we are all so happy because we are reds


Wanna be part of the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration ???

This community has been so kind and giving, I want to give something back. So I offer you all the high-res file to print this sticker at home! Dress in red and spread the good word of science!

Print this sticker and put it wherever the hell you please, because we Red Robes do what we want.


I’d be happy to see pics of wherever you put the stickers!!!

LotF Mean Girls AU
  • “Get in, loser. We’re going hunting.” -jack, upon seeing ralph staring at some other guy during soccer practice, promptly getting jealous, and trying to turn ralph’s attention on him.
  • “Raise your hands if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by jack merridew.” (everybody including the entire choir stands up.)
  • “That’s why his hair is so red. It’s full of anger.”
  • “On wednesdays we wear war paint”
  • “I don’t hate you because you’re fat, you’re fat because I hate you” -jack to piggy
  • “I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school. I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy.” -simon probably
  • “Bill once caught making out with a hot dog.” “Oh my God, that was one time!”
  • “Samneric both hooked up with Coach Carr?!”
Everyone is -A..

Imagine when A.D. is reveled, He/She Turns to the Liars and says.. “Yes, I am A.D. The puppet master. But you guys (The liars), you are ALL -A..” And then it shows flashbacks of all the liars at different times in black hoodies. All hurting each other, to protect each other, to protect themselves. All the different A endings with all different faces, including the Liars..  I think this is why we are seeing Aria turn to the dArk side now, I think they may be showing us A.D’s Game.. A.D is a puppet master pulling the strings after all, A.D loves to play with dolls. So A.D just turned Rosewood into his/her doll house. And everyone is involved.. Think about how many people we have seen in a black hoodie? Mona,Toby, Spencer, CeCe, Aria… All -A because A.D told them to be! And everyone we seen as Red Coat? Hanna, Ali, CeCe and even good old Shower Harvey…  This could be the reason why IMK is so confident in saying that most people will be happy. Because no matter who our suspensions land on each and everyone of us are right. Aria is -A theorists can be like, “well she was -A for awhile” So was Melissa, Paige, Veronica and maybe even Pam & Emily.. Also could be the reason why EVERYONE IS SOOO SKETCHY in Roeswood.. They are All involved and they dont even Know that their friends/family/neighbours are too.. So thats my thoughts.  Everyone is -A 

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- We’ve been friends since we were twelve and we used to go to see a lot of shows together. Then, we all went to school in different places, I was djing at night to make a bit of money. When you get back from a DJ set, you’re kind of buzzing and you can’t sleep because you’ve had a red bull and the bass. So, I bought a little synth, started messing around, and made some songs. I showed them to my friends when we were all back for christmas, and they said, “you’ve got to put this on the internet” and I said, “if I do that, you’re gonna be in a band with me”. That was it. 

Happy birthday Pineapple King a.k.a. Dave Algernon Bayley! 

satanslilcherry  asked:

Hi! Today I'm feeling really bad about my body and stuff. Could you please write some hc about rfa+minor trio reacting to MC how's feeling like shit bc her father keeps bodyshaming her? Pretty please

Hey, I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling bad about your body. I hope these headcannons will make you feel a little better. I tried to keep this gender neutral and vary in body Imagine issues, because it’s not always about how big you are, I know some people are subconscious about how skinny they are, or if they don’t have an muscles. Also sorry these took so long, but I wanted to make each one as accurate as I could. 

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American Football (Tom Holland)

Summary: Reader makes Tom and Harrison watch the Superbowl with her and they struggle to understand how the game works.

Word Count: 1487 

Warning(s): Swearing

“Remind me again why are doing this?” Tom groaned as I dragged him to the TV.

“Tom it’s the Superbowl, everyone watches it.” I said turning on the TV to project the game.

“Harrison!” He yelled. “Come in here. Y/N is making me watch the superbowl and you need to suffer through it with me!” Harrison groaned from the other room.

“You will enjoy it.” I frowned at my boyfriend.

“Why are we even watching it?” He asked. “Your team didn’t even make it.” I rolled my eyes.

“We still watch it!” I grinned. “Lady Gaga is performing and we have to judge the commercials! Plus it’s the Superbowl!” Tom groaned sitting next to me on the couch.

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Date Night


“Do you want the window seat?” Harry offered as we shuffled down the train towards our spot.

“Holy shit.” I chortled. “You can so tell you’re an only child.”

What?” He screeched, slinging his bag into the overhead compartment.

“It’s an unwritten rule, Curls. You gotta take it in turns. If one gets the window seat there, the other gets the window seat the next time. Rule applies on trains and planes. Often also applies for the front seat of the car. Everyone knows this.”

“I didn’t know this.”

“Because you’re an only child.”

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A theory about chapter 130

So, I’ve just managed to read chapter 130 of Kuroshitsuji. We had already gathered that the twins theory was canon, so let’s go further. What we discovered in this chapter is that Tanaka knew that our!Ciel wasn’t real!Ciel. So the first question that came to my mind was: why didn’t he say anything?

For a second, after reading the very last page, where our!Ciel thinks of himself as his twin’s “spare”, I thought what if he literally is his brother’s spare? What if he had been kept hidden from the world and he doesn’t even own a name? Which obviously is impossibile, because we know for sure, thanks to previous chapters, that our!Ciel was often with real!Ciel around other people. He was at the ball where Vincent introduced them to the Baron, for example, or in the Vincent/Diedrich greenhouse scene, etc. etc. And that’s when it came to me that it makes ZERO sense that NOBODY realized that our!Ciel wasn’t real!Ciel, nobody brought it up, nobody suspected. But Madame Red knew he had had asthma before and we know that real!Ciel didn’t have it. So she knew? But she said nothing. What about Lizzie? If she knew both boys, how did she not suspect? Especially because, from her own words, we know that real!Ciel used to treat her very differently. real!Ciel was extremely fond of her, happy to marry her and show her every attention. Sure, being kidnapped and seeing your whole family being murdered changes people, but not even a tiny little suspicion? What about her mother? All those people who knew that there were TWINS. Nobody ever thought to mention this other kid who died. It’s not normal. It doesn’t feel like it was a choice to not talk about the kid who died. People still talked about Vincent and Rachel and they were killed too. Why never mention the poor little twin that was murdered? 

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Mood Changes

Jack knew that people got a little down in their mood when the weather wasn’t the greatest, but he never really noticed a drastic enough change in anyone to worry. And then he began to notice that change within Joe.

The older man always became more subdued in the winter, and then was happier and more carefree in the summer. Yet if there was a period of bad weather during the summer months, Joe’s mood would drop once more.

It took about a year of their friendship for Jack to notice this change, but once he did, he was surprised he hadn’t noticed it sooner, because the way Joe acted during the different seasons varied quite a lot.

As the second winter of them knowing each other finally came to an end, and Jack painstakingly watched Joe battle with the heavy mood that had been hanging around over the past months, the younger man looked forward to a happier and more relaxed Joe.

Only a week into the warm weather, and that side of Joe appeared, but seeing such a sudden change got Jack wondering, and so he did a little research.

Which is how he stumbled across the information on Seasonal Affective Disorder, and he found himself understanding all the little switches in Joe’s moods. It didn’t take him long before he was fully absorbed in discovering anything and everything he could about the disorder, including what he could do to help the older man that had quickly become very important to him.

“Did you wanna do anything today?” Jack asked, dragging his gaze away from the window, where it was another dreary London day despite it coming to the end of May, to look over at Joe.

“Not really,” The other man shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around him.

Jack frowned as he took in the deep bags under Joe’s eyes, and how his blue eyes didn’t shine as brightly as usual. They had been having lovely summery weather for the better part of two weeks, and Jack had grown accustomed to the perky and cheery Joe that had made a reappearance, but now that side was gone, replaced by the subdued and almost depressive Joe.

“Then,” Jack shifted in his seat, facing Joe fully, “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Have you noticed that your mood changes with the weather?”

Joe blinked over at Jack twice before shuffling on the couch to face him as well, “Uhm, I guess?”

“Because I have. Noticed your mood changes.” The younger man explained quickly, blushing lightly, “That sounds odd, doesn’t it?”

“Considering how much time we spend together?” Joe smiled over at him, “Not really.”

“Okay,” Jack laughed lightly before refocusing on what he was saying, “Well anyways, I was doing some research, and I think you have Seasonal Affective Disorder. And I may have also done some research on stuff that could help with it.”

“You….you researched my mood?”

“I just want to help,” Jack mumbled, “I don’t like seeing you so down.”



“No,” Joe shook his head, “And, uhm, I actually already know. That I have it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” Joe shrugged, avoiding Jack’s surprised stare, “I got diagnosed a month or so ago. Like you, I noticed how drastic my mood changed, and so I finally went and talked to a doctor about it.”

“Have you done anything? Talked to anyone? There’s people who can help, Joe. And we can find different actives to help.”

“What? No! Jack, it’s fine. It’s not that big of a deal, and anyways…I don’t know, I don’t want to complain about such a first world problem. Just leave it.”

“First world problem?” Jack repeated, “Joe, this isn’t just a first world problem. This is considered a serious mental illness, and can really affect your life and work.”

“Now you just make me sound mental as in crazy.” Joe tried to joke, but he quickly dropped it under the hard stare from the younger man, “Sorry.”

“Do you really think you shouldn’t complain or worry about it?” Jack asked softly.

“Well, yeah. Why should I worry? So what, I get a little down in the winter.”

“Joe,” Jack sighed, reaching out to place a hand on the blanket covered knee, “This is a form of depression. It kills me seeing you withdraw so much in the winter months, or even on days like this when you were so happy and carefree just a couple days ago.”

“You shouldn’t worry,” Joe mumbled, his own cheeks tinged red at the attention.

“Too late, already do.”

“Oh, wonderful.”

“I’m not saying you should complain all the time,” Jack assured him, “But I do think seeking help would be smart. I have some places written down. And like I mentioned, I have some activities we can do during the more gloomy days, we can figure out which ones work for winter.”

“You didn’t have to do this, Jack.”

“I want to.” He gave Joe’s knee a squeeze, smiling over at the older man, “Because I care about you. And I want to see you happy.”



“Tell me some of these activities,” Joe drawled, his lips lifting in a smile.

“Well, to start…”


I stayed in this converted storage container this weekend and it was awesome! Oh also ran a bit. (10k Saturday and 50k pacing duties Sunday.)

The food picture was taken after the 10k. Yes, run a 10k, eat for an ultra.

Okay so weekend breakdown.

Saturday 7am 10 ran with Robin. Then I volunteered at the expo’s pacing booth for a few hours. Then I went home and hung out with Andie/pack. Checked in at 3 and relaxed. I ate a the Spiral Diner, a vegan restaurant with the best “ice cream.” I ordered a cheeseburger, chips and queso and a brownie sundae. No regrets. Also bought some cookie dough.

Okay race morning was hectic. I forgot my watch and didn’t realize until I got to the race site. Which would be okay. If I wasn’t pacing. Went back and got it. But I missed the photos. Oops. Then I realized I forgot my pace band. And my bananas. I’m kind of shocked I remembered a sports bra.

Okay the race was fine. I had to potty three times, which was tough because then I had to catch up. But one of my people from last year was in my group again. And he met his goal this year. (Yay!)

After the race, food and shower. Then Sara recommended a foot massage place. So we went there for a $35 foot massage. The lighting was red. Happy ending options tbd.

Then we went to an escape room puzzle game. And I sort of saved the world. Run 31 miles. Save the world. No big deal. All in an average Sunday.

Also sat on the rooftop and watched the stars. Ate some more food. And slept in. It was nice to go to bed without setting an alarm. Even though I woke up by 8am. Oops.

My Running friends are the best. Those there this weekend and those who weren’t. All of them.

On Knock Knock

So, now I’m pretty sure it’s the Master who’s in the vault after the happy piano music just because of “children gets eaten”. There has been some clues like the return of john Sim or even Michell Gomez coming back. Plus last week we heard the occupant of the vault knocking four times.

There are so many clues leading to this conclusion and I’m just thinking : Moffat! We know Moffat likes to throw red herrings and dissimulate actual clues and those clues seems too obvious, too NOT Moffat. That’s not his style.

If it is really the Master in the vault I’ll be super happy but on the other side I’ll be kind of disappointed because this would have been really obvious and not at all surprising. And Moffat doesn’t do in obvious, certainly not for his last series.

So, there might be something behind this vault that nobody thought about, an old foe maybe, I don’t know.

Or Moffat is maybe just playing with us making us think that’s it’s too obvious to be the Master so we don’t think it’s him but it’s actually him. Meh… That would be his style, messing with our minds…

I’m lost on who could be behind this vault…I really am.

stabbymattress  asked:

I've been watching voltron with my dad and sister and have been able to enjoy it with little to no inner knowledge or care of fandom discourse and I love it. pidge is my favorite, my sister loves shiro, and dad likes lance. We're slowly assembling all the lions so we can form voltron and so far we have blue, green, and yellow, with red coming up next! I'm glad that hunk is getting some more development because he's a friend.

this is the softest, purest ask I’ve ever received. I’m so happy you’re enjoying the show with your family!! and the fact you’re assembling the lions together is so cute😭😭😭😭bless your heart please don’t let any of this stuff get to you and just continue to love the show for what it is and what it means to you and your family♥️

Vanilla Lips and Cigarette Tips:1

Veronica steps back from the bench and flattens her dress, takes a deep breath and blurts out; “Betty’s moved back in town, she’s here!”

It was like a foreshadowing that I should have paid more attention to. River Vixen’s Man, Archie being weird at coffee date. The universe was trying to tell me something but I didn’t listen. If I had listened then maybe I wouldn’t be standing here right now with my mouth open so wide, it was about to catch flies. Abel was tugging at my shirt, trying to get my attention but I couldn’t pry my eyes away from his parents. The way Archie’s face contorted or the way Veronica just stood there with her hands on her hips just waiting for me to respond.

It was like the heart I once owned before it was torn out, was shoved back into its empty cavity but it just doesn’t fit properly any more.

Betty Cooper was in town. Here, in Riverdale where I live.

Betty Cooper was back in town for good.

“Well ain’t that a kick in the metaphorical guts,” I say forcing a laugh.

Archie tries to laugh too and I give my friend a nod in respect. He was trying to make this as simple as possible but naturally, in the life of Jughead Jones, things weren’t so simple. “Yeah.”

Veronica rolls her eyes and shrugs. “She’s back to live.”

My life was permanently put on hold. Betty was back in town and she mentions it as if things were as they were five years ago, would it be a rewinding of time where we would go strolling through the woods? Go and watch Archie play music as if we were some sort of cult following and then go and sit in her sickeningly pink room and talk about our dreams and aspirations? Where we thought, we were young gods trying to decipher the way of the world? Veronica had a gift in pretending we were still the same young gods we were all those years ago.

Veronica’s candy apple red lips moved almost as if in slow motion. I could barely make out the words she was saying. I could hear her describing Betty’s shotgun trip home and how Mama Cooper was so happy and now Betty’s a teacher at the High School and Archie was so pleased because he got to see her everyday just like every other mundane day in his life from birth until the reckoning that was Betty’s leaving.

It was like watching an art form unravel in front of my very eyes. Veronica’s arms flew through the air and her grin explained so much to me. She was happy to have her friend home. She believed Betty would just slot right in next to us during coffee date and would be a standard guest at Veronica’s candle light suppers. Archie seems to believe it too because his eyes are stuck to his wife, nodding at the right times, make sounds to show he is listening.

Jughead on the other hand? Well, I can barely process anything past Betty’s name.

“That’s great,” I say clapping my hands together. “I’m so happy for her.”

Ronnie just bites her lip and slides a plate across the table in the same fashion she did this morning when she fed me. “Hungry?”

“I’m not hungry,” I mumble as I shove back from the bench and jump off the stool. I snatch my cigarettes off the bench too and start to head out of the kitchen but I have second thoughts.

I turn around and see Veronica has placed a glass next to the plate, I walk back. “Sorry,” I say quietly. “I’m actually starving now.”

I will go and eat these in the darkness of my room.

Hey guys, you can read the full chapter here at Fanfic called Vanilla Lips and Cigarette tips. I would love some reviews. Some good Bughead lovin’.

i wanted to take a sec to thank this human just because i don’t do it enough. you’ve saved me so many times in so many ways. thank you for always telling me what i need to hear rather than what i want to hear. thank you for all the wild ass nights and memories we’ve made. thank you for growing with me as a person and experiencing life with me the way we have the past few months. thank you for always being by my side and spending days on end with me and never getting tired of me (even if our boys think we’re obsessed with each other) thank you for riding around aimlessly listening to the same songs over and over and chain smoking with me. thank you for all our drunken heart to hearts and cuddles. thank you for always being down to chug beer and pull gravs day after day just cause we can. thank you for never ever judging me even when you probably should, and for understanding me 110% when no one else does. thank you for the 5 years of friendship you’ve given me. no matter what we’ve faced over the years we always come back stronger. our friendship’s never been so strong and i am so thankful you’re still here because my life wouldn’t be the same with out you. i love ya spooky, thank you for being my fuckin person. here’s to many more years of endless colt 45’s, cigs, trash music, wild nights and our disgusting laughter. you the fuckin realest.

Still on Hiatus

Thank you for being very patient and understanding (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ) 

EXCLUSIVE: Maksim Chmerkovskiy & Peta Murgatroyd Gush Over Their 'Happy' First Date Night Since Son's Birth
The 'Dancing With the Stars' pros looked divine on the red carpet at the Race to Erase MS gala, but told ET they almost didn't make it!

Maksim Chmerkovskiy and Peta Murgatroyd are enjoying their break from Dancing With the Stars.

The engaged couple, who were eliminated back-to-back during weeks six and seven of the dance competition show, stepped out to the 24th Annual Race to Erase MS Gala at The Beverly Hilton in Los Angeles on Friday, marking their first official date night since welcoming their first child, son Shai, in January.

“We’ve been in baby land. I was so looking forward to tonight,” Murgatroyd, 30, told ET’s Lauren Zima on the red carpet. “I’ve been preparing hair and makeup and dresses for, like, I don’t know, a couple of weeks getting ready, and then the worst thing happened!”

“My dress broke,” she explained. “My whole zipper, as Maks was doing me up, just went [ripping sound]. So, he actually sewed me into this tonight!”

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An Unexpected Christmas Miracle

Originally posted by lauraharrier

Written by Danielle 

Category: Christmas fluff 

Word Count: 1562

A/N: OMG GUYS ONLY ONE WEEK UNTIL CHRISTMAS?!?! Happy Holidays to everyone! If you don’t celebrate, I hope you enjoy your holiday! :) I also just want to say a HUGE THANK YOU for over 400 followers?!?!?! It’s been two months now since Christina and I started this blog and I’m just so happy you guys like what we write and post enough to follow us 😭❤️ Thank you!! If you have any requests let us know!! 😊 

New York City is extremely famous for Christmas because of all of the lights, huge Christmas trees, bright lights, ice skating, and cozy snowy weather. The streets are always busy, but during this time of year, everyone has more of a festive cheer in their step. You’ve always loved the holidays and are grateful to spend them in New York City, but this year was different. Due to the crazy snowstorm, your family wouldn’t be able to come this year and that’s what makes Christmas complete in your eyes- spending it with the ones you love. But this year it would just be you and your mom, like any other day. It was a week until Christmas and you still didn’t have a tree yet due to mom’s busy schedule with work. Things started to get overwhelming. It was your favorite time of year and everything was just going wrong. You decided to put your favorite Christmas film on to try and cheer you up. As you got to your favorite part of the movie everything went black. The power went out from the bad weather and you didn’t know when it would be back on. Sadness engulfed you and you ran to your room to get tucked up in bed. Your emotions were already overwhelming you and this had just been the last straw. Picking up your phone, you called the one person you knew who could cheer you up; Peter. He answers after the first ring.

“Hey (Y/N)! Did you lose your power over there too? I was just in the middle of using a microwave and an old VHS player to build- Wait (Y/N)? Are you okay?” You can’t help but smirk a little from already hearing how enthusiastic Peter is, but that doesn’t stop him from hearing your sad sniffles. 

“No..” you let out in a shaky breath. 

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fic: We, Us, Dan and Phil.
title: we, us, dan and phil.

genre: reality | warnings: swearing

word count: 1200

description: a late night reflection on the seven year mark since their first meeting leaves lots of feelings scattered on the floor and gives a small glimpse into their future. And a couple of glasses of red wine.

He doesn’t know what they are or if they’ll ever know what ‘they’ means and he’s not scared about it, either. They’re them, ‘we’, ‘Phil and I’, ‘us.’ Who says they need to define anything? 

a/n: happy october 19th. 

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LITERALLY THOUGH there are not many things on this earth that make me happier than imagining Zayn Malik’s skinny lil nerd ass in JOGGING SHORTS, doing his straight-armed penguin-run up the sidewalk, taking like three strides for every one of Liam’s.  And Liam’s just chatting casually away, like not even really breaking a sweat, pointing out all the nice dogs they’re passing, CRUELLY OBLIVIOUS to Zayn’s pain, even though Zayn is red-faced and CLEARLY MISERABLE, but trying to contain his DEATH GLARES because it’s his fault for agreeing to this in the first place???

It’s SO much worse than Zayn expected though, he hasn’t jogged for years and now he remembers EXACTLY WHY and every five seconds he’s almost like “SCREW THIS LEEYUM, I’M TURNING AROUND”, but he keeps stopping himself because Liam’s just SOOOOO HAPPY that Zayn’s here with him??  “Isn’t this fun?? Breaking a nice sweat, aren’t we? I’m gonna make you a peanut butter smoothie when we get back!!  Isn’t this is THE GREATEST?? :)))” And Zayn’s like *STRUGGLE SMILE* “Yep… SO great…” Thinking longingly of the smoothie and praying that he will live to drink it, baffled that he married someone who takes actual joy in strenuous physical activity, something he has managed to avoid for most of his life, and Liam’s like “Just one more mile!  Then we can turn around! :))))” and Zayn just STOPS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD PROBABLY

Taking a break from studying for finals to talk about something else that I hate: Christmas Time.

So, I wanna preface this by saying that I personally do celebrate christmas since my dad’s side of the family is christian and my dad wants to keep a few of his childhood traditions alive, which is reasonable. But I dont get super into it, we dont have extended family, we dont decorate our house aside from a small tree, I obviously dont go to church, and I do the stereotypical american jewish christmas of chinese food and movies. But even I get the piss taken out of me when I talk about *gasp* eating chinese takeout on christmas rather than, idk ham or some shit.

So, there are some very real things to be upset about as a minority religion in America during christmas time. Its fucking alienating as hell.  For a growing part of the year (id say about 2 months rn) christian goyim just seem to forget that not everyone celebrates their holidays.  “You can’t just not celebrate christmas! Its not a christian holiday its an american holiday!” Yeah buddy Im not gonna get super fuckin excited about the birth of a religious figure of christianity.  I dont care that its about “family.” I have OTHER holidays to be close with my family. You know, JEWISH HOLIDAYS.  Then when I dont get into it and just politely refuse to take part in my school’s christmas time bullshit, not even saying it shouldn’t happen, just saying I dont want to take part, suddenly Im a heartless monster. 

Oh yeah and is it just me or is Scrooge from A Christmas Carol antisemitic as hell? Oh yeah money grubbing old man usually depicted with a big hooked nose hates christmas and children because the only reason anyone would not enjoy christian holidays is if theyre a heartless greedy jew- I mean monster.

then theres the white christians whining every fucking year about the war on christmas and how christians are just sooooooooo persecuted in America and someone said happy holidays to them at work while holding a plain red starbucks cup and it made them weep all over their cross necklaces.  This year its especially painful because we just elected a man president who could actually do tangible real harm to jews and especially muslims so, white christians, your fucking crocodile tears about how the j00z just hate family values so much arent fucking working on me. Y'all act like we have a persecution complex then turn around and pull this shit. Its not cute.

Then ofc the goyische nonsense rumor that hanukah is somehow the most important jewish holiday started because “it happens in the winter it must be like out winter holiday!”

And, of course, Im going here, the rise in antisemitic hate crimes that happens consistently every christmas. Its worse on easter but it really is bad on christmas too.

Anyway, hating christmas does not fucking make you a bad person. 

this felt really good to rant about ngl Ive been thinking all this for weeks