Does anyone know what song is playing is this video?? Its bugging me so bad 🤣

Shazam says it’s Insane by VHWX :)

https://youtu.be/xlPKkLY7-ZM

Juvenile punks are brightly colored as a form of protective visibility, allowing their parents to find them easily and preventing injuries such as traffic mishaps and accidental mosh pit squishing. As they mature, punks develop their darker, studded adult plumage.

That was…not the description I was expecting, but it’s perfect.

Mansplaining protip:

When a man starts explaining a concept you already told him you understand, instead of saying “I know” over and over until you die, try one of these:

SAVAGE

teacher-zone him

My cousin is an asst psych professor. Her new boss brought up how male students sometimes challenge female professors. He asked how she handles that: she says ‘hold on: let me take notes’, grabs a pen & paper, and proceeds to take no notes. If he asks why, she says ‘Tell me something I don’t know & I’ll have something to write’; no student has tried twice. Her boss laughed and asked her to mention it at the next staff meeting.

Additional tip:

If you need to bring up a topic you think he’ll argue against, ask him if he knows what it is, nod along as he tells you, and then build on the argument he’s just made for you by laying the base. 

aka, I had a mansplaining coworker who used to trigger the shit out of my PTSD, so one day I asked him if he knew what “trigger” meant as a psychological term. He proceeded to explain my own panic attacks to me and ended up having a facial Oh Shit when I responded with “Yes, that’s exactly what happens to me when you do X, I’m glad you understand.”

It’s very hard to claim ignorance of the subject when you’ve just been so very proud of showing off your knowledge of that subject. 

I’m just gonna leave this here for anyone who needs it C:

the user base of tumblr is a specific demographic of people who were ‘the smart kid’ growing up but didn’t do as well academically as they got older due to mental health struggles, were probably bullied in school and were quite lonely & introverted so they took solace in reading but now rarely pick up a book, grew up on tumblr but continued using it into adulthood unlike most of their peers who stopped using it after it lost popularity

Please dont come for me like this ever again thank you

some Buckynat couple costumes (｡・//ε//・｡)

I fuckinf needed this

Jason & Friends

ALWAYS REBLOG

don’t forget to spell the name right, boys! poison— as in arsenic! ivy— as in irresistible!

I just sent this to my husband and his response was “you can’t put a price on that” uh, yeah you can, they just did. 🙄

My mother used to mutter “I want a WIFE” angrily from time to time.

Later, after my parents split up and my mom’s bff’s spouse died, mom’s bff moved in. Mom would come home from work and the house would be clean! Dinner would be ready! Laundry done! Homework checked!

She called me up, delighted, a few weeks into it. “I was right! I DID want a wife!”

i remember the blissful 14 months when me and my friend shared a nanny, and coming back into the living room to find she had spontaneously tidied up the extreme chaos. That must be what it’s like, being a man, that you can just walk away from some mess to get ready for work, and when you come back somebody else has dealt with it without any physical or mental effort from you. 

I think about this essay all the time

Fuckin YUP. I do this job for free, by choice, and it is why I demand (and receive; my spouse is 100% on this train) the equivalent respect and prestige associated with a $200k/yr salary. Do👏not👏accept👏less👏from👏a👏man!👏 It would be nice if women were actually paid for the work we do, but you don’t have to wait for the culture to come around to literal money to demand compensation.

I like to think that Howl and Calcifer just sat down and had tea and a chat once in a while. You would too if your fireplace were a sentient fire demon. It’s one of the perks.

(Super late submission to ghibli jam, which I only found out about at 10PM last night (!) Process on twitter.)

every mother who’s critiqued her daughter’s appearance based on ~what men do or do not like~ owes that child an apology

When your dad tries to guilt trip you into visiting him: “well I guess I’ll just spend the weekend all by myself...”

You say “glad to know we’re on the same page.” Slowly, he will have to adapt to just outright telling you what he thinks instead of playing mind games.

When your friend tries to hint that they’re mad at you without saying anything: “Oh, I’m fine, clearly you don’t need to worry about me,”

You say: “I’m glad you’re doing well. Call me if you want to talk, though!” Soon enough, they will accept that they can’t be passive aggressive with you.

When your boyfriend says: “All your friends are great, I really love *insert male friend* especially.”

You say: “I’m so glad you like my friends! I should invite them back soon.” He needs to understand that if he has a problem with your friends, he needs to just voice his concerns instead of being sarcastic and accusatory.

As someone who has lived through several toxic relationships and has an abusive father, I think one of the most important manipulation tools a toxic person has is excessive subtext and hidden meanings in their conversation. It hides all of the actual fighting from the eyes of onlookers while still hurting you, which is scary and makes you feel like you’re making it all up. Don’t put up with this bs. Make them stop hiding.

Make. Them. Say. What. They. Mean.

If I were to say to you that, I am a stranger traveling from the East, seeking that which is lost… Then I would reply that, I am a stranger traveling from the West, it is I whom you seek.

Why didn’t they kiss at least once?

You’re asking the right questions. 

Because Evie, Ardeth, and Rick would be THE bisexual poly thruple and the power of their sheer combined hotness would have left Imhotep powerless and hence no movie.

I AM SO OLD I JUST CRACKED MY NECK FROM LAUGHING SO HARD

Suffer for my Sins (1)

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark Kent Summary: You’re the adopted daughter of Tony Stark, one of the most powerful and infamous mobsters of the greater north eastern region. After his death, it was his wish that the reigns be handed over to you. There’s been a rivalry between your family, and that of Steve Rogers and Clark Kent. When the New York mafia is threatened, the three of you will have to put aside your differences and work together. Word Count: 3,658 Warnings: NSFW - SMUT 18+, talk of mafia business, slight angst, unprotected sex (with Bucky).

Author’s Note: I do not claim to know much about the mafia so pls don’t @ me, this is fiction after all. Please, please reblog and give feedback. Give a review or drop your thoughts in my inbox! It’s important to do so because it will determine if I continue this fic or not.

Prologue

Dueling scents fill your nostrils. Cedar and bergamot. Vanilla and amber.

Silk sheets caress your bare skin. A comfort. They’re warm. But that’s probably a result of the two furnaces on each side of you. Although the king sized bed is plenty big enough for the three of you to stretch out comfortably, they choose to stay huddled at your side.

That realization makes you wanna laugh.

The two most feared and powerful men of the greater northeast region like to cuddle.

Clark lies to your right side. You can tell it’s him without having to look. He’s built bigger, stockier than Steve who’s to your left with his arm slung over your waist.

Slumber has betrayed you. Your mind too wired, too busy buzzing with thoughts to calm down enough to let you get some well deserved rest — especially after the unspeakable, explicit activities you partook in.

Blurred vision slowly clears as you blink. Your bedroom looks the same, pale moonlight offering a slight crack through the darkness, but it feels different somehow. You can’t quite put your finger on it.

Every time your eyes close for the briefest moment, memories of just hours ago flash behind your lids. To think this whole thing started with a simple conference. One no different than the ones you’ve been attending for the last several months.

Seguir leyendo

✨MY FAVORITE 2D DISNEY & DREAMWORKS LADIES ✨ ↳ “The evening star is shining bright, so make a wish and hold on tight. There’s magic in the air tonight, and anything can happen.”

Blond hair, blue eyes... and dumb.

Steve wants to know what Tony’s type is. Tony answers him but forgets that Steve can be… a little oblivious.

(Stevetony, getting together, Tony is trying to flirt, Steve is oblivious, humour, fluffy, 520w - Written for my friend @phiphils and based on this post)

Also on AO3.

“What’s your type?”

Tony stopped where he was commenting the latest bachelor episode, his cup of coffee half-raised to his lips. “What’s my what?”

Steve seemed to flounder for a second, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink before he soldiered on, raising his chin. Tony had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling too much. It was clear that Steve hadn’t meant to speak but now that he had, he would not back down. That stubborn attitude used to drive Tony crazy, and it still did occasionally, but right now he found it adorable.

“What’s your type,” Steve repeated, eyes shifting to the TV before they returned to Tony. “You, hum, you said Sarah is attractive but then also commented on Nick’s smile so… do you have a type?”

This time, Tony couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Taking a sip of coffee to give himself a few seconds to answer, he wondered if this could be his chance to confess. Flirting was all fun and games but he was growing tired of dancing around.

“I do,” Tony said with a smile. “I like them tall, muscular, with blond hair and blue eyes.”

Silence fell between them as Tony waited with bated breath for understanding to dawn on Steve. He brightened up when Steve gasped softly but then his expression fell and Tony suddenly realised he had made a tactical mistake.  

“Oh. So, like… Carole?”

He had forgotten to take into account how impossibly oblivious Steve was.

Tony seriously considered throwing himself out the window. It was only a 93-floor fall.

“Did I mention I like them dumb too?” He said instead, raising his eyebrows at Steve. “It’s an important criteria. They have to be very dumb. Like, don’t mind me, they’re smart, but also so, so dumb. It’s incredible.”

Steve stared at him with parted lips, his surprise and confusion evident. There was another emotion in his eyes too, one Tony chose not to name but which gave him the courage to move closer to Steve and continue.

“I also like them in red, white and blue… and with a shield,” he added, just in case Steve thought he really was talking about Carole. Not that she wasn’t awesome but she really wasn’t who he had in mind as he spoke. “But I like them best when they welcome me with dinner and a movie after a long day at work. When they give me coffee even though they scold me for drinking too much of it. When they fight with me over every little detail of a plan because even though it drives me nuts, it makes me want to kiss them. Hard.”

As a spoke, understanding finally replaced Steve’s confused look and a smile slowly blossomed on his face. “Tony-“

“Oh, and did I mention their first name should be Steve and their last name Rogers? I think I should mention that because he’s a bit of a thick he-“

Warm lips interrupted him and Tony could only laugh before he returned the kiss, wrapping both arms around Steve’s strong shoulders.