this one is way better than the first two

Tao's almost perfectly symmetrical face:

The Fibonacci sequence is a sequence that measures ratio and symmetry through simple math. The mathematician, Fibonacci, derived a way to see the “golden ratio proportions of humans” by making these two lined templates through the usage of definite math. Basically, these templates show what perfect human faces should look like. The first picture is the female template, the second picture is the male template. I edited these pics to show you guys just how symmetrical Zitao is.

What intrigues me is the fact that Zitao fits BOTH SEXES OF THE SEQUENCE. To put in it a simpler way, Zitao’s face is both feminine and masculine. I was so surprised at how these two templates fit so easily. BUT, the female template fit Zitao much better than the male one. (aww, our Zitao is pretty). Zitao was legit one eyebrow away from fitting into the female template perfectly. He was raising his eyebrow so the right eyebrow of the female template was the only thing that was out of place. Other than that, he would have fit the template perfectly. Damn.

No average human can fit the Fibonacci sequence this precisely. Zitao’s face is so close to being the perfect human face. As a Zitao fan, I am still trying to digest this news. I always knew Zitao was gorgeous, but dear god, HE IS LITERALLY ONE EYEBROW AWAY FROM FITTING THE FIBONACCI SEQUENCE. Somebody hold me.

Summary: Tao is damn close to being perfect.


THESE ARE MY FAVORITE SKETCHBOOK PAGES ! When i first got my large sharpie paint markers i made different text with different colors and the purple with blue outside was my fave plus it goes so well with everything else without making it unbalanced??  I also didn’t want to get rid of the sketch of the two people sitting because i liked that one slightly better than the inked one. I used vintage stickers, light blue packaging tape, acrylic gesso, sharpie paint markers, washi tape, pink lined paper, uuhhh more paper than anything really. I barely used any vintage collage material here. 


taylorswift Hey babe! Guess what?! My sister and I are seeing you at Staples Center…..on MY 21st BIRTHDAY!!! (August 26th)!!!! (Floor 1. Row 14. Seat 4.) These are our outfits because you know, for us it’s always you! I’m making a sign too, but it’s not quite tumblr worthy just yet! I couldn’t imagine a better way to turn 21 than spending it with you and my sister..The two people that have been there most for me over the years. This will be my sister first time seeing you live and my sixth time! I’ve been lucky enough to see you at Staples for every single one of your tours, basically been taylor swift af since day one babes. ;) I can’t wait to see you and celebrate my birthday together! Love you more than you know T!
xoxo Kendra 


Hello, Inseparables! We here at HQ have been brainstorming a bunch of ideas to get us through the final week of the hiatus.

So we decided, “What better way than a giveaway?”

As a HUGE thank you to all of the amazing fans of the show and followers of our blog, we’ve decided to run the very first A4O HQ giveaway!

What is the prize, you ask?

The prize will be a mug very similar to the one showcased by Miss Dorothy Castlemore herself above, with a little HQ twist. Please see guidelines below:

  • You must be following All For One Headquarters on Tumblr
  • Like and/or reblog this post with your active account
  • Each user gets two entries max (1 like + 1 reblog)
  • We will ship worldwide!

The giveaway will run until Friday 29th April @ 11:59pm EST. The winner will then be announced Saturday 30th April @ 4:30pm EST, one hour before the live episode!

                                    ⚔ Best of luck to you all!  ⚔


Hello lovely followers,

I know there are a lot of Americans here and you guys have your own problems (like that devil called Trump), but here in Europe, we’ve been struggling with an issue that is not only heartbreaking but absolutely understandable.

over the past few months, thousands of refugees from the Middle East have died trying to cross the European border. Their countries are at war and they come here for a better life. But for a lot of people, their life ends at sea.

A heartbreaking photo surfaced the internet today. A Syrian boy was found stranded on the beach of Bodrum, Turkey. I cried. I really did. The boy’s in between the age of my two nephews. It’s haunting.

But the realization hit me fast: he’s not the only one, he’s not the first one and he’ll certainly not be the last one.

The refugees are not only crossing Europe through sea, but basically, through every single other way they can find. Last week, more than 70 people have died in a truck due to the fact that the driver(s) left the truck on the side of the road, without releasing the refugees. They all suffocated. Can you imagine the panic? Can you imagine the horror. It’s worse than all the Saw movies combined, but it happened. It really happened. And my only question is: how is this any different than mass shootings/murders or serial killers?

By leaving that truck, they killed 70 people, and yes, also children.

Let’s not forget to mention that there are thousands of refugees who do survive crossing the border. But most of those people are homeless, living on the streets in Turkey, Hungary or Kos.

I feel like the only thing I can do right now, is just raise awareness. Because I’m not informed enough to actually put out information how we can help. But let me tell you guys something: we must help.

My grandparents were teenagers in World War II. So they’re very aware of what war can do to a country. They’ve told my parents about the horror. The famine, the violence. My dad told me: “why are people so calm about this? This is what my parents and my grandparents went through. Why are we all doing so little?” My father is right.

Please, PLEASE take a moment to think about the situation. There are people who need our help.

Also, if you do have information how to help, how we, normal citizens, can help, please inform me and/or my followers on how to do this. I’d really like to know because, yes, I’m a broke college student. But these people are DYING trying to find a better life. I’m sure I’ll be able to afford whatever is asked of me.

Thanks for reading. And of course, please reblog. I know this is supposed to be a pop culture blog, but I’m at a point where this issue is 100% more important than the Miley & Nicki fued at the VMA’s.


There are better ways to start a horse than to just throw on the saddle/rider and let them freak out until they exhaust themselves.

All of these gifs are from videos of a horse’s first time being ridden, or first time with a saddle on. See a difference between the two columns?

The concept of being ridden is an extremely foreign one to young/un-”broken” horses. Since horses are prey animals, they tend to respond to unfamiliarity with a flight response, which can be seen by the horses on the right side who have been introduced to being ridden with commonly used “breaking” styles. Just toss the saddle on and let them buck until they submit to the restrictive saddle on their back. Just get on and hold tight while the horse panics until he is too tired to fight, or until he goes into some form of learned helplessness and submits to your will.

If you want your horse to have good experiences and associations with being ridden, then you need to ensure that he is confident and understanding of everything you ask of him. Do months of groundwork beforehand. Introduce the concept of tack slowly until your horse is comfortable. Teach him that being above him is not a scary concept. Introduce him to having weight on his back before getting on. Start riding in small, bite-sized increments. Incorporate positive-reinforcement based methods into your training.

Take things slow, it’s our duty to train our horses without causing them unnecessary stress or fear.

Better Without You

He was different. The way he acted, the distance, the bickering and arguing, the tears; he wasn’t the same Harry you’d fallen in love with. He’d grown so far from you, his kisses no longer a presence in the home you two shared.

Home. He’d first asked you to move in after your first anniversary, his excitement barely containable. Ever since then, you were the happiest girl in the world; or so you thought.

For the past couple of weeks, he’d been coming home later than usual, his entrance not as enthusiastic as they usually were. He’d usually wrap his arms around you, tell you how much he missed you and give you endless kisses. Now, you were lucky if you got a “Hi.”

He’d walk in, eat some dinner, take a quick shower and go straight to bed. You couldn’t remember the last time he touched you intimately and whenever you tried to instigate it, he’d come up with a new excuse. You’d given up on it, thinking it was now useless.

But tonight, you were going to get to the bottom of it. Whether you could fix whatever you did wrong or if it was something worse, and you prayed to God that it was something that could be worked out.

When he walked in that night, you knew it was about to go downhill, the look on his face saying it all.


“Come on, mate! It’s your birthday, we’ve got to celebrate right! No girlfriends tonight!” Louis laughed, his arm coming to drape around his best friend. Harry laughed, his eyes drifting between his friends.

“Alright, alright. Fine, we’ll go.” They’d been bugging him about it for the longest time now and they wanted to spend his 21st birthday the most fun way. His mates burst into cheers, throwing their hands into the air.

“Aye! That a boy!” The blonde Irish boy laughed, leaning back in the recliner.

“Let’s get this party started!”


“Hi, Harry,” you looked over at him, a smile on your face. He looked over at you from the foyer, kicking his boots off one by one.

“Hey.” It was quiet, his eyes not making contact for long before he pushed his hair back.

“Are you hungry?”

“No, the guys and I ordered take out.” He dropped his coat in the foyer, his keys landing in the bowl on the table.

“Oh,” was all you managed to reply, your lips pressed into a tight line. “Okay.”

He let out a breath before coming over and standing above you, his lips pressing to the top of your head.

“I’m going to go shower,” he mumbled before quickly darting up the stairs before you could reply. A sigh left your lips, your hand coming up to rub your face.

“Great conversation,” you groaned, leaning back against the couch.


“A strip club? Really? This was the best you could think of?” Harry yelled over the loud music, a laugh escaping his throat. Zayn shrugged, a grin playing on his face.

“Best we could do on short notice. Go on and enjoy yourself, kid!”

“My girlfriend isn’t going to be too happy about this!” He joked, a drink being shoved into his hand before he rolled his eyes and downing it. He looked around, his throat on fire and he felt the alcohol burn its way through his veins.

There were strippers every where he looked, barely clothed and their assets being flaunted. He looked over to his friends, already beginning to get wasted and spend the night drinking.

“Hey! It’s my mate’s birthday! Let’s get him a pretty lady!”

“Niall! That isn’t necessary,” he groaned before his hand was taken, turning him to face her. She was fit; her long hair falling down her back, her bra giving her the extra push guys enjoyed, and her bum barely covered from the piece of cloth that clung by a couple of strings.

“Hey, handsome,” she purred, her lips plump and her hands pressed to his chest.


You found him buried in the comforter on the large bed, his arm draped over his eyes and snores falling from his lips. You sighed, making your way over and climbing into the bed, your hand falling to his inked chest.

“Harry,” you whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair. You watched as he stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours.

“You okay?” He groaned, sinking deeper into the bed as he turned his head to you.

“Y-Yeah, I just…Is everything okay?” You watched as his eyes focused on you, giving you a small nod before pulling you down next to him.

He had to lie; there was no way he could tell you right now, not like this.

“Of course,” his lips pressed a kissed to your hair, keeping his voice a whisper so he wouldn’t give anything away.

“You just seem so…distant.”


The screaming, the cheers; it was all flooding his ears and his eyes focused on the girl on his lap. The booze was spreading throughout his system, his head buzzing from the alcohol; the voice in his head telling him to stop, but the drinks telling him to go.

His brows were furrowed as his hands traveled down her sides, landing firmly on her wide hips. She was grinding against his lap, her hands traveling down his chest and back up to cup his cheeks.

“Are you having a good time?” Her lips grazed his, leaning down to press a kiss to his neck.

“Uh huh.”


He turned to face you, his hand landing softly on your hip. His eyes went soft and he pulled you closer, your chest pressed to his.

“I…I’m sorry, baby. I’ve just been really stressed lately.” You watched as he let out a sigh, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

“What’s been going on, my love?”

Oh, where did he begin?


Her hands were all over his body as she yanked his shirt off, the buttons flying everywhere and already standing naked in front of him.

“I want you,” she growled, her hands quickly reaching down to unbuckle his belt. His eyes drifted close as he felt her lips on his neck, making their way down his bare chest.

“Mm,” he let out, feeling his jeans being pulled to the ground around his ankles before he briefs quickly followed.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. Happy Birthday.”


“Nothing important,” he smiled softly, his lips leaning over to press to yours as his hand roamed your back.

“Let me make you feel better,” you were quick to climb over him, pulling your shirt off in the process. He swallowed hard, his eyes grazing your bare chest as his hands pressed to your lower back. Your lips quickly pressed to his, your fingers tangling in his hair once more. “I missed you.”

He knew this was wrong, it was so wrong. But he didn’t want to stop because he knew that in no time, he wouldn’t be able to see you like this anymore; he was going to lose you. His eyes closed once he felt your lips traveling down his chest, giving extra attention to his butterfly tattoo.

“B-Babe, wait,” he breathed out and watched as you paid him no mind, beginning to pull down the band of his briefs. His hand quickly grabbed yours, your eyes looking up to meet his intense stare.

“What? What’s wrong?”


He was sitting in the house alone, waiting for you to get back from a day out with his sister when the doorbell rang.

“Coming!” He called out, quickly jogging to the door before swinging it open. His heart raced when he saw who stood in front of him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

She was quiet, a look of fear spread across her face. “H-Harry, please just listen to what I have to say…”

“You swore you wouldn’t tell anybody,” he narrowed his eyes at her. “If you’re back for more, it’s not going to happen.”

She didn’t say anything, quickly digging in her bag for a small item before handing it out to him. He looked down at it, his brows furrowing at the article placed in his hands.

“W-What the hell is this?” He brought up closer to his face and once he realized what is was, he felt his heart in his throat. He looked back up at her, watched as she wrapped her hand over the small swell beneath the loose dress she wore.

“I…I haven’t had sex with anyone but you ever since,” her eyes filled with tears, dropping to the ground at her feet.

“She’s yours.”


He couldn’t do it; the guilt was eating at him as he watched you pour your love to him. He pulled you off of him gently, quickly shuffling out of the bed and his hand running through his curls.

“Harry, talk to me, what’s happening?” He heard the worry in your voice and when he turned to face you, you quickly threw your shirt back on. He swiftly made his way towards you, getting down on his knees and taking your hands in his larger ones.

“I…I fucked up,” he shook his head, his eyes not able to meet yours. You felt your heart rate pick up and you pulled your hands away from his.

“What did you do?” You choked out, watching as his eyes filled with tears. “You’re scaring me, Harry. What did you do?!”

“My birthday,” he croaked, the tears already streaming down his face. “We went to a strip club and I got wasted,” his words beginning to speed up now.

“Oh..Oh my God,” you knew where this was headed, the tears already forming in your eyes hoping you weren’t about to hear what you knew was coming.

“She was all over me and I didn’t know what was happening. One thing led to another and a few weeks ago, she came by and she…” he looked up at you, his eyes red and tears filling them up once more. “She’s having my kid.”

You felt your heart shatter in your chest, as cliché as it sounded and your hands coming up to cover your mouth. It was your worst nightmare coming to life; the love of your life, or so you thought, was now about to become a father to a child who didn’t belong to you.

“S-Say something, please, anything…” his voice cracked, his hands reaching out for yours once more. You were quick to pull them back before he had a chance to touch you, your eyes burning holes into his.

You quickly climbed off of the bed, your legs quickly carrying you to the closet that held your belongings. You dug around the floor, the tears burning to the brim of your eyes as you reached for a duffle bag.

“Baby, please,” his voice came from behind you as he choked on his own sobs. “Please don’t leave me.” You felt your blood boil beneath your skin, trying your best to ignore his pleas as you shoved as much as you could into the bag. Dragging it out of the closet, you made your way around to grab the rest of your belongings before throwing on an old hoodie.

“I’m begging you, please.” He got down behind you, his arms wrapping around your legs.

“Let go of me,” you spat out, your eyes closing in annoyance. You squirmed out of his grip, grabbing the bag off of the floor before making a dash for the stairs.

“Please! Please!” He quickly followed behind, his hand reaching out to grab your arm. “I love you! You can’t leave me!”

He had pushed you to your breaking point and you pulled your arm back, fury running through your veins.

“You love me?! After all this time, you love me?! You lied to me, deceived me for weeks! Those words didn’t come from your mouth all that time and now when I leave you, you suddenly love me again?!” The tears threatened to fall once more, your hands balling into fists by your side.

“I’ve always loved you,” his hand reaching up to wipe his face. “I-It was a mistake.”

“The only mistake was me ever trusting you. I hate you!” You began to sob, your fists banging against his chest. “I fucking hate you!”

His hands grabbed yours as he pulled you to his chest, tears streaming down his face.

“S-Stop hitting me. Don’t say you hate me! You don’t!”

What you felt at the moment was stronger than hate; your blood was boiling with rage, anger sweeping through you.

“I hate you! You’re a worthless excuse of a man!” You pulled your hands away, slamming them against him once more. “I HATE YOU!”

One thing happened after another; your hand reaching up to collide with his cheek, a mark you knew was certain to be left. His eyes grew dark as he looked at you, his fists clenching at his sides before he dropped his head, shaking it in the process.  

“I. Hate. You.” You spat out, your teeth gritted together. The tears no longer had boundaries as you quickly made your way to your duffle bag, grabbing it and heading out of the front door.  Throwing it into the backseat, you shuffled into the car and backed out of the driveway. His eyes were focused on you backing out, continuously reaching up to wipe his face.

“Don’t look back,” you sobbed, your tears uncontrollable as you drove down the road. The cameras were already flashing, making you shield your eyes as you drove off. You fumbled for your phone as you dialed Niall’s number, hiccups escaping your lips as you heard his voice come through the speaker.

“Niall, I need you.”


“Are you going to tell me what happened, darling?” He was sitting next to you on the bed in the guest room, his hand rubbing your back. You shook your head, the words not being able to come out.

You were shocked, you were hurt, you were in disbelief; but most importantly, you were heartbroken. The man of your dreams turned out to be the man who’d haunt you for the rest of your life, his actions scarring you.

“Please,” he pleaded, climbing around and settling in front of you. “I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what he did.”

You had to tell someone at some point. You’d been settled in his flat for hours, crying your eyes out with your knees tucked into your chest. Looking over at him, he leaned over to swipe his thumbs across your cheeks to get the tears out of the way.

“He…He cheated on me, Niall,” you choked out, your eyes falling to the duvet and your fingers picking at nothing. “She’s pregnant.”

“What?” His voice was strained as you looked up at him, his brows furrowed. “What the fuck? Who is she?!”

“I don’t know,” you sniffled, your hands coming up to push your hair back. “I just want to go to bed.”

He sighed, his arms coming around to pull you into a tight hug. He pressed a kiss to your head, his hands rubbing your back softly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you shook your head, pulling back from his hug and sinking into the bed. You turned over, your back facing him as you let a couple of more tears fall. “Good night.”

“I’ll be in me room, just call out if you need me.”


“She hasn’t come out of the room since she got here,” Niall sighed, running his hand over his face. He looked over at his 3 mates, all sitting on the couch.

“He really did that?” Liam asked from his seat, his voice quiet. He watched Niall nod, his fingers running through his hair. All heads turned to the door when the intercom buzzed and Niall got up, his finger pressing against the ‘talk’ button.

“Who is it?”

“Let me in,” Harry’s voice came through and Niall looked back at his mates, his eyes widening in panic. “I know she’s here, Niall.”

“I…I uh, I don’t know Harry.”

“Niall, please. Just let me see her, let me apologize.” His voice was hopeless and Niall sighed, giving in and buzzing him up. No more than a few seconds later, the knock on the door had the boys on the edges of their seats. Niall was quick to open the door, keep it adjacent to the frame before letting him in.

“I don’t know if this is okay, Harry. She doesn’t want to see anyone and I’m sure you’re the last person she wants here,” he narrowed his eyes at the curly haired boy, a twinge of anger flashing through him. “And to be quite honest, I don’t disagree.”

“Just let me see her, Niall, then I’ll leave.” Niall stared at him for a moment before he opened the door, letting him in. Harry’s eyes fell to the rest of his band mates on the couches. The looks they shot at him made him drop his head in disgust, his hands shoving into his pockets. Before he had a chance to say anything, the guest room door opened and he found you walking out, his heart sinking at the sight of you.

Your hair was a mess, piled into a bun at the top of your head and your cheeks tear stained; not to mention your eyes that were blood shot from the crying you didn’t think was humanly possible. Your shirt was soaked in different blotches, the tears evident in each section you’d managed to wipe your face with. When your eyes met his, he felt his pulse race, his hands suddenly sweaty.

“Niall, why is he here…” Your voice cracked, looking over at the blonde haired boy standing beside Harry. He opened his mouth to answer but Harry beat him to it, making his way over to you.

“Baby,” he tried to reach out for your hands before you quickly knotted them behind your back.

“Don’t touch me and stop with the names,” you looked up at him, your stare steady into his. “Why are you here?” You watched as he gulped, your eyes quickly looking over at the other boys sat not too far away.

“I just…” he cleared his throat, his eyes falling to the ground before looking back up at yours. “I’m so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen, it’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made,” he shook his head, blinking away the tears that formed in his eyes. “I never meant to hurt you, God, I love you too much to do that.”

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head as you looked back up at him; a look of hurt spreading across his features as you laughed. “Why are you really here, Harry?”

He took a step forward causing you to take a step back, your jaw clenching. He dropped his hands to his sides, his head dropping in the process.

“I want to be with you because I love you and I always will. I can’t picture my life with anyone else but you.”

“Well, you’re going to have to start,” you shook your head. “I’m done with you, Harry. I’m done with the bullshit you put me through after everything I sacrificed for you. You did this to yourself, Harry. There’s no one else to blame but you and you know what? I deserve better.” You watched as his eyes turned glossy, the tears roaring back to life. “You need to go. For good.”

He didn’t hesitate to let the tears go, his eyes not leaving yours as he let out a sob. “Tell me you don’t love me and I…I’ll go.”

You felt your eyes burn and you quickly looked up the ceiling, rolling your top lip over your teeth.

You didn’t want to say it. No, because you loved him and you always would. But you couldn’t, not anymore.

This was it. You were letting go of the man you gave everything to, the one you wanted to be with for the rest of your life, to have kids with, to grow old with, to share memories with; to love and be loved by every day.

You looked back at him, taking a breath before shaking your head and taking in his features for the last time.

“Goodbye, Harry.” 

There you have it, lovelies. This was so heartbreaking to write, gah, I hate heartbreak! But it was requested by two anons, so thank you for sending these in. The next one will be back to the Harry series, so no worries. If you have any feedback or anything else for me, drop by my ask. Love you, dolls.

Anna x 

My Issue with How the Curse Was Broken in Season One, and How I Think They Could Have Done It Better

I’ve noticed a lot of nostalgia for the first season of Once Upon a Time lately, so I thought now might be a good time for me to finally make this post about something that has bothered me since pretty much the beginning of season two. It’s a fatal flaw in the show, one that can never be fixed. I think about it way more than I should, and it will probably haunt me until the day that I die.

Anyone who is still watching the show post season one has to be doing so under the acceptance that they are not watching the same show that they were initially promised. The entire premise of the first season is basically gone. The first season was clever, showing us how these fairytale characters’ lives translated into our “real world.” There weren’t necessarily any major plot twists, but I much preferred the clever intertwining of the fairytales in the flashbacks. For example, the fact that the genie became Regina’s magic mirror. Or the fact that Cinderella was the girl who promised her baby to Rumpelstiltskin.

In my opinion, the reason the show got so off course from what it was when it started out begins with the way they went about breaking the curse.

The thing that bothers me so much about the way that they did it is that it basically erases the importance of anything that happened to the characters in Storybrooke in all of season one – with the exceptions of Emma, Henry, Regina, and possibly Mr. Gold. Anything any other character said or did served only to advance the development of those four characters because they are the only ones who don’t have false memories.

Keep reading


I often see younger kids getting into japanese fashion, and when they aren’t immediately praised for their outfits they lose courage and either look for another style to wear or drop out of it entirely. It seems like many people want to be perfect right from the start, and when they aren’t, they resign.
I think that’s really sad.
I highly doubt that anyone’s earlier coords look as good as their most recent ones. Wether it is Lolita, Visual Kei, Decora, or what ever, everybody’s style needs to evolve, and believe me, those people with 10k followers and seemingly perfect outfits didn’t always look the way they do now.

Just wanted to share these pictures of myself to show you that your style WILL get better. (I am not saying that my coords are exactly magnificent nowadays lol but you have to admit that they are much better than those from five years ago)
The first picture shows (half of) my very first Decora coord, the last two are my current favourite outfits.
I believe that my style has improved, and I hope that it will improve even more in the future.
Yours will too, so don’t be sad if your first few coords don’t look the way you want them to c:

“Absolutely, and it’s going to.  I think Downey is officially signed on now to Spider-Man: Homecoming, and I think that’s what so fun about it. That’s what’s different in terms of this interpretation of Spider-Man. Two things: one, is that we cast an actor who is very close in age to a high schooler. Tom is really the first young actor to portray the part, and he has an incredible vulnerability and a certain confidence married together that create this very youthful and exciting character. Two, the other thing that’s compelling is he’s now in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and he can interact with the characters in that universe. I think that this mentorship, this mentor-relationship that Tony has developed with Peter Parker is probably one of the most interesting things the universe has moving forward.

– JOE RUSSO, when asked about the dynamic between Peter Parker and Tony Stark going forward.

The events of Civil War  are pretty stressful, so maybe we’ll get this–

Silver Fox old mentor Tony Stark?


Pre-production McLaren 570S that has been making it’s rounds around the US, this one spent the whole weekend around Chicago, first at the dealer for a few days, then to the two big shows over the weekend.
I absolutely love this car, I think the styling is way better than the MP4-12C or even the 650S, it’s just got a little bit more aggression to it that really makes the car stand out with some character.  Can’t wait to see more of these on the road


Author: exclamation

Summary: A magical accident sends Stiles back in time. Now he’s stuck in New York, living with Derek and Laura, and the only way to get back to his own time is to learn to use magic. Meanwhile, he must figure out how much he can tell them about their future. Can he warn them about the dangers they face? Can he change his own past? And can he trust the creature known as Bookworm, who seems to know him better than he knows himself?

Word count: 73k

Notes: It’s only a first part, there are two more, but I don’t have time to read them this week and this one was awesome, so rec it is. Time traveling fic, with great plot, feels and very interesting new character, Bookworm. It was well written and original and I can’t wait to read the other parts! Also there is death in this part, hopefully it will be fixed in the sequel! - K.

Sneak Peek:

She started reading, eyes darting back and forth across the lines of words. Almost at once, the silent tears started to fall. She reached up and wiped them from her cheeks with the cuff of her sleeve, not taking the chance of them dropping onto a page and spoiling the book. Derek didn’t know what to make of it. When she reached the bottom of the page, she closed her eyes again and sniffled gently.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “What did you see?”

“Broken soul,” she whispered. “Poor little broken soul, surrounded by so much blood. He hides it all with smiles and laughter, but he’s surrounded by death and he blames himself. Poor little broken soul.”

She opened her eyes and looked directly at Derek, a fierceness behind the tears.

“Help him, Derek. You have to help him.”

Step one: lead said person on. Really make them believe you like them. (This may require some acting skill)

You see when you first spoke to me I thought it was by mistake. Your eyes shouldn’t have been looking into mine, but they were. Scotty seemed to have beamed me straight towards you. We spent the next few hours laughing and staring, until it came time for you to go home. By the time you got off that bus i was already asking everyone else about you.

Step two: begin a relationship (preferably long distance) . Coax one into it by getting them to say “I love you” first. You have now preformed inception better than Leo ever could, your oscar is on it’s way.

I meant to say I like you. I built the moment up as a joke and said “te quiero” as in I like you a lot and care about you. You took it as I love you and next thing you know I’m telling you everyday.

Step three: After months of dating, find your partners weakness. A character flaw. Jealousy will usually work. Exploit said flaw while making it seem like you cannot do wrong. (Exploitation can last years)

I told you early on in our relationship, “I’m the jealous type”, to which you responded “oh, well you see, I talk to a lot of guys but only have feelings for one”
I should’ve taken that as you talk to every guy you can, and you let others do more than talk, but I took it as I was the only one you felt for.

When I began to point things out you claimed I didn’t trust you,
but was I really supposed to trust you?
Tell me it’s not suspicious that you call him everything you call me.

Step 4: Leave that person; saying they’re flaw has gotten out of control. Say that all you do anymore is argue.
If dealing with jealousy make sure that your interactions with the person that made them jealous increase.

You said we just needed a break, we would get back together soon.
You just think we need some time apart to cool off.
He’s more frequently contacted than I ever was.
Social media tells that you are doing things with him that you refused to do with me.
You stop answering texts but flirt with him openly online.
I thought you loved me.
This is just cruel.

Step 5: Go for the kill. The blow to the spine. The up-down-x-x-y finisher. Begin another relationship less than a week later, claim you wish to remain friends.

You told me you kissed him, I do not know why.
You say you still want to get back together eventually.
You say you still love me, just not like that.
You might date him.
You might love him.
You still need me though.

Congratulations you have succeeded in breaking another human being.

Side effects may include but are not limited to:
Being hated by someone’s family and friends.
The death of the broken.
An attempt at poetry.

—  How to break a human being in 5 easy steps. (What I learned from rereading all our messages)
The parallels between Howl's Moving Castle and Once Upon a Time

Okay so I’m a sucker for parallels, so what could be better than finding them in my two favourite things, right? This has been inside my head forever, so I thought - why not share it with you guys? Probably people who have seen/read HMC and OUAT are hard to find, but I’m gonna do this ANYWAY. (This is almost all Rumbelle on OUAT’s part, by the way.)

Let’s start from the most obvious one, and what made me think about this in the first place.


  • OUAT has a thing for hearts and ripping them out - without actually killing the person. In HMC, both Howl and the Witch of the Waste have ripped their hearts out, but neither died
  • In both works, heart is a symbol. It can be used as a weapon, and if a person lacks a heart, they can’t feel things fully (Graham/Howl)


  • Is a famous and feared wizard who lives in a castle
  • Is believed to be heartless (Howl literally)
  • Is believed to be more evil than he actually is (Howl way more, though)
  • Has a curse on him; a curse that makes him more powerful but also less human (Rumple is the Dark One, Howl has given his heart to a fire demon)
  • Took the curse for another (Howl wanted to save Calcifer, Rumple wanted to save his son, Baelfire)
  • Can be controlled by a certain “object" (Rumple has the dagger, Howl has Calcifer)
  • Is kind of an anti-hero
  • Is a womanizer


  • Brings out the good in the "evil” wizard 
  • Moves in to Wizard’s castle - as a cleaning lady!
  • Cares (maybe a little too much) about other people
  • Saves the wizard with her love (Sophie literally gives Howl his heart back, Belle kisses Rumple and the curse lifts - well, at least for a few seconds)

Also, there’s Rumple/Sophie parallel; both are made ugly by a curse, and both’s loved one tries to erase it. Sophie and Rumple are also the main characters, and they both have magical powers.


  • Is the wizard’s “arch enemy”
  • Is also his former lover
  • Has ripped her own heart out in order to be more powerful
  • Wants revenge on the wizard


  • Is in another dimension, in our world, even! (Baelfire/Megan+her children)
  • And that is his only family
  • Is mad at him because of the choises he made (Howl didn’t “become anything proper”, Rumple left Bae because of his lust for power)
  • Still loves him and he loves them - deep down


  • Are considered a fairytale
  • Are a variation of the old “Beauty and the Beast” -story
  • Have fairytale elements; curses, wizards, witches, castles, magic, happily-ever-afters…
  • Have other dimensions
  • Have deals
  • Fight the traditional fairytale rules; HMC makes some type of parody from them, OUAT throws a mix to the black-and-white villain/hero thing

Obviously there are many differences, and the biggest one is maybe that HMC is, after all, a children’s book and has a happy ending and lots of humour - OUAT/Rumbelle on the other hand… We have no clue how is it gonna end, but there’s A LOT of angst in Rumbelle-story. We shall see…

Overall there are many, MANY similarities and I may have missed some of them. Anyway, I have this headcanon that OUAT writers actually borrowed some stuff from Diana Wynne Jones (the author of HMC). Or at least were inspired by her work. There’s just too many parallels for it to be coincidence I’m sure of it.

Originally posted by confessionsdunjeuneparisien

Just kidding, lol.


Retrospect of NaruHina: Episode 175 Dig Here! Woof! Woof! Search for Buried Treasure:

Kiba and Naruto are having a “I’m better than you” egotistical feud in this episode. The two disagree on which paths to take. For the mission they decide to race to see which separate ways is the fastest. Of course since Kiba knows the mountains better he always wins. 

The first thing is this. Hinata trusts Naruto so much in this episode. She follows him no matter what. Even though he keeps fucking up and leading them to failure and danger she stills follow him. I guess this is preview to Neji’s “you have more than one life in your hands.” No matter how stupid how ridiculous Naruto’s way is Hinata is always chasing after him. 

“Naruto don’t you think we’re climbing up too high?” - Hinata

“Nay I know what I’m doing.” - Naruto

Logically it would make sense for Hinata to go with Kiba because he has proven to never be wrong. He knows his way through the mountains and how to be safe. Naruto does not yet she still goes with him even though they always arrive last, tired and bruised up. She believes in him. She doesn’t give up on him.

During another one Naruto’s no so hot decisions they go into a cave which he think is where the treasure is at. Kiba follows behind because he knows they are going the wrong way. During their time in there the cave’s ceiling collapses on Naruto, Kiba and Hinata which was set up by “spies” but they don’t know that at this point. Hinata hurts her leg.

Naruto is so worried.

“Are you okay?” - Naruto

“After all of that it seems like I’m the one dragging us down.” -Hinata

Naruto says, “Huh? No way you didn’t do anything! In fact I should have been more cautious!”

Okay Naruto response quickly and immediately put aside his ego (which the whole episode he was boasting it to Kiba) and takes the blame for everything that happens. He does that for Hinata. He doesn’t want Hinata to feel bad about herself. Naruto puts her feelings before his own. And that’s just… yeah he cared for her without even being conscious of his own feelings.

anonymous asked:

Can I wear leggings to a job interview? I'll obviously wear a nice top with them, but I find regular dress pants unflattering and uncomfortable.

I would advise against it simply because there’s a good chance that the interviewer may a) see it as too casual or b) have a strong “leggings are not pants” mentality (common in older generations). Additionally, some companies have policies against leggings as pants and you could be breaking a dress code before you even get hired.

However, you have options. The first is a skirt or a dress (with leggings underneath, if you want!). The second is that there’s a wide array of dress pants available now and I have two pair that are more or less fancy skinny jeans that feel every bit like leggings. And they actually look way better than what one traditionally thinks of as “work pants.” Check the juniors section in your department store of choice and look for skinny fit pants. These might be what you need.

“And by morning, gone was any trace of you…”

These are my favorite lyrics that I have been loving since the very first time I’ve heard it. When you lost yourself and found it again, but different. Its like you’ve found another person in you, in a good and better way. Taylor said you are smarter, stronger and wiser than ever you have been before, which is true because you stop thinking about how damaged you are ‘cause you’re not and you start realizing every amazing thing that you are right now in a positive way, that’s smart.  You’re still standing on your own two feet having no one to hold on to, that’s strong. And you don’t lose yourself to the same person over and over again or just because you’ve found someone new, that’s wise. This is one of the best song I’ve ever fell in love with and always will be in love with. So thank you @taylorswift for writing Clean. Because you taught us how to fight to find happiness again.

To Taylor, Love The Girl Who Loves Clean.