we were so turned on

anonymous asked:

what's the elite gc?? are u in it?? I'm so confused

an ironically named gc between me and some friends that. really isn’t a big deal but apparently is to a lot of other people

Obi-Wan Kenobi Has Never Had a Damn Day Off

Anakin’s Force Ghost: [watching very loud TV]
Obi-Wan’s Force Ghost: [sitting next to him, wearing glasses and reading a book called Coming to Terms With Your Traumatic Life]
Luke: [staring at them, annoyed] You know, eventually one of us is going to have to go talk to him. 
Anakin: [still watching TV, disinterested] …talk to who, son? 
Luke: …Ben, dad.
Obi-Wan: [smiling] Why, I’m right here, Luke. And you can talk to me any time. 
Luke: You know who I’m talking about, Obi-Wan. Knock it off. 
Anakin: …don’t sass your Obi-Wan like that, Luke. 
Luke: [shutting off the TV] GUYS. BEN. DARK SIDE. LITTLE HELP HERE. Are you seriously just going to sit here and watch soap operas while the universe goes to hell again?! One of us has to try and talk some sense into him! I think it should be one of you. 
Anakin: [immediately] Not it. [looks at Obi-Wan]
Obi-Wan: Ohhhh, no. I’ve put in my time trying to make people in this family see reason. I’m not helping that brat. It’s bad enough Leia gave him my name. 
Anakin: …there you go! He’s Ben, you’re Ben….you’re his, uh, Great Uncle? Just give him that face you always used to give me when I did something stupid. 
Obi-Wan: [makes a face]
Anakin: That’s the one! There. See? You already know what to do. You’ve got this. 
Obi-Wan: [defeated sigh]

So in my biology class today, while learning about genetics, our teacher had us doing this activity where we simulated the process of how a person ended up with the genes and traits that they do using the parents genes. We were supposed to draw an end result of what they would look like with the genes that they got, and we were told to draw the full body only wearing a diaper so we could see all the traits. But somehow i missed the memo that we were supposed to draw a baby, so I ended up turning in a drawing of a ripped 27 year old dude only wearing a diaper, and now it’s hanging on the wall next to all the baby drawings. This is going to be an interesting rest of the year…

amymbythesea  asked:

21. Things you said when we were on top of the world. MSR. Thanks!

“So, I turn around and suddenly my partner has disappeared. Care to explain yourself, Mulder?“ Scully’s muscles protest as she sits beside Mulder, who quickly looks up at her with obvious regret. If he thought she wouldn’t find him hiding here on the roof of her mother’s garage then… well, then he was almost right. She was about to give up five minutes ago when she saw his long legs dangle there as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Who hides on a roof anyway, she wonders.

“Well, you found me, didn‘t you?“ He sulks. Scully considers pushing him off the roof; it’s not that high anyway and he deserves it for just disappearing without a word. Ditching her at her family’s Easter celebrations is low, even for Mulder’s standards.

“Mulder, I realize it‘s Easter, but I could have done without looking for you just now. And you‘re not even made of chocolate.“ A tiny grin spreads on his face, but he doesn‘t turn to look at her. His eyes are where they always are; up in the sky, looking for something only he can see. He reaches into his coat pocket and takes out a small chocolate egg, a remnant of the earlier Easter Egg hunt with the whole family, and hands it to her.

“You should go back inside.“

“So should you.“ She is not going back inside without him.

“Your family doesn‘t want me here, Scully. I shouldn‘t have come.“ Ah, there it is. Ever since her mother invited Mulder to spend Easter with the Scully clan a week ago, he had tried to get out of it. Scully hadn‘t budged; he had promised her mother, unable to say no, and so he was going. And it had all been fine up until two hours ago. Mulder had charmed each and every female member of the family. The men liked him, too, except of course for Bill Jr. Without her brother, Mulder wouldn‘t have run off and they wouldn‘t be sitting here on the garage of all places, freezing their asses off. Of course Mulder doesn’t see it this way.

“That is not true, Mulder.“


“Anyway, Mulder, why are you hiding up here on the roof?”

“You know, when I was a kid, I always climbed trees and roofs because Samantha couldn’t follow me. Then she did once, fell, and broke her arm,” Mulder chuckles, remembering, “so I stopped. When… after she was taken, I started doing it again. I was hiding from my parents, mostly, and I thought – well, I thought up on the roof I had the best view. I stared at the stars, hoping I’d see her. A sign from her. I never did of course. I haven’t done this in ages. But when I heard you and your brother earlier, my first instinct was to do this.”

“Bill would probably freak if you knew you were up here.” So would her mother, she thinks.

“I’m sure he’d want me to plummet to death.”

“Maybe. I wouldn’t, though.”

“He’d be angry I made you come up here.”

“You didn’t make me come up here, Mulder. It was my choice. It’s always my choice.”

“I heard you defend me. Before I came here, I heard you.”

“Oh.” Scully blushes. She of course remembers every word she said, no, threw at her brother. “Then why did you leave?”

“I don’t want your pity, Scully.”

“I don’t pity you, Mulder. Didn’t you hear what I told Bill?”

“Oh, I did. You told him that your mother invited me and that I don’t have any family of my own. That’s when I left.”

“Then you only heard half of it, Mulder. Bill asked me why you were here and yes, I told him mom invited you. When he went on about how you should be with your own family, I reminded him that not all families are like ours. You should have stayed and listened to the rest of it.”

“And hear you say what? That you pity me.”

“Mulder, could you please just listen to me for once? I told Bill that you’re my friend and that I wanted – want – you here with me. I told him,” she stops, needs more air which is ridiculous, because out here all they have is air. She feels his eyes on her now and he is waiting for her to continue, “I told him that you are my family and I would hope that you consider me your family, too.”

“He was probably tickled to hear you say that.” And he grins at her. A full blown Mulder grin is always one of the most beautiful things Scully can imagine seeing. He takes her hand into his and looks down at her fingers still clutching the chocolate egg. Mulder takes it from her, unwraps it and offers the egg to her. Scully shakes her head no.

“Open up, Scully. You know you want to.” She rolls her eyes at him, but slowly opens her mouth. Scully feels his fingers brush her lips lightly as he puts the chocolate egg inside. The taste is exquisite; warm and rich and she is not sure it’s just the chocolate. They sit in silence for a moment, but no matter how tasty the chocolate or how nice the feeling of Mulder’s thighs against hers, she is freezing.

“Mulder, can we please go back inside? It’s cold.” But instead, he scoots closer and puts his arm around her shoulder, gently rubbing her arm.

“I know we have to go back inside eventually,” he tells her with a sigh, his breath close to her ear, tickling her. “Just five more minutes?”

“Five more minutes,” Scully agrees, lifting her eyes up to the sky. Living in the city, she sometimes forgets what the night out here looks like. There’s not a cloud in sight, just the moon and the stars shining down on them. “It really is beautiful, isn’t it?” She doesn’t expect him to answer, not really. She thinks he is lost in his own world, in his own images. Whatever he sees up there in between all the stars.

“It really, really is.” He whispers and suddenly she realizes he is not even looking at the sky; he is only looking at her.

i think that the reason that renaissance art appeals so much to me is because of how much of it is inspired by god. here is this golden age of beauty and art and in the middle of it all is catholicism. and this isn’t to say that the catholic church doesn’t have some Serious Issues, but what it says mostly to me is that the crucifixion achieved exactly what god set out to do

jesus didn’t die on the cross because it was easy, or because he knew he would be coming back, jesus died on the cross because the death of the son of god needed to be something extraordinary that humanity would still be singing about thousands of years later. humans are fickle and forgetful creatures, so the ultimate act of salvation had to be brought to our level, to something we could understand. there was no way god could do this without becoming personally involved.

here is your saviour, in a form you can see and understand, so that you will never forget my love for you

it’s easy to become removed from such a vast and nebulous concept like god, but jesus needed to identify himself with humanity, and what better way to do that than through suffering? when jesus cries out to god asking why he has been forsaken, he is not asking as god’s son, he’s asking as a voice for humanity.

so to see an era like the renaissance take up all that is holy and good and turn it into something so visually beautiful and breathtaking is so important to me. the ultimate act of god’s love for humanity is immortalised in art that reaches everyone, regardless of whether they believe or not. 

After breaking up from a long term and incredibly unhealthy relationship, I thought fuck it! I want have a series of flings/short lived relationships and so, I turned to tinder. I matched with a few guys in my town and messaged a couple but nothing ever really came from it other than a few laughs over “Forward Jack” alluding to a very large penis.

One morning at school I was sat in the library during a free period and got a message from someone on tinder. “You’re cute okay sorry bye”

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Spy Kids

Ingrid + Gregorio + kisses/romantic moments

requested by anon

This con was all about the butts, so I got double booty action with R2.

I showed them what I wanted and they were like “yeah we can do that” and so they turn and Rich just puts his hand on my ass, I put my hands on theirs, and Rob’s hand is hovering like a foot away from my tush. Rob is like “wait do I..? Is it okay if I..?” And Rich and I end up yelling at him to “just touch it already!”
Afterward, I gave them hugs and Rob admitted that I was his first butt grab photo op. *wears title like badge of honor*


Kristen Stewart Opens Up About Her Girlfriend In Elle UK Interview (x)

“When I was dating a guy I was hiding everything that I did because everything personal felt like it was immediately trivialized, so I didn’t like it. We were turned into these characters and placed into this ridiculous comic book, and I was like, ‘That’s mine. You’re making my relationship something that it’s not.’ I didn’t like that. But then it changed when I started dating a girl. I was like, ‘Actually, to hide this provides the implication that I’m not down with it or I’m ashamed of it, so I had to alter how I approached being in public. It opened my life up and I’m so much happier.”

Impossible Year

“Y/N. Please I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I can protect myself, Fred! Just let me help!” I plead

“No. I don’t want to lose you.” he answered as he tucked strands of hair behind my hair.

“I know that’s not the reason…” I pause"you just don’t think i’m strong enough.“ I sigh as I walk away.

“Wait! Y/N! That’s not what I  meant!”

I quickly turned around and stormed to him so we were face to face"then what did you mean!?!“



That’s what I said when I last saw him. now, he is lifelessly lying in my arms as tears flooded my face. I was surrounded by his family and friends but it felt like it was only us. “I’m so sorry baby. I love you and I will always love you. if it weren’t for this impossible year, Voldemort trying to take over Hogwarts you’d still be alive"I whispered softly as sobs escaped my mouth

” he really loved you you know.“ George said as he wiped a tear “sometimes he would not shut up about you” i managed a small laugh. “Y/N. This is for you. Fred wanted you to have this” he cried and handed me a small black box. i opened it but it only made me cry even more. it was a small but beautiful ring that would represent our love for each other. “but since he isn’t here I thought i’d give it to you.”

by now I was bawling.“thank you.” he soon walked away. probably to face his feelings alone. “Fred. Yes, I will marry you.” you whispered once again to Fred.“I really wish you could have stayed cause then he could have had our own family of Weasley children…Fred? if your out there i want you to know I will love you.always.”

-Lovely character background on Greg! I never thought we’d get an explanation about the name “Universe” like that, it was cool

-Greg and Rose “weren’t technically married”…so…. maybe they still had a cute ceremony? (In my heart they did)

-Steven (and Greg and everyone) reconciling with their blood family and Andy changing so much (Steven/the show’s magical powers of delivering great characters and character development to me still goin strong I see~)

-The importance of the found family of steven’s “aunts”, being just as ‘real’ as blood family……

-Lapidot still shocking me daily at how it really happened and is really cute…

-Just… family,….

-So much family….

-I can’t believe that the ep titled “gem harvest” that we were all so worried about turned out to be so lovely and family… ;w; 


-Amethyst can and will breathe fire

so i was interviewing this rad trans composer for a profile (which will becoming soon!) but one of the things we talked about was making political art slash making explicitly queer art and she was talking about disliking a lot of trans art for being v heavy-handed or otherwise Not That Great and it kind of occurred to me that the song cycle i’m writing abt ppl who face transmisogyny (oh, yeah, btw i’m writing a song cycle abt transmisogyny) maybe possibly falls into that category. and like … i should probably not care so much what this person might hypothetically think about a piece of art that does not fully exist yet! she might actually like it! or she might not but her tastes are not an Objective Measuring Stick By Which All Art Must Rise Or Fall As One and things she does not personally like can still be good and valid! but i still kinda freaked out abt it a little bit

and i think that like, ultimately rlly that insecurity is probs partly an insecurity abt the fact that there are no other trans people in the class where i’m working on it. and like, the cis ppl in the room are v smart, v talented ppl, and they are giving me v helpful advice on various craft aspects and making my meaning clear and etc, but they can’t rlly, like, give feedback on the trans-specific stuff?

b/c like one of the things i’m trying to do with this cycle is present a spectrum of trans experiences. obvi i can’t (and shouldn’t try to) present Every Experience Ever Experienced By Someone Who Faces Transmisogyny, but i also want it to be more than just A Bunch Of Versions Of Brin Solomon But With Different Names, and there are definitely times where i feel like i’m flying blind, where it would be helpful to have other dmab trans ppl looking at what i’m doing and saying “hey so this is a p limited view of this issue, actually” “no, that’s not resonant at all to anyone who isn’t you” “i’m not sure this is rlly a conversation that needs to be made explicit to the cis ppl in the audience, you know?” “have you thought abt writing a song about X?” etc etc etc and the further i get into it the further i’m feeling that lack

(yes this is probs related to Not Feeling Trans Enough yes there is impostor syndrome going on liek woah shut up)

… . anyway. this rant brought to you by There Was A Hecka Cute Visibly GNC Person On The Train Today And As They Were Getting Off They Told Me I Looked Super Cute And I Am Simultaneously Validated By The Compliment And Bummed That I Will Probably Never See Them Again And Maybe That Should Be A Song Instead Of The Song I Have No Idea How To Write Yet?