social stunt

Scooby Doo idea: Daphne Blake as the weird rich kid whose parents signed her up for a shit-ton of rich-kid extracurriculars like polo, fencing, and all of this other shit so they wouldn’t have to deal with her/bolster her college resume. She puts a lot of effort into actually being good at all these extra-curriculars bc she’s competing with all of her ~super successful and talented~ sisters for attention and ends up athletic as hell and socially stunted and like…really aggressive and competitive and never quite satisfied with anything she’s doing. The only other ‘High Society’ kid who can put up with her is Norville “Shaggy” Rogers —an anxious stoner with freaky strict parents whose only friend prior to Daphne was his equally anxious rescue dog—Daphne’s been beating up Shaggy’s bullies for years. Then there’s student council dweeb Fred Jones who’s always been groomed to be this ‘leader’ by his parents and is always pressured to go to these youth leadership things and stuff and yeah he’s pretty good at directing group projects, but really Fred’s kind of shy and more interested in engineering, forensics and maybe criminal justice and he’s been friends with this chick Velma Dinkley in engineering club who’s brilliant but she’s also tactless, awkward and very bitterly sarcastic to cover up for the fact that her book smarts far outweigh her social skills.

 So then there’s this mystery downtown and all five of them show up and there’s a mutual, “Oh hey it’s you: The weird kid from my school. What are you doing here?” and everyone goes around. Fred’s like, “Oh I knew the owners of this place and they said they might have to close down because of this ghost and I told Velma about it and Velma thinks we can get to the bottom of this.” And Shaggy’s like, “Scoob and I didn’t want to be home right now and we honestly didn’t know about the ghost but hey Daphne’s here so we feel safe enough to hang out and maybe Scoob can sniff out some clues or something.” And then everyone turns and looks at Daphne and Daphne’s just like, “I want to fight a fucking ghost.” 

Logan Sanders is autistic.

Alright, so, with Autism Acceptance Month in full go, and with me still not having managed to get Thomas to acknowledge this, here we go again.

Some of you may know that I made another long post about this a while back, and I am so happy that it got as much traction as it got, it wasn’t enough as the point of the whole thing was to get @thatsthat24 himself to acknowledge it. Which is why I’m doing this again. Now, strap yourselves in, because this is gonna be a long one.

I’ll get straight to the point; from watching Thomas’s Sanders Sides videos, I have come to the conclusion that Logic, also known as Logan, is without a doubt autistic. Why is that, you ask? Well, he exhibits a lot of common autistic characteristics:

  • He takes things very literally, and has a hard time with metaphors - having to use flash cards to memorize them.
  • He is often unable to tell when something is meant as a joke, and even when he gets that something is a joke he often gets frustrated by false facts. For example, his reaction to Morality’s dad jokes in the Q&A video.
  • He is incredibly socially stunted - just look at his attempt at “flirting” with Valerie in the valentine’s day video.
  • He has Special Interests - most notably poetry and crime novels. He has infodumped on several occasions: for example, in the Q&A video, when asked about his favourite book, he wanted to tell the viewer about everything that happened in the book. He has also several times used quotes from poems or poets in otherwise irrelevant conversations, and it is also important to note that he knows more about poetry than Roman, who is the one that’s supposed to represent that sort of stuff. As for crime novels, not only is his favourite book a murder mystery, he has also dressed up as Sherlock at one point, and his favourite disney movie is Big Hero 6, which could be seen as a crime story considering it’s about a bunch of kids trying to figure out who a certain criminal is.
  • He has difficulties comprehending emotions, especially the emotions of other people. His knowledge of psychology and body language seems entirely like something one has read up on in a book - it doesn’t come naturally to him. He’s also, word for word, said: “Emotions, the bane of my existence”, which implies that he just… doesn’t understand them.

There are more, too, but these ones are the most prominent ones.

It is also worthy to note that, as mentioned earlier, he has dressed up as and explicitly been compared to Sherlock Holmes, who is one of the most well-known examples of an allistic person accidentally writing an autistic character. 

Now, I am very well aware that Thomas probably didn’t intend this. It’s a common trope, after all - the emotionally stunted nerd genius - and not many allistic people realize that it’s actually a (somewhat distorted) portrayal of autism. 

However, I think it is extremely important that he is made aware of this as soon as possible, as examples of this “trope” often tend to fall victim to different kinds of mockery - being called inhuman, having their special interests mocked, being referred to as cold-hearted machines… A well known example of this is Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory - he is obviously autistic, but the creators keep mocking him and encouraging their viewers to mock him for exhibiting autistic behaviours. 

I don’t want Logan to become a Sheldon. I don’t want the Sanders Sides to become a Big Bang Theory. I am terrified of this happening, even though I know that Thomas is a good person, because if he doesn’t know what he’s doing then how do we know he won’t accidentally end up making autistic people the butt of a joke? We’ve already seen slight examples of this, for example in the most recent video not only Anxiety but also Thomas himself essentially mocked Logan for taking things too literally, and that stung. So please. I beg of you. Reblog this. @ Thomas in this. Send him asks about this.

Don’t let Logan become a Sheldon.

“Lord of the Flies would have turned out a hell of a lot differently if it was a private school of young girls (who are expected to be responsible and selfless instead), or a public school where the children weren’t all from an inherently entitled, emotionally stunted social class…or that the same premise with children raised in a different culture than the toxic and oppressive British Empire and its emphasis on social hierarchy and personal wealth and status.

What we perceive as the unchangeable truth deep inside humanity because of things like Lord of the Flies and the Stanford Prison Experiment, is just the base truths about what happens when you remove any accountability controlling one social group with an overwhelming sense of entitlement and an inability to feel compassion.” –

anonymous asked:

Apparently Bella unfollowed Zayn on Instagram? Saw some tweets. Could I be oh so hopeful to believe it could be over?

It sure seems like she did just that, nonnie.(I see no sign of the Versus collab on there either.)  👀

I just hope that whatever happens Zayn doesn’t come out looking like the bad guy (as is usually the case), ya know?

We’ll soon find out if there’s more drama to come. Stay tuned.

ahhh i know jonathan is v unpopular in fandom but i think he’s a really good older brother and suffered under lonnie’s abuse as much as joyce and even though he’s so much of… That typical angsty socially stunted broody teen he’s also responsible, kind, and fiercely protective and i still love him

ofc if you don’t like him it’s fine!!! he just has so many good qualities that are glossed over bc he’s a more “quiet” character and also the writing….

The Final Countdown

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do one with either Dan + Reader or Phil + Reader about that story that goes around tumblr about how you have timers on yourself (I think your wrist?) that count down the months, days, hours, and seconds until you meet your soulmate, maybe when they meet at a meet and greet?? Thanks!! :D 

Pairing: Dan x Reader (I might do a Phil one in the future based of this sort of request, but I’m already working on one for him so I figured I’d write one for Dan too :)

Warnings: Literally none, other than the fact that this is probably terrible writing. 


47 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes, and 26 seconds. The arrangement of numbers blinked back at you from their place on your wrist. They were supposedly there to tell you how long it will be until you meet your soulmate, but in all honesty they were just stressing you out more than anything right then.

You pulled a baggy sweater on over your head, watching as the fabric ate away the little blinking numbers. And then you were just Y/N. Awkward, socially stunted, nerdy Y/N, minus all that soul mate business. Funny how a little chip of metal could start to alter all of that. 

You pushed a bagel down into the toaster, making a mental note to yourself to actually pull it out before it ended up burning like the last few ties. And then  moved on to your coffee, realizing way too late that you had ever so conveniently forgotten to pick up coffee rounds at the store (again) and were stuck with one of the little packs of instant coffee that you had saved specifically for this sort of occasion. You pulled your mug, the white one with little cat whiskers at the top of it, from the cupboard. 

After filling it with water and sticking it in the microwave for the right amount of time, you did what a good Samaritan, such as yourself, should have done and started to respond to emails- that is until a little notification popped up saying that Danisnotonfire had uploaded a new video. 

It’s not like you could actually be expected to do something productive when there was a brand new YouTube video to watch. And so that’s how you spent the next four minutes of your life (and also how you managed to burn your third bagel that week).


10 days, 1 hours, 52 minutes, and 8 seconds. Over-sized hoodies, sweatshirts, and really just anything with long sleeves became your go-to outfits of choice . Your timer had gotten you panicked over the past few days, the continuously dropping numbers starting to make your anxiety rear its ugly head. 

You were grabbing groceries, your earbuds loudly playing Fall Out Boy as you went along, throwing bread, eggs, and Oreos in to your cart. on second thought you tossed in a pack of Mac N’ Cheese too. A dinner for champions, really. 


5 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes, and 26 seconds. You’ve never been this stressed. Not even when you had to do speeches back in secondary school. Your fingers curled and uncurled around your mug of tea. It was probably cold now at that point, as it had been sitting on the table for a good twenty minutes, but you drank it anyhow. The TV played an old rerun of Friends, a marathon most likely, and you took a few deep breaths, trying to focus on the show.


1 day, 4 hours, 20 minutes, 14 seconds. You were ecstatic, you had actually managed to briefly push the thought of soulmates out of your mind. You were meeting Dan and Phil tomorrow. The Dan and Phil. 

You quickly poured food in to your cat’s bowl, sitting down on the floor next to her as she ate. 

“It’s freaking tomorrow. Holy crap. I’m so nervous,” You said aloud to yourself. “Or maybe I’m excited. I have no idea.”

You purposely kept your wrist down, averting your eyes from the numbers. The last thing you needed was more reason to be anxious. 


0 days, 0 hours, 10 minutes, 51 seconds. You were there. You were actually there. In the same building as Dan and Phil, surrounded by some of the most wonderful people you’d ever met. The entire idea of timers and soulmates was wiped from your head, and you let yourself laugh with the others in your group as a sweet girl named Eden made a joke. 

“What do you think they’re like? Dan and Phil I mean,”Kathrine, the girl standing next to you asked to no one in particular, looking around as she spoke. 

“Tall,” Another girl answered with a laugh, and a few others agreed. 

“Nerdy,” Someone from the back of the group quipped. 

“Nice, I’m sure,”Added the boy to your right, whom you’d helped draw whiskers on earlier. You nodded in agreement. They would be overly nice, surely.


0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 40 seconds. Dan and Phil gave you a matching a set of grins, and you smiled back so hard it hurt. You gave Phil a hug first. And told him you were doing very well when he asked you how you were. 

You gave Dan a hug next and before you could stress out about the fact that you were nearly crying on your favorite Youtubers, you heard a soft beeping and felt a strange tingling sensation in your wrist. 

He must’ve heard it too as he pulled away quickly, staring down at you with wide brown eyes as he gently pulled up his sleeve, his timer blinking up at the two of you. His blank timer blinking up at the two of you. 

You mirrored his actions, tugging your sleeve up far too slowly before coming coming face-to-face with dashes rather than numbers. Your heart beat ten times faster than normal and your stomach was filled with butterflies as you looked back up to him. 

“It’s you,” He said, a massive grin on his face.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Love your blog, super new to this shit. Is there a tag I can look up on your blog that explains this fake insiders trashing Zayn thing? I'm a Zayn fan (wish the other boys well but don't necessarily care about them or 1D) and new to Tumblr, and just finding out exactly how problematic some people claiming to be woke on this website are. Alternative facts exist here, like everywhere else and it's really saddening. Like isn't fandom of any sort supposed to bring you joy?

Hey nonnie. Thanks for the blog love. I didn’t dedicate a specific tag to that. It’s all in my fandom fuckery tag I think, which unfortunately, is over 2500 posts strong (damn fandom get it together).

In a nutshell, as far as I’m aware, it started on twitter and spread to tumblr. There was a fake insider that really was an insider, but was spreading alternative facts on purpose. Confused yet? Yeah, it was a mess. Basically a tiny “mistake” made by this person led to it being found out that they worked for Modest. They tweeted a relative from their fake account and of course, fans went digging and found their true identity. Their resume was still online.

Anyway, this person was using Harry and Louis as bait to draw Larries in. They’d tweet little things that turned out to be true, which gave them cred. But it was always little things. Like when Louis momentarily fucked off to Fiji while on tour…

…they posted pix of where Louis was before the pix of Louis in Fiji hit the fandom. So after reeling people in, the rumor mongering started. It wasn’t all about Zayn. They acknowledged Louis and Harry were in a relationship–they also added a heaping helping of drama. Lots of angst and lover’s spats. I assume they were trying to get people to become disillusioned with Larry. They also implied that Liam and Zayn were in an on/off non-monogamous relationship. Yep, some of those Larries who denied/ignored Ziam were told by their insider that they were hooking up. To be fair, a couple of Larries caught in this web did say on blog they thought their was “something” going on with Liam and Zayn. And that was probably because of the insider. But just a couple…

So once Fall 2014 rolled around, after over a year of grooming, the big Zayn rumors hit. In hindsight, this was staging for the coming Zayn leaving mega stunt. And because it was Larries that had been targeted from jump, it was Larries that ran with it. Remember, they had been piecemealed little inconsequential bits of truth to establish credibility. But still, given how terribly dysfunctional this fake insider portrayed Harry and Louis, they should have been suspicious. When I was told about all this, I was immediately suspicious. And I was shown screencaps of conversations that were hella confusing. But in the end, it wasn’t difficult to call bullshit. They should’ve called bullshit. Because the ultimate target of this con wasn’t even Zayn. It was Larries and their credibility. They’d guessed right about a lot of things, so that credibility needed to be impeached. And 1DHQ was successful in keeping Larries marginalized and looking “crazy”.

Because the Larries involved have still not come clean about this (some aren’t around anymore), the damage done by these fake rumors still impacts the fandom. Many people hate on Zayn based on all the on blog shade these Larries were throwing based on planted, fake rumors. Off blog, they were also aggressively pushing their inside information. So a lot of other fans do not have all the facts and don’t know they’re collateral damage in a long con. smh But fights broke out, mutuals broke up, partial receipts were released into the wild. Messy messy stuff.

P.S. Don’t ask me for details. I’m not getting back into ancient history. This is the one and only FYI.

i laugh because sometimes people make adrien out to be this kid who has a fundamental misunderstanding of how people and relationships work. “he was isolated and had no friends as a child so he doesn’t understand how the world works.”

adrien was homeschooled. he wasn’t locked in a cage from infancy and prevented from going outside and interacting with humans. he had parents that taught him right from wrong. he has a modeling career where he works with others. he had chloe as a friend when he was a child. about the only thing adrien didn’t have was an opportunity to go to a public school, and that prevented him from having a large, consistent circle of friends.

he’s no more ignorant about love and romance than someone who has never dated or never been kissed. and besides he knows enough about love and romance to help his friend flirt with a classmate so he’s not an idiot.

also, when he makes a mistake and doesn’t own up to it, that’s not the fault of his upbringing. that’s his own fault. you can’t make the excuse “oh he’s been sheltered all his life he doesn’t know how to apologize and own up to his mistakes” because adrien has been shown to be able to tell right from wrong and has even called marinette/ladybug out on her slip ups in regards to her harshness and her jealousy.

adrien isn’t a toddler. he’s a teenage boy. he’s not so socially stunted that he doesn’t understand the basics of human interaction. he’s a homeschooled celebrity. he doesn’t know about lockers and raising your hand for roll call and switching rooms in between classes. that’s it.


26-year-old Takara with her 7-year-old daughter Sakari, her 3-year-old calf Kamea and her nearly 2 week old calf. This is a matriline. This is the most prominent feature of orca life and this is what the breeding ban takes away. Sakari, Kamea and especially this new calf are doomed to live in stunted social situations because activists believe they would be better off never having lived than living in human care. They could have started their own matrilines, have their own calves to protect, nurture and teach. Themselves and their calves could have educated and inspired thousands to protect their wild counterparts. They could have informed scientists about the secrets of orca life, biology and cognition. Instead Sakari, Kamea and this calf get to watch as their social groups dwindle one by one till no one is left. The social diversity of the rest of these animals’ lives will be similar to what it was in the 80′s and 90′s when pod structure was unnatural and forced. It’s sad to realize this is the last time a group of SeaWorld’s whales will be able to live in a naturalistic, diverse social structure. 

AU where rich playboy Viktor accidentally knocks up a girl when he’s 16.

The girl, whose family isn’t nearly as well-off as Viktor’s is, doesn’t want the baby and is about to have an abortion, when Viktor’s parents make a deal with her. She has the baby, and in return they’ll raise the child, and even give her a six figure cheque as compensation.

She accepts, because she knows the baby will be well taken care of by the Nikiforov family and also, she plans to become a doctor in the future, and the money would really help in paying for her education.

Now Viktor, on the other hand, doesn’t get off nearly so easily.

His parents are sick and tired of their son’s irresponsible attitude, and so they give him an ultimatum. He is to give up his “hobby” of figure skating and start properly preparing to take over the family business, or else he will be disowned.

Viktor, who has just won gold in the Junior Grand Prix Finals, who is expected to go on to make history in the figure skating world, chooses to leave home. He is taken in by his coach, Yakov Feltsman, who is more of a parental figure to him than his own parents ever were.

The only thing Viktor regrets is that he had to leave his son, Yuri, behind. But at 16, with not even a high school degree to his name or any stable source of income, no court on Earth is going to choose him over his parents in a custody battle.

So time goes on, and Viktor becomes a living legend in the figure skating world, while Yuri is left to be raised by his grandparents.

They’re distant, and mercilessly strict with Yuri - they refuse to make the same mistake with him as they did with their son. Yuri attends a private school and has a whole army of private tutors and has ballet lessons and piano lessons and is learning two foreign languages.

He barely has time to breathe, let alone have a social life, so it’s no wonder he grows up as socially awkward and emotionally stunted as he does.

At age 12, Yuri Nikiforov is an incredibly angry child, and his classmates and teachers alike are all terrified of him. And when he gets into one too many fistfights with his upperclassmen, his headmaster wastes no time in expelling him.

Yuri isn’t too broken up about it - he’d never really liked that school in the first place. If anything, he’s relieved to be out of there.

His grandparents scramble to find another private school that will accept him, but apparently Yuri’s reputation has travelled far, and while they’re starting to consider maybe sending him to a public school, Yuri gets an email one day.

From his father.

To date, the only contact Yuri has ever had with his father is little notes sent with his birthday and Christmas presents every year. He’s never even met the man before.

And now, apparently, that same man is offering Yuri to come and live with him. In Japan of all places.

Yuri doesn’t hesitate to accept.

And it’s not because he wants to get to know the shitty father who had abandoned him as an infant either, he keeps telling himself.

(It is several years before he is able to admit to himself that that was exactly the reason he had accepted the offer.)

No. The reason he accepts the offer, Yuri tells himself, is because he is sick and tired of his grandparents’ overbearing attitude, and the idea of moving to another country where he’ll be far away from them and everyone else he hates with a burning passion is appealing to say the least.

The little Japanese town his father lives in is quiet and picturesque, and Yuri expects to be bored out of his skull.

He doesn’t expect to find out that his father is actually apparently some kind of huge celebrity in the figure skating world.

He doesn’t expect to find out that his father is actually fucking engaged to some Japanese figure skater who has the same name as Yuri.

He doesn’t expect to find out that his father is actually a figure skating coach to his fiancé and two other skaters (a Japanese guy named Minami, and a guy from Kazakhstan named Otabek).

And he most certainly doesn’t expect to fit in with this strange little mismatched group as if he were a missing piece of their puzzle.

Otabek turns out to be kinda cool and Minami’s bubbly personality is really fucking annoying, but he’s endlessly friendly and he doesn’t stop being nice to Yuri even when he continuously pushes the older boy away with barbed insults and angry scowls (and Yuri doesn’t admit how happy that actually makes him).

Even the Japanese Yuuri, despite being annoyingly timid and apologizing way too often, turns out not to be too bad. He’s really pretty talented in ballet, which is an immediate plus in Yuri’s books.

The first time Yuri gives in and tags along to the ice rink to watch Yuuri and the others practice, he’s breathtaken.

He watches them glide across the ice with grace he hadn’t ever thought possible, watches their skates cut spirals in the air as they make heartstopping jumps.

He steps onto the ice for the first time, and it’s like coming home.

I am slowly but surely trying to deal with the salt I have for MCU Wanda and MCU in general.


Tony nearly threw his tablet.

Wanda shrank backward, frowning. She felt the need to apologize but it got stuck in her throat. Ever since her first apology where Tony had simply turned his back on her, she’d realized he hadn’t wanted to hear it.

Tony put a hand over his heart, took a deep breath, then turned toward her. “Yes, Ms. Maximoff?”

Wanda gripped her phone in her hands tightly, then charged forward. “Vision and I joined Tinder to learn more about human interaction together.”

Tony’s hand over his heart turned from trying to catch his breath to more of a clutching of pearls in horror. “Oh my God. Why?

“Vision is still learning social cues,” Wanda explained, and then paused, because adding her reasoning would be giving him a piece of herself that she wasn’t ready to lay bare. Then again—she had seen his fears. Perhaps she needed to be laid bare to Tony. “I’m—when my brother and I joined Hydra, my learning of social niceties was stunted as well. And I thought—”

“You thought Tinder was the way to learn?” Tony asked, appalled.

“I joined MeetMe, too…” Wanda began, but trailed off when Tony groaned and dragged his hands down his face.

“Honey,” Tony said, and Wanda bristled instinctively until she realized there was no condescension in his tone, and remembered that Tony preferred nicknames to people’s actual names. “Tinder is mostly for dating. Delete that one.”

“Okay, but, um—” Wanda hemmed and hawed, trying to figure out how to continue. “…I get the exact same messages on MeetMe. And some of these men are—I tell them I’m not interested in that, and they blow up at me. Even though MeetMe says it’s for friends.”

“Pepper gets creeped on with her LinkedIn account,” Tony informed her, tucking his tablet under his arm. “If it’s a private account, there will always be a creep that will try to hit on you.”

Wanda frowned down at her phone. “I also came to you because you’re—a numbers man?”

Tony paused, growing cautious again. “Yeah?”

“…I mean, statistically speaking, these men can’t possibly all have nine inch penises.”

Tony put a hand over his chest again. “Jesus Christ, I’m so glad these things didn’t exist when I was a child.” He paused. “…Fourteen-year-old me would have loved it but looking back on it that’s probably not good.”

That… explained a few things about Tony that she’d gleaned from his mind.

“Listen,” Tony sighed. “The best thing to do is block all the guys that get abusive. Hell, block all the guys that start messages with sex talk. Block every person that sends you a dick pic.”

“But I must learn to deal with these people,” Wanda insisted. “Properly. I must learn to control myself and my powers.”

Tony sighed again, frowning at her, then held his hand up. “Okay, just—wait a minute.”

“Okay,” Wanda answered quietly, and watched as Tony began to pace.

It took a few minutes, but then he stopped right in front of her, grabbed her shoulders, and leaned in. It wasn’t as intimidating as it might have been in the past.

“Tell them that you don’t fuck with guys over seven inches,” Tony began.

“WHAT,” burst out of Wanda’s mouth before he could continue.

“Shh,” Tony said, waving her outrage away. “And seven is really pushing it. Listen. The average vagina is three to four inches long when not aroused. It’ll elongate when you are! But without the arousal, it’s three to four inches. You don’t wanna cram nine inches up there.”

Wanda kind of wanted to die even if this was good information.

“So tell them you only take seven inches, and watch these losers who think size makes up for skill backpedal and say oh no, they really are only seven inches. Boys are stupid, Wanda.”

“Really?” Wanda asked skeptically.

Tony nodded. “Yes.

Wanda wasn’t sure she believed him. “Well, alright.”

“Stupid,” Tony insisted again.

She nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Tony agreed, then gave her a pat on the shoulder and turned to leave. “This was weird please ask Clint next time.”

Clint probably wouldn’t have given her very good advice. Sometimes he treated her like a child, who needed to be protected. Wanda wasn’t a child; she was an adult, who could make her own decisions. That was part of the reason she’d struggled after Ultron—she hadn’t been held accountable for her actions.

And maybe she thought she hadn’t needed to be held accountable then either. She had been angry and—well. That didn’t matter now. She had made mistakes, and now she had to pay for them. It was something that she was coming to grips with.

Wanda had hope that people would one day see beyond her mistakes, though. People had seen past Tony’s after all. Tony hadn’t let his mistakes define him. She may have to try a little harder to be accepted after what she did, but she would do continue to try anyway, even though there were certainly going to be people who never forgave her. It was what she deserved. She understood that now.

“Why did Tony just tell you the average depth of a woman’s vagina?” Natasha asked, snapping her gum.

Wanda threw her phone with a yell. The only thing that saved it was her magic.

“Actually never mind, I don’t care.” Natasha snapped her gum again, flopping down onto the couch. “The average dick is five inches by the way.”

“Oh. Um. Thank you,” Wanda replied, then hurried away before she was told anything else about the human body.

anonymous asked:

wtffffff i thought the spiderman video was an edit when i saw it on tumblr


I don’t want to eat my own words but that video of Zayn looks SO highly edited? Like the suit seems painted on and his head looks detached from his body? I don’t know, just doesn’t look right and since the video is so short we can’t even analyse? I take this all back if any apartment pap walks are coming though lol.


hi gabby, about spiderman saga, last night zayn’s sister, Safaa posted a selfie on her insta that coincidentally or not, shows a staircase in the background similar to the one in the vid maybe from the upper floor, I don’t know if the vid was edited or not, but they chose that outfitfor the benefit of the full facial coverage, also its hilarious that after month of going mia Yolanda’s plan was to show us she’s hiring Z as a full time worker on her farm


Well, the jury’s still out on the legitimacy of the clip. God knows I’m no expert here. I saw it on Twitter first and I completely thought someone had made it for Halloween until I found out the source (not that helped in any way but ya know). The fact that Zayn apparently chose a costume that hides his entire body (and his numerous identifiable tattoos) would certainly aid in simplifying the manipulation. There’s no sound even though Zayn is talking and it’s incredibly short. Also, it looks like it was shot using a tripod because even though the staircase shifts with the movement, the camera never does.

But even if it’s really Zayn, it doesn’t detract from the fact that it’s a stunt. I haven’t seen any evidence of Zigi attending a party anywhere so why bother getting all dressed then? Just to stunt on social media, right? (Watch me jinx it and we’ll get new pap pics now lol.)

The follow-up picture Jelena posted has Spiderman wearing the mask so anyone could be under there. That could have also been taken at a completely different time with or without Zayn. 

And we just don’t know when this was done but it clearly is supposed to be at Yolanda’s farm, at least the second pic is anyway. (I can’t really tell much from Safaa’s picture, nonnie, sorry.)

anonymous asked:

MOOD HARRY KILLING EVERY SOLO STAN BY MENTIONING 1D AND SINGING 1D SONGS. I’m curios to know if they’re still going to say “he hates 1D” or if they’ll go hiding forever

“if you’ve seen me with my wonderful friends in one direction” was rather iconic


Its a little rainy outside today but I had to take a quick photo shoot of my new Beachcomber dice! Palette design by the amazing @r-n-w.

Featuring a portion of my mother’s extensive sea-glass collection, as well as one of the pieces I turned into a necklace last year.

I am in love with these already and cannot wait to use them. They will be finding a home in my ranger leather dice bag shortly. The D20 seems to have a preference for low numbers so I’ll definitely keep that one for social roles and inconsequential stunts. Kitty did honorary first role and it landed a 5 haha. I might have to get these signed or blessed by some of critical role team when I see them in November!

Thank you so much again for your help @r-n-w! You cheery customer service and beautiful products keep me coming back for more and I will be buying from you again 100% uwu


Characters from SU as: Friends You have that Concern You

Pearl: You ask them what they had for breakfast, and they tell you they haven’t eaten anything but a single apple for the past two days.

Amethyst: Jokes about killing herself to the point where you’re not entirely sure if they’re really just joking or not.

Ruby: Gets in fights every day. Has never gotten caught, but has had several close calls.

Sapphire: Never tells anyone what’s wrong when they’re very obviously upset. “Fine” and “I’m just tired, I swear” are personal favorite sayings of theirs.

Garnet: The group’s therapist. Burdened with everyone else’s problems, and never tells anybody when they’re upset because they think they’re supposed to be the “strong” one.

Peridot: Overworks until they’re overstressed and irritable. Doesn’t believe in sleep, and proudly mentions that they woke up at 4 AM in casual conversation.

Lapis Lazuli: A Grab-Bag of mental illness. Casually confesses that they’ve cried themselves to sleep every night for the past month. Actively makes half-assed suicide attempts.

Jasper: An asshole with stunted social skills to the point where they just insult others to have some conversation at all. Reluctantly reveals one night that they just want someone to care about them.

Connie: Eats lunch in the library alone because they don’t have any friends in that period, and they don’t want to sit alone on the bench in the cafeteria. Slight abandonment issues.

Steven: Constantly tries to make everyone else happy while simultaneously falling apart themselves. Makes sure everyone smiles because they know how much it hurts to feel sad, and doesn’t want anybody else to feel that if they can help it.


for anon, who kindly asked 4ever ago: something like blowjob queen like dean being sammy’s whenever , but sam only being deans when sam wants. dean totally gone for sam and sam toying with him, making dean almost cry with lust, sam almost lolita like with his young boy thighs and sweetheart pink lips. give me needy weecest or give me death. im begging for it, for your writing. dirty, wrong, lustful weecest. where sam turns dean inside out just with his kid breath and doe eyes. please

(here’s mean little lolita!sammy ruining dean just for funsies ♡ )

where the weed decays

Sam gets the tiny wink of his bellybutton pierced at the devil’s tail of summer’s end.

It lasts only for a while, until Sam grows bored of it.

Sam’s outgrowing things constantly the year he turns thirteen – band shirts that Dad wore before Dean, the backseat of their sleek black mobile home, a life spent stifled between a drunk and a delinquent – and eventually it’ll be Dean’s turn to sit on that sorrowful little list.

Sam won’t always need him around. Worse, Sam won’t always want him close.

But for now he pulls up the thready hem of a Poison ’93 World Tour tee that used to sit at Dean’s belt buckle, now sawed off to almost crop top obscenity, and nudges Dean to look.

Dean doesn’t just look, of course. He stares. And aches.

It’s a tiny silver loop through the tippy top, not even one of those dangle charms, or the big diamond bars the girlies in Dad’s titmags wear. Dean thinks it might be a small earring hoop actually. It’s delightfully fucking skanky and Dean falls hard for it.

Mouth cottony, Dean looks away. “Old man’s gonna kill you,” he says, and presses his hipbones to the kitchen sink counter, badly in need of privacy.

Sam rolls his eyes like a b-movie teen queen and clicks his teeth. Says something that sounds erringly like not if I kill him first, but he’s sloped off to the other room now, fled into the arms of one of his summer reading list novels.

Dad never ends up noticing. He’s too tired, too busy, too boozy most heat-swelter days. His youngest son’s tight, tan, girl smooth tummy isn’t something he spends an awful lot of time fretting over.

Not like his oldest son does. It sucks being in love with your little brother.


August feels like death row.

Compressing, archaic, and the notion that something real bad is waiting around the turn.

Dixie Inn is a gas-mart town, said and done. They’ve got two scrappy hair salons, a spicy seafood restaurant with a mostly dead-gamed arcade off to the side, and a head count the size of the high school Dean attended three states ago. Clothes stick to bones and the water’s sometimes foggy brown if run too long.

Dad says they won’t be there but a breath, but he pays eight weeks rent anyway. Shitholes go for $88/month and a carton of Newports that year.

The neighbor next to them lets her tear-stained curtains billow in the open window, lets her records scratch and skip, mournful oldies. Sometimes Sam says he thinks he hears her crying at night. Dean thinks Sam just likes listening to people in pain.


They fit in around town. The red-eyed haggard man who rolls up with a couple of dirty-nailed kids trailing behind him like beer cans on a bumper.

John and his liquor-tar breath, the engine oil hands. Sam’s greasy mess of windblown hair; thin, half grown, mosquito bit legs. The cheap tobacco mouth on Dean – set to sneer. Not to mention Dean’s downright inbred urges.

Yeah, the Winchesters are a couple hundred times nastier. Grimier, too recluse.

Most of their civil cues come from barfights or old black and whites.

One of Sam’s counselors tried to tell John his boys were socially stunted, but that was two handfuls of no name towns ago and she doesn’t exist to them anymore. She didn’t really exist then either. Dean slips further and further into misplaced lust the longer they go without steady, non-blood related companionship. He was probably born sick.


All day long, crooners are carrying over the stale soupy air.

Bobby Vinton is lonely, Patsy Cline is crazy, and Skeeter Davis reckons herself a clown. Dean feels a stupid mix of all three. Because Sam knows.

Or Sam thinks he knows, at least. And that’s only half as bad as really knowing.

He does things to Dean. Mean things.

…pulls shiny red chocolate-centered suckers out of his mouth and slips them between Dean’s lips midsentence.

…hide’n’seek humps Dean’s pillow, Dean only finding out when he’s turning in, face crammed into the sharp scent of Sam’s most secret smells. 

…leaves bathroom graffiti when he knows it’s Dean’s turn next. Shaving cream hearts in the mildew sink, a kiss-print smudged in the mirror steam, the word DIRTY spelled out with strands of his own soggy hair on the tile in the tub.

Dean’s little brother is as cold and as cruel and as beautiful as a king should be.

But it could be worse. At least Sam only thinks that Dean wants to fuck him.

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