After nearly four decades in public life, Hillary Clinton is no doubt one of the most photographed politicians in the world. And these days she’s helping add to the stockpile of images — acquiescing to voters on the rope line at campaign events who demand selfies with the Democratic presidential candidate instead of autographs or even brief conversation.
At event after event, Clinton poses for dozens of photos with supporters — so many that the former first lady and secretary of state has become adept at helping voters get their best selfie. Slowly working through crowds an event this week in Charlotte, Clinton did not merely shuffle along and pose for photos, as her GOP rival Donald Trump and other candidates do. She often grabbed voters’ phones, navigating to the camera menu before extending her arm and clicking the shutter button herself. In one case, she even checked to make sure the photo turned out OK before handing the device back.
While Clinton is all smiles for the mobile phone paparazzi, the candidate lamented “the tyranny of the selfie” in a February interview with Esquire magazine, suggesting it had diminished her experience working the rope line.
“It used to be that you would do an event like this and then you would shake hands with people and they would talk to you,” Clinton told the magazine. “They would say, ‘I liked what you said about this’ or ‘You didn’t mention that’ or ‘Can I tell you this?’ And it was a constant learning and absorbing experience … Now, it’s just, ‘Can I take a selfie?’” (Holly Bailey/Yahoo News)
Crying about craft supplies drabbles: Knitting supplies, for anon
“Look what came today!” Mabel sang to the
webcam, hefting a large cardboard box into view.
“We wanted to wait so you could watch us
open it,” Dipper added.
“Yeah! For warm fuzzies reasons and in
case it’s another cursed relic you need to help us exorcise!”
“I promise,” Ford replied, “There’s
absolutely nothing cursed about this package. Look! I didn’t even need to ward
“You said you didn’t need to ward the one
two boxes ago and that almost got us tried for witchcraft,” Dipper pointed out.
“I know you’re still getting used to the rules in this dimension, but the
postal service is threatening to cut us off.”
Ford laughed. “If they do, we’ll just have
to find a new way of delivering mail. I know Fiddleford was thinking about repurposing
that Pterodactyltron …”
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Not the prettiest setup, but this is an updated photo of my notebook collection to date. (Not pictured: the stockpile of new, still-unused books. Thankfully the Used pile still outnumbers the New pile. So far.)
The alien who’s looking after Ford gives him a nickname in a language he can’t understand. He hopes it means something cool.
Ford opened his eyes to see a cavernous
maw looming above him. The triple rows of razor teeth were spread in a wide
grin, deep purple saliva oozing between them. A long tongue, rough and forked
and plum-colored, licked across the beast’s lips. Above the mouth, a pair of
luminous blue eyes were fixed on him. They weren’t sharp enough to be hungry,
filled instead with an aloof sort of amusement.
Zette laughed throatily and began to groom
Crying about craft supplies drabbles: for @nokama “all of those bottles and jars. what are they useful for. why do they exist. why do i love them”
“Dipperrrrr!” Mabel groaned, banging on
the door. “I know you’re just hanging out in the bathtub being a seal! I need
to take a shower!”
There was a suspiciously long pause before
the latch on the door clicked and Mabel was greeted by the sight of her twin
brother with a towel wrapped around the lower half of his body and their shared
sealskin around the upper half.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I lost track
Mabel shrugged. “Eh. I can’t complain too
much. At least you’re less stinky now you hang out in the tub all the time! Next
we gotta work on your clothes.”
Dipper grunted. “Waste of time, I’m
As he walked past her, Mabel gasped
theatrically. “Wait! It’s all a plot! If you don’t have clothes to wear, you
get more seal time!”
Dipper rolled his eyes. “Mabel …”
“A dastardly ploy! You fiend, plotting
against your own sister!”
She froze. That wasn’t Dipper’s friendly
sibling bickering voice, or his pretending-to-be-annoyed-because-it-was-funny
voice. He was actually upset.
“I’m just not in the mood, okay? Sorry I’m
taking away your seal time.”
He passed the skin to her without looking
and stalked off to their room, arms crossed protectively over his chest.
Elementary school AU, how does a snowball fight go down?
Well, first of all, the vast majority of these children take it WAY too seriously. (They are also bonkers excited, because NYC rarely gets enough snow for really satisfying snowball fights. Maybe once or twice a winter, though the past few years have been far snowier than when I was a kid.)
Matt immediately rounds up his womenfolk (Karen, Claire, Foggy) and takes the high ground (the top of the slide). He tries to put them to work building a stockpile of snowballs for him to throw, but Karen is indignant that she doesn’t get to throw anything, and Claire and Foggy quickly discover that sliding down a snow-covered slide is really fun and leave the shelter of the top of the slide to do so. Matt spends a lot of time yelling “COME BACK, I CAN’T KEEP YOU SAFE LIKE THIS!” Then Frankie pastes him with a snowball in the back of the neck and he instantly forgets his “responsibilities” and parkours off the top of the slide to chase Frankie, and Karen goes running after them yelling about how boys are stupid.
Both the Jessica/Trish and Misty/Colleen duos have an extremely effective “you build, I throw, then we switch” rhythm going on. Luke and Danny try to do this but Danny is way too excited and also squishing the snow too hard to make proper snowballs. Mostly he’s flinging snow everywhere and shrieking. This leaves Luke as easy prey for the girls, but he takes the barrage of snowballs without flinching because he’s very tough and also because his coat is enormous.
Elektra has a pristine white coat which she uses to blend in with the landscape before emerging, hollering like a banshee, and snowballing her target in the face. Frankie gets into the art supplies and paints camo on his face, which does nothing because it’s green and brown and that doesn’t help with snow camouflage. They’re both indiscriminate snipers. Brett stands there yelling, “You have to pick a side, there are RULES” and gets a mouthful of snow for his trouble.
Malcolm just wants to make a snow angel. Marci is inside because absolutely not.
Mr. Urich and Coach Stick are observing together, both very troubled, Coach Stick because none of these kids have any goddamn strategy, and Mr. Urich because what the actual hell is wrong with these violent, too-serious babies? Also, crap, it looks like both Matt and Jessica have managed to hurt themselves. Again.
Afterwards they all go to Foggy’s house and have hot cocoa. Foggy sneaks two peppermint sticks into Matt’s mug, and Danny manages one sip before pouring the rest into his lap by accident.
Hello everyone! I’m going out of town in the next couple of weeks and will be gone for probably around 2 weeks with minimal posting, so I’m looking for major HP blogs to stockpile my queue with! If you are one of these and wouldn’t mind me filling my queue from your blog, please like this! I’ll most definitely follow you as well because I always need more HP on my dash.
apparently hunk likely dealt with like, a starvation situation or something growing up, he's conflict adverse, very fixated on food, and also fat (weight gain often happens after or even during a period of food insecurity because the body starts stockpiling).
Noooo no no no noooooooo D:
I mean yeah, that all makes horrifying sense when you lay it out like that. Ugh, why must the sweet ones suffer?
I mean, I personally headcanon that Hunk had a really nice childhood with a loving family and everything, I really do think his home life was basically pretty good because he seems so happy and generally okay during the show.
But this could lead to an absolutely wonderfully angst-ridden what if >:D
Like, picture an AU where Hunk’s home life isn’t quite as great as he has claimed. No one actually hurts him, but he doesn’t quite get enough to eat. Maybe because there actually isn’t enough to eat, maybe it’s all a lie, whatever. Doesn’t matter. Things just aren’t as spectacular as he’s led everyone to believe.
Fast forward to the paladins coming back to earth after defeating Zarkon. They’ve all bonded so much, they’re basically a family now. So, naturally, they want to meet each others’ families on Earth. Hunk doesn’t remember what his home life was like - he’d been away for so long between the Garrison and SPACE that he’d actually begun believing the lies he’s been telling everyone - until it’s too late, and they’re all walking up the front pathway. He immediately tries to convince everyone to leave, to turn around, to just go, but it’s too late. They’ve seen everything.
Imagine how freaking upset everyone would be! Imagine how quick they’d just scoop Hunk up and carry him off, like, nope nope nope you deserve better than this you are ours now you never have to go back to that again nope. Lance and Pidge actually start arguing about which of their families will adopt Hunk (Pidge argues that Lance’s family already adopted Keith, so it’s their turn). Allura and Coran are ready to just kidnap Hunk and take him back to the Castle of Lions where their food stores aren’t necessarily human, but at least they never run out.
Just, the whole team coming together to protect Hunk and make sure he’s never stuck in a bad situation like that ever again because they’re a family and that’s what families do
(And if the bad situation is that there’s like no food and Hunk’s family is starving too, then clearly they will also be whisked away to happier times. Because the family of my family is my family, right?)
M’ichiru has FINALLY settled on a date for the wedding! *lol* We invite everyone who wants to come to join us on Saturday, July 24th at midnight. Please feel free to contact either M’ichiru Kaioh or myself for an invitation (I will most likely be on my main, Tiffaunie A’renaitre, but I’ll try to have a stockpile of invitations on her to give out).