Life is a struggle, a scuffle,
a conflict, a clash, a fight,
a stumble, a fall.

Life is a tug of war,
a breathing exercise;
you bring things in
and you let them go.

Life is an iron scale that takes
decades to even out;
for every mournful death,
we find the joy of rebirth.

Life brings constant disruption
to my ink stained hands
and leaves my scratched
out heart in disarray.

—  Monday Morning Reflection - j.b.
Forgotten Faces || thepriceofcompassion

Damon slowed as his Camaro crossed the Mystic Falls town line. He rolled down the window, breathing familiar air. He heard a scream and within moments, the scent of blood filled his nostrils, making his stomach gurgle. Mystic Falls was always quiet…except for the occasional vampire. Stefan was the only other vampire that was supposed to be in town…and he wasn’t on a ripper binge. So…who was encroaching on their territory?

Damon pulled over, shutting off the car and shoving his keys into his pocket in annoyance. Figures he’d been in town for two whole minutes and already had to deal with something. He reached for a branch, breaking it off as he approached the source of the scuffle. 

He saw a girl, fighting off what was clearly a vampire. She was bleeding…but surprisingly…not losing. She was keeping up her end quite well. A car passed, shining headlights onto the battle and he saw her face. Katherine. How was that possible? Katherine was under the church. That was the whole reason he’d come back. But he couldn’t deny it. She was standing right in front of him. 

He lurched forward, jumping between Katherine and the vampire. Without hesitation, he drove the branch into the heart of the vampire and it fell to the ground. “Katherine.” he breathed, spinning around. “What were you doing? Are you hurt?” he asked worriedly. 

Whenever I think of AUs where Petra survives the 57th expedition, I think of her and Levi being previously engaged to each other before hand and promising to marry once the expedition is over. However, a few people happen to oppose a marriage between the two of them.

Mike speaks honestly and says that Levi only likes Petra because she’s pretty, which admittedly, Nanaba and Erwin agree with. They can see why Petra likes him, but not why Levi likes her. Therefore, it can only be assumed that looks are his main reasons of attraction.

On the expedition, during the direct scuffle with the female titan, Petra only manages to survive with the slickest stroke of luck in the world. She narrowly avoids being violently kicked into a tree with a quick release of gas with her gear, but not at the cost of her flying straight up into the air at a very fast pace and ending up ramming herself right into the tree’s branches instead. All in all, Petra hits her head on the tree bark and only survives at the cost of passing out and hanging in spot while Eren transforms and fights. 

It’s debatable whether the fact that she never got to see her entire squad die in front of her eyes is a good thing or a bad thing. 

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It’s closing a window that’s been open for as long as you know.
It’s become a sign of familiarity, a sign of comfort.
It’s offered a cool, slight breeze, melodic sounds of nature, the bathing light of the sun day after day.
But over time the window has fallen apart,
it lets rain in,
You find leaves throughout the room,
Insects nestle into the room as they prepare for the cold front.
The window begins to squeak in angry protest at the slightest touch.
You find yourself wanting to close it, board it up as it is of no use, it has run it’s course.
You want to be rid all these unpleasant disturbances.
But you can’t bring yourself to get rid of that one piece of home.
The window sill with markings, chipped wood, scuffles and coffee cup rings, where novels have lain.
You look at it and see memories, small, insignificant but comforting memories.
And then the rain comes again, leaves rushing and dirtying the room, insects crawling about.
And you’re reminded why this window is of no use to you anymore.
No matter what value it holds to you, it is offering nothing but unpleasantries.
You can’t live off of memories or ignore the present because of them.
So you close it,
board it up.
This window is a relationship that’s run it’s course.
All the memories may engulf you in a warm embrace, but
There is no good left in the now.
There is nothing left for you.
So close it, board it up
And find a new source of light.

Christopher Titus

I like hearing the truth, even if it’s uncomfortable. I was enjoying some stand-up comedy videos this morning (that’s what I do now). A funny wild-man named Christopher Titus was the last one I watched. He got into a story about how he decided one day that he could take on his dad. Unfortunately, his dad gave him a good beating. The comic obviously looks back on this time fondly, and I wondered if he even understood that having a fist-fight with Dad is not always well-received or understood by some people. Still the audience seemed to enjoy his story.

Christopher went on to talk about how he and his dad were actually closer after the scuffle, which Christopher didn’t understand. This is just something that most people wouldn’t discuss in front of a large crowd. But I admire the guy for telling like it was, and being able to laugh about it.

I know I’m just as messed up as Christopher, but I don’t think I care any more than he does. I too drew the line with my dad, when I was a senior in high school. Much of my childhood, he was out of control and physically violent, without ever once apologizing. A couple of the beatings left little painful reminders that I still live with. I did not ever plan to hit him but I knew that some day I wouldn’t take any more of it. When the unannounced punch to the face came that night, I didn’t think. I just swung back.  Now I was committed.  The rest of the family went scurrying,  What came out of our confrontation was a lot of knocked over furniture and broken glass, but also, a new sense of respect from my poor old dad. 

It ended in a standoff, and we both sat down. Almost immediately after the fight my dad said he always knew this was comng, and he understood. He said that he’d done the same thing with his dad.  We became closer that night than we ever had been. He never laid a hand on me again. True white trash at it’s finest.

I thank Christopher Titus for having the guts to laugh about his ordeal,and for reminding me that I never want to forget all the things in my life that made me who I am. For better or worse, so be it.

though to be fair as much as i want to play zeus up as a good guy he does have that kind of subconscious desire to have a big ol scuffle he is just a big divine frat boy at the end of the day and he already gets laid enough so now he’s just gotta tussle and fightttt. 


Colin (Kaepernick) scrambles out of bounds, you get the personal foul play. You talk about launching, you talk about a clothesline to the neck area when our quarterback is 6-7 feet out of bounds… I was kind of struck.

I looked at it with my own eyes, I could see two punches thrown to Joe’s (Staley) head. Well, one punch and one open slap. If you’re going to go to the face, come with some knuckles.

I think that young man (Clay Matthews) works hard on being a tough guy, he’ll have some repairing to do to his image after the slap. All in all, there were a lot of things going on in that stretch. That certainly was a cheap shot.”

- 49ers Head Coach Jim Harbaugh on “The Clothesline

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