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weeb-polls-with-pip · 3 months

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Autistic Anime Boys Round 3 Match 13

Propaganda:

Jotaro -

"Jotaro Kujo is so incredibly autistic he causes a man to have a full-on mental breakdown over a game of cards because his poker face is fucking IMPENETRABLE. He’s incredibly perceptive and his Stand, Star Platinum, is so exact they can sketch an exact recreation of a fly in the background of a dark photo. His special interest is the ocean. Honestly all you have to do is read his official character bio to see that he “doesn’t think it’s necessary to deliberate show emotions. He assumes that anyone can tell what he’s feeling just by looking at him.” His autism swag is OFF THE CHARTS but unfortunately so is his DEPRESSION. He’s rude to his mom but IMMEDIATELY notices when she doesn’t give him a kissy goodbye in the morning and then travels across the world to save her life. He gains incredible power and subsequently incredible trauma at 17 years old and never really recovers from it for the rest of his life. He insists on wearing the same clothes the entire trip to the point of getting an exact copy of his coat made after his first one burns to a crisp. He’ll beat your ass and look cool as hell doing it and then say the stupidest one-liner you’ve ever heard. He’s so angry all the time. He’s a professor of marine biology. He’s a divorcee. He’s a deadbeat dad. He wears the ugliest snakeskin pants and yes they are connected to his shoes. He wears these pants at the age of 39. He will and has torn the world apart to save the people he loves."

Tails -

"Science autistic kid!! Remember my 9 year old self seeing him for the first time and going !!!! Me !!!!"

#tumblr polls #autistic anime boys poll #original poll #jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #sonic x #sonic the hedgehog #miles prower #tails #sonic

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mamawasatesttube · 7 months

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I absolutely adore the mentorverse it's so adorable, I've been thinking about it and I can't help but laugh at how Bart would learn of Tim's little ducklings. Like, Bart is implied to be very handsome/cute as an adult, imagine just the fourth-something flash just comes into the room to mess with Tim and suddenly all the kids are awestruck by Bart. Literally everyone has a crush on him and it either kills Tim inside or it just resonates with him. Student 1: I think I have a crush on the Flash dude Tim, nodding his head: yeah me too. Student 2: wait aren't you married- Tim: what's your point? < 🦎 >

jfdklsjlds sorry i have to change this scenario up because i just SO don't think bart will ever be the flash. my mans impulse for life - if he takes up another mantle ever it's mercury and i will die on this hill. he's not barry or wally's legacy; if he's anyone's legacy he's max's!!!! (plus i have never really thought it made sense for bart to be kid flash and then irey to be impulse. why not have irey be kid flash?? her dad's mantle?? impulse was a name so specific to bart i dont think it makes much sense as a mantle to be passed down, tbh. but this is a tangent.)

honestly the funniest thing to me is how in impulse '95 bart as a hero is just generally not that cool and people kinda think he's a dork or whatever. but bart allen the civilian is the coolest guy on the block and everyone likes him so much. his autistic and adhd swag has them all captivated. i think this dynamic should stay for LIFE bc its so funny to me. he's a little hard to deal with for anyone who doesn't already know how to wrangle a speedster and can be unintentionally kinda offputting bc he's so intense as a hero but as just bart he has swag off the charts.

frankly i think at least half of tim's students, in the pre-"TIM IS MARRIED TO SUPERNOVA?!" reveal era, think supernova and impulse are a couple because impulse WILL just sprint up to supernova and smack him on the ass and then steal a bite of the pastry in his hand. and then he'll turn around and come pester tim with like 50 questions a minute like a dog with the zoomies wagging its tail so fast it's a blur. and tim's just... chill with that and also decently good at keeping up??? incredible to watch.

#answers #Anonymous #mentorverse au #🦎 anon

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thelasthalloween · 1 year

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My LGBT MML headcanons

I’ve shared some of these on AO3 but not everyone has seen my AO3 so I’m putting this here

Milo is bi and nonbinary. Gender wise, nonbinary is simply the closest word he has to describe himself but otherwise describes himself as ‘just Milo’. He has no preference whatsoever for pronouns. Murphy’s Law seems to know what his gender is each day even when he doesn’t, because much like when he is sick it ebbs a bit when he feels more feminine.

I see Zack as some form of MLM. Probably questioning at the moment, though. He seems very much like the gay panic type to me (because let’s be real, he’s always panicking).

Melissa is a lesbian who HATES gender roles. I can kinda see her as being cool with she/they pronouns, but my gender headcanon for her is still uncertain.

I know the popular headcanon is that Dakota is bi, but my take is that he’s gay. I personally can’t see him being genuinely attracted to a woman, but I’m not here to judge those who can. Also his t guy swag levels are off the charts. (I am a trans guy and I want his gender so badly so the trans Dakota hc gives me so much joy)

Similar to my headcanon for Dakota, my sexuality headcanon for Cavendish goes against what I’ve seen from others and to me he’s bi. He just doesn’t realize it for a long time due to being autistic. I also love to think he’s nonbinary with a changing pronoun preference, and doesn’t conform to what cis people expect from a nonbinary person. (He keeps his first name and facial hair)

Doof is the trans and bi divorced dad icon we all need. I feel no elaboration is needed.

Now that I think about it, I see every Murphy as bi. We stan a family of disaster bis! Also, what is it with married Dwampyverse men in particular having bi wife energy? (Looking at Martin and Lawrence)

Basically, if a character has shown clear and constant heterosexual attraction, they are most likely bi to me. Also, the only person I can think of at the top of my head as 100% cishet is Orton Mahlson. My main reason being how he saw Cavendish and Dakota’s interactions and p much went “What’s better than this, just guys being dudes”

Gonna get some supporting characters all in one go so this post doesn’t get too long. Amanda is bi. Mort & Chad are gay. Elliot is pan and trans. Mr. Drako is gay and trans. Veronica is WLW. Bradley is gay and doesn’t know it. Brick and Savannah are gay and lesbian solidarity. I’m not talking about Ms. Murawski.

#milo murphy's law #my favorite characters have the longest sections so you can tell who they are #i love all the characters though i swear #also i doubt this will happen but if any homophobes or transphobes interact i will smite you myself

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slightlytoastedbagel · 1 year

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Ok I've changed my mind. I am Twitch Plays Pokemon posting. Time to rant about the blorbos from the 2014 pokemon stream/social experiment.

I first learnt about this silly little thing when I saw a few things about people ranting about how cool it was. So I looked into it and instead of falling in love with the original I fell in love with what came after. Still love the original though, love how a bunch of people came together to create that story from what happened.

Also, I swear that literally any of the characters from the first year, at the very least, would be generally well liked if they were more well-known. Possibly some from the 2015 and 2016 stuff as well. Especially Baba. Tumblr would love Baba.

I don't really know what else to say, so I'm gonna just rant about some of my favs:

Alice is so incredibly cool. She died and then her dad became an evil mastermind to bring her back by essentially resetting the timeline. When she learnt about it she went against him and worked on returning the world to its original state. She is also a massive science nerd and has an undying curiosity for literally everything.

Cly is more or less the Barbie of the pokemon universe. She can do anything, like beating everyone who came before her in a pokemon tournament. And catch multiple legendaries just casually roaming about Unova. And be the first person to (almost) have a full team of level 100s. And she is also a pop idol and an actress. And she is trans. The girl of all time I love her never-ending swag. She would be besties with Hatsune Miku I know it.

Finally is AJ. He is so incredibly fucked up but somehow still manages to be The Normal One (debatable) because he hasn't sort-of died at one point and isn't related to any eldiritch horrors. He ran up a mountain to fight the Squid God because he was being a little bitch (he was 10 at the time). Said God's followers kept going after his best friend (the alligator who shoots lasers out of his eyes) because he was too powerful. He only has 5 pokemon in his team because the unofficial 6th member is actually his other best friend's pokemon. His autism swag is off the charts. His role in the story after killing God is to show up everyone now and then to mildly inconvenience whichever poor kid is currently going through The Horrors. He has so much rage. He is possibly my favourite character ever.

So yeah. Hope you enjoyed my insanity.

#bagel's rambles #i am not sorry for this and it will happen again #feel free to ask anything if you want i am always willing to rant about my somewhat niche little interest #i may not be fully correct on everything but i will try

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fashiontrendin-blog · 6 years

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5 Legit Ways To Look Good In A Tracksuit

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5 Legit Ways To Look Good In A Tracksuit

In hindsight, this was inevitable. Ever since Mad Vlad Putin was snapped pumping iron in a pair of £2,000 Loro Piana joggers, we’ve been moving inexorably to the day when men could wear matchy-matchy sportswear for activities other than rolling snitches into the East River. To Armie Hammer in Adidas Originals, 2 Chainz in full-look Gucci and Alex Turner in his bespoke, baby blue number from Aussie designer Ray Brown.

It’s a weird and wonderful world, but we’re onboard. Menswear offers up its share of ridiculous trends, but few that have comfort so baked in. And as with almost everything we wear these days, you can thank rap for that. “The tracksuit trend partly stems from the rise of the word ‘cozy’ as an adjective in terms of a clothing aesthetic, from around 2013 onwards,” says Andrew Brines, buyer at Oki-Ni.

For proof, peep the A$AP Mob’s Cozy Tapes, the first of which opens with an ode to being, “sweatsuited up […] terry cloth and all that shit”, before flipping rap’s normal braggadaccio script as Juicy J and A$AP Rocky do battle over whose wardrobe is snuggliest. “Came through with the real good, goose-down bubble jacket with the snow boots […] Outfit so fly, fell asleep before he left the house.”

The tracksuit is that sentiment dialled up, a flex that says you’re so beyond dress codes, expectations, social decorum, that coziness is all you care about when perusing your wardrobe of a morning. As Seinfeld’s George Costanza once dreamed, “I would drape myself in velvet if it were socially acceptable.” Thanks to hip hop and Alessandro Michele, two decades on, it is.

A few trends converge in the tracksuit, the big one being athleisure, which has morphed from wearing Air Max with your suit into going to work dressed like a football coach. But there’s also fashion’s current obsession with the 70s and the 90s, two decades that saw sportswear transcend, y’know, sport, and grime’s second wind, which saw kids in trackies take over the charts.

Because, of course, tracksuits never left – they were just out-of-bounds once they’d become the uniform for weed-slinging kids round the back of the supermarket. Until, at the turn of the 2010s, they inspired a slew of men who were suddenly sick of their double-monks to dress all the way down, to distinguish themselves from all those (other) Pitti poseurs.

“Menswear entered a new phase, dominated by synthetic materials, sportswear and the notion of being comfortable in one’s clothes,” says Brines. “But tracksuits’ popularity didn’t happen overnight.” First came luxury cozy, courtesy of Tomas Maier at Bottega Veneta, which trickled-down and morphed from cashmere into polyester. As designers sought ways to keep pushing the envelope, we got side-stripe trousers, drawstring suits and finally, inevitably, a wholesale embrace of the head-to-toe tracksuit.

That said, we’re still near the bleeding edge here and the full-look look is riddled with tripwires. “For a first step, wear it as separates,” says Brines. “Second, don’t wear tight-fitting trousers. Some of the 70s poly tracksuits form the outline of one’s genitalia and no one wants to see that.” Channel that roomier, 90s silhouette instead. Thirdly, expect to weather comparisons to Tony Soprano.

Five tracksuit looks to try

The Off-Duty Athlete

OK, sure, you’re not actually going to wear your tracksuit for sport. But brands with sweat in the DNA have attempted to de-ridiculise them by cleaving tight to their OG function. Tommy Hilfiger and Perry Ellis went all Olympian in their SS17 collections, with red, white and blue tracksuits that would look as good in the garden or parading around an opening ceremony. The trick here is to wear yours with other sporty-not-sportswear staples, like trainers you’d never take near a treadmill, or plain black hoodies in fabrics too nice to spoil in a gym. Just steer clear of the sweatbands, Chas Tenenbaum.

Logomania

Fashion’s current penchant for putting logos on any available surface has found particular fruit in the tracksuit, since for canny designers it’s basically a head-to-toe block of background. Gucci’s versions are particularly egregious, unless you’re a fan of interlocking Gs covering your entire body, but down near the accessible end you can embrace similar branding by taping legs and arms in Adidas’ stripes, or Nike’s swoosh. The sportswear boom’s also been manna for so-terrible-they’re-cool-again brands; if you want to rep your love for Kappa, Ellesse or Sergio Tacchini, you’re spoilt for choice.

The Streetwear Suit

If you’ve got the leisure time to spend your Wednesday queuing outside Supreme, odds are you don’t own an actual suit. The tracksuit fills the gap, offering as much clout as something from Savile Row did for your dad, for a (slightly) more reasonable price. Supreme’s the don, of course, although best get your bots ready to stand any chance of copping both parts. But Palace’s hook-ups with Adidas, or premium spins from brands like LA’s Palm Angels and Japanese brand Needles (which was among the first to tap the trend, back in 2014), are ideal anytime you need to stunt on some fuccbois.

Retro Sportswear

Think Run DMC then, or Armie Hammer now, who until he retired the look this year had 70 in rotation. It’s all about brands with on-the-pitch cred – Nike, Adidas, Umbro – worn in ways that say, “I could do a Cruyff turn right now but I’ve got places to be.” To pull this off, it helps to have a body that backs that statement up – if you’re carrying a few extra then this look quickly tips into Mafia not-quite-made man.

The Influencer

Part of the tracksuit’s appeal is how tapped out it looks from the concerns of everyday men. In a world in which you can wear anything to work, odds are you still can’t wear a tracksuit. So for anyone who does, because their work entails posting to Instagram from a private jet, the tracksuit is a badge of honour, a sign that you exist on a different plane. For this to work, your tracksuit needs to cost more than an actual suit – Gucci is the go-to, but Balenciaga also does a neat line in logo-emblazoned, first-class-loungewear. Accessorise with a selfie stick and then boast about your air miles.

The Best Tracksuit Brands

Adidas

Why look further? The three stripes’ tracksuits spent the 00s propping up Sports Direct, but are now a legit choice for drill crews, the Made In Chelsea cast, and anyone in-between. If your tastes lean towards the former, make like Skepta and wear yours black, ideally with murdered-out logo. If you want something that’s going to pop on Instagram, then look to its collabs with brands like Alexander Wang and Gosha Rubchinskiy.

Buy Now: £64.95

Kappa

Quite how Kappa went from forgetting to celebrate its own centenary in 2016 to collaborating with what-how-much? brands like Marcelo Burlon County of Milan, we’ll never know. But either way, the Italian sportswear brand is riding high again (at least until the tracksuit bubble bursts). You don’t have to pay designer prices to cop some of that cred, though; in the UK at least, the brand’s been on fumes so long that wearing one of its standard logo-striped sets lends you look that mix of irony, nostalgia and in-the-know that’s so hot right now.

Buy Now: £25.00

Lacoste

With all its sportswear bona fides, Lacoste’s tracksuits are the kind you could wear while warming up before the French Open, but the brand’s Gallic flair mean they pair just as well with a glass of chablis once the game’s over. Go for plain(ish) shades and your tracksuit will work just as well as separates, which doesn’t just give it extra life, but also means that you can break it out on those days that the full look feels a touch OTT.

Buy Now: £190.00

Cottweiler

Tailor of choice to Skepta, FKA Twigs and Jamie XX, Cottweiler is the thinking man’s tracksuit brand. That’s because designers Ben Cottrell and Matthew Dainty approach sportswear with love, reimagining the clothes they wore as kids in space-age fabrics and novel new details, like elastic-cinch sleeves of sheer panels. While other brands are content to make silk joggers and stick a four-figure price tag on, in Cottweiler’s hands they evolve. If it turns out sci-fi was right and we all end up in jumpsuits, we can imagine Cottweiler crafting them.

Buy Now: £365.00

Palm Angels

LA’s hottest streetwear brand is half California surfer, half Soho House-resident creative. Its tracksuits nail that nexus with louche cuts that you could slip on straight out of the sea, in fabrics you’d never allow near saltwater. It’s not a brand for wallflowers – head-to-toe prints on offer this season include camo, tartan and palm trees, while block colour-fans can step out in lavender or hot pink. With fans like A$AP Rocky and Migos’s Offset, they come with swag by the bucket.

Buy Now: £349.00

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junker-town · 7 years

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Arnold Palmer wanted to share his house full of memories with you

It’s all there in Latrobe, where he worked out of an office filled with history down the street from a barn filled with memories.

Standing in the middle of a barn packed high with ... stuff, I wondered how in the world you fit a lifetime of memories in what amounted to a large three-car garage. And why. Why did Arnold Palmer keep 50 years of memories, trinkets, letters, and golf clubs, strewn about in basements of houses he owned before he collected them all together and had them organized in what is essentially a small barn?

Maybe that was part of his charm — if you sent him something, he kept it, and the proof is in boxes stacked high above racks of memorabilia, containing every piece of fan mail he’s ever received and a copy of everything he’s sent back. He built a loyal following, Arnie’s Army, and he cared after it like a family. You were sending something to a person, and he’d take the time to acknowledge that.

And I guess that’s how a dog clock ended up in the warehouse. The confused, quizzical look on my face was quickly met with affirmation that, yes, it’s a dog clock. It didn’t work either, because dogs have noses, and noses get in the way of clock hands.

He bought Latrobe Country Club, the course he grew up helping his dad maintain. He bought up houses, surrounding himself with friends from high school and family. When his wife liked a barn nestled between some trees adjacent to the course, he bought that too, and restored it.

But I don’t think Mr. Palmer’s collections had any great meaning or were part of The Brand — The King, the tastemaker for a generation and beyond. He surrounded himself with happy things, with memorabilia, equipment, and trinkets from a hell of a life. They just happened to influence him, and if you spend enough time in there you can trace through his life and career in a story told without words.

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Last September, a group of four of us were standing on the first tee box at Latrobe Country Club when Golf Channel host Charlie Rymer wandered over from the clubhouse to strike up conversation. Rymer was serving as a host at the Latrobe Classic, a charity event for neonatal care at the Winnie Palmer Hospital for Women & Babies. He had just been chatting with Mr. Palmer, he said, and it was clear something had sparked his interest.

Like a waterfall, a trove of information about grips spilled out of Rymer’s mouth. Ah, I thought, they were talking about tinkering, and it seemed to leave Rymer excited. Rymer could tell the difference between three layers of tape and two, he said, and each grip needed to be prepared and attached in very specific ways. If any of them were just a little bit off, the whole operation was in jeopardy. Golfers are a weird bunch, and Mr. Palmer could spark the imagination of the nerdy just as well as he could make small talk with world leaders or some regular person who happened to run into him.

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Arnold Palmer was a master tinkerer, something that’s readily apparent while gazing around the barn and the workshop in his office. There you’ll find stacks of clubs, some still in buckets, others neatly organized, and still others strewn about on a wall. There’s tools and grips and adhesives, and just about anything you’d need to mess with a club. Nobody dares touch that workshop, despite the tangled mess of metal, tape, and tools strewn about.

The 12,000 or so clubs in The Barn are neatly arranged in a single aisle, all carefully organized and cataloged by a college kid over a few summers some decades ago. That college kid was our guide around the warehouse this September, and is a VP at the company and one of Mr. Palmer’s closest assistants. In a room adjacent to his Mr. Palmer’s office, the clubs sat strewn about all over the place, and you can still see the remnants of that habit in the workshop, where the buckets still exist, even as an entire wall serves as a club holder.

He collected everything and fiddled with it, and would be happy to tell you about what he learned while doing so.

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Arnold Palmer wasn’t the best ever on the course, or even in his generation, though that shouldn’t sell his ability or accolades short. Jack Nicklaus takes the greatest-ever honor, and professionals are still chasing his records -- and may be forever.

Off the course, though, Palmer was a force. His charismatic personality and dad-chic exterior were cool. Or, at least I think they were: Palmer in his prime was well before my time, but ... look at this man:

[stares in awe at the off-the-charts mid-century dad swag levels here] http://pic.twitter.com/R30cgj3J8P

— SPENCER HALL (@edsbs) September 26, 2016

Jack became more of a golf tastemaker, pouring his time into designing courses and making a fortune along the way. Palmer, on the other hand, built a brand as a life tastemaker. He licensed his name and racked up endorsements, eventually expanding globally. It’s all built on the name, the personality, the brand of The King. If he thought something was cool or good, well, it probably was cool and good to the generation he grew up with.

His most famous invention, though, and the one that’s made millions is the result of tinkering. It’s simple, and not particularly revolutionary: One part lemonade and one part iced tea makes an Arnold Palmer. It’s something he liked, and something he made millions of Americans like with him.

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His office is a small, unassuming home set back at the end of a cul-de-sac. As we drove up, its only remarkable feature was the painting of an umbrella above the front door. Inside the office, though, are more collections. This is where the important pieces live: Trophies from majors, historic photos, and, of course, where the work gets done.

There’s an entire case of keys to cities, packed to the brim. The entryway and converted living room reveal major trophies and pieces of history, tucked amongst stacks and cases of memories. Stand between the two sections of the room and you can see both an engraved piece of wood from the Eisenhower tree and clubs belonging to Dwight Eisenhower. The two are connected forever, even if the tree was undefeated against the president.

And there are the people: Longtime assistants and friends, including Doc Giffin, who will come greet you with a smile and a hello while you’re there. They’ve all been around and are responsible for some part of the day-to-day operation, but also seem to serve a dual role as friends and confidants.

In the back of the house, behind a set of large wooden doors, sits his office. As we were about to leave, the doors opened and we were ushered in. "Take off the hats or he’ll give you shit," was our brief warning before we shuffled sheepishly towards the door where a friendly, recognizable man in a green sweater bellowed at us to come on in, expecting us to make ourselves comfortable.

This is where the charisma part marries with the tinkerer. As we stood in awe of the situation we found ourselves in, he dutifully pointed out photos and memories hung on the walls, taking his time to make sure we saw the important moments and understood. It was a warm and flowing conversation that put everyone at ease, and had nothing to do with anything important.

He pointed out more of those collections, including books strewn about everywhere in bookcases and on shelves. He had started collecting them, he said, until it got out of hand and became difficult. There was somewhere to be, and an event to appear at, but he didn’t seem to care — in the 15 or so minutes we spent in the office, he made it feel like we were the most important people in the world. It was like he was trying to impress us, not the other way around.

And almost sheepishly, he noted the piles of golf memorabilia piled and scattered about. He had some work to do, and a bunch of things to sign. It was two days after his 87th birthday and he was still making sure the autographs got done.

He asked if we had any questions, the four of us staring blankly while put on the spot. And again, gentle ribbing: Mr. Palmer telling us we had him right there so we should make the most of it. The only thing anyone could stammer out was a request to shake his hand.

"Of course," he said, shaking hands and smiling a wide-eyed grin as he thanked us for dropping by his place.

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