we deserve to know why


as much as i enjoy rappers who usually get derided as “killing hip hop” it is a hot ass shame that male rappers can be lyrically mediocre and still shine while remy ma outclasses 90% of the hot topics™ in hip hop right now but doesn’t get half the praise she deserves and we know why 🔍

im thinkin about zombie aus and like. What if jeremy and michael were working together to survive the apocalypse and video games actually prepared them really well. theyre thriving until a horde comes and ambushes their shelter. They survived up until this point by being resourceful and smart but neither of them are especially athletic so like. they make it out but michael gets bitten. so he tells jeremy to shoot him even though the turning process takes a few days just so they dont have to go through it. and now jeremy is alone. and just for that extra bit of Angst™ it ends like The Mist where it turns out help was Right There and the cure is widespread the next day. and michael would have made it.

Stiles dropped the book onto the table and opened it. The spine of it cracked. Some of the pages fell out and fluttered to the floor.

“Oh come on,” Stiles whined, “I just bought this one.”

The baby made an inquisitive cooing sound and reached for the book.

“No, Jellybean,” he said patiently, as he gently pried her pudgy hands away from it.

A half laugh, half choked sort of noise from across the table made Stiles lift his head. Derek was staring at him, eyebrows raised in question.

“I don’t want to give her a name, we’ll get attached. So that’s my nickname for her.” Stiles said, slowly.

Derek’s eyebrows seemed to crawl higher (which Stiles hadn’t thought possible until just then), “Yes, but, Jellybean?”

“It’s cute.”

Derek just huffed out another laugh and turned his attention back to the laptop.

“Not hard to find stuff about the fae, at least.” Stiles mused, “Although a lot of the lore seems to agree they’re nothing like Tinkerbell.” He held up the book to show Derek an illustration of a rather vicious-looking pixie, and bared his teeth in a poor imitation of it.

This seemed to delight Jellybean, as she let out a high-pitched squeal and waved her hands towards him. Stiles turned his attention to her and tickled her belly, and she dissolved into giggles. When Stiles looked up, Derek looked a little dazed. Stiles grinned at him.


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Penguin Emoji Review by a Penguin Expert

Because “Penguins are the Pinnacle of Dinosaur Evolution” (Thomas Holtz) 

Just a head? Why just a head?! You literally took the generic bird emoji and colored it differently. Can’t even tell what kind of penguin it’s supposed to be. They were probably going for King but it’s too ambiguous for my tastes. And that beak is too short for a king! There are short peaked penguins out there that they could have overlayed on the generic bird emoji, this is like they weren’t even trying. 4/10 

The Little Penguin! A good boy, a fine boy, a happy boy! They picked a happy chub. 100/10 

Okay, I can definitely tell that that’s supposed to be a King, so an improvement on Apple. But it’s so… blocky? Penguins are smooth, man. Streamlined. For ocean movement. You dig? 5/10 

A smol friend! There aren’t a whole hecka lot of penguins that are grey as adults but this could be the White-Flippered Penguin, a close relative of the Little Blue. Props for picking a not very well known penguin! It doesn’t have an orange beak though. Gotta take off points for that. Could be a Yellow-Eye, but their feathers aren’t that grey, and their beaks are pink, not orange. 6/10

Generic Penguin. Could be anything. They are a mystery. How can we know they deserve our trust? Why is their top beak so much longer than the bottom? 2/10


Generic Penguin, but Friendlier. Can’t really see the sides of it’s head for proper IDing, but it has orange feet and an orange bill. Might be a Gentoo except it’s head is too white in the wrong place? 3/10

These are the mysteries. No orange patches to indicate it’s an Emperor or a King; orange feet but no white patch on the head to make it a Gentoo; no weird cranial ornamentation for the bulk of orange footed penguins. Who is she? What penguins have yellow beaks? 1/10


Another White-Flippered Penguin with… a chinstrap? Come on, guys. You’re not even really trying. I don’t. These don’t match any penguins. 1/10

I do enjoy the nose detail, I do, but once again you see you have ORANGE FEET and an orange beak and NO CRANIAL ORNAMENTATION so we don’t KNOW WHO YOU ARE. People just don’t know any penguins anymore. 3/10

Holy crap. Make that beak longer and it’s an actual Emperor. We finally got there, people. 10/10

  • what i say: i'm fine
  • what i mean: why in the absolute fUCK was kristoph's and klavier's backstories COMPLETELY IGNORED and FORGOTTEN they are such deep characters with such complex backgrounds and they have so much potential to be developed and elaborated on and just WHY??? kristoph's black psyche locks, klavier's emotions and feelings after his BEST FRIEND and BROTHER are ARRESTED for M U R D E R, KRISTOPH'S MOTIVES AND PERSONALITY!!! why were these not focused on at all???? there was so much to them both and we deserve to know AT LEAST WHY KRIS TRULY WANTED PHOENIX DISBARRED LIKE???? THE REASON BEHIND THAT IS SO FLIMSY AND FAKE LIKE I DOUBT KRISTOPH IS SO PETTY THAT HE WOULD DISBAR AN ATTORNEY OVER A CLIENT AND IN TURN KILL 2 PEOPLE AND POISON A LITTLE GIRL LIKE WHAT IS THAT ABOUT AND ALSO WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH KLAVIER'S HAIR

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @alexloehr !! ヾ(〃^∇^)ノ♪

NILSA MY ANGEL thank you so much for always being so kind to me, you are a wonderful friend and always manage to make me feel better whenever I have a bad day! I LOVE YOUUUUU !! (´▽`ʃƪ)♡

Voltron: Legendary Defenders Characters in a Nutshell

Request from my friend IRl

Shiro: Stressed out Space Dad.

Keith: Texan Furry

Lance: *Tongue clicking and bisexual finger guns*

Pidge: Badass child who could kill, but only wants to find her family.


Allura:  “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Coran Coran The Gorgeous Man: Space Uncle. 

Zarkon: Really angry cat lady who just wants his cat back.

Haggar: Angry cat lady’s husband who has to deal with him 24/7 (I lowkey like Haggar)



Varkon: Paul Blart Space Mall Cop

  • me: let me just be dramatic for a second
  • me: to be honest shawn mendes is to good like he is such and sweetheart he is so kind and don't get me started on how beautiful he is I've said it once and I will say it again his face is like heaven he is ethereal he reminds me of the vibrant golden glow of a sunset and we don't deserve him

I hate to say it but it’s like the writers have no idea what to do w Malec they’re either fighting, apologising, kissing. And I love watching them more than anything else on the show (oops?) I’m not expecting an whole episode dedicated to malec but we all deserve more than we’re getting. We don’t know why Magnus and Alec are so into each other, what happened on other dates. We’re learning slowly but we’re getting much more hetero stuff than we are w an male/male relationship. Idk it just bugs me. I read this small thread on twitter explaining the same things and it just made me think.

anonymous asked:

What if everything that's happened since Leo's coma is just his coma dream? Makes kinda sense? 1) Leo's the Hero™ and usually is the one to say the day, 2) space. Space nerd Leo would totally focus on space and have his space heros dreams come true, 3) weirdly focused on splinter dying all the time, 4) heterosexual relationships all around (rose colored glasses, doesn't see shini/Karai, capritello). Idk if I've fudged some details, I haven't watched the show since Donnie got disintegrated

on a level, “it was all a dream” would be so great at this point, if a bit disconcerting… since leo and raph’s treatment of their younger brothers has gone pretty far into the abuse territory. and leo has just been… all around kind of awful to his family/friends for a good three seasons since that coma of his.

on the one hand: none of that stuff happened and canon isn’t actually a shithole!

on the other hand: leo has some worrying power hierarchy fantasies for his family.

i actually can’t tell which would be worse any more.

i went into dragon age real strong and then i came out angry about mage rights and crying about feathery apostates

What is my life

People: Do you have any hobbies? What do you do in your free time?
Me: I photoshop Dan Howell’s face into eggs
People: ..what?
Me: …

How the fucking fuck is it possible to love someone this much.

Why Do You Hate Me?

It’s amazing how a perspective of a person can change depending on how they treat you.

When Jack first met Joe, he thought the older man was funny and kind, and someone who he could get along with quite well. Until suddenly Joe was cold and bitter towards him, displaying all the signs of someone who hates another person. Jack didn’t know what he had done to warrant such hate from a person he barely knew, but any kind feelings he had for the other man slowly changed and morphed into those of distaste, to the point where Joe Sugg’s name left a bitter taste in Jack’s mouth.

None of their mutual friends knew what happened, much like Jack they were left in the dark. The only person who knew was Joe, but he was telling no one. And so Jack shrugged it off, and simply put up with the older man when their group came together, usually just ignoring Joe and talking with someone else and doing his best to ignore the occasional glare sent in his direction.

If Joe was going to hate him for no reason, then so would Jack.

In the beginning, Jack did try to figure it out, the reason for Joe’s dislike of him, he really did. He had wracked his brain, going over every single interaction between him and Joe and every single word that had been exchanged. Jack had even asked the others, trying to get their opinion on the matter, but no one had an answer. As time went on, and Joe continued to express a dislike for Jack, the younger man just let it happen, let his own feelings change until they barely looked at each other when in the same room.

“Wonderful,” Jack mumbled to himself as he walked into Conor’s flat, his eyes falling on the familiar body sat on the couch.

“Maynard.” Joe greeted him coldly, his eyes on his phone, a frown on his face.

“Sugg.” Jack replied, glancing around the flat, “Where’s Conor?”

“Ran out.”


A heavy silence fell between them, and Jack was tempted to turn around and leave, because being anywhere but here would be better, except this was his older brother’s flat, and he shouldn’t have to leave.

So Jack moved further into the flat, falling into one of the comfy chairs Conor had in his living room, pulling his own phone out of his pocket, trying to ignore the other body sat near him.

It worked, for about five minutes, before Jack couldn’t ignore the tension between them anymore.

For some reason, the thoughts he used to have, the ones that left him wondering what he had done to wrong Joe, came flooding back. Jack’s eyes darted from his phone screen to Joe’s face, which was still turned down to look at his own phone, void of emotions, his eyes darting across his screen.

One of the first things Jack had ever noticed about Joe was how attractive the older man was, and even with the now bitter feelings, Jack still found himself attracted to Joe. Which really only made things worse.

“Take a picture,” Joe said suddenly, causing Jack to jump lightly, his cheeks flushing lightly as blue eyes lifted to meet his, “It’ll last longer.”

“Not much to take a picture of.”

“Then why were you staring.”

“Wondering why my brother left me in a room with someone who hates me so much.” Because Jack had been studying Joe’s face, he caught the way the other man’s jaw tensed slightly at those words, how his eyes flashed with an emotion too quickly for Jack to catch, and how he shifted in his seat.

“If I had known you were coming, I would have left.” Joe said instead, his words sharp.

“Why do you hate me?” Jack found himself blurting out, his mind not able to stop the words from spilling past his lips, but now that they were out, he wanted the question answered.

“Sod this,” Joe mumbled, standing from his spot on the couch, slipping his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, “Tell Conor I had to go.”

“You can’t even give me an answer, can you?” Jack jumped to his feet as Joe headed for the door, his back to the younger man. “Instead you’re just going to run away. Fine.”

Joe froze, his body rigid and tense, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side.

“I don’t hate you.” Joe’s tone was low, but the words sounded loud in the room.


Jack watched as Joe turned around slowly, his eyes locking onto Jack’s instantly.

“I don’t hate you. You just think I hate you.”

“You’ve treated me like shit since the day we met!”

“And I have my reasons.”

“Then enlighten me, or I’m just going to keep thinking you hate me.”

“Go ahead. I don’t care.”

“Of course you don’t,” Jack shook his head, “You’re impossible.”

“Are we done?”

“Do I not deserve to know why you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.” Joe gritted out, “Stop saying that.”

“You barely look at me, you have never once called me by my first name, you treat me like shit, and you couldn’t even be in the same room as me for ten minutes.” Jack explained, stepping towards Joe, “So yeah, you clearly hate me.”

“It’s not hate! It’s fear!”

Joe’s words echoed off the walls, and Jack blinked slowly at the man in front of him, “Fear?”

“Yes,” Joe sighed, “Happy?”

“You’re scared of me?”

“No!” Joe’s eyes widened as he stared over at Jack, “Not you!”

“Then what the hell are you afraid of?”

“Because…gods this is stupid,” Joe let his head fall back as he stared up at the ceiling, “I like you, Jack.”

“I’m still lost.”

Joe slowly tilted his head back forward, looking nervous, “I’ve never liked a guy before. But then you walked into my life. And suddenly…I got scared, okay? I got scared because I realized I liked you like I’ve liked girls in the past. And it terrified me. So I figured pushing you away was easier. That way my feelings couldn’t grow.”

“How’d that go?” Jack asked softly, stepping closer to Joe.

“Really shit, honestly.”

“Are you still scared?”

“Bloody terrified.” Joe swallowed as Jack’s hand brushed against his, “What are you doing?”

“I liked you, Joe,” Jack told him, “And then you pushed me away. But I think those feelings are still there. So if you want to give it a try,” He searched Joe’s eyes, looking for a sign to tell him to stop, “Then I’m willing.”

“I…I think so.”

“Oh thank gods,” Jack muttered before he pressed his lips against Joe’s, relieved when the older man returned the kiss only moments later.

“What the hell is going on?!” Conor’s sudden exclamation caused the two to jump apart, their cheeks red. “I thought you hated each other!”

“That’s what I thought,” Jack smiled, pulling Joe closer, who had his eyes locked on the floor.

“Well,” Conor snorted, “If I had known leaving you two alone would have made you stop hating each other, I would have done it ages ago.”