#rep suit

[emperorkenobi]

freaking out to my gf about the new rep suit and she only said "the other one finally ripped too much"

[ourstolenlullabiess]

The superior rep suit

[oh-my-damn]

I'm not saying Taylor is definitely going to swap out Florida!!! on the setlist for I Did Something Bad now that she left Florida....

what I am saying is that the Florida!!! performance takes 4.30 minutes, and I Did Something Bad is 3.58 minutes in its entirety on the album...... which means she could easily substitute it, without adding or losing any time.... and that she did add almost 5 minutes without warning, to the show, when she included Florida!!!..................

and I'm not saying there's going to be a third rep suit.........

what I am saying is that she wore 3 rings during the Look What You Made Me Do music video..... and that those rings were red, gold and silver, in that order, on her hand..... and that travis, when asked about the new rep suit on a podcast, replied, "was it gold?"

i'm not saying a lot of things......... I also am saying a lot of other things that surely won't mean anything

the fact that the rings are skipping a finger could also mean she will not introduce the new rep suit until indy... skipping a city...... also i personally think if we will get an announcement, it will be for debut.... but i also think its a crime that we'd never get I Did Something Bad on the setlist and I just know Taylor agrees bc we're close like that

[sage-lights]

you’re kidding me. amanda lehan-canto met the teletubbies. at rupaul’s dragcon no less. what is life, this is incredible.

[hylasregilla]

Them together DO U UNDERSTAHND

[paynomindtotheinsanity]

halloween is approaching! i think it'd be neat to see your take on zim & dib's costumes, assuming they'd be willing to celebrate :)

[probablyanalienindisguise]

fav asexual robot

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

[get-them-out-of-my-skull-0914]

Ray Winters Misha appreciation post

I hate the picture quality omg

There’s so much more I love about Misha specifically and this production in general but that would be way too long

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

NEW Reputation bodysuit! Photo credits: Taylor Swift & Getty @tstourtips (Instagram) & @taylornation, @taylorswift

[oh-my-damn]

that last pic is literally the calm before the storm

she knew the next time we would see her she was going to be walking out in A BRAND NEW REP SUIT and change all of our lives for the better

IM WONDERSTRUCK RUSHING ALL THE WAY HOME

[ray-winters]

May I offer you an HD clip of Majestic Rep's closing night Uranium Suite in these trying times? (Will have to upload Minor Turn separately)

[radi0range]

happy belated birthday to my son, he just turned 9 years old (points to a depressed 36 year old man)

HAPPY 9TH ANNIVERSARY SOMA!

[wouldvecouldveshouldve]

as the eras tour comes to a close, reblog with your fav outfit that taylor's worn onstage

[kaizuart]

♠️ Ten and Jack of Spades ♠️

Jack's here! He's knocking the ten spades out of the way to arrive in a bang!

Link to campaign!

[eurydiceauxenfers]

Ranking Brooklyn 99 Characters Based on How Autistic They Are

PSA: This is not a serious discussion about autism representation in the media or even just in Brooklyn 99, this is a joke. I am an autistic person making a joke. I am fully aware that none of the characters were intended to be autistic. I'm also fully aware that having some traits commonly associated with autism does not necessarily mean a person is autistic, and vice-versa.

Jake Peralta- ADHD Kiiiiing! Probably not autistic though, his executive functioning issues and occasional infodumping can easily be attributed to the aforementioned ADHD. B Tier.

Amy Santiago- Socially anxiety, hyperfixations, infodumping, strictly regimented routines and most importantly so much stimming. She has a happy happy dance! She obsessively braids her hair and hums songs when she's nervous! A Tier.

Rosa Diaz- Probably not autistic, the best people skills/cognitive empathy of the cast (she's very stonefaced but I think she's just repressed), doesn't seem to have any obvious hyperfixations, stims, or sensory issues. C Tier.

Charles Boyle- Excellent candidate for autism. Hyperfixations (weird food, Jake), general extreme lack of social awareness. His weird tastes also suggest some sensory processing atypicalities. Also the similarities between most of the Boyle cousins suggest this behavior is at least somewhat genetic. A Tier.

Gina Linetti- Not autistic, just a narcissist. D-Tier.

Terry Jeffords- Not autistic, seems like token neurotypical. However he did memorize an entire GoT ripoff so. C-Tier.

Captain Raymond Hold- Pure, undiluted, distilled autism. Literally The Most Autistic. We got:

a. The lack of nonverbal communication, stoneface and monotone voice are common in autistic individuals

b. The hyperfixations (classical music, thermometers, etc)

c. The heavy emphasis on following rules and routines in his life (down to exactly how to shake a person's hand)

d. The sensory processing disorders (his meals are extremely bland and he has a distaste for a lot of foods, especially eggs)

e. The autistic play- shown as a child (and adults) playing with model trains with an emphasis on "realism," his macaroni art were graphs.

f. The familial similarities (his mom acts incredibly similar to him, although his sister does not, suggesting his mother shares autistic traits with her son).

In conclusion: S-Tier