So…. you guys might think I’m crazy and a little stupid for saying this but I actually cried in this changing room today 😝

For the first time in forever I was able to walk into a normal store and pick up a variety of clothes to try on. I didn’t have to to go round buying stuff simply because it fitted me. It might sound like something really insignificant and very dull to comment on but I’m hoping any bigger guys out there will totally get why this is such a big deal.

Just got a little emotional…..

And holy shit I can’t remember the last time I felt confident enough to buy a white Tshirt hahaha

Sorry for the little story….

Leverage Drinking Game

Take a sip:
- someone executes a lift
- Elliot bleeds
- Nate drinks
- Sophie does an accent
- Glen Reader
- flashback
- “Damn it, Hardison!”
- “I’m a little busy here, Hardison!”
- Another language is spoken
- An expert marksman misses, repeatedly
- Microsoft or Hyundai product placement

Two sips:
- “It’s a very distinctive _____”
- Someone calls Parker crazy
- “Age of the Geek, baby”
- “Let’s go steal a _____”
- Someone rappels

Have fun, y’all!


April Jeanette Mendez, born March 19, 1987 (age 30) in Union City, New Jersey, United States.

Happy birthday to the person who taught me to be myself no matter what. She showed us that no matter where are you from, how much do you weight, how tall you are, you can accomplish your dreams if you fight for them and never give up. Thank you for inspire me everyday, April.

the-crazy-geek  asked:

Ableist shit said to me by pro-lifers: "just stop taking your psych meds! No mental illness ever killed someone!" "You don't need painkillers for a back injury anyway, I slipped a disc 2 years ago and managed fine." "It's only 9 months without a few medications. It's an inconvience at worst." "If you're disabled you shouldn't be having sex anyway" "better you be in a psych ward for 9 months than kill your baby again" (prolifers are very ableist)

^^^ Yup. It’s really quite alarming to see sometimes, but pro lifers, as a whole, are generally very ableist.

Psych meds are not something you can always ‘just go off’ either, the withdrawal effects alone can be powerful enough to kill on their own if they become severe enough, let alone the resurgence of your symptoms puts you in harms way, and for some medication, you literally can’t live without.

Heart medication, for example, is something I would argue is mandatory to maintain basic bodily functions, but many on the market are not pregnancy safe, and you can’t just switch always either.

Quick fact. Ready?
Chewing our food sends signals to the rest of the digestive system to prepare itself for a meal; it then responds by releasing our digestive enzymes.

Archaic Gadgetry (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by michelleisawks

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Rating: PG i guess

Summary: The reader and their coworkers are wondering why he does that since they also sell DVDs. There is a betting pool open on what kind of weirdo Peter is. The reader finally approaches him and asks him why he does that.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is from my list of upcoming fics. If you want, you can let me know which one I should do next or request anything you’d like. This was requested by an anon. It’s in the readers point of view. 

Masterlist Request a Prompt

“He’s back again.” My coworker, Tasha said from beside me as we both watched our regular, Peter, beeline to the video section of the store.

I crossed my arms as I watched him run his fingers against the spine of ever video tape we had available. “He didn’t even notice the ‘recently received’ section I created just for him.”

“Are you sure he’s a normal guy? You’re the only one with a bet on that.” Tasha said with her head cocked to the side as she observed Peter with an odd expression on her face.

Peter stood on one of the stools, running a hand through his hair while he read the back of a copy of Empire Strikes Back. He had already bought a copy not long before.

“I’m kinda rethinking that.” I said with a laugh while I folded up clothes that were returned. “Hey, Petey!” 

The boy’s head shot up at the sound of his name. “It’s Peter, Y/n. Peter is my name.” 

“I know.” I grinned and put my hands on my hips. “You do realize we have DVDs, right?”

He nodded as he put the video back and stepped down from the stool. “Hey, do you guys have any new VHS tapes?”

I pointed to the small rack I set up earlier that morning, allowing him to follow where my gaze and blush.

“Oh. Thank you.” He stammered, ducked his head shyly and walked over to the rack.

“That boy has got to be the weirdest of them all. My guess is he’s a druggie.” My coworker, Tony said from beside me as he approached me and Tasha with a box of clothes.

“Nah, he’s gotta be some sort crazy memorabilia geek.” Tasha countered.

“My guess is that he’s just a hipster. I mean, he has bought a tape everyday, a record player and records a few weeks ago, that junk of a computer, and have you seen what he wears everyday? He’s gotta be a hipster.” I added.

“You’re only saying that cause you think he’s cute.” Tony teased.

“I do not!”

“Says the girl who knows everything he’s ever bought!” Tasha exclaimed, laughing. 

I could feel my face get hot as the pair were laughing hysterically. “You guys suck…”

“I dare you to talk to him.” Tony smiled deviously. 

“I second that.”

“No! Guys, don’t make me!”

“You have to. It’s a dare.” Tony argued. 

I rolled my eyes and huffed, my arms crossed. “Fine. But if something happens, tell my mom that you two are to blame.”

I took in a deep breath as the two giggled and whispered among themselves as I walked around the counter. I walked slowly towards Peter, who held three VHS tapes in his hand while he sifted through the other tapes with his other hand.

“Hey, Peter?” I asked, causing the boy to look up at me. “Why do you buy tapes when we sell DVDs?”

“Well, they cost more than the DVDs and the charity you guys help needs money and I’m a bit of a gadget freak. Especially older stuff. I have a tape player at home that I fixed up and I like using it.” He explained “Does that answer your question?”

I looked back at my friends, who had obviously listened to the conversation the whole time since they both were pulling out their wallets to give me the money I won. I turned and gazed back at Peter with a smile.

“Yeah, it does. I just have one more question. Why do you come in everyday? You could easily come every other day or just the weekends.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled awkwardly. “I don’t think you want me to answer that.”

“Oh, but we do!” Tony replied from behind the counter.

“Tony!” I sighed, turning to look at him with a pained expression.

“What? I wanna know! Go on, kid, tell us.”

Peter sighed. “I kinda really like you cause I see you all the time and you’re really nice to me and saying it out loud makes me sound so pathetic.” He said quickly, too quick for me to comprehend it.

Tony and Tasha started to laugh loudly as I felt their eyes on me.

“He likes you, girl!” Tasha exclaimed. “No wonder he only knows your name!”

“I-I don’t know what to say.” I said with a shocked expression on my face as I could feel my heart pound and my cheeks heat up.

“You don’t have to day anything.” Peter smiled sadly before walking past me, putting his tapes back. 

I quickly turned on my heel to see him starting to head to the door. “Peter, wait.” I said. 

He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me. “What?”

“Look, I kinda like you too. I mean, I made that little rack of new tapes for you and I know what you’ve bought from us these past few months that you’ve been coming. Forget that last part, that sounds creepy.” I rambled as I walked towards him. “What I’m trying to say is that I’ve liked you for a while and I don’t really know you. I mean, we’ve always had nice talks about movies and stuff. So, maybe we could watch those movies you were gonna buy together? Become friends?”

Peter’s frown slowly turned into a smile with every word I said until he had a full on grin spread across his face. “Sure, I’d like that.” 

“You go, Glenn Coco!” Tony cheered as Tasha and him began to clap.

“Shut the hell up, Tony! Jesus Christ!” I laughed as I lead Peter back to the video section of the store, glad he wasn’t the weirdo everyone thought he was. 

Quick fact. Ready?
GABA is an inhibitory neurotransmitter that helps regulate the excitation of neurons in the brain. In other words, it helps us feel more relaxed!

Some foods that are rich in GABA include bananas, almonds, walnuts, potatoes, and spinach.

anonymous asked:

prompt- where niall and harry are assigned as partners to have a fake baby *whispers* they are friends but they have their own groups and still love each other so much like they'd give each other a kiss on the cheek in the morning and a hug because they're special even tho they don't always hang out *squeals* then they become more than best friends. PURE FLUFF AHHH.

This was fun until I accidentally pressed paste instead of copy when I was planning on putting this prompt on tumblr…but the good news I loved doing this prompt and the second time writing the whole thing made it better than the first. This is pure fluff and cuteness and Niall and Harry are adorable. Please give this some love :)

“Harry Styles and Niall Horan.” The family studies teacher Miss Hive spoke out across the room as she listed off partners while staring down at her notebook. She sat lazily in her office chair, not even looking up at any of the students.

Harry knew that name of course, it was Niall Horan his kind-of-friend, the boy he would walk to and from school with. It was complicated, he knows, but it had all become a thing when him and Niall were in the same drama class for a semester, they had bonded over music and the arts and had grown to enjoy each other’s presence. It had gone to the point of Niall waiting outside the school every day, waiting with his back leaned against the fence and binders hugged to his chest so he could walk home with Harry.

Everything was normal for them, talking together, walking together. But only in that certain amount of time in the mornings and at the end of the day, never during school where they had different friends and different classes to go to. It was a silent agreement they had, pretending each other doesn’t exist during school hours, but after and before that they acted like the best of friends. It was probably because their own mates didn’t like each other, music geeks and crazy art folks who fought over what is more important, paintings on canvas’ or instruments in symphony’s.

They never let that effect their time together though, no matter the fight or stupid shit that went down. They’d walk home, and if school was too stressful to talk about they moved to a different more fun topic, it was like they knew each others feelings like a mother would to her new baby. It was kind conversations, everything becoming so nice and perfect and feelings exploded before Harry’s eyes like rainbows so hard and fast that Harry would never be able to help himself before he’d be leaning down to give Niall a small kiss on Niall’s cheek before they parted.

It was a routine just like them walking together, the kisses. 

It was a friendly kiss though, something Harry couldn’t control. They were just friends.

Yeah, just friends that didn’t like hanging out with each other in public. Which brought him to the dilemma right now, of course the only class they have together they get partnered up.  

“I’m sorry, what?” Niall’s voice cut her off from saying anything else, him sat across the room from Harry with his two friends Lauren and Eoghan who were both apart of his little music group. He didn’t look angry when Harry looked up, just confused with brows furrowed as he stared at the teacher who didn’t look at all impressed that she was interrupted.

“You and Mister Styles will be partners for this final assignment Niall.” She said, voice with no emotion to it as she stood up and carelessly threw the notebook back onto her desk. “Harry did not even pick a partner, and you can’t be in a group of three with your friends that’s not how it works. Everyone else had partners and did what I asked so I am afraid you will have to leave it as it is.” She scrambled to get another file, not even looking at Niall as she explained.

There was silence, everyone trying to hold in their giggles and smirks as they looked towards Harry and Niall. It was embarrassing, and Harry wanted to dig a hole into the ground and disappear forever.

“Class, be quiet please. This is not an assignment on relationships, I am grading you all on parenting skills. Enough of this.” She snapped, and a large wave of silence quickly draped over the class. She looked proud of herself, now walking towards the chalkboard to explain details of the assignment.

Harry’s mind just went off into another world after that, he didn’t care that he wasn’t listening. Everything had become a tornado around him and his anxiety was crumbling everything to ashes and dust. He didn’t know why though, because Niall was a good friend and they have obviously talked before. This wouldn’t be any different, but it kinda was…wasn’t it.

“Harry?” Niall’s voice broke through the fog in his mind and he whipped his head up from where it was nested in his hands. Niall was in front of him, holding the fake baby in one hand and trying to balance a large baby carseat that was slung across his arm.

“S-sorry, let me help.” He grabbed at the carseat and lifted it onto his desk so Niall didn’t have that much weight on him. He looked thankful at Harry’s gesture, smiling softly with the baby still in his arms.

“It won’t be that bad that we are partners, I think, since we kinda know each other already right?” Niall looked like he was trying to blow over the awkwardness, but Harry was too nervous to speak, his throat feeling like it was clogged and tied up in a knot.

“Uhm…” Niall didn’t know what to say now, a pulse of silence hitting them both as people conversed around them until he finally found the words he wanted to say. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house after school instead of just dropping me off? Just so we can, ya know, get used to the baby.”

Harry wanted to ask if he could think about it, he felt like he was put on the spot with Niall’s eyes staring down at him like a spotlight. It made his skin crawl and itch, and before he could really think about it he answered.


Niall smiled now, and Harry’s answer was apparently worth it in the end because that smile was like a prize.


Harry wasn’t a good parent, he kind of concluded that as he laid spread out on Niall’s bed staring up at the ceiling light. The baby was crying and crying, never taking any breaks with constant screams coming through it. He has had enough, had been done with the cries the first hour he came to Niall’s house, and he was starting to get a unforgiving headache.

“Shhh baby.” Niall mumbled, rocking it with little effort anymore since he’s been doing if for a good half hour. Harry kind of felt bad for not helping, but he was worried if he’d touch the thing he’d lose control and just end up kicking it right out the window or smother it under a pillow.

He kinda needed to pass family studies anyways, so those options were out of the question.

“What should we name her?” Niall suddenly asked when the crying died down to small little hiccups. Harry almost didn’t hear him, feeling like he was deaf now from hearing those never-ending cries.

“Her?” He managed to say.

“Yeah, cause Miss Hive gave us only pink clothes so I mean…I guess she wants us to have a girl.” Niall craned his neck to look behind him where the bag of baby supplies were, and Harry followed his eyes to see what he meant.

“We should give it a boy name, just to make her mad.” Harry chuckled out, moving to sit up against the headboard now that it was a little more peaceful in the room.

“I like Gracie though.” Niall answered, giving Harry a small pout. It was almost like he knew what that little pout did to him, and Harry was caving in before he could even think any further into it.

“Gracie’s a great name, uh…that’s fine.” Harry smiled reassuringly, and Niall mirrored a smile back. It was nice to see, Niall’s smile, something that had him happy with the answer he gave. He isn’t even a fan of the name Gracie, but Niall’s happiness reigned overall, really.

It was a few hours later with another three good crying sessions that Harry decided it was time to go. But he didn’t just want to leave, he could see the way Niall looked exhausted, blinking away the sleep from his eyes as he picked Gracie up, set her down, fed her, changed her. Here Harry was tired himself but not even participating.

The guilt was eating away at him, and as soon as he saw Niall rub at his eyes with the hand not occupied by a fake baby, he stood up.

“Listen I can take the baby for the night, you need some sleep and I haven’t really helped you out yet.” He was moving to grab the baby from Niall’s arms, but Niall batted his hands away and put Gracie back into the carseat himself.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to lose sleep.” Niall was worried, and Harry tried to look as unbothered as possible even though he dreaded his future time with this baby. He kept a good fake smile on his face though, acting classes really went to good use now.

“I’ll be okay, promise.” He grabbed for the handle of the carseat, letting Niall escort him down the stairs and through the house towards the front door. Niall’s parents were cooking in the kitchen by now, back from their works. The smell of chicken was a heavenly aroma moving throughout the household and making Harry’s mouth water.

“Please call me if you need any help Harry, okay?” Niall made sure to urge as he opened the front door. He looked worried, almost like this baby was actually real, but instead of it making Harry laugh, he sighed and gave Niall a weak smile and warm eyes.

“I promise.” He walked off and down the porch after saying that, but stopped abruptly when he got to the last step, realizing he forgot something.

He settled the carseat on the ground, twirling fast back towards Niall on his heels and rushing back up the steps. Niall looked confused, stuttering out a question but quickly stopping when Harry leaned forward to give him a short but sweet peck on the cheek.

There it was, that soft blush along Niall’s chest and bashful grin as he stared down at his socked feet. Harry had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling too big, happy that he at least got his goodbye kiss before he left to have a night of pure hell.

“Have a nice rest of your night Niall.”


Harry was right that his night was going to be horrible, he was now up for the third time tonight, being woken up by the dreadful sounds of the babies wails in the carseat across his room.

He tried rocking her, feeding her, letting her sleep on his chest. But it was no use, and he had resulted to shoving the baby back into its carseat to smother himself in pillows and blanket to try and mute the annoying noise around him.

He knew he shouldn’t, Niall had said he could but the smaller brunet was probably sleeping peacefully in his bed, all tucked away and ready to have energy for the next day. But Harry was losing patience, and he’d rather not have to explain to Miss Hive why the baby had it’s batteries taken out.

The phone was in his hands in seconds, fingers working fast along the touchscreen as he dialled Niall’s number. He placed it on his ear, waiting with a impatient tap of his foot against the floor as he glared down at what he now wanted to call the spawn of satan.

“Harry?” It was Niall’s voice in only two rings, and Harry didn’t expect such a quick answer, stuttering out a reply.

“H-hey Niall, fuck I’m sorry to wake you up but Gracie won’t stop crying.” He tried not to sound too upset, but his teeth were clenched by the end of his sentence as he tried to talk over the babies constant screams.

Niall let out a long sigh on the other end, but spoke softly to Harry. “I am sorry I wish I could be there to help you, you must be really tired…” He trailed off at the end of his sentence, and Harry didn’t dare interrupt yet.

“Can you put me on speaker? Maybe she likes my voice or something, I think there’s a microphone on her chest that you can put your phone by.” Harry wanted to laugh, and almost did before he realized that wouldn’t be appropriate. Plus, he would actually do anything at this point, his exhaustion taking over his body fast and hard.

He did as he was told, moving the phone to the babies chest with Niall on speaker and waiting for Niall to do what he planned on doing. It didn’t take long before he spoke, so sweet and welcoming Harry almost melted.

“Hi Gracie, It’s me Niall. Me and Harry would love for you to fall asleep so uh…daddy Harry can sleep too.”

Even though it was cute, Gracie kept on crying. Harry was close to just calling it off, telling Niall thanks but it was no use, but Niall spoke up again before he could.

“Or how about I sing you a lullaby huh? Would you like that? Maybe Harry can rock you while I sing yeah?” Niall was focusing on talking to Harry at the end, and Harry didn’t have one piece of fight left in him to object.

He managed to have the phone against Gracie’s chest and him cradling her at the same time, moving slowly back and forth on his feet. There was a small pause, and Harry had almost thought Niall had hung up before his angelic voice came through the speakers.

It sounded like it was lifting Harry’s soul, the voice smooth and something that had him almost crying himself as he listened. Niall’s voice had been trained all school year since he was in the music group, but Harry didn’t think it was this good.

He ended up humming along to the song, voice quiet and not enough to overpower Niall’s. A grin came across his face, staring at the phone lovingly as if he was looking right into Niall’s eyes, watching him sing his heart out. 

Here he was, in a situation where everyone would think was hilarious, him standing in the middle of his room cradling a fake baby with his phone in his hands as he kept it close to it’s plastic chest, all while his family studies partner sung it a lullaby. It wasn’t funny to Harry though, there was no humour about it at all, because it has now dawned on him how much he loved Niall, and not just as a simple friend.

He doesn’t want the small talk as they walk to and from school, or the too-short cheek kisses as goodbye. He wants their lips locked together till they can’t breath, Niall’s hand wrapped in his as they walk home like a physical promise to never let go. And Harry’s clothes to be packed deep into the bottom of his backpack so he can stay the night.

White Diamond Theory - Steven Universe Wanted - Who is White Diamond?

Okay. So I don’t normally do theories. Like at all. But this I couldn’t keep to myself because I find it super fascinating. I might do a vid on it later, but for now I’m just going to post this.

**Note: If someone else has also mentioned this theory, I’d love to know what they think and their supported reasons, too! I love the SU fandom!**

Wanted Steven Universe Special

Okay, so there has been a lot of different things that are answered (like how lion came to be) but this just gave us more questions (Did one of the Diamonds SHATTER Pink?).

The one thing I think it might have hinted at was who or what White Diamond is. 

So rather than keep you in suspense, I’m going to just come out with it as I want to get to the supporting points. 

Everyone…White Diamond.

This was in the title of Off Colors then quickly pans down to start the episode. 

Wait. Shy…isn’t this a just a building? A temple to White Diamond.

No. I don’t think so, at least in regards to this theory. 

The Diamonds and the Diamond Authority are the rulers of the Gems. However, I think that White Diamond is in fact HOME WORLD. Or at least somehow apart of Homeworld. 

I know it sounds crazy but there are a lot of things to support this. 

Reasons why I think White Diamond is Homeworld. 

The Diamonds are collectively the largest Gems we have seen that are SINGULAR Gems. Only when most Gems fuse do they grow in size. However, both Yellow and Blue are significantly larger than other Gems. Safe to say, that the most important Gem of them all, aka White Diamond, would be equally, if not, larger. So she can conceivably be that large.

Lack of Information.
There is very little information about White Diamond. Gems barely talk about her, if at all (actually). So how is this relate to that? The other Diamonds are referenced pretty regularly, even Pink Diamond, and thus more accessible than White Diamond. Gems don’t really reference White Diamond (in fact, I think that White Diamond was coined by fans in the obvious, we saw another Diamond on the Moon Base mural and the Diamond Authority emblem has a representation of White Diamond), because they never talk to or interact WITH her. 

During the episode, The Trial, the way the Blue Zircon addressed the Diamonds (with the theory that one of the Diamonds might have shattered Pink) sounded like only those two Diamonds existed. They didn’t bother waiting for White Diamond as well. 

Our Own Mythos and other Human Concepts.
So this in relation (and probably one of my more stronger points to this theory), on the factor that WE have similar mythos and equal beings similar to White Diamond. Think about Gaia or Mother Earth (Mother Nature) from Greek mythology. She is the personified version of Earth. She is considered to be a creator and nature itself. I think White Diamond is the Gaia of Homeworld. I also think, that like Gaia, White Diamond gave “birth” to the Diamond Authority. I don’t think there is a kindergarten that the diamonds came from. Possibly, White Diamond tore a piece of herself or somehow gave birth to the Diamonds who then created Gems, like Gaia birthing the Titans/Gods, and then those entities creating creatures in their likeness and (by the nature of Homeworld) for their needs. 

This also ties into my reference for the deities from Dungeons and Dragons. So, I’m a crazy geek, but the deity system in D&D gives the gods a level in terms of their god powers. The highest is level 20. There is ONLY ONE god that is above that at level 21. This god is general considered the one of nature and is considered Neutral to the truest sense (AKA neither good or bad, lawful or chaotic). 

Additionally, in the Moon Base mural, is White Diamond is cradling Homeworld with both hands.

It can be argued that she’s cradling Homeworld in an oppressive notion. But also look at the place of Homeworld. It’s the only one from the murals that is located like a womb location, as a form of symbolic meaning that White Diamond is the Mother of Gems. (So this is more of a reference for us versus the Gems history themselves. 

>>> MINI SIDE-THEORY ON DIAMOND PERSONALITIES Likewise, if you see Pink Diamond’s world location of Earth, she is the only Diamond holding her planet above her. Maybe stating that Pink Diamond was, in fact, empathetic to humans and considered humans as great beings like Rose thought. Blue Diamond is holding one of her planets very close and almost in a caring nature, and even looking at her planet. However, she’s LOOKING down on her planet, so her sense of superiority over her charges, much like a farmer over sheep. Yellow Diamond is holding two planets in a sense of balance. You would assume that she is the more justice driven over Blue, however, if you look at where SHE is looking, she is not LOOKING at the planets in her hands at all. She is looking and holding her head distinctively up, like holding her nose up in a superior fashion. This might reference how Peridot thought her Diamond was just and logical, but realized she wasn’t.<<<

Furthermore, we have reference of creatures where planets/life is sprouted from such as the World/Cosmic Turtle. And Terry Pratchett’s Discworld has a similar distinction.

Ending Thoughts.

While I think that White Diamond is embodiment of Homeworld, I don’t think she doesn’t have a physical existence. She might even make an appearance and talk to Steven. Personally, it would make for bad TV if she didn’t make an appearance. She might even be dormant, which would explain the reason why she hasn’t made another Diamond. Or something might be wrong with her, like an illness. She might be so reclusive and closed off, that only the Diamonds speak to her. 

Well. That’s it. You can think about is as you wish. You can send me Asks or answer to this post so we can all start a discussion on this too. I’d love to know what you think of my little theory about White Diamond.