I don’t know what we did to deserve Mr. Rogers but I’m so glad we had him. 

self care: dancing alone in ur room

OH MY GOD

By @fake.disney.facts on tiktok

BRUH IM CACKLING why is this so damn accurate

WAIT- He really do be right 

some of the best tweets from the last few days

Happy Hanukkah to my Jewish followers. May the next several days bring you light and blessings.

Gotta Set the Mood 🛌

u kno wat fuck college

Imma still go tho imma still go

Okay, that was pretty tight

I love this SO much

DOPE

GETTING A JOB CHEAT SHEET!!

other cheat sheets

MY HIGH SCHOOL COULD NEVER!!!!!!!!

According to the description on youtube, this is the PAC Dance Team ft. Advanced Dance from Walden Grove HS in Sahuarita, AZ, choreographed by Kristi Lopez and Carlos Quihuiz. Click here to go to the actual YouTube video and read all the credits!

And apparently they do a themed dance every year?? HOW HECKIN COOL

here’s the thing about adulthood-

you will go for like three months with nothing happening and you’re bored as hell and then in the span of two weeks eight different things happen at once - some fantastic and some shitty and some just plain bonkers - and you’re just running around like a chicken with your head cut off and no clue what the fuck is going on

YOU AINT LYING

stop imagine 100 year old steve and bucky quoting vines

Never Even Stood a Chance

Summary: Haz and Y/n go out on their first date and it isn’t quite right.

Harrison Osterfield x Fem! Reader

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He was sweet, he really was, but the mood lighting, jazzy piano, and fancy waiters were only making you more nervous. Getting a look into those gorgeous, crystal blue eyes, your memory goes back to the night you met.

The club was loud, full of drunk people but they didn’t matter to you. You had a beer and a cute guy to dance with, Harrison. It almost made going to the club worth it in the first place. He was so relaxed and fun. A stark contrast from the guy sitting across from you tonight.

His collar cutting into his neck, flashy cuff links catching the light nearly blinding you. Not to mention, your own dress was so tight you could hardly breathe, and so short, you were constantly tugging at it.

Harrison was trying so hard, bless him, but this was all wrong.

“Um... Haz?”

“Hmm.” He looked up at you with the sweetest, most concerned look, making your heart melt.

“I um— this isn’t working.” You breathed out.

“Oh...” His face dropped to look at the menu and played with his fork.

“No, no, no!!” Quickly taking his hand, you try to salvage the situation. “No! Haz, it’s just... I know you wanted to impress me but... a menu in all French? Cloth napkins?” You waved in the air in surrender.

“This was really sweet but I’d much rather... go for a Nando’s?” Posing the sentence more as a question, you grimace your face, awaiting his response.

“Oh thank god!” He sighed in relief, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“I’ve been dying to get out of this bloody monkey suit since I put it on. No offense to Joshua, but I am roasting.” Haz undid the top buttons. “Nando’s sounds amazing. Haven’t been since being back in town. Do you wanna get outta here?” He nodded toward the exit.

“Yeah, one sec.” Putting a finger up, you put your nearly full wine glass to your lips to down the entire thing in seconds.

Haz watched wide eyed.

You set the glass down, gasping for air.

“You... You just smashed a 2000 Caymus Cab... I think I’m in love.” With that, Harrison set down some cash and took your hand rushing from the restaurant like a couple of teenagers.

The crisp London air burned in your lungs but it felt like freedom to both you and Haz. Neither of you stopped giggling the entire night.

It felt so good when you made it back to his flat and he let you put on one of his T-shirt’s before digging into your dinner in front of the tv. He put in Brooklyn 99 and snuggled into you like he had done it for ages. Everything finally felt comfortable, relaxed.

Hours felt like minutes and before you knew it his front door opened, his roommate coming in.

“Oh shit! Sorry, Mate. Didn’t know you’d be back so soon.” Tom cursed.

You checked the time on your phone. “12:17,” it read.

“Oh! I should actually be getting back!” You got up, realizing you weren’t wearing any pants, making your cheeks a nice rosy color.

“No, Y/n! Please stay!” Haz begged, holding on to your hand.

“Text me and I will see you soon.” You leaned down, a breath between the two of you, and you kissed his lips. Making your way to Haz’s room, you grabbed your dress, clutch, and shoes before heading out.

“See ya, Tom.”

“Wait! My shirt!” Haz called after you from his seat.

“Text me if you want it back!” You shouted as you slammed the door.

Tom watched the exchange with wide, amused eyes.

“What just happened there?” He finally asked, looking back at Haz.

Haz fell back on to the sofa and sighed deeply.

“Welp, that was the greatest night of my life, and an Angel... walking... out the door.”

Tom sunk into the couch next to him, patting his knee.

“You are so fucking dead, Bro.” He shook his head, chuckling at his lovesick best friend.

“Yeah... I never even stood a chance.”

A/n: Thanks for reading! I dunno how or why this happened.

the scene in men in black where will smith’s character thoroughly explained why he shot little suzie, a cardboard cut out of a small child holding advanced physics textbooks instead of the scary aliens all around her is an excellent allegory to racism. will smith’s character, a black man, has no doubt had to deal with various authority figures assuming he is the threat when context clues could easily explain away his behavior and with that backstory in mind, it is easy to see why his character identified with aliens simply existing in the world and explained away the supposed cause for concern by using the context clues provided. on the other end of the spectrum, the white characters who all elected to shoot the aliens on sight did so for no other reason then ‘they look like a threat’, ignoring the fact that a 7 year old child out in the middle of the street alone with advanced physics textbooks should raise more eyebrows than a tentacled creature with allergies. in this essay i will

his understanding for these immigrant aliens is exactly why they made him an agent and why he did so well (in the next movie, which seems to be be set only a few years later, he’s already a very high ranking and we’ll respected agent) The job of the Men In Black is not to police the aliens on Earth or make sure there aren’t too many here; it’s to keep those aliens safe, keep their identities a secret and stop anyone who actually IS breaking the law from ruining things for everyone else.

brilliant