young fella

Clown Emoji Ratings

A clown for all ages, makeup skill aren’t the best but I’m sure he’ll learn as his career advances. A solid 7/10

A soft boy with cold lifeless eyes. As much as I want to love him I feel like there’s a wall between us. I feel like he’d tell a hardy joke but besides that there’s not much going for this bozo. 3/10

NOW THIS, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. A very graphic young fella with solid colors and smooth lines. His eyes are a beautiful blue and his lipstick is brighter than my future. He looks like he’s great at entertaining but the humble expression on his face tells me he doesn’t like to brag about it back at clown college. I would give my all for this clown. 10/10

This young man looks like a rejected concept for Pennywise in the new IT film. 3/10

A sickly yellow paint, cold dead eyes, and a crunchy wig. This is not a clown I would like at my party. 1/10

A happy banana boy! He reminds me of a delicious twinky! This clown is in town and he definitely knows how to accessorize. That wig is also sharp and styled. 10/10

Not much to say here besides the fact that he looks like a more stylized emojipedia clown. 2/10

A fresh interesting take on The Clown. His mug is beat and he’s serving face, face, face! I’d definitely invite this boy to my parties. 10/10

How do I put this nicely? No.

y’all, about Joey Drew and Henry

it’s been 30 years since they worked on cartoons together

assuming they were aroung 20 years old when they worked together, that puts them anywhere from very late 40s to their 60s

Henry is not a young fella.  This is a middle-aged man running around away from a satanic cartoon 

A Blind Path Home, part 4

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.

Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?

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review of emoji birds

emoji one

twitter bird’s alternative cousin who went to art school. he’s young and just trying to get out there and make a go of his life. I support him. 8/10.


google

a shapely, minimalist boy. he is confused because it is difficult to tell where his wings end and his butt begins. 9/10.


microsoft

possibly a hieroglyph. what does she say? nobody knows. a enigmatic woman of mystery. 8/10.


samsung

he is slightly top heavy but that is OK! cute, but two-dimensional body means he has to crab walk everywhere. 6/10.


facebook

tol and stylish. always makes people catch her good side. may not actually posses another side, similar to above. 7/10


LG

a plastic lawn ornament and not actually a real bird. 5/10.


apple

stepped right out of 1994 cgi promotional art. he is soft and squishy and likes to be held despite being only a head. 5/10.


messenger

now what a chipper young fella this is. do not let the hollow eyes fool you, he is kind and understanding. 8/10


twitter

do not fall for his tricks, he is not like the other. his beady eyes see right through you. into your soul. 6/10.


mozilla

a regular old pigeon. doesn’t let lack of torso get in the way of pigeony business. bob bob. peck. bob. 8/10.


emojidex

a lumpy and unfulfilled cockatiel. look at how sad he is. I cannot bear to rate him poorly. needs more hugs. 10/10.



HTC

bird lips. 1/10.

Jughead Jones |  “Would you please stop being a pain in the ass for a few seconds and let me help you?”

Count of words: 725

Warnings: none

A/N: if this is horrible please excuse me but I wrote this late at night when I had nothing else to do….

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It was a normal day in Riverdale. The sun was shining bright but the atmosphere was dark. Ever since the death of Jason Blossom a series of bad events keep happening in this small town that used to be filled with joy. There are friendships, relationships and families torn apart ever since the tragic event but no one wanted to admit it out loud. His life, on the other hand, was torn apart long before that.

Forsythe Pendelton Jones the Thind was his full and glorious name, but he was better known as Jughead Jones the Third, a nickname he went with his whole life. He was this young fella at the back of the classroom. Dark clothing, dark hair, a crown beanie, a laptop on his hands and black cyrcles underneath his eyes from the endless sleepless nights, looking as if he was trying to fill an aesthetic. 

Then, there was this girl. Y/F/N (your full name), more commonly known as Y/N/N (your nickname), a nickname given to her from her best friend, Jughead. She was the girl that was always sitting next to him, fullfilling the aesthetic with the black clothing, the (hair color) hair, crown necklace and the same dark cyrcles  underneath her eyes from helping him finish his masterpiece.

Even though he didn’t want to admit it he truly believed that his best friend’s writing skills were better and more promising than his. He still enjoyed it though every time he would stay over at her house writing endless chapters for his novel as she kept giving him more and more ideas.

She never seemed to care that most of their sleepovers were at her house. When they were little they didn’t have much of a choice cause his sister, Jellybean, was either sleeping or she would just shower them with a never ending amount of questions. But after some time Jellybean’s curiosity started being suppressed. She would stop making that many questions and she would focus of her own friends, instead. So, she started being curious as to why they never slept over at Jughead’s place anymore.

It was a warm spring night, around April maybe, the breeze was soothing as the singing of the trees never stoped. She was out for a walk, things at home were not that great, so, she was going at the only place she could find comfort in; the Drive-In. She would constantly sneak in and watch any movie that was playing, never minding the cold or the looks she was getting from the snack guy. This time she decided to do something she probably shouldn’t and something that would probably get her banished from the Twilight Drive-In; she would sneak in the projector room.

Walking towards the little room in the back of the cinema, Y/N/N, managed to go unnoticed one more time. Quietly opening the back door she entered the dark room. It took a moment for her vision to adjust to the darkness but when it did her eyes widened in shock. There was her best friend, sitting in a chair before a window, next to the projector, a small bed next to him as his belongings were scuttered around the tiny building. She unwillingly gasped and Jughead’s attention turned to her.

After some time of explaining, Jughead telling her everything that was going on, Y/N/N was dumbfounded. She was so shocked and hurt that her best friend since diapers didn’t talk to her about all that. “That’s it,” she exclaimed, “you’re living with me!” “But-” “No buts Juggie!” She said with her adorable voice sounding demanding. Jughead had actually developed feelings for the (hair color) girl in front of him and in that moment all he could think was how beautiful she looked, but his stubborness kept on fighting her about it. “Y/N/N, I can’t. You know that your parents don’t like me-” “THEY’LL SUCK IT UP!” She screamed at his face, frustrated as tears run down her eyes. “Just come live with me Juggie.” “But Y/N/N-” “Would you please stop being a pain in the ass for a few seconds and let me help you?” She said and he couldn’t help it anymore. After years of waiting he finally found himself kissing the girl of his dreams. “You know, if you are to kiss me again I might think about the whole living with you thing.”

maniacani  asked:

The kids meet uncle Coran when he comes to help with Keith's book editing!!! Aka the addition of another family member lo

[The Voltron Family] The kids were at home because there was an event in their school that didn’t required the elementary kids to attend, so Keith had to stay home to work. The doorbell rang and little Hunk opened the door. There stood a man with red hair and—

Hunk: *tilts his head* *shouts* Daddy Keith! There’s a weird man with a weird big moustache at our door!
Coran: *surprised* Oh! I’m no weird man, little fella!
Keith: *appears from the bathroom* *sees the weird man* *smiles* Coran! You made it! I hope you didn’t get lost?
Coran: *waves his hand* I didn’t. Your instructions were very clear. And who might this young fella be? *looks at Hunk*
Keith: *picks up Hunk* It’s little Hunk. Our eldest. *kisses Hunk* This is Coran, sweetie. Daddy’s editor. 
Coran: *smiles and waves at the boy* Aren’t you a bit old already to be carried by your daddy?
Hunk: *frowns* *wobbly lips* *hugs Keith*
Coran: *guilty* Oh I’m sorry, little boy. I didn’t mean to.
Keith: My baby’s never too old. As long as Daddy can carry you— *gets a kiss from Hunk* *smiles* *turns back to Coran* Why don’t you come inside?
Coran: It’s my first time here and *whistles* Amazing, Keith. This is such a beautiful house. *enters*
Keith: *chuckles* Well, Shiro and I had wanted kids and we wanted them to have a space of their own. 
Coran: *walks with Keith* That’s nice and it’s really big. Big but homey. Where’s the husband? At work?
Keith: *nods* Yeah, just me and the kids today. I want you to meet them. *puts Hunk down by the living room sofa* *shouts* Lance! Pidge! Get down here. 

Little loud footsteps were heard coming from the second floor, the sound of kids running down the stairs. As soon as Lance stepped on the last one, he held out a hand for little Pidge to help her down.

Coran: *coos* So adorable.
Lance and Pidge: *walks hand in hand to the living room*
Lance: Are we having lunch already, Daddy? 
Coran: *waves at them* Hello, little ones.
Pidge: *scrunches her noise* Weird man with a weird accent.
Keith: *gasp* Pidge! Where are your manners?! 
Coran: *giggles* Oh it’s fine, Keith. This must be Pidge and Lance. I’m Uncle Coran, your Daddy’s editor and I’m here to help him with work today.
Lance: *brightens up* *sits down beside Coran* Really? What is Daddy writing? He never told us. Said it was a secret. 
Pidge: *climbs up the sofa with Coran’s help* Does it have ‘spearments?
Coran: *looks at the three kids sat beside him* It’s actually about three children. *smiles at Keith knowingly*
Keith: *shakes his head fondly* I’ll just go get some snacks while you kids talk to Uncle Coran. Any of you want anything specific?
Lance: Chocolate crinkles please! If Hunk hasn’t finished them all yet. *snickers while looking at Hunk playfully*
Hunk: *shock* I did not! There are still some left! *turns to Keith* Chocolate milk for me and cookies please?
Pidge: Can I have gummy worms? Daddy Shiro didn’t let me eat last night. *frowns* Said it was bad for my tummy at night. But he didn’t say they were bad in the morning!
Keith: Noted. And you, Coran?
Coran: Just tea would be fine, Keith. Thank you.

Keith left to go to the kitchen to prepare there food, leaving Coran with the kids to tell them about the book he was writing. His phone rang and he fished it out from his jeans pocket.

Keith: *opens the fridge* Hey, baby? What’s up?
Shiro: Just checking in. Did Coran made it there just fine?
Keith: *grabs chocolate crinkles* Yeah. He’s here now actually. He’s with the kids at the moment while I’m preparing snacks. Also, *eyes at the gummy worms* You told Pidge she couldn’t eat gummy worms last night and she’s thinking she’s fine to eat it now since you didn’t say anything about it in the morning. *opens the pack and pours some to a saucer*
Shiro: Did she now? *chuckles* She’s really sharp.
Keith: *smiles* She is. Smart little girl. She got it from her Daddy Keith. *pours chocolate milk*
Shiro: *scoffs* Excuse you. She got it from her Daddy Shiro.
Keith: *rolls his eyes* Proof or it didn’t happen. *prepares tea*
Shiro: I will get you for that later, Kogane. 
Keith: I love you, too, sweet pea. *laughs* Now get back to work. Don’t have too much fun without me.
Shiro: I’ll try. *chuckles* Love you more, red bean. Always and Forever.
Keith: *laughs* God, we’re so disgusting. Now get off the phone! 

anonymous asked:

I've never worked retail- only food service- but man can I relate to your issues with costumers. I worked for about two years down in Orange County California, ugh don't even get me started on those customers. But I think it's also a great lesson, to be able to see how dumb people act and how entitled they think they are so that you are able to watch yourself when you are out shopping. Love your blog and stories. Hope you get some nice customers come your way more often.

I’m glad y’all can relate. 

We get some good customers every once in awhile, its just that our interactions are usually shorter and don’t go nearly as far. But just for you, Nonny, here’s a short list of fun customers I’ve had!

  • Three little old ladies came through my line with a bouquet of flowers and a roll of tulle. They’re all giggling. “Ethel here is getting married!” Ethel, who is probably in her 80′s, blushes a deep red. The woman talking to me leans in a whispers: “For the very first time!”
  • A man comes to my register with a fake orchid: “There’s a woman I work with that we jokingly call my ‘fake wife,’ so I’m getting her a fake flower for fake Valentine’s Day.”
  • One night I spent about thirty minutes helping a bunch of teenager girls find materials to put together Steven Universe cosplays. For the record… my hair is pink and my girlfriend is working on a Rose Quartz cosplay for me. So this was really cute. They gave me hugs at the end. 
  • Woman is buying all of the Star Wars merch she can find. I ask her if she’s buying for herself or for a grandson. “Oh, they’re for me of course! I was taking pictures at the opening night for the new one. All these young fellas- they kept asking me all these trivia questions and I said: Boy, I was there for the first ones. If I don’t know the answers its because I damn forgot!”
  • I asked a dude if he found what he was looking for. He held up a velvet box and told me that for Valentine’s Day he was going to fill it with french fries and give it to his husband. 
  • A small child in the toys section put a lot of effort into building a pyramid out of sharks. 
Teachable Moments (Coda to 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (With You)”

Dean’s driving Cas home when Cas has the sudden urge to take Dean up on his offer for one of his ‘teachable moments’. Dean, still dealing with what went down in the barn, does what Cas asks. But will Dean be the teacher… or the student? AO3)

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Cao Lầu, Hoi An, Vietnam

This is cao lầu, the best bowl of noodles I’ve eaten in Vietnam. (Sorry, pho!)

Cao lầu is a super-localized dish that you can only enjoy in the historic town of Hoi An. According to local legend, the rice noodles used in the dish must be made with water from a secret well, and mixed with ash from wood collected from the nearly Cham Islands. Other than that, ingredients and toppings change from chef to chef and restaurant to restaurant, but the dish usually contains some kind of pork and herbs.

We’d tried a few versions around town and were unimpressed, to be honest, until we were walking back to our hotel one night and stumbled upon this set up…

A lone man under a tent in an alley preparing noodles dishes…

His kitchen…

A closer look at the ingredients…

The dining room…

We ordered and he got to work, cooking the noodles, adding the soup and methodically constructing the dish…

In less than two minutes, this beauty bowl arrived at our table…

His version of cao lầu, as seen here, featured two kinds of roast pork, the belly and the loin, and came topped with fried pork lard for crunch. There was also a layer of herbs under all those pork parts, which you mixed all together by yourself…

As you can see above, the noodles are quite thick, similar to udon in texture, but with a very distinct taste.

No soup. Just a few secret sauces and a touch of vinegar.

You added chilli sauce, homemade of course, on your own as well.

I still can’t get over how good this cao lầu was!! Every ingredient came together to form a perfect formula of flavor.

All through our “dinner”, we were watched over by this young fella, the chef’s grandson, who kept eyeing me like I was going to steal one of his ribs…

There’s no address I can give you here, however, I was told this tent goes up nightly as long as the weather’s good. To find this killer cao lầu in Hoi An, look for this address in Old Town and you should spot this streetside chef making magic in the alley after sunset…

Here’s one more look for good measure…

Red as fire

Name: Red as fire.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and where to find them

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Theme: Reader is a Metamorphmagus

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It’s April 4th! Scott’s birthday. And I am lame.

That pack of dim, layabout, billionaire playboys, the Tracy Brothers are out and about to celebrate their big brother’s birthday in style.

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April 4th

Everybody who is anybody has it marked on their calendar as the event of the season. Forget The Oscars, The Met Gala, the Presidential Ball, mere tedious functions. Tonight is the night that the rich and the beautiful come to spend their youth like pennies.

It is the night when once a year, that shadow across the pages of the gossip columns, that most eligible of eligible bachelors, that eldest son of the third richest man in the world, emerges into the light, so his four – equally rich, equally handsome, equally rambunctious brothers – can throw him a birthday party the world will never forget.

If you’re not invited, well darling, I’m afraid you’re not anybody.

In previous years it has been in a great, glimmering undersea dome, reached only by bathosphere. It has been held among sparking electrics and luminescent neons in the hull of a great rusted ship. It’s been held in full masquerade in a filigree castle in the Swiss Alps, when every guest was flown there personally in an aircraft decked out like a pumpkin carriage.

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