It’s funny because Malfoy’s has all sorts of comments and then you scroll down and it’s just Harry doing his thing.
(Source: holly-defies-gravity, via lupinatic)
- me during a star trek hiatus: there are a lot of problems with the new films, like the sexism, relative lack of diversity, total absence of lgbtqiap+ characters, general loss of the ethos of peace and tolerance intended in the original series in favour of becoming a generic action war series
- me when new content comes out: DO-DO, DO-DO-DO-DO, DO-DO, DO-DO DO-DO, DO-DO, DO-DO DO-DO, DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE, BAAAAH, BAAH bAAAH BAAAH BAAHH, BAAAAH bAAAh baAAh baAA bahhh, BAAAAh, BAAAAH baaah bAaaH baaah bAAAAAAh, BAAAAAAAAH
hello! I don’t know if anyone has already made a post about this before, but I just stumbled upon this app made specifically for when you’ve gone into a nonverbal anxiety attack!!!
it was made by Jeroen De Busser who is an autistic computer science student.
the app is really easy to use! all you do is open it and hand your phone to someone you need to communicate with during an attack but physically cannot, and it shows this cool little alert for the person to read, and then it takes them to an easy to use chat (that looks a lot like texting! except both of you are communicating using the same device).
the alert message is completely customizable and you can have it say whatever you need!
the app is called Emergency Chat and it’s available in the Apple Store and google play store.
I highly recommend it to anyone who might need it :)
OH MY GOD?!?!?? BOOST
That’s so bootiful!
thank you so much for this because i never know what to do when i cant talk to people and they just start trying to ask me questions and its really hard to force myself to say i cant talk and stuff. im definately getting this right now
(Source: carriefiisher, via academicfeminist)
Snack-sized Dorito.
HE’S SO TINY NEXT TO THE SHAQ
Jesus Shaquille’s bicep is like the size of Chris’s entire head.
that is the face and the body language of a man who is not used to feeling small
(via academicfeminist)
Part the second, in which Eponine never learned to take no for an answer, and Grantaire is very put-upon.
Obligatory day two reblog.
excerpt from current writing:
He helped save their people and all he wants in return is a place to swear himself to–to belong. Padmé cannot imagine why the Jedi would think such a person wasn’t worth keeping, but at this point, it’s their loss and Naboo’s gain.
Her gain, she admits to herself as she enters the training room to see Yané and Cordé working with Anaké, who is wearing plain, simple linens that don’t match today’s handmaiden robes. He’s already seen the palace tailors, but even a Naboo tailor can’t turn out a full wardrobe in half a ten-day, so for now he only has what he brought with him and a few basic outfits quickly altered to fit. They notice her immediately–it would be hard not to, since she came flanked by Sabé, Rabé, Eirtaé, and Dormé–and Anaké perks up noticeably. Padmé smiles at him in greeting, and he beams back.
“Padmé!” he says delightedly as he runs up to her, then balks and corrects himself with an embarrassed expression–“I mean, Your Majesty. Sorry.”
“It’s all right. It’s only us here,” Padmé reassures him with another smile. She would let Anaké call her “Padmé” all the time, honestly, but it does put a bit of a kink in the decoy arrangement when she’s wearing Amidala, and he’s already been very eager to fall in line with the others’ manners anyway. “We can’t stay long, we’re afraid. We’ve just come to see how your first day is proceeding.”
*reverent*
I love this AU.
For anyone in SoCal or the Southwest, excessive heat warnings have been issued for Phoenix, LA, Las Vegas and record temperatures have already been recorded. Stay safe this week and make sure you’re aware of the signs of heat stroke and heat exhaustion!
Y'all stay safe in this hot
(Source: shrykosann, via yea-lets-do-this-shit)
John Mulaney | The Salt & Pepper Diner
THE BEST JOKE IN EXISTENCE
GOD I JUST TOLD SOMEONE ABOUT THIS STORY
This is one of the best pieces of comedy that I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing. I love this. I have been looking for this online for awhile.
[Audio transcription: I wanted to tell you one story. Uh. This is the story of the best meal I’ve ever had in my life, okay. Happened when I was eleven years old in Chicago, IL where I grew up. I went to a place called the Salt & Pepper Diner, uh, with my best friend John. We walk into the diner one day, and they had a jukebox there, okay? And the jukebox was three plays for a dollar. So we put in 7 dollars and selected 21 plays of of Tom Jones’s What’s New Pussycat. And then we ordered and waited.
Here’s the thing about when, uh, What’s New Pussycat plays over and over and over and over and over again. The second time it plays, your immediate thought is not ‘hey someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again.’ It’s ‘hey, What’s New Pussycat is a lot longer than I first thought. The third time it plays you’re thinking maybe someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again. The fourth time it plays you’re either thinking ‘whoa someone just played What’s New Pussycat FOUR TIMES or at least someone played it twice, and it’s a really long song.’ So the fifth time is the kicker, alright?
Now, John and I we’re watching the entire diner at this point, alright? Most people have gotten wind as to what’s going on. And we’re staring at this one guy and he’s sitting in like a booth with his stupid kids jumping around, and he’s like staring at his coffee cup like this, and he’s been onto us since the beginning. And he’s sitting there, and his hand is shaking, and he had this look on his face like, aw, like he had just gotten his thirty day chip from anger management. And he’s staring like this, and the fourth song fades out. It’s dead quiet. Then, I don’t know if you know this, but the song begins very quietly…
BWAAAH BWAAAAAH WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT and he goes GOD DAMN IT and pounds on the table, silverware flies everywhere, and it was fantastic. But a word about my best friend John and what a genius he was because when we first walked into the diner, okay? When we first got there and I’m punching in the What’s New Pussycats alright? I’ve punched in like 7 at this point then John says to me ‘hey hey hey before you punch in another What’s New Pussycat let’s drop in one It’s Not Unusual.’
Oh yes. That is when the afternoon went from good to great. After seven What’s New Pussycats. In a row - It played seven times. Suddenly - Dum da dum, IT’S NOT UNUSUAL and the sigh of relief that swept through the diner. People were so happy. It was like the liberation of France. You know for years scientists have wondered can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’s It’s Not Unusual and the answer is yes you can. Provided that it is preceded by seven What’s New Pussycats. It’s true. Dead honest.
And on the other hand. When we went back. Holy shit. It’s Not Unusual fade out. It’s dead quiet. BWAAAH BWAAAAH WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT people went insane. People went out of their minds. No one could handle it. No one could handle it. And they were surrounded by this seemingly indifferent staff that was just like ‘yup some crap as always.’
They unplugged the jukebox after eleven plays. And that was the best meal I ever had.]
reblogging again coz this time it has audio transcription (bless you) and it’s still forever hilarious omg
(Source: secretoctopus, via im-lost-but-not-gone)
If you’re a writer and you see this post, stop what you’re doing.
WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS POST ON YOUR DASH, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND WRITE ONE SENTENCE FOR YOUR CURRENT PROJECT.
Just one sentence. Stop blogging for one minute and write a single sentence. It could be dialogue, it could be a nice description of scenery, it could be a metaphor, I don’t care. The point is, do it. Then, when you finish, you can get back to blogging.
If this gets viral, you might just have your novel finished by next Tuesday.
Goddamn it, it’s back.
If it stays back, I might manage to finish a third story this year. Jesus.
I swear, this is now my only writing motivation.
BACK AGAIN??? Sigh.
Okay, sorry if anyone gets sick of this, but it’s the best way for me to get myself to write.
(via littlestartopaz)
