this is a stub

anonymous asked:

This is actually nothing new for Disney, in 1990 they released "Rescuers Down Under" alongside a 31 min. short, "The Prince and the Pauper", and I don't recall people having a problem with that.

I wonder why we didn’t hear much complaints from a movie that was considered a financial failure during the Disney Renascence from over 20 years ago before the internet was public

But I guess shoving a 21 minute short before a movie is totally fine since another movie from 20 years ago only few people saw in theaters did it. I guess no one’s allowed to complain about anything unless we look through the history of humanity to the pre-historic times to see if this problem happened before. I can’t feel pain when I stub my toe because no one recorded Ooga Booga from 30,000 BC complaining about it

kaycee003  asked:

A moth flew into my house and I immediately thought " ok who is getting akumstized?" ...... what has my life become?

You have now entered the world in which our cherished miraculous holders live. In order to survive you must:

-learn to speak french as it is the native tongue of our Parisian heroes

- dont get upset about anything ever!!! (You could be akumatized for stubbing your toe at this point)

- in the event you do become upset RUN!!!

- in the event that you upset someone else- avoid possible maiming at all costs.

I wish you well friend.

anonymous asked:

Stubs my toe on the table but counter frames before it hits leaving a destroyed hole where my table was

Trips and falls, but right before hitting the floor, I activate my super counter and I throw my entire apartment and now I am homeless.

why keith is considered ‘the best pilot of his generation’

  • can eat a whole mandarin in one bite, skin and all
  • knows all the words to ‘paul blart mall cop’
  • swallowed some tadpoles at the garrison because a kid dared him he wouldn’t and he also wanted to see if they’d grow into frogs in his stomach
  • his favourite snack is tomato sauce on ice cream
  • once made eye contact with a baby at walmart and refused to look away for 46 mins for fear of looking weak
  • stubs his toe on a daily basis and doesn’t even flinch
  • mispronounces 'ask’ as 'axe’
  • spells it as 'axe’ too
  • 'i’ll just axe him nicely shiro’ 'ok keith let’s not do that’
  • chews on pencils instead of sharpening them
  • still believes in santa claus at age 18
  • 'i have a crush on lance what should i do?’ 'flowers are always nice-’ 'you’re right shiro i’ll steal his social security number and get him arrested for fraud, then bail him out so he falls in love with me’
  • can sing in a perfect falsetto all the words to celine dion’s 1997 smash hit 'my heart will go on’
  • bought his jacket from the kids’ section
  • legally changed his name to 'flurb’ because he was feeling sad and needed something to make him laugh
  • can flip pancakes perfectly
  • doesn’t need to use conditioner
  • wears leather and carries lighters to impress boys but lies down on the sidewalk and wails when he sees a small dog
  • grew a mullet because nobody trusts him near scissors
  • can’t use his knife to cut it either because truthfully he doesn’t know what knives are used for, he just thinks they look cool
  • got expelled for coming to an exam 2 hours late and yelling 'what the hap is fuckening’
  • keith: 'so i’m half alien…is this why i pour milk before cereal?’ kolivan cringing: 'no that’s just you’

Every time I see a “what language is this” tagged onto a Scottish centric post a small part of me dies. A larger, much more angrier part of myself hopes you stub yer fuckin toe fir a week ya glaikit pleb.

vicious mockery is such a good spell. you can do damage by insulting people. you could yell “begone thot” and deal a point of actual damage. imagine a reality where muttering “deactivate your almonds” at someone makes them stub their toe.

Sky Factor AU

What if Geoff got pissed at everyone for fucking with his chickens or something so he finds a way to make a curse and basically now they’re all chickens except for him.


  • There’s a sleek gold one, with one giant feather sticking out of his head that squawks so loud, so it’s obviously Gavin. He walks like he’s in slow motion but runs “fast as dicks” when soggy bread is tossed his way.


  • The fluffy red one with a tiny face that makes him look angry is always shouting in a way that sounds like a New Jersey “Ey” so it’s Michael and he’s just always wandering under Geoff’s feet. He won’t stop pecking at Gavin and he keeps eating weird things.


  • Jeremy looks like an orange chicken that fell in purple paint and he’s really tiny and his tiny noises sound like Haps and Geoff has to clean up the feathers he keeps losing and feeding him different food so he doesn’t lose all of them. He doesn’t try to fly and will shout for Geoff if he climbs onto something to high.


  • Jack is a big bright orange chicken with so many feathers he looks like a ball. He keeps eating all the corn though but will break up the Lads fighting before a wing gets bent. He likes to sit on Geoff’s shoulder and it sounds like he’s laughing all the time. Once Geoff stubbed his toe and Jack came running in at high speeds to hug him.


  • “I asked for chickens what am I doing with this fucking creepy ass owl?”

It’s Ryan.

Run To You

Originally posted by aegonsgarden

Originally posted by bigbadroman

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Word Count: 1,606

SummaryYou’re new in town and after parking in Billys spot he takes an interest in you.

Authors Note: There will be at least one more part to this. i just didn’t wanna make it too long. No real spoilers in this part. I binged the second season the day it was released and have watched it three times since lmao. Billy is the worst but i just wanna bang him like one time okAY and i haven’t stopped thinking about him/Dacre since.

Disclaimer: I do not condone Billys behaviour nor do i intend to romanticise his racism or abuse. Billy is an asshole, no denying that. Dacre Montgomery is hot af tho.

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The music was blaring as Billy pulled into the school car park at his usual fast speed.
He was about to take another drag of his cigarette when he slammed on the brakes, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the steering wheel.
In his usual car park sat an unfamiliar black Mustang SVO. There was barely any spare  parks left at this time of morning but he had never had to worry before.
Everyone knew that was his park.
Billy’s nostrils flared as he let out a breath and Max gripped her skateboard a little tighter.
He drove forward and suddenly swung his Camaro into an empty park and yanked the keys out of the ignition.
“Don’t be late today.” He said sternly as Max opened her door.
She rolled her eyes, and was thankful he missed it before slamming the door and heading into school.
Billy stepped out of his car and took a drag of his cigarette.
He let the smoke fester in his lungs as he closed the door behind him.
His lips parted and he blew out a cloud of smoke as he stalked towards the strange car.
Who did this douchbag think he was?
He glanced through the window of the car as he walked to the front but saw no incriminating items inside.
It didn’t matter. Billy would find them.
With a final puff of his smoke he stubbed it out on the hood of the Mustang and strode into school.



Billy gripped the wheel in anticipation, his tongue darting across his lips and when he found the park empty he smirked.
Four days.
For four days he had arrived every morning to find that damned mustang in his park with no sign of the driver and it was always gone before Billy could confront the driver after school.
But not today.
Nobody messed with Billy Hargrove, he made sure of it.
So this morning he had left early. In fact he was the only car in the car park but that didn’t bother him.
He would wait until the car showed up and finally he could give the douchebag a piece of his mind.
“There’s not even teachers here yet.”
Max complained in the passengers seat.
Billy ignored her and turned the music up louder.
He could just make out a groan above the music before Max got out of the car and skated off towards the entrance.
Slowly the car park filled up as more students arrived and finally, he saw it.
The black mustang pulled into the car park and Billy smirked, turning down his music as he let out a cloud of smoke.
The sun was shining down on the windscreen of the car and he couldn’t yet make out the driver. But he clenched his fists nevertheless and opened his door.
His boots hit the pavement and he stepped out of his car, letting the door fall shut behind him.
He turned slowly, shaking out his shoulders as he went and when his eyes fell on the driver he stopped.
This wasn’t just a douchbag.
It was a girl.
He pushed out his lips and leant against his own car as the girl gathered her things and got out.
She wore a tight black dress that cut off at the thighs and a denim jacket. Even her hair had been teased for maximum volume.
Confidence radiated from her and thanks to a light breeze he caught the scent of her sweet perfume.
Feeling his gaze on her back, she turned and glanced in his direction.
“Can I help you?”
He smirked, amused by the sassy tone  in her voice.
“You’ve been parking in my spot.”
She raised an eye brow and put her hands on her hips.
“Didn’t realise there was assigned parking.” Her voice was thick with sarcasm and he enjoyed the way she was challenging him.
She clearly didn’t know who she was talking too. Still, she was pretty, so Billy thought he’d go easy on her.
“Well, now you know.” He flashed her his winning smile.
The one that always made the girls swoon.
Only this girl didn’t swoon.
Instead she rolled her eyes and he could have sworn he heard her mutter “Loser” before she turned her back and walked into the school.
Billy took a drag of his cigarette.
Who did this girl think she was?
She hadn’t seemed the least bit phased by him and he wondered what a girl like her was doing in Hawkins.
There was something about this girl that did something to him and he had always liked a challenge.



You dropped your bag to the floor and slid behind the desk next to the window.
Classmates were chatting as the room filled up for class and you played with the pen in your hand as you glanced around.
The guy from this morning walked into the room and almost instantly all the girls giggled and flicked their hair in unison.
You rolled your eyes as he leant across a desk in the front of the class and started flirting with the girl sitting there.
You turned your attention to the window and absentmindedly played with your hair as your mind drifted.
The shrill laugh of a girl got your attention and you looked to see the guy from this morning laughing with the girl in front of him.
Only he kept glancing at you, almost as if to make sure you were watching and he ran a hand through his hair.
He leant forward and said something to the girl, though you were too far away to hear but he stared at you while he spoke, the edges of his lips turning up into a smirk.
“Bye, Billy!” You heard her purr back to him, flicking her hair and fluttering her eyelashes so much you thought they might just fly off.
You rolled your eyes as ‘Billy’ strutted through the class room and when he reached your desk he trailed his fingers across it.
“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s rude to stare, Princess?” He smirked and walked past you, letting his hand brush against your shoulder before he sunk into the desk behind you.
His cologne drifted and you hid your face as you took in his scent.
God he smelt delicious, even if he was an asshole.
You had to admit, he was ridiculously good looking. You weren’t blind, he was fucking gorgeous. But you had seen guys like him in every town you had lived and they were always the same.
The same cocky alpha dog routine, thinking they could get away with whatever they wanted.
You hated to admit that you usually fell for the act, but not this time.
At least that’s what you told yourself as you stared out the window, thoughts of Billy Hargrove running through your mind.



The rest of the week was uneventful.
You had passed Billy a few times in the hallway and he had done the same thing every time.
Licked his lips, ran a hand through his hair, smirked, and walked past you. Sometimes with a “Hey, Princess.” and sometimes not.
God it was driving you wild, though you refused to admit it.
It was no secret, the feud brewing between Billy and Steve and since you had moved to town you had gotten to know Steve quite well.
It wasn’t just the rivalry either, his ego or Billy’s reputation with the other girls in school.
You had seen Billy with his sister one morning in the car park and although you hadn’t been close enough to actually hear the words spoken, it was clear by the body language that Billy wasn’t exactly being a loving brother.
So when you arrived at the Halloween party to see him chugging beer from the keg you rolled your eyes.
The crowd around him chanted his name and you grimaced as he let out a cheer.
“That’s how you do it, Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” He yelled.
You watched as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stuck a cigarette between his lips.
His friends pushed him into the house, still chanting his name and cheering victoriously.

A few hours and a dozen drinks later you were leant against the wall, taking a break from all the dancing you had been doing.
The music lowered slightly and Carol moved into the centre of the makeshift dance floor.
“Who’s ready for spin the bottle?!”
She was met by wolf whistles and cheers of agreement.
The room cleared out slightly and you pushed off the wall, deciding to get some fresh air.
Before you could get there however, you were blocked by an arm leaning against the wall.
“You not playing?” Billy asked, a coy smile on his face.
“Sorry to disappoint.” You shook your head.
He chuckled and licked his lips.
He leant closer to you and you saw his eyes linger over your body before meeting your gaze.
“Cmon, What are you scared of, Princess?”
You glanced at the circle forming on the floor and back at Billy.
Maybe it was the booze talking or maybe it was the chemistry sparking between the two of you. Either way, you found yourself smirking back at him.
”Fuck it.”
You grabbed the beer from his hand and finished it in one swig before sauntering off to join the circle.
Billy raised an eyebrow and followed after you.
You watched as Carol and some guy you didn’t know went off into a closet for seven minutes, the rest of the group talking and laughing in their absence.
Next was Carl’s turn and his bottle pointed to the girl next you you and she squealed in excitement.
Slowly the bottle made its way to you and you took a deep breath as you leant forward and gave it a spin.
Oohs and Ahhs erupted as the bottle stopped spinning and pointed to no other than Billy fucking Hargrove.

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Part Two Here

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Cymothoa exigua is a parasite that is also know by the name the ‘Tongue-eating louse’. It is an isopod with the unique identifiable feature of being the only known parasite that functionally replaces a host’s organ. The louse enters the fish’s body through the gills, attaches to fish’s tongue and extracts blood, causing it to shrivel and eventually fall off. Once this has been achieved the louse attaches to the remaining stub and acts as a replacement tongue, receiving nutrients by feeding on the fish’s blood and mucus. While the majority of fish found with these parasite’s are underweight, there is no evidence that this parasite causes a significant amount of harm to its host. 

These parasites, while aesthetically disturbing, are also not harmful to humans. While a person has brought a lawsuit against a supermarket chain after finding cymothoa exigua in fish they had eaten, the legal case was dropped. This was a result of there being no evidence that these parasites were in any way unhealthy for humans, they are not poisonous and can be incorporated into a healthy diet. 

hey consider: concept where gladio doesn’t curse as much because he’s got a little sister!! he can’t be a bad example!! he stubs his toes and he’s like ‘ah fUDGE’ ‘oh SHiITAKe mEuSHROOMS’

meanwhile, ignis is a master of switching between formal and informal speech, and also a potty mouth bc it’s his one form of Youthful Rebellion

gladio, dropping a weapon during training: oh, fiddlesticks.
ignis, expression completely flat: fuck. did you mean to say fuck.

BONUS:

iris, literal child, who was watching that training session: FUCK!!!
gladio @ ignis: >:O >:O >:O