surprise posters

if June is Pride Month, then logically EVERY MOVIE that comes out in June is QUEER:

starting off strong with a Bisexual lead, i like it!

has a canonically gay character in the book series, nice!

are they robots, are they cars, who CARES they are nonbinary and HOT FOR EACH OTHER

Ansel’s wet dream in this film is literally a car, the dude’s a romantic ace.

…. i immediately regret making this post.

@kollyreign’s kollywood challenge 4/41→  A character you’d love to be best friends with

perks of being Deva’s friend:

  • you are now in the Baahubali timeline
  • peak aesthetic without any of the royal mess of having royal blood
  • you are in the presence of the coolest character to ever exist
To all the makers of gifs, manips & edits - Radiance needs your help!!

Okay, we made a thing… But we know, you guys can do this so much better 🙈

So, we’re calling all the Gif wizards, manip masters & edit heroes: PLEASE HELP US & spread the word about Radiance with your wonderful work!!

Post your creation with a link to our Kickstarter and tag your creation with #FuelForRadiance so we can find it and reblog it. We’ll randomly select three winners who will each receive a surprise set of posters and prints from our campaign.

You can enter gifs, manips & edits up until Monday, July 10th 2017.

We’ll announce the three winners after our Kickstarter campaign closes (after July 15th). Make sure your inbox is open so we can contact you.

We’re gonna ship the surpise sets worldwide. You don’t need to pay for shipping.

Everyone can participate with as much entries as they like and are willing to create. Every entry counts.

If you have already created something (like @slashyrogue) you can add the tag and we’ll count it in.

HAVE FUN CREATING!!

And don’t forget to use #FuelForRadiance :)

PLEASE NOTE: Well, “everyone can participate” means everyone can participate, but we’d like to give people a chance here who aren’t in the book because they aren’t writers or artists. So, if you are in the book but are into making gifs, manips and edits as well, you are absolutely welcome to do so - we need and appreciate every kind of help and signal boost!! – but we’d be happy if you gave your fellow fannibals who couldn’t be part of the book the advantage here. Thank you so much for understanding <3

Crushes

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by @likemymenlikemyteahotandbritish:  Hi! Can you please make a one-shot steve rogers x reader? where she has been taken in the avengers’ team for some weeks or months and she has a crush for him and he for her but they don’t know and they find it out in same way. thank you in any case ^^

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The Emancipation of Me(mi)

The month was April. The year was 2005. I—a scrawny, ill-proportioned boy of 16, with skin the color of Lily’s peanut butter—had set out in the mild morning heat for our quaint town mall.

I began my day knowing how it will be spent. It would start with a 14-minute journey to Robinson’s. I remember vividly how I left home to do just that, with the clanging of our iron gate as it closed behind me. I didn’t even try to hide the spring in my step.

You see, I had marked April 11th on my calendar like it was my birthday. And who could have blamed me? After months of revisiting various websites and countless hours of staying tuned to the radio (a thing that began and ended in this period in my life), it was finally here. For those who’ve had to wait for something with great anticipation, you know what it feels like when the wait is finally over.

The day of The Emancipation of Mimi’s release ultimately became a hot one, scorching even. Smack dab in the middle of summer, with the 9 AM sun hovering somewhere above me, I walked. I couldn’t look at the sun, of course; I only felt it. The sky was cloudless, blue as it could ever be. I felt a drop of sweat drawing a line behind my back and still another one rolling just below my left ear. I kept on, feeling my bag jostling next to my waist. In it was the money I had saved from skipping recesses and denying myself after-class trips to McDonald’s. 

When I reached Robinson’s, I sat on its front steps, in front of its still-closed doors. The security guard, fidgeting with his phone, was oblivious of me. I knew I was too early. I wanted to be the first one in the music store. I wanted to hear the whole 50 minutes and 10 seconds of it. I didn’t have to search for what the word emancipation meant; it was defined in Mariah’s website: To set free from care or restraints.

I had gained a bit of freedom myself at this juncture in my life, having hurdled high school in a fashion not a lot could emulate, having been able to secure a spot in the top university.

I was a generally a happy boy on the outside. A lot of things were working out for me. Inside, however, there was a growing tumult, a barrage of self-perpetuating questions regarding my identity.

High school graduation, entering college—these times told me I was growing up. And growing up made answering these questions more urgent. Who was I? What would I become? Where is my niche? Every day that came and went, with these questions unanswered, I got a little bit more lost. I remember looking at the mirror and not liking what I saw—the way my hands moved, how I could easily roll my eyes, or just the way I stood. I even hated that I loved Mariah so much, something I shared with one of my closest friends. Being bullied about this was another thing we shared. In hindsight, maybe it was because I didn’t want to be queer and yet everything I knew pointed to just that. (Why is it that a lot of us like Mariah?)

At 16—in a devoutly Catholic family, in a provincial town, inside a campus where everybody knows everyone, where your parents are both professors—growing up gay was an unnecessary scourge. Life is unfair, isn’t it? I had a support group, though, comprised of a few good friends, but most of them were to study in other universities in far places. I guess that added, too, to the dreading of the growing up part. In a lot of ways, college was the beginning and the end. And in this paradoxical time, little did I know, The Emancipation of Mimi would serve as its soundtrack.

My love affair with Mariah Carey began in our car, in a parking lot. I was with my father and he had just installed a CD player.  He had me listen to My All and pointed me to notice the texture of the singer’s voice, how she easily glided from a breathy, sultry coo to a strong chest voice. I listened. By the start of the new millennium, I was already purchasing copies of her albums and had memorized all of her runs and melismatic ways.

I had also learned about her story: How she was discriminated as a child, for being of mixed decent, for being somewhere in between. How their family car was burned and their dog poisoned because her interracial family lived in a white neighborhood. How this molded her and made her strive to be more. How she already knew at a tender age that she was going to sing for the rest of her life, how she wrote her feelings, made them into songs, which would later become no. 1 hits. I started to be a true fan, I think, at that point—the previous years, I was just mildly obsessed about her.

Her life became even more fascinating, particularly in the light of all her achievements in the music industry, not to mention the influence she’s had on so many artists. She vehemently denies it, but to a teenager, her life easily looks like a fairytale. That is, up until her famous breakdown in 2001, following her debut film Glitter tanked in the box office and its accompanying soundtrack’s sales failed to compare with her previous releases. (Interestingly, the album was released on 9/11. Yes, that 9/11.) She received bad publicity after bad publicity and people forgot that she had at least one no. 1 song for each year since her debut, nor that her collaboration with Boyz II Men, One Sweet Day, was and still is the longest-running no. 1 song in music history (16 weeks), and never mind that she had just received the Artist of the Decade award by Billboard. All these and more in less than a decade, but one failure was all it took to relegate her to pariah status.

Mariah sort of bounced back late 2002 with Charmbracelet–easily forgettable save for the lead single, Through the Rain, which became an anthem here in the Philippines. She became quiet afterwards. Rumors about Mimi went around in late 2004. Here, only a few people cautiously predicted it to be her comeback album. Most didn’t want to bet on her. She was easily a has-been in the early 2000s and understandably so. She had been counted out. I wasn’t one of them. In fact, I was betting on her, to prove her critics wrong. I saw myself in her, somehow. Growing up, I was bullied and teased a lot, for acting soft, for reading books too much, for liking to hang out with girls more often, for not being sporty, and for favoring Mariah Carey songs.

Mariah has claimed music saved her life. Whenever she’d feel low, she’d write lyrics or listen to the radio. I realized that I did the same, only I listened to her music. Songs like Hero, Through the Rain, My Saving Grace, and Can’t Take That Away (Mariah’s Theme) have helped me get through a lot of dejection. And my showing up there, half an hour before the mall opened was my thank you, my statement that I was rooting for her, like how she rooted for me.

That day, after getting my copy of The Emancipation of Mimi from the town mall, I immediately went home and locked myself in my room. I placed the CD gently in the player and carefully unraveled the album inlay, which to my surprise doubled as a poster. I looked at the large photo of a woman in gold, beaming with triumph, like a phoenix from the ashes. I took a deep breath and pressed Play.

I—a scrawny, ill-proportioned boy of 16, with skin the color of Lily’s peanut butter—had set out to find saving. Being in this world was harsh, I had learned early on. But within the confines of my room on that hot summer day, in spite of everything, life seemed fair. The month was April. The year was 2005.


This essay first appeared on Unread.com

A Digression into Cold-Reading

Many people, particularly those of /r/scienceofdeduction, enjoy deductive exercises in which one is presented with a picture and from it, attempts to extract as much meaningful information as possible about the owner/taker/subject of the image. Much to the surprise of the original poster of the image, people can be quite good at this game. Personally, I love that people have taken the time out of their day to practice such things.

Unfortunately, community learning tends to suffer from a lack of rigor. One of the problems I have seen with games like this (problems which I attempt to avoid as much as humanly possible when engaging in this activity) is that people tend to conflate the ideas of “doing deductions” with something called “cold reading” in a(n) (sometimes subconscious) attempt to make their results sound more impressive.

Cold reading is a technique used both to gather information about a subject, and to artificially increase the validity or importance of the information already collected. It is used by magicians and performers who wish to appear more knowledgeable or perceptive than they actually are. While it can be quite entertaining, it strays from the art of detection in subtle ways that I will attempt to elaborate upon.


It’s Easy to Backpedal
 
First of all, those who perform cold reading will often wrap their assertions in uncertainty by using words such as “perhaps” or “maybe” or “possibly.”

It’s fine to be unsure, but be sure the parties involved are aware of your uncertainty in order to avoid stepping over the line into being overtly mysterious. A good rule of thumb I use is that if someone were to announce that they had proof that your deduction was incorrect, it would have to be iron-clad evidence to even introduce a shred of doubt into your mind.

Always lean towards saying too little, keeping the rest for further meditation than saying too much, forcing other people to cherry-pick the facts from the guesses.





 

It’s Vague

Cold readers rely HEAVILY on what I’ll call “fortune-cookie statements.” You’ve seen them. They are those phrases you see so often in horoscopes that say things like, “You’ve recently suffered a loss of some kind,” or “you tend to get stressed when your plans fall apart.”

These phrases might have some truth to them, but be wary - it is only the truth that you yourself ascribe to them. That’s the point. A cold-reader doesn’t know the truth, so they say things that allow the audience/mark to fill in the blanks in their own mind. They can be dangerous as they tend to create the idea that the cold-reader has an incredibly complete picture of the subject and is thus qualified to make personally relevant statements, knowing that the subject will know what it means. It is not the case.

Fortunately, there is an easy 2-part vagueness test one can apply to statements such as these. It goes as follows:

  1. Is this statement true for lots of people? Not what you think the statement refers to, but the literal statement itself. Most people experience “loss of some kind” many times a week.
  2. Are the supporting reasons for the statement clear? While intuition is a powerful source of detecting power, a good detective should at least be able to articulate a reason for a particular assumption. (Ex: “The table seemed weird, perhaps because of the empty space in the middle here. It feels like there should be something there due to the arrangement of the other items.”)
If the statement is true for many people, discount it. If the statement is unfounded, discount it.


It’s Not Truth-Seeking

Cold-reading is certainly a skill that takes a lot of practice to cultivate. It can be a wonderful means of extracting information when necessary, and tends to create a dramatic flair which so many of us are quite fond of.

Sadly, because it lacks the rigor of detection, it cannot be relied upon as a means of advancing one’s knowledge, only a means of suggesting new places to look for it.

Any method of collecting information that depends for its effectiveness on the receptive nature of its subject cannot accurately be called detection. Perhaps it falls into the purview of interrogation. In any case, cold-reading is less about getting the truth and more about the appearance of doing so.




Beware fellow detectives of inadvertently saying more than you know. You may appear clever, but it’s much harder to improve as a result. Cold-reading allows for a sort of safety-net when making wilder assumptions. We don’t need it.

This is not meant to be a lecture - I am guilty of relying on a safety-net from time to time as well. It is meant to be a reminder that the truly great detectives don’t require one, and that practicing with one is good until it ceases to be helpful.

Happy deducing!

[!] Pre-orders for Wanna One’s first mini album starts today. Wanna One’s mini album comes in 2 versions pink and sky. Album includes cover card, photo card, sleeve, flip book, golden ticket.  The golden ticket will be for a surprise event and the poster will be available upon pre-orders.

Love story - Part 2: When it was magical

Originally posted by rafaelasgomes

Part 1 - Part 3

  • You arrived on monday to school with a smile on your face.
  • He was already waiting for you leaning against your locker.
  • You noticed how his face brightened when he saw you.
  • Zach captured your lips on a sweet kiss that lasted for a few seconds.
  • You could feel the looks on you, but you couldn’t care less.
  • Everthing was just perfect.
  • Zach was super sweet to you.
  • You were on the phone 24/7 and missed each other even when you just said goodbye.
  • He often brought you flowers to school or chocolate.
  • Justin always said you made him wanna puke. 
  • He even bought you teddy bear for your 1st month.
  • Your parents love him.
  • His parents love you.
  • He always plans fun dates.
  • Expect a lot of nicknames from him. Babe, baby, princes, cute, beautiful, love.
  • You love to see him play basketball, and he swears he plays better when he sees you in the crowd. 
  • You hate when fans get too touchy with him.
  • But Zach has eyes for you only,
  • He respect you a lot, and doesn’t care about everyone’s opinion about you too being too cheesy, to irreal or too slow. You go on your own pace.
  • He said I love you for the first time after a basketball match and almost accidentally.
  • It was a big game and you told him that you weren’t able to go.
  • But you appeared with his whole family as a surprise, with posters with his name.
  • You’ve never saw him smiled too much.
  • He scored 32 points that night and you knew they were all dedicated to you.
  • When the match ended he ran to your arms.
  • “Oh god, you’re amazing, I love you so much”
  • There was silence for some seconds. He was shook after his own words and you were to.
  • “I-I really love you, babe…”
  • “I love you too, Zach”
  • He even learned to cook some asian dishes for you when you told his mom that you would love to try some.
  • Your favorite dates are movie dates.
  • Silence is not uncomfortable between you two. You usually stay stilent just hugging and eventually kissing and you feel like heaven.
  • 6 monthes into your relationship you finally decide to take it a step further.
  • You notice he’s quite nervous and shaking a little, and decide to ask about it. “Zach, is everything okay?”
  • “I’m okay” he answers. “is just… I never…”
  • And you can’t believe that he’s saying it.
  • I mean, you’ve heard Justin teasing him, but you didn’t ever imagine that it was actually that way.
  • “Don’t worry, me neither.”
  • So you had your first together.
  • Slow, lovingly. 
  • You didn’t have sex.
  • You made love.
In My Way - Chapter 1

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Genre: Chaptered. Actor!Dan AU, fluff, bit of angst, slow burn, getting together (eventually)

Summary: Fiction. Daniel Howell is 21 and Britain’s newest star. He’s just been cast in the much-anticipated film adaption of Last Man Standing, the popular teen fantasy novel with a huge fanbase hanging off his every tweet. In other words, Dan has made it big.

Phil Lester couldn’t care less. He’s a stressed out PHD student working part time at a bookshop while he struggles to get into post-production. He’s 26 and still lives in a tiny flat on the fifth floor of a building with a lift more broken than it is in use. He loves books, but he thinks big film adaptions screw with the plot too much.

Needless to say, Phil is less than impressed when Last Man Standing is getting filmed in his hometown. And he certainly doesn’t want anything to do with obnoxious, arrogant, so irritatingly perfect leading actor Daniel Howell.

Warnings: Swearing, Ace!Phil, Bi!Dan,

Word Count: 3000-5000 per chapter (ish)

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→ MARK SPAM. (~‾⌣‾)~

we all need a lil’ marky in our lives. hbd, little cock. •ᴥ•

★: 50+ notes // ✿: personal fav

reactions;

Mark ft. amusement park date

Mark when you’re afraid to publicize your relationship

Mark when you’re afraid to hold his hand

Mark on We Got Married

Mark ft. making out 

Mark when you give him a lap dance ★

Mark when you’re mad at him

Mark ft. Boyfriend Does My Makeup Tag 

Mark when he wakes up to you wearing his shirt 

Mark when he has a nightmare that you die ★★★★✿

Mark when you want to break up as a joke

Mark when you wear something “revealing” for the first time 

Mark when you fart in his face 

Mark when you speak 5000 languages to him 

Mark when you speak 5000 languages to him + sign language 

Mark when you kiss him and walk away ★★★✿

Mark when he walks in on you masturbating

Mark and PDA 

Mark when another member catches you to kissing

Mark when you sit in his suitcase when he’s packing ★★

Mark when you’re sore the morning after bye

Mark when you cook bad dinner 

Mark when you start ballroom dancing with him randomly ★✿

Mark when your towel falls off when you singin’ and dancin’ 

Mark when you kiss him first 

Mark when you tell him you’re needy randomly ★★

Mark when you want to play horror video games 

Mark when you’re insecure ★★

Mark when you pretend you’re sleeping ★★✿

Mark when he pushes you off the bed while he’s asleep 

Mark when you help him shave 

Mark when another dude flirts with you ★★

Mark ft. video chatting 

Mark and his perfect hugs ★★★★✿

Mark when he catches you fangirling over GOT7 ★★★

Mark and his kisses ★★★

Mark finding out you’ve been bashed by “fans”

Mark when you paint his nails in his sleep 

Mark when you surprise him at practice ★✿

Mark when you sit on his lap ★★

Mark when you tell him you’re pregnant 

Mark when you give him a massage before bed ★✿

Mark when you’re too focused on your nails ★✿

Mark when he sees you playing with kids at a park ★✿

Mark when you wear his shirt ★★

Mark ft. his amazing cuddling on a lazy day ★★★

Mark when you think he’s going to hit you 

Mark when you apologize for saying “I hate you” 

Mark ft. what he loves seeing you wear of his 

Mark when you kiss his neck during a back hug 

Mark when you sit on his lap and take his snapback ★✿

Mark when he hits you on accident ★★

Mark when you smack his butt and flee 

Mark when he hears you speak a foreign language 

Mark when you’re worried you’re boring him 

Mark when he likes you 

Mark ft. asking you to prom

Mark teaching you how to skateboard

Mark when you accidentally hit his weewee ★✿

Mark when he sees you at a bookstore 

Mark when you let out a huge burp YASSS ★✿

Mark when you sleep-strip 

Mark and your clumsiness

Mark ft. ideal type 

Mark when you send him an ugly snapchat ★✿

Mark when you sleep talk 

Mark when boys talk shit on you 

Mark when you randomly strip 

Mark when you have cramps ★✿

Mark when you start crying and you’re his best friend 

Mark when you have a boob slip in the pool 

Mark when you need help zipping up your jeans ★✿

Mark when he cheats on you

Mark when you ask him to suck your neck 

Mark caught being a perv 

Mark as an older bro ★✿

Mark when he thinks you’re gonna kiss him ★★

Mark when you fangirl over another group 

Mark when he’s your ideal type 

Mark ft. laser tag 

Mark ft. foreplay

Mark when you catch him jerkin’ off

oneshots;

When the other members don’t like you 

Sequel to when the members don’t like you 

When he confesses to you and you’re a trainee 

When he comforts you ★★✿

Red string of fate

When he gets you sick 

When you get jealous 

When you fall asleep together ★★

When you spend your first night together ★★