take out the guy

ughshania  asked:

My friend and I drove to a bigger mall which is about an hour away from us, and I went in to Sac Pun to buy a couple shirts and I noticed their chip reader had a thing that said, "NO CHIP!" So I asked the guy working if people take it out and still try to use it, and then we got into a whole convo about retail and he surprisingly offered me a job on the spot. I really would have taken it if I didn't live an hour away, but it was super cool and I thought this would be nice to share. 😌



Please please PLEASE DON’T REFER TO ME AS A PERSON OF COLOR. It is INSULTING. I do not want to be LABELED as a POC!!!! I am HISPANIC!!! THAT’S IT!!! My skin is different but we are all people. Stop dividing us more by giving us more labels. These labels are dividing us very slowly and it is a very ugly thing. I do not want to be divided. Do not divide me. Do not refer to me as a POC. Thank you. (Same goes for calling me a minority)

anonymous asked:

Hi, I just saw your supernatural post (about Dean being bi) and I wanted to ask you if you think it's queerbaiting because I stoped watching the show because I couldn't bear seing them queerbaiting then talking about destiel as" horny het women wanting to see to hot guys making out"

I’d take that up more with a supernatural blog, I don’t follow the show very closely. Queerbaiting is definitely rather rampant in CW shows, I don’t know about Supernatural though.

i cant believe i main lúcio and i haven’t noticed until now 

that the things in his hair aren’t weird beads

they’re speakers

Keith! When will my Life Begin animatic for the Klance Tangled AU!!

edit:sorry about the fire cracking up. I think it’s the gradient that’s causing the file to become a little corrupt. I’ll try to fix it and update it asap

edit edit: The song is a pitched down version of the original song

November 11, 2016 - Happy Birthday, Wally!

In which Wally reacts to his 22nd birthday exactly the same way I did.

(Also my 22nd birthday was just 6 days ago… we’re so close in age! Just another reason to love him.)

And because I know people are gonna call me out for being unrealistic, here’s an actual picture of how his 22nd birthday goes down, you sadists:

James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between his teeth to impress girls- to impress the girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts the trust fall before anyone realises they’re  meant to be catching him

Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother yelling, with the world ending,  he is the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke, you can see the shaking hands.

Remus Lupin: seventeen,  jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing that  something that good is out there even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone clean.


Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated, a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table, counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase, shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at once, as if it was going to all along


Than any boy you’ll ever meet 

Sweetie you had me

Merry belated Feast of the Winter Star!! @otagen
I’m you’re stand-in Secret Santa but I’m really glad I could draw this. You’re farmer is great and all I could think about with you’re request was “bad winter sweaters” and no one actually looking at the camera while they’re trying to do their holiday photo. They all make a great little family~  Cheers!!


Doodles that I don’t feel like cleaning up any more than this

it’s my favorite friends again ✨

Gon and Killua arrive at the Chimera Ants’ Royal Palace to confront Neferpitou

We: will never save Kite

You’re: perfectly calm. Since this has nothing to do with you

Killua: out

My heart is forcibly ripped out of my body