wasnt quite sure but

  • Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Julia, Alice
  • Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Margo, Kady, Penny
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: Quentin
  • Looks like they could kill you and can actually kill you: Marina
  • Sinnamon roll: Eliot

unamedwatcher  asked:

How on earth did you guys survive summers without air conditioning? Mine went out two days ago and I'm about five minutes away from giving myself an ice cube enema just to make it through the heat.

it wasnt fun, thats for sure. though i’ll admit i never quite got to the point where that sounded like a good idea. 

mostly we acclimated–humans do this neat thing where our bodies can adapt to hot environments, but nowadays people just jump from air conditioned environment to air conditioned environment and dont build up that tolerance by staying in the heat. but back then, we just got used to it. that only goes so far though. 

the summer of 1936 was a nasty one. i mean, horribly, terribly, melt your bones hot. nobody wanted to do anything, it was just so hot. the whole city just wanted to find a shady spot and lie still until the heatwave passed.  people who had fire escapes off their apartments would sleep on them at night, so they wouldn’t have to be indoors, where it was even hotter and there was no moving air. neighborhoods broke open fire hydrants and cooled off that way–i once saw a man in a three piece business suit walk right into the spray from a hydrant, looking blissful as anything. some people carried umbrellas or parasols. people found bodies of water and got in them–rivers, ponds, public fountains, which was neither safe nor sanitary. places that sold cold drinks were packed, and vendors selling shaved ice on the streets sold out. 

but the best thing was the pools. that summer, the WPA opened 11 enormous new public outdoor swimming pools across the city. back then, they were the peak of technology. four of them were in brooklyn, and stevie and i tried out all of them. it was the social site of the season, so i was in fine form. 

it was great–stevie could swim pretty well, despite not having much muscle mass, and the chemicals didnt bother his asthma too much. whenever the two of us werent working, we were at one of those pools. really, it seemed like most of the city was in the water trying to cool off. 

one thing we didn’t have? sunscreen. that wasn’t really around until the war. im a bit darker than steve, and even i was lobster red after the first few days. i made it work–red is my color.

stevie, though. steve was so red he could stop traffic.


Thought I could leave you
‘Cause I felt my heart numbing
It hit so deep I closed my eyes and I just took off running
I turned around and saw the look on your face
So I stay

But I don’t need you
And you should know that baby
It’d take a miracle for you to really try and change me
Then I felt sorry for the look on your face
So I stay

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where...Tryst is hung up on the fact that Zevowk said he would be bad in bed and is whining. The crew has to deal with him, and of course (or maybe?) unsuccessfully try to talk some sense into him/get him to Shut Up

Tryst hasn’t moved from the booth since he plopped down next to Bacta with a cup of caf and a sour expression over an hour ago, and hasn’t shut up since then either, alternating between muttering under his breath and loudly accusing the room at large.

“I don’t know where he gets off saying that stuff about me, he doesn’t know me, I’m Tryst Valentine, does he know who he was talking to?”

It’s been an unending ramble since he sat down and normally Bacta wouldn’t care, but he’s trapped Bacta in the corner between him and the wall and he can’t escape without physically climbing over Tryst or the table.

He managed to successfully tune him out long enough to make significant headway into the book he definitely didn’t steal from Leenik’s room, but it’s been at least ten minutes since he finished and he’s starting to seriously weigh the costs to his dignity against the benefits of not having to listen to anymore whining.

“Stupid blue dumb stupid idiot blue not even handsome–”

Bacta slams his book down on the table. “Tryst.”

Tryst blinks and stares at him, surprised, as if he’d forgotten Bacta was even there. “What?”

“Tryst, if you say another word about Zevowc, I’m going to throw you out the airlock.”

Tryst sneers, waving a hand dismissively. “Psh. Everyone knows you need at least one other vote to airlock me, and good luck getting that.”

“That’s Lyn’s mug.”

Tryst looks down at his untouched (now cold) caf, which true enough is in Lyn’s favorite, closely-guarded mug. He hastily shoves it away from him and just as hastily changes the subject.

“Look, Bacta, you don’t understand. Just because nobody wants to have sex with a clone–”

“All right, that is not what this conversation is about,” Bacta says, glaring at him. “This is about you whining all kriffing day because one person said you weren’t attractive–”

“First off, that is not what he said, and second of all, have you seen me? How could anyone even imply that–I’ll have you know that every single time I’ve attempted sex blackmail I have been wildly successful. What does Zevowc know? How many times has he committed sex blackmail, huh? Probably none! Probably zero times!”

Bacta groans and drags his hands down his face. He’s ready to try desperate measures–and maybe it’s the late hour, or the past however-long he’s been sitting here listening to Tryst’s whining, but he’s starting to get an idea.

He slowly turns to face Tryst in the booth, who instantly stills and squints at him suspiciously.

“Bacta. What are you doing?”

“Tryst,” Bacta says slowly. “You think I’m a Black Widow, right?”

“I mean obviously, yes, but what does that have to do with anything?” Tryst asks, slowly leaning away from him.

Bacta puts one hand up on the back of the booth behind him, and Tryst jumps, his eyes going wide in alarm. “Bacta! What are you doing?!”

“Sex blackmail,” Bacta says, giving him a stare with all the deathly seriousness that comes from enduring Tryst Valentine talking for over an hour straight and being done with it. “If you don’t shut up about Zevowc, forever, I will kiss you right now and you will die.”

Tryst makes a sound that can best be described as a squawk and scrambles out of his seat, holding out his hands defensively. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, I would,” Bacta says with threatening gravitas. “I’ve been stuck here listening to you whine all night, and if I hear one more word of it it’s over for you.”

Tryst gives him a long, discerning look, and appears to find him serious, as he rapidly backpedals out of the kitchen, yelling as he goes, “Fine! Whatever! I’ll stop talking about it! Just keep your awful cursed lips away from me!”

As he disappears out of sight, Bacta sighs and turns back around to the table, jumping as Tryst pokes his head back into the kitchen one last time to exclaim, “And that is not what sex blackmail means!” before disappearing for good.

Bacta rolls his eyes and chuckles to himself as he picks up the book again and opens it to where he left off.

The things he does for peace and quiet.


Izaya-san is a nice person after all." 
– M i k a d o ( v o l . f i v e )


hello, i’m late. nice to meet you, dad... yuu-san seems to have had quite a day playing around with mika


randomfandomrpMafiaAU Where Geoff is the boss GAVIN the supervisor/duo with Michael. Michael hit man/debt collector Ray the assassin/hit man Ryan “the information guy”/torturer Jack the “deals handler”/ plans hits/ n stuff Or you can just play around with the idea with it! Have fun! I look forward to your lovely art no matter the outcome! Thank you so much!

ahh, im sure this isnt how you imagined but i wasnt quite sure how to draw them sorry uwu also, it doesnt really look that mafia u_u

Closed RP Starter

For @ask-positive-bendy-bab only!

Grief had just about finished a drawing for his new friend, Positive. He had not had a friend in such a long time, and he wanted to show Positive how grateful he was for accepting the friendship. Grief had many questions as he went around to look for Positive. He wasnt quite sure what friends necessarily did. How do friends usually make their bond grow stronger? Grief took another glance at the drawing of Positive and took a deep breath. He was ready to show his pal the photo.

Grief had found the smaller demon. Excitement filled in him anticipating Positive’s reaction to the photo. He quickly rushed over to Positive and tapped on his shoulder. Grief excitedly handed Positive the drawing. He wondered if Positive liked it!


Wakaba Higuchi || JGP Linz, Free Skating [x]

3Lz+ 3Lo (11.10+1.10GOE=12.20)

3Lz+3Tx (11.33+1.40GOE=12.73)

when i first joined tumblr, i had just turned thirteen. i made mistakes, like any normal kid would do. i posted in the mtf tag because i wasnt quite sure of how tumblr worked, so i thought you just tagged every tag you could think of.
the response to this was awful.
i was attacked.
i was told that i triggered people.
they called me awful names and baited me.
i did not know any better.
i was forced into idolising these terrible people.
the people that told me i was invading womens spaces, yet these people constantly post in the trans man tag and truscum tag.
i idolised these people for months.
i used their strange pronouns and i even wanted a personalised set of my own.
i was manipulated by these people.
every time i made a post, i would check over it nearly one hundred times to make sure that i wouldn’t offend anyone.
now, almost a year later, i’m in a community of people who accept me.
people who don’t call me “shrimpdick.”
i don’t have to walk on eggshells for these people.
they accept my mistakes and move on.
i know for a fact that if i were to try to apologise to certain people today, i would be attacked.

if you attack people who don’t know any better, yet you claim to be an activist, you are part of the problem.
if you manipulate children, you are part of the problem.
if you treat people like shit until they idolise you, you are part of the problem.

fuck everyone who made me feel so strongly about this. all i wanted was to be accepted and i was forced to be something i’m not.


  • you started following her for her Black Widow cosplays but now shes a major weaboo
  • she was actually always a major weeb and is only just starting to reveal it
  • you slowly started watching the shows shes reblogged and are now emotionally compromised
  • you are slowly turning into a major weeb
  • she will continue turning everyone until the whole world has learned her ways
  • congrats agentriza has completely her mission of taking over the world by posing first as an innocent(ish) hiddlestalker, then pretending to be agentrodgers before now fully revealing herself