#Ari speak

[arealmunited]

Ok but Jing Yuan from Honkai: Star rail as Bester?

[author-a-holmes]

UK perspective here; You're so right. There's a huge difference between disabled and "legally" disabled.

(CW / TW for medical mobility issues related to congenital talipes aka Club Feet)

I have been denied disability benefits twice in my life so far, despite being unable to run at all. I can't kneel or crouch down, and if I fall to the floor, I'm unable to get up again without either assistance, or a chair that I can lift myself onto with my arms.

I'm unable to climb stairs without a handrail either side, unable to walk for more then 20 minutes without having to stop, and there's also the fact that my knees actively dislocate if I strain the joints beyond the above limitations.

Basically, if it requires the knee joints to do, I can't do it. The exception being walking SHORT distances, and very slowly.

This is a result of a conditon I was BORN with, so it's not something that's ever going to get better than it currently is, but I was denied disability benefits and aid when I was in high school, despite my TEACHERS writing in to back up my mobility struggles, and again when I was first signed off as "unfit for work" by the benefits office because of my depression.

So they'll say I can't work because of my mental health, but according to the government, I'm 100% perfectly, physically, capable.

It truly beggars belief.

The last time I applied I scored a zero in every category they test for. A fucking Zero. I could have understood, and maybe rolled my eyes a bit, if I'd simply not scored high enough to qualify for additional help, but to score me zero in every category was just a slap in the face. There are lots of things I simply cannot do, and to score me zero smacked a little too close to calling me a liar. Unfortunately for me, the only way to appeal the decision was to take it to a court tribunal, and I don't have the mental spoons to do that. I'm also 100% certain that's what they rely on.

There's a difference between "disabled" and "legally recognized as disabled," and I just want to give a shout-out to all the other disabled people who don't have formal diagnoses, who don't have access to benefits of any kind, who don't have the ability to use even the shittiest and least-helpful resources, because the process of getting legal recognition for disability sucks ass.

And another shout-out to all the disabled people who purposely avoid getting diagnosed, because official diagnoses can be used against you, and you're unable or unwilling to risk it.

[neonpigeons]

already there. i'm doing my part 🫡

[en-chi-la-da]

still thinking abt them 😔💜

[artzy-ari]

Keanu Reeves voicing Shadow

[arievanille]

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟑𝐃 ≠ 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒.

Please lovelies.. ive seen a lot of blogs plainly saying “ik I can’t be mad bc I’m ignoring the 3D” baby… that is not true, idk why these loa blogs are telling y’all that you have to be completely dull to your emotions just bc it’s from the 3D, that’s actually going to make it harder.

Why ignore human feelings? You’re not a robot, you’re going to be upset when things don’t go your way, you’re going to be mad that it’s not here yet that’s completely normal even if it’s from the 3D.

The point is to know you have it despite being angry you can’t see it. You’re upset because your hair is not long like rapunzel? Baby you are rapunzel, your hair is beautiful okay? You have what you’re manifesting, and it’s totally okay to feel upset or angry, you’re a human not a robot.

I know this probably sounds confusing, “ignore the 3D but not feelings from it?” Sorta. If you ignore your feelings then you’re only bottling everything in and then when you burst you realize you should’ve just let it out days ago.

If you feel like you wanna cry, let it out then come back stronger. Yk? Don’t neglect yourself trying to get something you already have.

[ divider by @i-mmaculatus ]

[arkitiore]

📣📣 Because I see a lot of people enjoying the new Hbomberguy video (and rightly so) but only discussing it in the context of dunking on James Somerton I'd like to highlight THIS:

YouTube playlist he included (that I think a lot of people missed) containing ORIGINAL QUEER CREATORS, AT LEAST ONE OF WHICH HE PLAIGERISED FROM!! 📣📣

[waitforyrlove]

a throwback to this cuz CHRISTOPHER?

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’ve said this before and the people will hate me for repeating it but i am being sooooo fucking serious when i say suguru is a lot more jealous than satoru

[arealmunited]

📎

Original Meme || @lightning-will-bovino

Xanxus is still extremely upset about losing the ring arc, and he decides to break the Varia off from the Vongola and makes them their number 1 enemy.

[xoxochb]

god is a woman and she’s annabeth chase

[scorchedmazes]

welcome back minally

[neonpigeons]

hey food network, quick question for you: who allowed this episode description

[mllersjoel]

you're obsessed

you're obsessed

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!actress!reader

Warnings: swearing, no use of y/n

Summary: jamie tartt fic where he has a huge crush on an actress and sees her at a richmond event and she flirts w him he’s really shy bc he likes her but they hook up after idk

Wordcount: 1.6k

A/N: didnt manage to write any smut bc this was getting way too long teehee :D general warnings for swearing.

writing comms are open!

“Oi, Tartt! Stop stalking your actress and give me some laps,” Roy yells, shaking Jamie from his reverie. Jamie is not stalking her instagram. He’s just not; because a stalker would have notifications on as they obsessively checked their profile at least four times every minute. Jamie is only checking once every five minutes, and he doesn’t even have her notifications on. So there. Suck it, Roy.

“Fine, don’t give yourself an aneurysm,” he mutters, taking a quick minute to stretch before he’s running around the pitch. He just has a crush. That’s all. A little one. He first saw you in some thriller that came out last month, and something about you had him hooked. Initially he thought it was just the character you played, a regular yet charming civilian, pulled into the crime world. After watching (admittedly, way too many) interviews, he realised it wasn’t the character. It was you.

You with your witty remarks and comments. The way you laughed good naturedly and poked fun at your costars. The way you were clumsy and scatterbrained, in a terribly endearing way.

It didn’t help that you were also gorgeous.

So, yeah. Jamie had a slight crush. It was fine, though, because you were currently based in Los Angeles (you were in a new Marvel movie) and had no plans of coming to the UK anytime soon. 

“She’s right fit, though,” Isaac says, nudging Jamie as he runs past. 

Jamie feels his stomach tighten with jealousy before he catches himself. Why was he jealous? He didn’t know you and you probably didn’t even know he existed. Well, maybe you did, because he was sexy and a hot football player. Did you even watch football? Would you watch it if you knew he was in it?

Jamie remembers hearing something about a parasocial relationship from Keeley and resolves to not think about you.

At least while he was training.

***

He’s spraying on cologne in the locker room when Keeley bursts in, all smiles and pep.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!”

“Is everything alright?” Ted asks, breaking away from Coach Beard who as far as Jamie could tell, hasn’t said anything but is managing to have a full conversation with Ted.

“You will not believe who I booked for this years’ Gala!”

Roy’s ears perk up at this as he slides into the conversation. “The Muppets?”

“No, Roy,” Keeley says, exasperated, “not the fucking Muppets. Only the hottest new actress on screen right now!”

At this point, all the boys have gathered around Keeley, jostling each other and trying to see the screen of her phone. Jamie fights his way to the front, and when his eyes focus on Keeley’s phone, he’s pretty sure his heart drops into his stomach.

It was you. There. With your smile and your eyes and your name and a headline.

You were coming to their Gala.

You.

He feels his heart drop into his stomach. This couldn’t be real. Maybe it was a mistype, or someone accidentally said they scheduled you but in reality you were on the other side of the globe. It was faked. It had to be.

He broke away from his team, practically running back to the changing rooms. Opening up your instagram, he pulled up your story. There, you had reposted the announcement.

Oh. Oh fuck.

***

On the day of the Gala, Jamie seriously considers hiring a stylist rather than just going with his gut. He needs to look good. Tonight is most probably one of the most important days of his life. His favourite actress, coming to his club’s Gala. Maybe, if he plays his cards right, you’ll bid on him.

Wait. Who was he kidding? He’s Jamie fucking Tartt. Of course you’ll bid on him. He could wear a trash bag and you’d bid on him, because he is just that fucking sexy.

Right?

He shoots a quick text to Keeley, desperate for a second opinion.

Me:

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thoughts? Xx

Keeley:

Ur hot babes!!

Gonna knock em dead xx

Lose the tie u look like a prick <3

He takes one last look in the mirror, running his hands through his hair. Yeah. He’s gonna show up and be so cool. He’s so cool.

***

They’re taking pictures on the carpet, and everyone can tell Jamie is not all there. He barely tells the paparazzi to take pictures of his good side, following it up with “And that’s any side.” His eyes keep darting around, every scream and shout of delight sending his stomach in knots in case you’re the one to step out of the limousine.

Maybe you just won’t show up. Maybe you were already inside.

He can’t decide which option is worse.

When he’s at the end of the carpet, about to head inside, he hears whistles and screams, different from the ones before. These sound a lot more excited, filled with more adrenaline and anticipation. Or maybe he’s just projecting. 

He turns, and sure enough, you’re there.

Stunning. That’s the only thing he can think of. You smile beautifully at the photographers, working the crowd with ease. It was as if you were friends, had a solid rapport with them with the way you were conversing back and forth.

“Close your mouth. You look like a fucking basking shark,” Roy says, elbowing Jamie in the stomach.

He flinches back, giving Roy a shove in return. “Oi, what was that for?”

“You’re not gonna make a good impression with you gawking like a fucking idiot. Go say hi or something. Be fucking normal.”

Jamie sends Roy an affronted look. “I am normal, you old bastard. Just because we don’t act like how you did in the 1800s doesn’t mean I’m being an idiot.”

Roy just growls, shoving past him into the building.

Jamie takes a step forward to follow when a voice catches his attention.

“Hey! You’re Jamie Tartt, right?”

He turns on instinct, a winning smile already plastered on his face. “I’ll do autographs once—you.”

You raise your eyebrows slightly, waiting for him to go on. “Once I what?”

“You’re, um, you’re her.” He says your name, almost reverently.

Your grin widens, almost giddy. “You know who I am?”

“I follow you—” before he could say more, your manager rushes in behind you, ushering you inside. You wince at him, apologetic, before heading inside.

Jamie stands there, dumbfounded. 

I follow you?  That’s what he had to say? Now he really does sound like a stalker. He scrubs his hand over his face, groaning in disappointment.

He’s gonna make it up to you. He has to.

***

Inside, he sees he’s sat with Ted and Roy as well as a few other people and an empty seat next to him. He largely ignores his own table, trying to catch sight of you and not succeeding in the slightest. He huffs a sigh of annoyance, sliding into his seat.

Ted notices his glum aura, nodding sagely. “It’s the oysters, isn’t it? Because I know they have to try to make the flavour appeal to everyone but adding this much lemon is just downright insultin’.”

“It’s not the oysters, coach.”

Ted frowns. “The placemats? I was never really an eggshell white person myself but—”

“Jamie’s pining over an actress he thinks I don’t see him stalk on insta when he’s supposed to be running drills,” Roy cuts in, tired of Ted’s guessing.

“I’m not pining,” Jamie pouts, crossing his arms in a decidedly not childish way.

Before Roy could get another rebuttal out, the seat next to him is being filled, and once again he sees you, smiling at him. “Actresses are overrated,” you say, placing your napkin over your lap, “trust me.”

Jamie’s blood runs cold, convinced the universe is playing a cruel trick on him. Running into you is an absolute dream, he’d never deny that, but running into you with both Ted and Roy there? He may as well be taken out back and shot.

He must’ve been sitting there agape for too long, because before he knows it, Ted is reaching a hand over and giving yours a shake.

“Ted Lasso, it’s a pleasure to meet ya’. I absolutely loved you in that thriller that came out last June. Had me on the edge of my couch! And I know Jamie here liked it as well, he was bawling a right mess by the end of it.”

You turn to look at Jamie, and having the full force of your attention on him made him nearly choke on air. “Were you really?”

Jamie licks his lips, trying to gain some composure. “Bawling is sayin’ a lot, really. More like a reasonable cry.”

You nod along, clearly not buying it. 

“I’ve been keeping up with your games this season. The goal you scored against West Ham the other day was seriously impressive. You were practically miles away from the net.”

Immediately, Jamie perked up. “You like football?”

“Well, I’m no expert, but I definitely try to watch all your games if I can.”

Jamie leans in, feeling bold and taking your hand in his. “Richmonds games? Or my games?”

You shrug. “Depends on the hair.”

He laughs, leaning back in his chair, body turned towards you. Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.

[artzy-ari]

Shadow trying to hit Sonic with his bike is so fucking funny to me

Like you can see him actively trying to land on him and then when Sonic dodges he just kinda starts to lean away like “well i tried. Anyway,” he’s such a menace i love him so much

[star-burrry]

Thinking about Brennan, Booth, and Sweets again.