‘One Day At A Time’ Renewed For Season 2 By Netflix

The new version is about a Cuban-American family and centers on a recently separated, former military mom (Justina Machado) who is navigating a new single life while raising her radical teenage daughter and socially adept tween son. She’s “helped” by her old school Cuban-born mom (Rita Moreno) and a friends-without-benefits building manager named Schneider.

Set to return for Season 2 are stars Machado, Moreno, Todd Grinnell, Isabella Gomez, Marcel Ruiz and Stephen Tobolowsky. Lear, Gloria Calderon Kellett, Mike Royce, Brent Miller and Michael Garcia executive produce.

The 13-episode first season was produced by Act III Productions, Inc., Snowpants Productions and Small Fish Studios in association with Sony Pictures Television.

Glitch In The Matrix Stories #33

I Think I Just Played Against Myself In Tetris

There’s a site on the internet in which you can play Tetris 1v1, called Tetris Friends. My name on the site is IWantToTellYou, but when I’m playing it doesn’t display full name, so I can see just IWantT…

So the thing is, I’m playing and I start a new game and I see my enemy has the username IWantT… and I can’t see the rest. The user also has the same icon as I do, then I think it’s a coincidence.

So I just play, but I notice that my enemy isn’t playing and he’s just letting the blocks fall down as if he was AFK, and I just beat him in 15 seconds, and move on. I was just rushing like usually so I didn’t pay attention to his username in after-game screen. The next game I open, I’m playing vs. the exact same user, but this time he’s getting the same blocks I did the last game and he does the same moves I did.

I fucking froze, got so scared I couldn’t move. He beat me in the exact same way I beat him the last time. The games were identical. I stuck around in the after game screen and saw that the username was in fact IWantToTellYou just like mine. I clicked on the username and it brought me to my profile. WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.

As I’m writing this down I’m shaking as fuck, I’m still fucking disturbed.

Credits to: TheresAPlace

I Saw Myself On Omegle

It was weird. It looked exactly like me except I was wearing a shirt and sitting up, and the other me was naked and laying on his side. I was thinking it might have been a recording from another time- but I have a beard that I’ve never had before, and so did the other me. 

I only saw it for a second before the cam re-rolled. I don’t get on Omegle often cause it’s usually just other dudes wanking but I decided to try my luck at finding a random hot chick one more time. Google says the last time I visited the page was May 2015. It was freaky.

Credits to: 19Kyle94

Ended Up On Opposite Side Of Fence After Sledding Into It

This has always been the weirdest thing I can remember.

When I was a tween, my brother and I would visit these family friends who had daughters our age. They lived on the edge of a modest hill facing a running track surrounded by a regular chest-high chain link fence. We would play around this area whenever we visited since it was open and hardly anyone was around but joggers. 

In the winter we could easily sled tubes down to where the fence began. The hill was never so steep that we would ever crash into the fence even at its highest point, especially since there was plenty of flat space to slow down on.

However, I remember a single occasion where I picked up enough speed to make it all the way to the very bottom of the hill. I was worried I would impact the chain-link very hard, and though I was bundled in a heavy coat and snowpants I squeezed my eyes shut to prepare for what I thought would be the inevitable crash. When it never came I waited to stop moving and eventually opened my eyes.

I was on the running track behind the fence, about 20 feet from where it began. My brother and our friends were at the top of the hill about to descend, not really paying attention to me. I had to climb over the fence in my bulky winter gear to get back to them, as there was no gate on the side we were playing against. The others didn’t seem to notice what had happened but I have always been concerned with how I didn’t crash out and seemed to teleport or phase through the fence to safety.

For a while I thought I had picked up enough speed and somehow managed to slide underneath the fence. I do not think that would have been possible as it had freshly snowed a few inches, compacting the bottom of the fence and making it impossible to move easily. Plus, I imagine the chain at the bottom would have scratched me in a way I would have been able to notice. But again, I simply came to a halt as if the fence had never been there. I have no reasonable explanation for how this happened.

Credits to: vailarian

My Reflection Was Looking The Other Way

I have had a couple of of odd things happen, though none of them close together. 

One that springs to mind happened about a year ago. I was in a restaurant with my husband and kids, and there was a big mirror on the wall opposite me. When I looked at myself in the mirror, my reflection was not looking back at me, then a moment later, it was. In the mirror, it was as if there was a time lag, and my reflection hadn’t quite caught up. It totally unnerved me. 

A moment later it was back to normal, but I can still picture the image of my own eyes looking sideways instead of straight back at me. Like looking at a photo instead of a reflection. I could understand if my brain was the one taking time to catch up, with nerve impulses transmission and a kind of processing delay, but is it possible for my brain to actually beat reality, and see it before it happened? 

I did not say anything to my husband at the time, as I was freaked out, just kept kept looking away and then back, to see if it happened again. I wondered if it may be something to do with the properties of light/reflection/refraction playing tricks on my eyes, but it was definitely weird. The mirror was totally flat by the way, not beveled or decorated in any way. 

Credits to: mellybigbelly

anonymous asked:

the mosquito is the minnesota state bird. its like mcfucking capri sun straws,,, they'll carry u off with them. theres no escape. the summers go from like 100° to -14° when theres a breeze off superior. kids will go to school unless the wind chill is deadly. hockey moms. mn is hardcore

when i was little me and the neighborhood kids would all waddle outside in our snowpants and snowboots and throw water on our boots to see how long it’d take for us to freeze to the ground

and my town would hold the polar plunge each year where we’d carve a hole in one of the nearby lakes and hold an event where people could wear wacky costumes and jump into the water for fun so Yes I Agree With All Of That

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twdgislife said: Being Paul Lahotes child imprint would include?

A/N: Heya, lovely! I hope that you enjoy this! I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT IMPRINT ISN’T ALWAYS ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED, for those out there that don’t know that. Thanks so much for your request! - Admin Kat 💟

Being Paul Lahote’s Child Imprint Would Include:

- Okay, first of all, let’s get this straight: An imprint isn’t just a soulmate romance bond, alright? What it mean’s is that the shape-shifter becomes whatever you need them to be; i.e. A friend, a sibling, a guardian, a lover, etc. IT DOES NOT ALWAYS MEAN BEING WITH THEM ROMANTICALLY!

- Okay, glad that’s out of the way…

- Paul would treat the child (his imprint) like a little sibling, - depending upon their gender-: He would watch over them, ensuring that they are well taken care of.

- He’d be so fiercely protective of the child that the pack would nickname him ‘Mother Goose’.

- He’s wouldn’t tolerate anyone bullying or hurting them, okay? He’d start shaking and shit will go down hill from there. (Pardon my French there)

- I just would like to put this out there that Paul would love that child no matter what! He would be accepting of them if they were transgender, gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, could see the dead, had a shrine of Drake Bell in their house, whatever: He won’t care, he’s going to love them regardless and make sure that their every need is taken care of.

- He’s so going to monitor what their imprint takes in: Like, he won’t let them watch anything that isn’t age appropriate.

- On from that part, I can totally see the pack teaching them bad words or letting them watch something not child friendly and Paul going: “Jared… Jacob… Seth… Leah… Embry…” and so on with the names and everyone just freezing up.

- He’d go soft as hell, like seriously: He’d be a permanent teddy bear.

- His favorite thing would be his imprint falling asleep on him when he reads them a story.

- He’d dedicate a fair amount of his time taking care of them. He’d neglect his studies because of it.

- Unconditional love and hugs for his child imprint.

- If they were crying, he’d immediately become panic-stricken.

- He’d be the only one the be able to figure out how to make his imprint happy all of the time.

- If anyone in the pack made his imprint cry… they’re dead.

- He’d totally have a specific mushy cooing voice for his imprint, he’d pinch their cheeks and have a permanent grin plastered on his face.

- “Out of the way, Mother Goose is coming through!” Jared, Embry and Quil would shout.

- “I thought I told you dumbasses to stop calling me that!” Paul shouts.

- “Dumbass!” the child squeaks.

- “No, no, no! Don’t say that!” Paul would laugh uncomfortably, cooing to his imprint in his arms, but the child would continue to utter the word and the pack would burst out laughing.

- Leah would prank Paul with the child and Paul wouldn’t even get mad. Like literally, he’d be so happy.

- Watching kid shows and movies for eternity.

- He’d do goofy dances and song’s to cheer them up.

- He’d watch them like a hawk. Not in a creepy manner, but to ensure that they’re safe, don’t hurt themselves or go lost.

- When he goes on patrols, he would go by the house or in the yard in which his imprint lived, just to ensure that there’s no danger close by.

- Everyone would tease him, but his imprint would get him to chill out a lot more and he’d be happy; which would mean certainly more peace for the pack.

- Paul would be so protective, okay? Like, not even a fly is gonna touch them!

- He’d totally baby them and make them wear a marshmellow jacket, snowpants, little mittens and boots, in the winter. He’s not gonna joke around with his stuff, okay?

- It’s his duty!

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Sledding (Dreams and Reverie)

Summary: Steven and Connie spend a day sledding.

[The beginning of a drabble series focused on Connverse, titled “Dreams and Reverie.” 

Feel free to send prompts or ideas for this collection!

Masterpost for Dreams and Reverie found here]

Steven searched through his closet, pushing aside old shirts and jeans as he looked for adequate winter gear. Connie already had her gear, having taken the bus here and needing the extra layers to handle the cold while she waited for her ride.

He found his trusty pale blue puffer coat and pulled it out of the closet for inspection. It was a little worn —the zipper needed a good tug to zip closed and there were a few scuffs on the plastic-y fabric— but it would suffice. He stood up, bringing the coat with him, and walked over to his bed.

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Sensory Hell

Layers on the legs!! You know how when you were a kid (my followers from the great white north will understand) and in order to go outside whether it be to school, or just playing, you had to wear like 3 pairs of pants? Like you had your pajama pants or long johns, then pants, then snowpants. I HaTeD that with a burning passion. I love layers up top, but on my legs it’s just like NOOO


11.22.14 Snowpants at UCB Franklin. It’s been months since the last Snowpants (and it will be months until the next one) but this edition was a doozy. I am delighted that I correctly predicted that Joseph Gordon-Levitt would be a guest improviser, judging from his recent collaborations with Ben Schwartz. But I was also happy to see frequent UCB attendee Breckin Meyer as the second guest improviser.

In addition to Schwartz, the regular improvisers were Horatio Sanz, Thomas Middleditch, and the man with the best comedic timing on the planet, Zach Woods. Both guests dove in headfirst and made it a really fun show to watch. 

sceptiqueveille  asked:

for the new meme (love the concept btw :D ) can i ask Enjolras and Grantaire?

since like i said, this is gonna vary widely from one AU to another and i can only speak for myself, let’s assume this is for w.a.r. enjolras and grantaire, far in the future


  • he believes in respecting his kids, ok. he believes in letting them express themselves. this comes back to haunt them later. “dad why did you let me go to kindergarten dressed in a swimsuit, snowpants, and a dress tied over my shoulders like a cape?” look, honey, you were really insistent that it was the look you were going for. “on picture day?” i pointed that out to you. you had a vision.
  • honestly i think he winds up with a similar approach to sex ed as his parents, possibly down to the printed handouts with vocabulary terms. better to have too much information than not enough! 
  • all of his kids’ teachers either love him or fear him. there is no middle ground.


  • only bothers to learn the name of one current youth celebrity. uses this name indiscriminately to refer to all youth celebrities, i.e. one direction is “that gaggle of young beibers” 
  • too high-strung to teach his kids how to drive; the only time he tried, he spent the whole car ride almost screaming in terror.
  • nicknames. the nicknames. 
  • shit, the nicknames.

chippinawayatlife  asked:

Can you tell us about one of your most favorite childhood memories?

My grandparents lived on a farm with a giant circle driveway. They’d plow the snow in the winter and put all the snow in one giant pile next to the corn crib, and if we got a lot of snow the pile would be as tall as the building and as big as a house. My cousins and I would put on our snowpants and dig tunnels through the pile, hollow out the inside so there were secret rooms, and climb to the top so we were able to get on top of the roof of the corn crib. It’s a goddamn miracle the pile never collapsed on to any of us, because that would have been a disaster. But yeah, the giant snow pile at gramma’s. I’ll never get to experience anything like it again, and it was one of my favorite things. 😊

anonymous asked:

so what are some Canadian stereotypes that are actually true? (aboot, really?)

i mean, is it wrong to picture u talking like terrence and philip?

Okay look the “aboot” thing is because you weird Americans open your mouths wide enough to eat an entire patriotic baseball when you say “about” (Abaaaahwt? really?!) whereas Canadians open their mouths a normal amount for saying words and not gargling sports equipment

Also no our entire faces do not disassemble when speaking


  • Eat maple syrup directly out of snow with a stick
  • Apologize to people when you were at fault, when they were at fault, when you weren’t even involved in the incident, or when you moderately inconvenience an inanimate object
  • Talk about hockey even if you don’t like hockey
  • Born knowing how to a) skate b) balance while walking on ice and c) paddle a canoe
  • Eat beaver tails
  • Walk around in -40C weather in leggings/jeans because it is literally never “too cold” to do something.
  • Everyone has at least several variations on flannel
  • “Eh”

Anyway here’s a good summary from Kate Beaton:




Thanks to Ben Schwartz, for no particular reason.


confession overdue || sehun

Originally posted by blondejongin

overdue confessions result in trembling hearts.

1620 words; normal verse!au; sehun/reader scenario; fluff, angst

DECEMBER 16, 2001


You look up from your spot in the snowbank, only to see a curious pair of eyes staring straight back at you. It’s a boy, about your age. His grin is wide and he’s got a few missing teeth, but he’s as energetic as ever, and absolutely eager to meet a new friend.

“Hi,” you mumble back.

“I’m Oh Sehun!” The boy exclaims, and he pushes his scarf that is covering his chin, down a little further. “Can I play with you?”

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What I know about my soulmate (so far) Part 1!

I’ve never met my soulmate, but I have a general idea of how he looks and how he acts. (Is that weird? I don’t care.) 

1. He has brown hair. 

2. He has one crooked, super sharp canine that he’s insecure about. 

3. He was born in Arizona. 

4. Whenever it’s cold, he bundles up in two sweatshirts, one thin snowcoat, one huge snowcoat, sweatpants, snowpants, three pairs of socks, and snowboots. Even when there’s less than one inch of snow. When I’m feeling extra evil, I race him to the top of a hill and push him. It’s very fun to watch. 

5. I have a thing for cellists, but my soulmate isn’t actually a cellist. He plays in band (I don’t know what), and always loses his mouthpiece. He has six mouthpieces just in case. (Get it? Haha.) 

6. He is dog racist. He is afraid of a certain breed of dogs. I know, I’m outraged too. He’s afraid of pitbulls and anything taller than him on two legs. Which is absolutely hilarious because all my neighbors have huge dogs.

7. He reads everything I write. 

8. He tries to write, but eventually scribbles it out and draws little black clouds. 

9. He has green eyes. He wears green a lot because he knows it brings them out. 

10. He has brown, soft, fluffy, soft, sweet-smelling, soft, fluffy—what was I talking about? Oh yeah, hair. 

11. He loves scented candles. He has a scented candle fetish. He buys me scented candles every opportunity he gets. Valentine’s Day? Rose candle. Christmas? Cookie candle. Birthday? Cake candle. He always insists I light them when he comes over. 

12. He’s smart. Not as smart as me, but smart. (I AM SO ARROGANT.)

13. He, however, is not arrogant. In fact, the only thing he ever brags about is that one time he tripped me into a puddle. 

14. His favorite sweaters are way too big for him, and at least ten sizes oversized for me. They could easily fit three people. So when we sit together at the football games, we cuddle inside his jacket. 

15. His favorite color is green. 

16. He has perfect hair. 

17. He posts a daily quote on his twitter. 

18. He gives the weirdest, vaguest advice. (Ex. “Don’t be upset, darling. Just remember that if the giant explosion of stuff didn’t happen at the beginning of the universe, we wouldn’t be here.” “You mean the big bang?” “No, the giant explosion of stuff.”) 

19. He has braces, so he assigns every color a letter and spells out my name on his teeth. 

20.  He is SOOOOOO dreamy. SOOOOOO dreamy. 

21. He has amazing hair. 

22. He’s a baaaaad singer. Leave the singing to me, hun. 

23. The only song he can play on the recorder is Hot cross Buns. 

24. The only song he can play on the piano is Heart and Soul. 

25. He has mini anxiety attacks about minor things. He almost always hides them perfectly, though. 

26. He’s the opposite of a no-nonsense person. He’s an amazing therapist. 

27. He loves having his soft, fluffy hair played with. 

28. Every year, he goes through a “possessions purge,” where he donates everything he doesn’t need to charity. 

29. He’s so easy and fun to boss around. 

30. He gets really paranoid and frantic when I’m passive aggressive. 

Alrightly, that’s your weekly thirty!

i just had a thought. since winter is well on its way and all. imagine char trying out skiing for the first time:  she dresses in the full gear - big snowpants, big gloves, multiple scarves, huge ass coat, but it’s all from a thrift shop and its from the 70s so it’s just a big mish-mash of bright neon colours. she has no idea that she has to start with the small hill, just wants to go on the tallest hill. finds her way onto the gondalas and then from the top - literally just tumbles all the way down, laughing her ass off the whole time. lands at the bottom with many bruises and a sprain wrist and ankle.  

Love Lessons

Summary: He understood Math like the back of his palm. It was textbook, it had specific formulas to follow, and if everything was placed well all his problems would be solved. Too bad there isn’t a formula on how to ask you coworker out.


T+ for smooches

(Ive accidentally deleted like twice now someone shoot me)

Inside the quiet classroom, the sound of feverish pen tapping bounced against the walls.

Was it a nervous teen waiting for a test grade?

Not quite.

The owner of the pen had been thumping the end against a stack of ungraded tests for several minutes, and the students were just waiting for him to pop.

“ggrrRRHOW DO YOU ASK SOMEONE OUT?” The salmon haired man burst from his desk. 

His cry caused the students to jump in their desks, earning some shrieks from the jocks in the back of the class.

“Here we go again.” A pink haired girl sighed as she opened up a small notepad labeled ‘Mr. Dragneel’s issues’ on the cover.

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