this is photographic proof

Guys they got photographic proof of a supposedly extinct Australian bird that hadn’t been seen for 100 years and now they have ‘plausible’ sightings of the Tasmanian tiger that they’re going to go investigate

If they find some alive I’m going to lose my shit

anonymous asked:

Where are all the photos of Mads wearing his actual prescription glasses on his actual face?????? urghghghhhhhh I've seen them on top of his head and hanging from his shirt collar just teasing me! WHAT GIVES? Where are the photos hiding??? (prop glasses for characters he's played don't count and neither do sunglasses) I will combust with photographic proof. -_-

hahaha well there’s this old pic from Shanghai:

and that’s literally all I can dig up, as you say he really likes using his glasses as a headband instead, who knows why ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Black and White (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)

Prompt: Can you do a soulmate au where jughead and the reader can only see the world in black and white but once they see each others eyes they can see color? Also can the reader be a really quiet and shy photographer but friendly and kinda loud when around people she knows well?? Ps: I really love your blog💕

A/N: I hope you like this!! It turned out more poetic than I thought it was going to? Oops. (It’s also almost 4am so my brain is like fried? Hopefully it made some sense.) xx


Black and White (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)

The world had hidden colors within reach.

Black and White hid the vibrant colors from those who weren’t lucky enough to find their soulmate at a young age.

Some saw colors at age 6.

While Some never saw the greens and blues the world had to offer.

In the small town of Riverdale, it was uncommon for those to find their soulmate with those they grew up with.

But there was always childhood friends who find themselves staring at their soulmate’s eyes and seeing colors bleed out of the plain black and white.

You were different than the others.

The Black and White. It captivated you.

The idea of vibrant colors. The Purples, pinks. All of it made you wonder how it came from the black and whites.

How could one look in a stranger’s eyes make you seen a whole rainbow of colors?

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Friendship Is Nice. Friendship and Lingerie Is Nicer.

Summary: CS Modern AU. Friends to Lovers. Emma gets some new lingerie and, intending to get approval from her friends, accidentally sends some revealing pictures to the wrong group chat. Smut ensues.

tagging @emmasbutt who has put up w/ my incessant chatter while writing this fic ♥

Rated M. 6.6k words ~ also on ao3

Emma Swan has not owned a decent set of lingerie in far too long. It’s not as if she’s had anyone to wear it around, has had any need for it. The thought of needing an upgrade to her sexy wardrobe isn’t something her friends have needled her about in a while and therefore, hasn’t crossed her mind.

She’s just gotten her income tax money and seeing as she’s finally in a financially stable enough place in her life to not need to spend the money on bills, she takes a slightly reluctant but much-needed trip to the nearest mall. Too many unstylishly ripped jeans and torn t-shirts have been piling up in her wardrobe and, really, her lack of anything that ranges outside the bounds of leather and simple cotton is kind of sad.

She’s made a decent dent in her wallet—a couple of sheer shirts (who knew sheer was so in), a floral dress, a little black dress Ruby will whole-heartedly approve of, a nice green jacket that is decidedly not leather, and even a pencil skirt—when she passes the Victoria’s Secret.

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AU in nyc where even gets hired for a levi’s campaign and meets isak on set. he’s not sure about the photographer’s vision but rolls with it, spending the day with isak trying his best to put the story into the style. they’re both very professional and work through each shot, giving each other feedback behind the monitor and taking pics on their phones of the ones they like the best. at the end of the day they exchange numbers but then go their separate ways.

a week later isak texts even to join him and his friends at a club. he’s been raving about this hot guy to his friends but admits he’s been too shy to ask him out, so they give him the perfect excuse. even can’t make it though, and promises a rain check.

they go back and forth like this for a few more weeks, texting about work related things and trying to fit into each other’s schedules. they get proofs from the photographer and negotiate who gets to instagram which shots. slowly they invade each other’s social media, in constant contact digitally but still not able to meet up again. still, they survive on daily updates, from mundane pictures of their breakfasts to flirty selfies in bed.

and then a publicist from levi’s emails them, requesting that they attend the billboard campaign reveal and do a small amount of press. they would need to arrive early for hair & make-up, and levi’s would give them the outfits featured in the shoot. isak is excited about the extended promotion and potential for more work, but also because he’ll finally see even.

even is excited too, because he’s been wanting to do this for a while. not the whole campaign, it’s pretty standard for him at this point, but the chance to wear his favorite jacket again. the chance to walk down the street toward isak and wrap his arms around him again. the chance to kiss him again, for all the world to see. the chance for their story.

anonymous asked:

Hello – I was wondering if you could please write a future!Iggy-centric scenario where his vision is restored, and he’s with his wife and young daughter (5-7 years old, maybe?) and together they’re combing through many years of photos that were taken (I headcanon that Prompto and his s/o chronicle EVERYTHING in the hopes of sharing it with him one day ^^). Extra bonus if Prompto and Gladio are there with them, and Prompto brought his own stash of pics. =) Thanks so much!

This is adorable! I hope this drabble is okay. It’s technically a little long to be considered a drabble, but I think it’s also too short to be an actual one-shot. It’s full of fluff and feels, so I hope you like it!

The light was still so bright. It had been a month now that Ignis’ vision had been restored—with the help of a very risky operation with a talented surgeon and the assistance of a white mage.  He’d finally gotten his bandages off a few days prior and was able to actually see. When he saw you for the first time since he met you all those years ago when he first left the Crown City, he cried. When he was finally able to lay his eyes on his daughter, his own flesh and blood, he broke down.

Your daughter, Amelie, clung to her father and begged him not to be sad. It was a happy moment, she’d said. For a six year old, she was terribly smart, not unlike her father.

After spending a few much-needed days with his family (and a few long nights in bed), Ignis decided that he was ready to see his friends again. You’d invited Prompto and Gladio to the house for a visit.

“Iggy!” Prompto exclaimed, tackling his friend in a hug the moment he opened the door. “You can see again! Holy shit!”

“It’s quite the miracle,” Ignis agreed. He pointed at Prompto’s chin, the blond hairs neatly groomed into a small goatee. “How long ago were you able to grow this?”

“A few years ago—hey, wait a second—”

“Good to see you, Specs,” Gladio snorted, pulling his friend into a hug. “How’s the wife and Amelie?”

“Oh, how rude of me,” Ignis apologized, moving aside to let his friends in. “Come in. Amelie insisted on helping her mother prepare tea and pastries for your visit today.”

You emerged from the kitchen, a bit of flour on your cheek. “Hi boys!” you greeted, wiping your hands on your pants. Ignis came over and wiped the flour away, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. You blushed, gently smacking him on the arm. “Refreshments are almost ready. Go head over to the living room and we’ll bring them in soon.”

The guys went to the next room, with Ignis sitting in his armchair while Gladio and Prompto sat down on the couch. They engaged in small talk, asking Ignis about the surgery and the healing process. Just as Ignis was describing the moment he saw his daughter for the first time, she walked into the room, carefully holding a large tray of baked goods. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth, laser-focused on not dropping anything as she made her way to the coffee table.

“Hey, squirt,” Gladio grinned, ruffling the top of her head as she deposited the tray without any casualties. “How’ve you been?”

“Hi, Uncle Gladio,” she replied politely with a curtsy. “Hi, Uncle Prompto. I was just helping Mommy make some croissants. I made these ones!” She pointed to the small, slightly misshapen croissants that were completely covered in icing sugar. “You have to eat them all.”

“Done and done,” Prompto saluted the little girl and dove in as you brought the tea and Ebony into the room.

“Woah, Prom,” you snorted, handing Ignis his Ebony before pouring tea for everyone else. “Slow down or you’ll choke.”

“No I won’t,” he retorted with a full mouth. Gladio rolled his eyes, pulling Amelie into his lap. She tugged at his hair and he told her she could braid it, but she had to be gentle. Ignis just smiled. He missed his friends and their antics. He sipped his coffee as you kissed him on the cheek and retreated momentarily.

“Love?” he called, glancing over to the hallway. “Where are you going?”

You returned with a shoe box, one that looked rather worn and sat on the arm of the chair. You draped an arm over his shoulder and placed the box in his lap.

“I wanted to show you something. Prompto brought something for you as well.”

Ignis looked up at you questioningly, but opened the lid of the box. Inside was stacks upon stacks of photographs, spanning over ten years. Ignis picked them up, his fingers shaking as his eyes scanned over the images. He looked up at you again, tears in his eyes.

“You…kept all these?”

“I wanted to show them to you one day,” you smiled, leaning your forehead against his. “I never gave up on the possibility of you being able to see again one day, Iggy. I didn’t want you to miss anything. Look,” you held up a small stack tied with a lavender ribbon. “These are from when Amelie was born. The first time you held her, her first steps…”

You went on, showing him the different stages of your relationship, and photos of Amelie as she grew up. He finally had visuals to go with the memories he kept safe in his mind. He couldn’t get the smile off his face.

“You are the most incredible person I’ve ever known,” he gushed, holding you close. “Thank you for this.”

“Where’s my hug?” Prompto chimed in, holding up his own stack of photos. “I brought pictures too!” He handed the photos over, and Ignis laughed as he went through them. “They’re of us. All of us, back when we were younger.”

Ignis stopped as he came across a picture of himself, Prompto, Gladio, and Noctis. It was before he’d lost his vision in Altissia, and they all looked so happy. He sighed, quietly, gripping the photo a little tighter in his fingers.

You smoothed his hair comfortingly. “He’d be so happy for you,” you told him. “For all of us.”

“I know,” Ignis agreed. He looked over at Amelie, beckoning her over. She hopped down from Gladio’s lap, who now had pigtail braids on each side of his head, and climbed into her father’s lap. He pointed at Noctis’ face and said, “This is your Uncle Noctis.”

“Is Uncle Noctis the one who brought the light back?” Amelie asked, looking up at Ignis. He nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

“He’s the reason why your mother and I met in the first place.”

Amelie smiled, taking the photo in her hands. She kissed the picture before looking down at it fondly. “Thanks, Uncle Noct.”

Ignis let out a laugh and held Amelie close. He couldn’t believe how fortunate he’d become—he thought that after losing his vision, he would never live a normal life again. He never thought you’d stay with him, much less marry him. He never imagine himself as a father, because he never allowed himself to think of a life separate from his service to the Crown. But with his daughter in his lap, you at his side, and photographic proof that he’d been through hell and lived, he knew he was the luckiest man on Eos.

Some of you have no idea how PR in the Music Industry works. there is a reason I always put “kill” in quotations. Management could care less if the fans ship Camren. What they didn’t want was the media attention on Camren. That’s why they needed to “kill” Camren before Lauren came out and Camila went solo. I said this before, they didn’t want Lauren’s coming out to be linked to Camila, and they couldn’t have Camila linked to Lauren romantically, to push the narrative they are pushing about Camila going solo and the girls, including Lauren, feeling hurt and betrayed by her. They didn’t only need to “kill” Camren to push the narrative, they had to “kill” Caminah, Normila, and Camally as well. That’s why they separated Camila from all of the girls, in the last leg of her last tour with them. They needed to push the 4 against 1 narrative. Management achieved their goal.

Do they want Camila to have a “straight” image? Yes! That’s why they have her mentioning “boys” every time she is in front of a camera or a microphone. Can they use Camren for PR now that their goal was achieved and still keep Camila’s “straight” image intact? Yes they can. They are in fact doing it right now. Look at all the hype those few little tweets garnered in the media. Camren, or the “death” of Camren everywhere. Just look at the headlines. “Lauren Jauregui denies ever dating Camila Cabello”.  Those words never left Lauren’s mouth, or showed up in a tweet. What that tweet did do, was deny ‘it’ was ever real. With the headlines and the tweet, even if something Camren related is “leaked” they can use the excuses I gave in my answer to that ask, to deny that they ever dated and that it was ever “real”. It was just a moment shared, between two teenagers, that never happened again, type of thing. Girls kiss girls all the time, and it means nothing, right? Look no further than this fandom to get that answer. We have all kind of young girls, who claim to be straight, saying that they kiss their female best friends all the time. It doesn’t mean they are gay or Bi. They were just having fun. I see it every time I scroll through my tumblr feed.

Management has, are, and can, use Camren for PR purposes. They will control the narrative, as they always have. That MTV interview with that photographer is proof positive of the control of the narrative they have. That lady could not have even said the things she said in that interview without permission from Lauren’s management. She was told what to say, and she said it. Management has control of the girls’ public image and the narrative’s that surround their public image. Nothing is said publicly by or about the girls, that does not go through their publicist and management, first. Nothing! You can believe it or not, it’s just a simple fact.

So, do I expect something Camren related to pop up, absolutely. Am I 100% sure that it will? No, I’m not a damn insider. What I do know is, there is some new music coming out soon, and they need to get the fans and hopefully new fans, excited about it. One of the best ways to get the fans excited about it, is a big PR stunt. Will it be a “leaked Camren pic? With all the Camren headlines right now, it very well could be. It could also be another feud between the girls, (God I hope not. the current one is getting old) It could be the girls mending their relationships with Camila, or it could be another "boy toy” , but you can be rest assured, something is coming. We just won’t know which route Management will take, until they show their hand.

Trump’s press conference today held by Press Secretary, Sean Spicer, where they claimed that Trump had the largest inauguration turnout in history was nothing but authoritarian propaganda at work. 

Despite evidence (and estimates) to the contrary and photographic/first hand proof they are pushing out this claim. Then they are stating that anyone who says otherwise is a liar, and refused to take questions on the matter from the press. Do not ignore this, this was the first official as president and they made it clear what they’re going to be saying to the public these next 4-8 years and hold news organizations accountable when they report his baseless claims without question. Don’t let them make it easy to spread blatant propaganda.  

anonymous asked:

hey! In your opinion what is the biggest larry proof we have gotten recently? Not about how fucked up louis's team is, or the fake girlfriends, or bg, but like actual evidence from harry and louis. I mean, it doesn't need to be something big, just what was the last thing that reminded you they are definitely together. Also, i'm loving your aimh fic :)

Anon it’s not you but tbh I’m starting to hate the word proof in here 😂😂 because what’s proof? Proof is different for everyone. For some people proof of rain is the dark blue ominous clouds and for some is being hit by the raindrops.

Something that’s forever? Like a tattoo? Or multiple tattoos? Or a Harry Styles smugly showing off he didn’t cover the rose tattoo when he was rumored to do so? That would be the first thing I did if I lost my lover, to get rid of them. So is that proof they never touched any of those tats? For some maybe it is.

Or are hints proof? Hints linking them yet again to their tattoos? Like a dagger/rose selfie, or a rose shirt?

Are colours proof? Blue and green lights during JHO and making the JHO video Larry? Colors being proof is the stupidest thing you ever heard and they aren’t proof they’re together. So we all know what blue and green means to them, THEY started it, they made their house key chains blue and green, their mics, their stuffed bears etc. So does it make me smile they still can’t not make anything blue and green? Of course it does. They also wouldn’t happen if they weren’t together in my opinion.

Or is disappearing and appearing at the same time proof? That’s going on pretty much since the hiatus started.

What’s proof? CSI research? That Louis posted an ig pic of him that was taken by Harry? Or two mismatched football shoes where one is Harry’s? Or a Dunkirk poster in the background of another ‘Larry’ shoe pic?

Is that Twitter follows, tweets? Is that proof for you? Him following the photographer who took a pic one of the most iconic AM picture was inspired by? Or how he keeps following the same acts that are linked to Harry or Harry memes? How he deliberately chooses Harry or Larry accounts when replying to their tweets for JHO promo?

What’s proof?

Sharing multiple homes and properties all over the world? The older twins taken home by Harry and Anne after TXF? Or the silent Snapchats? Or the videos taken so carefully and deliberately cutting off when certain shadows or shoes get in the picture? Harry’s growing collection of rings. Is that proof? Or all of his nails painted but his ring finger. That proof? Or is that proof that their friends keep considering Harry part of his life? Steve Aoki, anyone? His H follow and rainbow like? Steve still replying to tweeters w the AImH header? Or James saying how Harry and Louis came over?

65 court cases could’ve been won with the proof this fandom collected in 7 years but for some it’s still not enough to see them as gay while for some people one look, one lyric change, one jealous moment, one touch, one anything was enough.

I feel like this thing has to be proven over and over again while the opposite is never being asked to.

Here’s my take on it: the last time we saw them was the mitam promo. They showed how best of friends they stayed and how genuinely in love they are with each other, still, how they move to the same beat and are able to finish each other’s sentences. That's​ enough of proof to me.

Then comes the understanding of such level of commitment (I’m w Adam for ten yrs this year and we plan to have a forever sign tattooed on us. After 10!! Not 2 like they did. And not 6 tats or god know how much more complementary tattoos like they have)

Could they break up even after they were such a balanced out happy couple during mitam? Yes. They could. I just don’t believe they did. Don’t forget they assured us (although they weren’t ever supposed to, it’s not their job) for the umpteenth time in 2016 and 2017 as well.

Do I believe they would do that if they were broken up? No! I believe I know who they really are as people.

So if you take this out of the equation you have a very very happy and together HL during mitam. Then the bears. Then 2016 which we all know how it was. And 2017. They're​ still fighting for freedom, they’re still giving off hints they’re very much a thing and that’s a status quo to me.

Harry and Louis are in love and they’re such great men both that no one deserves Harry Styles more than Louis Tomlinson and no one deserves Louis Tomlinson more than Harry Styles.

13 Reasons Why Headcanons:

Fluffy Clony:

-It’s no secret that Tony and Clay love to cuddle, both sets of their parents having enough photographic proof to last a lifetime. After a particularly bad day, it’s become custom for them to pop a movie in and settle on the settee together and cuddle, holding on tight and soaking up the other’s comfort- Tony being the big spoon and peppering Clay’s head in kisses every so often. There’s no place safer that Clay feels than in Tony’s arms.   

-Clay loves tracing Tony’s tattoo’s with his hands; the way the painted skin feels beneath his fingertips and how Tony shivers at his touch when he gets to a particularly ticklish part- especially after they’ve just had sex and the older boy’s still sensitive to his touch. Half the time he doesn’t realise he’s doing it, the movement becoming a subconscious habit that brings him comfort and allows his brain to fall into a lull of content.  

-They have a shared enthusiasm for kissing the other- whether it’s just a peck on the lips or a full blown make out session, they love the way the other feels against their mouth. Tony likes to kiss Clay wherever he can, on his mouth, on his cheek, on his neck (often with the results of numerous hickeys) while Clay likes to keep the kissing to Tony’s lips- not that he minds when Tony gets a bit more adventurous.

-Tony has a habit of holding Clay’s hand whenever they’re out together- not in a possessive ‘this is my boyfriend, back off’ kind of way, but to remind himself that the younger boy’s there and safe; he also secretly loves the way that his hand wraps around Clay’s, the younger boy’s fitting perfectly in his own.

-Most of the time, after school, they’ll spend their time together at each other’s houses. One of Clay’s favourite things to do is to watch Tony work on his car while he’s supposed to be doing homework; he’s loves the way that Tony gets all sweaty and greasy, his shirt sticking to him and how his hair gets all messy- it gives his body a increasingly, frustrating tingly feeling on the inside until he has to call the older boy over just to steal a kiss.

“Despite its imperfections this photograph is proof that I worshipped at the foot of their altar, that I was baptized in the sweat spritzing from Robert Plant’s golden locks. The technical flaws are also an essential part of its documentary truth. The streakiness of the image speaks to the novice’s impatience. There are no true black tones in the picture to provide depth and drama, and instead of a glistening expanse of skin, Robert Plant’s torso appears murky and unsexy. But it didn’t matter.  Like any rebellious teenager of that era, I had scribbled my share of heartfelt poems and Dylan-esque songs, but while holding the camera in my hands I felt transformed, I had some idea of how I might be in the world, how I could proceed. I had become a participant observer.” – Mark Alice Durant, photographer.