talking on cell phones

Proof of Time Travel

Could time travel exist? Some people believe so. Look at these images and see what you think.

1. The Chinese Swiss Watch. Back in 2008, a 400 year old tomb was opened. Archaeologists were shocked to discover this small watch among the artifacts. The back of the watch is engraved with the word “Swiss”. They have no explanation of how this modern watch came to be in an unopened 400 year old tomb.

2. Charlie Chaplin Cell Phone. Viewers watching the extras section of the 1928 Charlie Chaplin film “The Circus” noted this person seemed to be talking on a cell phone. Others have claimed it was an ear trumpet, a horned device used to help those who were hard of hearing to hear. If that’s true, skeptics argue, who would she be talking to? Why is she laughing and talking if no one is there to hear but herself?

3. 1940s Hipster. This picture was taken at a small opening event in 1941.Time travel enthusiasts were quick to point out how this man stood out. He appears to be wearing a hooded sweatshirt and printed t-shirt, and holding a modern camera.

4. Rudolph Fentz. Rudolph apparently vanished without a trace in 1876. That alone wouldn’t be enough to constitute time travel, except that he turned up again…in the 1950s. Fentz allegedly materialized in a New York street, where he was struck by a car and died. Police were baffled as to what happened, especially when they found his pockets to only hold currency from the 1800s.

5. The Man in the Book. A couple was perusing an old book store when they happened across a book with this photograph included. It shows a group from 1917, but this man sticks out. His hair is disheveled and his clothing doesn’t fit in with the time period. Also note how the man beside him his staring at him, as though he too is aware of the strangeness.

Okay, let us review:

1. Jack come in lookin’ like Mad Max meets The Warriors
2. The reboot is hella darker and it’s exquisite like the aged wine that it is
3. An ambiguously human woman might might *might* have birthed the septuplet spawn of a demon
4. Jack fights a villain who looks like he’s from One Piece but talks like he’s from YTAS
5. Aku has a cell phone, and even if he had one before, the fact that he is given this kind of continuity even in this darker climate just –
6. Jack, at some point, became swordless and this is probably a part of what’s contributing to the guilt hallucinations
7. Oh, yeah: JACK IS FUCKING TRIPPING ON THAT GUILT SAUCE, MY POOR DUDE

Lets talk about how my generations the problem when this baby boomer man shoved his way past the other students snapping “get out of the way, move it now!” to people sitting at the table. Lets talk about how, without an excuse me, he shoved some guy my age into the table by the seat he was sitting on so he could get through. 

Lets talk about how everyone in my generation asked if the chair next to me was in use because the spot on the table in front of it has art stuff and a cell phone. Lets talk about how when I said yes they smiled and walked away.

Lets talk about how this old ass man grabbed the chair, raised it over his head, almost hit the guy sitting on the other side, and walked away. Lets talk about how despite saying “EXCUSE ME” and “HEY, THAT’S SOMEONES CHAIR” he walked away grumbling under his breath. Lets talk about how when I confronted him on it being in use and the user was just in the bathroom this old man tells me to fuck off.

Lets talk about how the guy across from me, you know, in my generation scoffs and offers his chair to the girl, my girlfriend, to her since he’ll be going to class in ten minutes anyway. Lets talk about how he was ready to argue with this old man for my girlfriends chair. 

Yes. Lets talk about how entitled and rude my generation is as you take even the simplest things from us.

This looked like fun so I wanted to do it too

LazyTown characters as things I’ve done:

Sportacus: Ate an entire watermelon in one sitting and said, “it’s okay to eat it all, it’s healthy”

Robbie: Walked into my own surprise birthday party and sat on the couch the entire time with a plate of cake

Stephanie: Woke up at 3 AM because I heard the Moana soundtrack playing in the other room

Ziggy: Had an entire bag of Funyuns mixed with a bag of Skittles and an entire 2 litre bottle of Fanta for lunch

Stingy: Tried to steal my friend’s mom’s necklace when I was 9

Trixie: Sat on my brother when he called me fat

Pixel: Swung an Xbox controller around when playing a game and unplugged the controller and almost pulled the Xbox off the shelf

Milford: Smiled just by thinking of Sportacus

Bessie: Talked into a cell phone for 20 minutes, thinking my friend was on the other line before I realized the phone had died and I’d been talking to nothing in the dark of night for nearly half an hour

Glanni: Slipped on furniture polish and did a split then cried

Gen 1 Íþróttaálfurinn: Beat a guy in a contest who said that he could use a leg press machine longer than me

Gen 2 Íþróttaálfurinn: Constantly scare my roommates when I walk by them because I’m so quiet when I walk

Jives: Eats green bell peppers like apples

Penny: Stole $20 from my mom and put it under my pillow when I lost my tooth so she’d think my sister put it under there

Preparation: Honeymoon Vacation fanfic

On a bright, sunny day in July, there was a lot of activity in the streets of Zootopia. Mammals of all sizes walked them. From porcupines, to the timber wolves with their shedding spring fur, to the weasel within the shadows. Cars honked whom were close to being rear ended, mammals shouted and talked on their cell phones. Shop owners yelled out their businesses name , traffic officers blew there whistles at cars to stop or go, and birds chirped in the sky.

But none was more hectic than apartment number 57, on the third floor, that was directly in the middle of it all. Doors opened and closed, drawers slammed hard, making the small table shake, bags zipped and dropped on the floor, and fast pacing paws raced across the floor.

“Come on, Carrots!” A familiar red foxes voice called out from the living room of the apartment. “We’re gonna miss the train at the pace you’re going!”

“I’m still faster than you slick!” another voice answered back.

Nick grinned, allowing a slight chuckle to escape his chest. He watched the doorway of the bedroom, the body of his wife darting back and forth across the room, her silhouette barely visible through the small crack.

Judy folded a few of her favorite shirts on the bed that her and Nick now shared. Judy had finally moved out of that dreary apartment complex named The Grand Pangolin Arms. And boy was it worth it. No nosey neighbors, a better smelling and a much larger apartment. And she had a kitchen as well, not just some old used microwave. Now, her and her husband, Nick Wilde, lived together.

It had been two weeks since their wedding. Judy, dressed in a beautiful and quite fluffy white dress, walking her way down the aisle to her soon to be, her future husband. It was one of the best days of her life, followed months after the hardest weeks of her life. After she had been drugged, unknowingly, by her own sister, Nick and Judy had split up. But after an almost fatal gunshot wound, and many hardships before then, the truth was finally told.

But now, it was as if those days had never happened. She was married to the love of her life, starting a new life with him… And a family.

She lightly rubbed her stomach, that was now starting to buldge ever so slightly. She found out about her pregnancy only a couple days ago. She hadn’t told anyone, not even Nick. She wanted to surprise him while they were on their honeymoon. And the day she took the test, her emotions skyrocketed.

She had no idea how it had happened. A fox and a bunny, two completely different species, had created a new life. But she didn’t care how it happened. It happened. And she was filled with joy and she couldn’t wait to tell Nick that they were going to be parents.

In the beginning of their relationship, she was scared of what would happen if they had sex, due to the fact that they were different species. She didn’t know how it was gonna feel, whether it was gonna hurt or not. But after her time in the hospital, and explaining to Nick why she was so nervous when the topic came up, they compromised.

He took it slow for her, just like he had promised. Every time they tried, her nerves got less and less fearful, and she began to enjoy their partial love making. And when the day finally arrived when they actually made love, it was like nothing either of them had ever experienced before. The body heat of each other filling the room, the many different sounds each one made, while they bathed in each other’s scent. It was intoxicating.

Judy had totally forgotten why she was nervous. She loved it. Every single second of it. When she looked into Nicks eyes, those emerald eyes that glistened every time they looked at her, she could feel their bond harden, as they held each other’s paw.

And for Nick? Well, he loved it. Even more so than Judy. When Judy told him that she was ready, she wasn’t exaggerating.

With her being more comfortable, she almost took control. It was like she wanted to take over the dominance that was Nicks job, which in turn made his senses even more heightened.

He liked a challenge. Part of his ancient instincts kicked in, but oh so slightly, not wanting to scare Judy off. Not now. Not when she was now ready to take that big step. And they made love. Deeper, and more sensual than the word actually meant.

The creaking of the old hinges from their bedroom door broke her daydreaming and made her ears perk up in attention. She turned around to see Nick, smiling widely at her as he paced towards her. She returned one just as big as his, probably bigger. The happiness she was feeling doubled when the father of their unborn child walked up to her with that sly grin that she loved so much.

“How’s my favorite dumb bunny doing?” He asked cheekily, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. He placed his muzzle in between her ears, placing his lips on her soft gray fur.

She wrapped her arms around his waste, barely touching her own fingertips. She loved those kisses. The sensual ‘I love you’ mixed with them. She embedded herself in his scent, rubbing her fur against his red Hawaiian shirt.

“Just folding the last of my clothes, my handsome sly fox.” She smiled widely, looking deep into Nicks emerald eyes with her amethyst jewels.

Without hesitation, she moved her paw down the middle of his back, and grabbed his bushy tail. She felt the sensation of his body react to her loving touch. She was feeling more frisky by the second, due to her increase in pheromones from the pregnancy.

Nick could feel his hair stand up on end from the electricity he was feeling. She had grabbed one of his most sensitive spots on his body, well, other than his neck and his lips, and touched it very passionately, almost teasing him.

“Woah now,” he warned, whispering in Judy’s ear. He took hold to Judy’s shirt. “You know what that does to me, Carrots” he said in a teasing tone. He kneeled down, taking his muzzle and placing his nose right on hers, feeling the warmth of her body escaping.

“You want to start this now?” He raised a questioning, bushy eyebrow with a sly smirk. “Cuz we’ll definitely miss the train then.” Not that he would have cared. A little passionate time with his love before their big trip would all be worth it.

He reached around instinctively and grabbed his bunnies fluffy tail.

The little moan-squeak she let out sent a warmness feeling through him, down to his very core. That was also a sensitive spot for his mate as well.

To his touch, she practically jumped into Nick, wrapping her legs around his waste, forcing them both to collapse onto the wooden floor. With her on top, and Nick staring with surprised eyes, she leaned in and placed a hard, loving kiss onto his lips.

That caught him more off guard. But his surprise turned into passion as he pushed his kiss deeper into hers. She parted her lips, very slightly, to inhale his scent with a hot breath, their tongues playing tug of war. She caressed his lips all around his, and started moving down to his neck.

He couldn’t help but let out a slight sigh of happiness and infatuation


To read the rest go here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8831143/chapters/20247130

10

“If you hand a baby a toy phone, it doesn’t really offer her the option to create something else out of it –– it’s only ever going to be a toy phone. But if you give her a wooden block, you can act like you’re talking on a cell phone, or pretend it’s a camera, or drive it around the carpet like it’s a car—suddenly, the possibilities are endless. Kids are so capable of entertaining themselves, but we often diminish that by giving them a very intentional-use toy.” After struggling to find quality, multi-functional toys at an affordable price, this Atlanta-based mother created her own eco-friendly line. Meet Taylor

anonymous asked:

My favorite thing is when customers answer their cell phones while talking to us tellers even though we have a ton of signs saying cell phone use is forbidden. It's the best ever.

@kitswulf requested to hear my story of talking loudly in a silent venue. I have probably told this story before but it is my legacy. Please tell this story at my fucking funeral as this is who I am.

It my first year of college, and my precious self is on my uni’s monorail system headed to my dorm. I have two male friends with me.

I managed to get a seat, but it’s the end of the workday and the rail car is full of people. Standing room only. Not just students, as the people who work on campus use the rail system, too. In fact, the car is MOSTLY adults. It’s super hot, super crowded, super loud. SUPER loud. Busy bar loud. Everyone is talking to the person next to them, on their cell phone, and in the tiny rail car the sound is amplified. My friends are next to me and we can’t hear each other without screaming at the top of our lungs.

My friend, directly next to me, asks me a question that was brief but requires a little backstory. We are all in the anime/manga club together, and the meeting we had just left, one of our officers had suggested that would rent his personal manga out to raise money for Club Things. He wanted to know if, as I was friends with the officer, if I knew anything about the collection that this guy was offering.

I, screaming to be heard by my friend, replied, in words that are permanently etched into my brain.

“BEN’S? I HAVEN’T SEEN IT, BUT I’VE HEARD IT’S REALLY LARGE”

The realizations comes very suddenly a few moments after the last words leave my lips.

The car’s quiet.

THE ENTIRE RAIL CAR IS QUIET.

EVERY SINGLE FUCKING PERSON IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING RAIL CAR ALL BECAME SILENT AT THE SAME TIME AND HEARD THIS. 

The car remained silent enough to hear breathing for the 4 or 5 minutes it took to pull in to the station, where my friends and I all promptly evacuated as fast as we could.

Stop it men!!!

This particular incident took place literally 10 minutes ago. I’ve been shooting a web series since January in Goa and I’m on my way to the shoot location. In the car along with me is the accountant and one guy from production (who’s driving). This is what went down.

Me: (checking my itchy eye in my phone’s front camera)
Guy 1 : oh selfies. Girls na.. typical.
Guy 2: (chuckles)

Me: (switched to check my emails and reply to a couple of offers for my blog and negotiated a few deals)
Guy 1: (continues to talk about girls and their cell phones while Guy 2 keeps nodding enthusiastically)

Me: (checks images my mom has sent of my cats, since it’s been 2 months since I’ve seen them)
Guy 1: blah blah blah

Me: (checks twitter and reads multiple articles)
Guy 1: yes Roxanne? Am I right?

Me: I’m sorry what?
Guy 2: (laughs)
Guy 1: so what’s happening? Anything interesting in your phone?

Me: Trump is planning to ban meals on wheels or already has, not sure. So far the TVF dude has had multiple women come out with their own instances of sexual harassment and he’s in trouble now. Also they already got the guy who raped the Irish tourist the other day, he confessed. A few ATMs across the country have been dispensing fake 2000₹ notes and citizens have been warned to check and bring notice if there’s anything wrong with their transactions.


The car has been silent ever since I finished talking.

anonymous asked:

from ur aesthetic/vibe it seems like u have ur shit together so keep it up :)

My shit and I are so far from together, we don’t even get cell phone service to talk to each other once in a while

Ooc I had this dream last night that Shannon Messenger had this setup on facebook for KotLC with all of this really cool art she commissioned. Somehow @realdimerald had her cell phone number and the three of us talked to her through a conference call. I asked her about if chopsticks existed in the Lost Cities, because Keefe was using them in a picture. She couldn’t tell me because of her personal rule of details like that.

It was pretty interesting. It’s also inspired me to work on a project… Just wait a bit. ;) It’s going to be good.

Coup d'é·tat at my old apartment building....

A couple years back I moved into this real exclusive apartment building in the Miami Beach area. I had no clue at the time my landlord was a fascist dictator. After she took my deposit and we moved in the problems started . She had all sorts of crazy rules like shirts on for men at the pool , no talking on cell phones in the hallway, no overnight visitors and a whole list of shit she literally made up and applied whenever she wanted.

I knew she was fucked off in the head and we generally tolerated it until one day she decided kids were not allowed to play in the courtyard. She started harassing my son on a regular basis telling him he was not allowed to play in the courtyard. However I had an ace up my sleeve. See i took a real estate course a few years back and I knew that discrimination against kids in any way shape or form was against federal law.

Revenge time. I told my son to ignore her and play as much as he wants as late as he wants , granted he did his home work and his room was clean. One day she had enough and snapped even going as far as to scream at all the kids in the courtyard. She then knocked on every door who had a kid and informed them that playing in the courtyard by kids was not allowed. When she came to me I simply asked her to hand it to me in writing. She did.

Needless to say , I hired an attorney and won. 6 figure sum of which 30% went to my sons trust in his name. The owner of the building stood by her side the entire time and so rightfully the suit cost him the building. He was forced to sell the building. The new owner hired me as the building manager. I was the resident manager for over two years.

Pro revenge.

Coup d'é·tat at my old apartment building...

A couple years back I moved into this real exclusive apartment building in the Miami Beach area. I had no clue at the time my landlord was a fascist dictator. After she took my deposit and we moved in the problems started . She had all sorts of crazy rules like shirts on for men at the pool , no talking on cell phones in the hallway, no overnight visitors and a whole list of sh*t she literally made up and applied whenever she wanted.

I knew she was f*cked off in the head and we generally tolerated it until one day she decided kids were not allowed to play in the courtyard. She started harassing my son on a regular basis telling him he was not allowed to play in the courtyard. However I had an ace up my sleeve. See i took a real estate course a few years back and I knew that discrimination against kids in any way shape or form was against federal law.

Revenge time. I told my son to ignore her and play as much as he wants as late as he wants , granted he did his home work and his room was clean. One day she had enough and snapped even going as far as to scream at all the kids in the courtyard. She then knocked on every door who had a kid and informed them that playing in the courtyard by kids was not allowed. When she came to me I simply asked her to hand it to me in writing. She did.

Needless to say , I hired an attorney and won. 6 figure sum of which 30% went to my sons trust in his name. The owner of the building stood by her side the entire time and so rightfully the suit cost him the building. He was forced to sell the building. The new owner hired me as the building manager. I was the resident manager for over two years.

Pro revenge.

4

request for: @grandmasnewdog

pairing: Reader x J2, Reader x Misha

word count: 962

*~*~*

You groggily opened your eyes and picked up your cell phone, dreading talking to anyone this early in the morning. “Hello.”

“Someone’s been up for a while.” You heard Jensen laugh sarcastically.

“Morning Sunshine!” Jared yelled into Jensen’s phone.

“Get out of bed you lazy bones.” Misha chirped up.

You let out a single groan, making your co-stars laugh. “It’s too early. Go back to bed.”

“I told you she would forget!” Jared laughed.

“What?” You asked, dazed and confused.

“We’re supposed to be shooting at sunrise.” Misha reminded you.

You shot out of bed and fell on the floor. “How much time do I have?”

You threw on a pair of pants and a clean t-shirt before grabbing your phone and going into the bathroom.

“Did you fall out of bed?” Jensen asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You covered your tracks. “I don’t fall.”

“Y/N.” Misha said. When you didn’t answer, you heard Jensen say, “She definitely fell out of bed.”

“That’s not important. How much time do I have?” You dismissed them.

“Thirty minutes.” Jared told you.

“I’ll be there in twenty.” You told them, smiling. “And thanks for the wake up call.”

“You owe us food!” Misha yelled. “Bring me pizza.”

“Drive safe.” Jensen shouted over Misha’s cries for pizza.

“We’ll see you in a bit.” Jared told you before hanging up the phone.

In record time, you had managed to brush your teeth, comb your hair, and put a decent about of makeup on. You grabbed a banana on the way out and got in your car, backing out of the driveway and onto the road.

The drive was going by faster than it usually did, which made you relax slightly. It was nice not having to worry about anything. When the light turned green, you made your left hand turn. In the blink of an eye, a car collided into the rear of yours, sending you and your beloved car spinning onto the sidewalk.

The airbags flew at your face and everything slowed down around you. Those few seconds that your car was spinning, felt like an eternity. When it was over, you placed your hand on your head and checked for bumps. Thankfully, your head felt fine, but to you, it felt like you had broken a rib or two from the harsh impact. Nonetheless, you got out of your car and checked to make sure the other person was alright.

“Are you okay?” You asked the woman that hit you.

She broke down in tears and you wrapped your arms around her. “I’m so, so, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You gave her a warm smile. “No one was seriously injured. Just relax.”

You sat there comforting her until the ambulance and police arrived. The police did their routine check, looking for damage and writing the lady a ticket, while the medics made sure that you and the woman were alright.

“I’m fine.” You insisted to the young medic. “Really, I am. I have to get to work though, we’re shooting a very important scene today.”

The medic gave you a small smile and a breathless laugh. “You have a broken rib,” He informed you. “You are going straight to the hospital.”

He hopped on the back of the Ambulance and helped you up.

“But what about the studio?” You asked.

“Someone at the hospital is calling them now, don’t worry.” He helped you sit down in one of the seats and gave you some pain medication while you were in route.

“Thank you.” You told him when you arrived. With a small nod and another smile, the medic helped you out of the ambulance and into the hospital.

You were placed on a rolling hospital bed- though you persistently told them that you were fine- and rolled into the back, where you were given a private room.

The nurse hooked you up to an IV and brought you some apple juice before disappearing to find the doctor.

“Where is she?” You heard Jensen’s panicked voice from outside your room. “What room is Y/N Y/L/N in?”

“In here Jense.” You yelled out, wincing in pain as you did so. Maybe you did have a broken rib.

“Oh my God, Y/N.” Misha rushed over to your side and threw his arms around you. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Do you need anything?” Jared asked you. He grabbed your hand and gave it a tight squeeze. “You had us so worried.”

“I’m fine guys, really.” You dismissed their concern. “It was just a small accident.”

“That wasn’t small, Y/N! You’re in the hospital.” Jensen ran his fingers through his hair.

You gave him a crooked smile. “Yeah, but I don’t have nearly as many bandages as people in Supernatural get.”

“Oh shut up.” Jared told you, fighting back a smile.

“We’re just happy you’re alright.” Misha told you.

“Misha, you can let go of her now.” Jensen laughed.

“No!” Misha yelled. “I’ll never let you go, Jack.”

“Stop quoting the Titanic and get off of her.” Jared peeled him off of you.

“Yeah, Misha. Give us a turn.” Jensen wrapped his arms around you and dug his face into the crook of your neck. “You’re driving with me from now on.”

“She’s driving with me, actually.” Jared cleared his throat. “Because I’m better.”

“Just because you’re a skyscraper doesn’t make you better.” Jensen huffed.

“Yeah it does,” Jared smirked. “Because I can do this.”

Jared picked Jensen up and dragged him away from you. “Put me down!” Jensen huffed. “I mean it.”

“Attack Jared!” Misha yelled, making Jensen and Misha jump onto Jared.

Although it hurt, you laughed at the three idiots in front of you and wondered what you would do without them.

9

Detectives Carlisle, Hardy, and Carver (part three)
from Blackpool, Broadchurch, and Gracepoint

Dressing/undressing, talking on his cell phone, and smiling

[ The 3 DIs Part One ]  [ The 3 DIs Part Two ]