undercover colors


Original Disney Shows starring People of Color

That’s So Raven (2003) // The Proud Family (2005) // Wizards of Waverly Place (2007) // Sonny With A Chance (2009) // ANT Farm (2011) // American Dragon: Jake Long (2005) // KC Undercover (2015) // Stuck In The Middle (2016)

canadianwheatpirates  asked:

ok but convoluted fic where samaritan are trying to assassinate a suburbanite and team machine are trying to stop them, both teams going undercover and [puts another dollar in the new fic idea jar]

i’m pretty sure after the first incident with reese undercover in suburbia TM knows better than to ever risk that again. zoe can’t babysit all of them at once. you’d need carter, fusco, and zoe assigned one each to reese, shaw, and root as chaperones and honestly i don’t think even that would be enough.

also the mental image of lambert dressed up like a stereotypical suburbanite with a sweater tied around his neck or some shit is nightmare fuel.

the neighbors complain that shaw hasn’t mowed her lawn and they wake up the next morning to find someone has put all their prize azaleas through a wood-chipper (it was shaw. root wanted to put the neighbors in the wood-chipper but TM said no).

root accidentally burns the neighborhood down a bit attempting to cook a fruit salad for the block party potluck.

reese still hasn’t figured out how to park a car without crashing it into someone else’s.

TM is so, so tired.

you should totally write this. add it to your list.


We can’t fucking believe there are still 10 designers who will only cast white people

They’re forward-thinking, incredibly talented designers; like Demna Gvasalia from Vetements and Balenciaga, who, in the five collections he’s designed and 206 models he’s employed in his runway shows, has only used one model of color. They’re avant-garde, established artists; like Rei Kawakubo, who hasn’t used a Black model on the runway in over 10 years.

Photos: Rex


This Nail Polish Detects Roofies

Sure, nail polish is all kinds of wonderful—but a nail polish that warns you if your drink is spiked with a date-rape drug? Now that’s batshit amazing.

An undergrad chemistry startup out of N.C. State University, Undercover Colors, is the group behind the new socially conscious project. The formula, once completed, will change colors when it comes into contact with the offensive drugs. So all you’d have to do is dip a manicured finger into your drink to protect yourself against a sexual predator.

According to the Washington Post, there were 3,900 allegations of sex offenses on college campuses in 2012—and that number itself rose 50 percent over a period of three years. While the problem is clearly far-reaching and complex, we’re a fan of anything that helps women protect themselves and brings awareness to the issue. When makeup and social activism come together, it’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? [Via Triangle Business Journal]

HEY, YOU BROWN-EYED PEOPLE. This post is for you.

If you ever feel like you dislike your eye color (or wish you had a different one), here’s some things to remember:

  1. YA’LL BITCHES WERE HERE FIRST. All humans originally had brown eyes. Genetic mutation brought along the other colors
  3. If your eyes are light brown, they change to GOLD when the sun hits them. That’s really flippin’ cool if you ask me
  4. If your eyes are dark brown, they are rich, deep, and even mysterious. Not only that- People with eyes that are so dark brown, they sometimes appear black have one of the rarest eye colors!!
  5. Brown eyes have BLUE underneath the brown pigment. Dude. You have a secret undercover color. IN YOUR EYES.
  6. When someone ~loves~ you, they start noticing how beautiful/handsome brown eyes are :)
  7. Disney workers held a “Hot Man” meeting, where about 30 female employees were asked to imagine the most attractive male they could think of, and the women were /very specific/ about what they liked and what they didn’t like. Guess what this meeting was for? The character design of Flynn Rider. Guess what color his eyes are? That’s right, BROWN

It’s a shame that Nico Minoru doesn’t use her codename all that often whenever she appears in comics. It’s quite appropriate; Sister Grimm. Writer Brian K. Vaughn created Nico Minoru during his run on the book Runaways, which ended up being quite the hit for Marvel Comics. Nico, and most of her fellow Runaways, were the children of a Supervillian crime ring known as The Pride. Her parents were dark wizards who, like the other members of The Pride, kept secret their child’s legacy. After discovering her parents true alliances, she and the Runaways choose to become vigilantes to redeem their family names. Nico in particularly learns about her magical heritage, and comes into her ability as a leader. The Japanese-American Nico has since become a vigilante, fighting crime on her own, sparsely with the Avengers, but mostly with the Runways. She’ll also be appearing in the upcoming A-Force, apart of the larger Secret Wars event from Marvel Comics.

Required Reading: Runaways, Avengers Arena, Avengers Undercover

To Gray

What once was vibrant is now a collection of undercover colors. We learn to hide them well. Neon fades to pastel as we’re coerced back into our shells. Little kids are bubbles and bells, but we’ve shrunken ourselves into shallow wells with the dwindling remnants of our creativity leaking out the bottom.  

Rain is now the precursor to hoods shielding our faces instead of splashing in puddles and paper boat races. We know now how to tie our own shoelaces, but not how to find happy in the places we go the way we did as kids. We crave independence so much when we’re young that we don’t even realize we’re slowly sacrificing our individuality.

We danced and sang like our performances were worth watching. We were taught that when we talked, somebody would listen.

But now memories of puzzles and pedaling a bike are plummeting like petals on a dying pansy. Our audience is gone because we are not small, and our theatrics aren’t so entertaining after all. At first, we were confused, but now we can acknowledge that we’ve fallen to gray.

We used to play, spend the days in our dreams where the world wasn’t so faded and degraded and gray, because we were told the world could be paved by our imaginations and daydreams, but now we’re older, and we know they lied.

We thought we’d be better than we are but you can’t talk to a star and get very far from the conversation. Wishes are withering static, dreams boxed up in a dusty attic. We have been drained of our spirit by monotony fanatics who crave our skin and bone and despise our hearts.

They laughed at us with their friends when we told them we wanted to be powerful, presidents, princesses, when we grew up, as if they weren’t the ones who persuaded us that we could be important and then pulled it away. And because of them, we’ve fallen to gray.