stool.
  • she hated the look on his face. it was a look of pity.
  • “don’t you fucking pity me! at least i’m not poor.
  • “money is not everything.”
  • “that’s what poor people say.” 
  • he still was watching her carefully as she tried to avoid looking at him, but it did not work out well for her.
  • he was intriguing.
  • “do you want to talk about it?” he asked her kindly.
  • she shook her head and let one tear slip out, but she wiped it away quickly and waved the bartender over to give her another shot.
  • “no, i don’t want to talk at all. i want to drink.
  • he nodded and asked the bartender for two waters once he gave her her shot and said, “alright, but i’m not leaving.”
  • and she would never admit it, but she was grateful that he seemed to care. even if it was just for one night.