(one last thing before i go!!!)

annabathtime  asked:

That's awesome!! I help with an elementary water polo camp and some of the kids ask me "do you like your hair short?" And it's cute because they genuinely mean it!!! And this one little girl (with a similar haircut it looks so good on herrrr she's adorable) came up to me and she was all shy and she said, "I like your hair" and I was so happy omg!! And I was like, "I LOVE yours omg" and she looked all happy omg it was the best thing ever

Awwwww!! 
Ummm the day I got my hair cut short enough to possibly pass, I was about to go on a trip to Tennessee with some friends and I got the haircut and came back to school. So I was heading to the last class I had to go to before leaving and I notice all of my younger friends (including my ftm friend whom i love) in a class. I stopped and stared at them and one of them looked up and sCREAMED. Everyone else looked and they all started yelling compliments at me and my ftm friend locked eyes with me and gave me a very excited thumbs up and it was great -Aaron

Literally what I’m thinking about currently:

Two weeks until my baby shower, and I’m just ready for it to be over so I can continue to buy things for the bebe. Richard had me stop because I reached a point where I was going to start buying things off my registry myself.
I have legitimate reasons for this desire/need to purchase everything myself though. At Liam’s baby shower I literally got nothing, and needed to go out and buy everything a month before my due date, and I would rather be prepared and not have to stress the month before I’m due.
And not be disappointed.

And no one better call me fat like my mother’s fucking cow of a best friend did at my baby shower last time.
Cause I’m liable to fuck a bitch up if that happens again.

29 weeks tomorrow and this lil meatloaf (as Liam calls her)

With my last post about starting to read Lovecraft I’ve got a lot of messages telling me he was a huge racist, so I decided to go read up on that matter to have the full story. Turns out he was a huge racist, and that tarnishes the love I already have after reading only one of his stories, and that kind of sucks. He had backwards thoughts and even for his time was considered xenophobic. The only positive thing I’ve read was that a year before he died, during a correspondence with a friend he said longly that he realized that his ways of thinking up to now was all wrong and that he realized he was a huge asshole. Hopefully, if he didn’t die the following year, maybe he would’ve changed his ways and views, as his letter seemed to have indicated. Was he still a racist? Yeah, no question about that, he was not a good human being; hopefully he would’ve been less of a shit over time, as some people learn to better themselves but sadly we’ll never know. It kind of makes me sad that I’ll never be able to call Lovecraft my favourite author, because he was racist :/

Story 215: Cultural Exchange

The human steps onto the station from her shuttle, and walks into the scanner.  It flashes - no weapons.  I pity her, though there’s nothing I can do for her.  By tomorrow she will be a slave the same as me; the Gaunvans collect ambassadors like trophies.
“Hello there!  Amanda Thorn, ambassador for the Empire of Humanity.  You’re a Ixian, correct?”
Mimicking human body language, I nod my head.  "That’s correct.  Ix Malasan.  It is an honor to meet you.“
She smiles, reminding me again that she has somehow modified herself to breathe atmosphere suited to the Gaunvans rather than wear a respirator like myself.  Other than that she appears to be a standard human, something I am led to believe is less and less common as they pursue the bizarre compulsion humans have to alter their bodies.  Changing hair color, adding pigments to their skins in patterns and pictures, growing long tails or ears that mimic other species from their planet.  No other known species tampers with their bodies like this.
“Not to be undiplomatic, she says, "but the Gaunvans enslaved your people.  Why are you here?”
“We… reached a mutually beneficial agreement.  We would have lost in combat and been eliminated, so we chose to preserve what we could of our culture.  The Gaunvans are not naturally skilled at diplomacy, so they bring me along to assist and to show that peace can be made.”
She nods.  "Understood.  I can respect that choice.  How much freedom do you have, personally?“
Smart of her, to start planning for her future. "A fair amount.  I have free reign on the ship when we are in transit.  At the homeworld I have reasonably comfortable quarters.”
“Have you ever met the Empress, or…?”
“Oh, no.  No, while on the homeworld I am confined to my chambers - but they’re quite spacious.”
“Shame.  Okay, plan ‘A’ then.  Let’s get this over with.”

Despite my attempt at encouraging diplomacy, the Gaunvan commander starts with threats.  I don’t know why I bother.  He looms over the human, chitinous plates almost black in the dim light.  His pod of six is posted around the room, for show more than for actual security since she followed orders and came alone and unarmed.  "Failure to surrender will bring the full wrath of our army upon you.  Humanity will be crushed, and wiped from the universe.“
To her credit, she looks very calm.  "We live in a post-scarcity society.  Bloody conquest just seems silly, doesn’t it?”
“It is for the glory of Gaun!”
“Well, I’m not prepared to get into a religious debate with you,” she says, “since I doubt there’s anything I can do to change your mind.  Since you’re committed to this course of action, what are you willing to offer if we surrender?”
Now he goes back on script.  Maybe I am getting through to him a little?  He talks about the benefits of being enslaved, mainly the protections for up to twelve designated culturally historical sites.  They’ve been mostly good on their word on my homeworld, though they did use the area just outside of the Hahhn Memorial as a waste dump.

She nods as she listens.  There was a part of me that was worried she would argue, because the humans are somewhat childlike.  They don’t understand the horrors of war.  Certainly they fought in the past, but the last time they had to battle was more than two of their generations ago, so these ones have all grown up coddled and soft.  They play games with each other instead, silly competitions.  They make art, and play pretend, and alter their bodies for fun.  They don’t have weapons anymore, and wouldn’t know how to use them if they did.
“Well then,” ambassador Thorn says, “this is about what I expected.  On behalf of humanity, I would like to formally reject this offer.”
Oh no.  Foolish humans.  The galaxy will miss your innocence.  The commander makes an excited clicking noise, looking forward to combat.  He reaches a blade-tipped hand towards ambassador Thorn, but hesitates as every device in the room bleats out an alert - we’ve all lost communications with the outside.

Like one of the dances humans do, she gracefully pivots around while taking his hand.  She ends up close to him and places her other arm against his thorax, then… oh gods. Gods, what… she’s ripped his arm off.  It’s not possible.  The commander is clearly thinking the same thing, staring in mute shock at his dripping limb.
“I’d like to extend a counter-offer,” she says, and flips the arm around before jamming the bladed end into his neck.  The warriors around the room are fidgeting, uncertain.  They haven’t been told to attack, and don’t want to dishonor their commander by intervening in a fight with such a small creature.  She’s still holding the commander’s severed arm in his neck, but she rotates and heaves, lifting him off the ground with it for a moment… and then his head pops off, landing squarely on the conference table.  She allows the corpse to slide to the ground, and straightens her clothes as if they aren’t covered in ichor.

I don’t understand.

The warriors, now with no orders at all, finally act.  She smiles as they come for her, I suppose because she has done her duty to send this powerful message of resistance.  She can die in peace.  Or… no… She’s killing them.  She’s smiling because this is fun for her.  Though they’re partly killing themselves; if there had been two of them, prepared, strategic, they might have prevailed.  Watching six panicked fighters get in each other’s way while trying to stop a smaller, faster, and somehow impossibly stronger foe is almost hypnotic.  At least one is killed by the stab of a friendly lance due to pure confusion.  It’s over faster than I would have thought possible, severed limbs strewn across the room.  I’ve got some fluids splashed across my clothing.  Only one yet lives, and he is retreating.  She seems to be allowing it.

She follows behind, holding a lance.  The wounded and scared warrior scurries down the hallway towards his ship, looking back behind him as he goes.  She’s just… walking.  Calm.  And for some reason I’m following.  The last Gaunvan reaches the airlock and the second he enters his code she throws the lance - throws it! - and spears him.
“Come on, we’re stealing their ship.”  She says it like this is the most normal thing in the world.
“There are thousands more on board!  Thousands!  Almost all warrior caste!”
She smiles again, and keeps walking.  I see errors on the screens that we pass, messages indicating communications have been lost.  They can’t tell anyone what is happening here.  Even the communicators within the ship are on nodes rather than being wired, so the warriors at one end of the vessel won’t be able to coordinate with the other end.  Do they even know they’ve been boarded?
“How?”

We enter the bridge after she kills a handful of other guards with ease.  They’re too shocked by her presence to act in time.  Once the door are sealed and she is working on the control systems she starts talking to me again.
“Well, you know, we do like to be prepared.”
“But you… you ripped his arm off.”
“Yeah, that was super satisfying.”  She looks at me appraisingly.  "Oh, come on.  Is it really that surprising?  You knew we were into changing ourselves, right?  Being strong enough to pop an overgrown bug’s forelimb off isn’t rocket science.“
"Your people are so peaceful…”
“Oh, sure, most of them.  But we did that, too.  Tweaked ourselves over the years to decrease aggression and some of our tribalistic tendencies, increase empathy… all stuff that can be undone if needed.  Though for a good cause even the nicest of us can squish a bug or two.”
“You bond with Ry'ling devourers!”
“Those are the big fuzzy guys that look like cats, yeah?  Those guys are adorable!  But… look, liking some things that could kill us doesn’t mean we’ll sit back and get enslaved.  We didn’t put up with it well when we enslaved each other, and we certainly aren’t going to go for it now that we’re… finally… on the same page about slavery being unacceptable.  It was, uh, a longer time than we like to admit before the last hold-outs were convinced of that one.”

I can feel the ship un-dock.  We’re moving.  "What about all the warriors on board?  They’ll break through the doors eventually!“
"Not according to this control panel here.  Take a look.”
It says there’s no atmosphere in the rest of the ship.  Life signs are negative on all but two of the warriors, presumably the only ones that got to their suits in time.  She disabled all the safety measures, somehow.  She just killed… I check the life signs readout again to confirm the number… three thousand, six hundred, and fourteen soldiers.  Wait, how is it tracking that unless… “Are communications back up?”
“Yeah, I’m calling some friends.  The military is right around the corner, so to speak.”
“But Earth doesn’t have a standing military.”
She laughs.  Not just a little bit.  She’s actually doubled over for a moment, unable to catch her breath.  "Sweet Jeebus, you guys actually fell for that?  No standing military.  Have you read about us at all?“

Three ships appear seemingly out of nowhere, and one docks with the Gaunvan vessel.  Once the atmosphere is restored we head to the airlock to meet them, and I’m surprised by an entire platoon of Gaunvan warriors.  Speaking English.
"Okay boys, send your last goodbyes!  This is in all likelihood a one way mission.  Commander Thorn!  It is an honor to see you again, and might I say you look exquisite drenched in the blood of your enemies!”
She bows to him, blushing, and then salutes the Gaunvans.  Or… humans?  Can they change themselves this drastically?
“You’ve got two holed up in here somewhere.  Bridge is clear, have the techs bring the new brain on board.”
“New brain?”
She looks at me like she’s forgotten that I’m here, and then turns back to the others.  "Men, this is our new friend Ix Malasan who has just been liberated from his captivity.  He’s going to be helping with our intel.  Malasan, yeah, a new brain for the ship.  Once this vessel is cleaned up and back in service with a new crew we’ll be able to take it over whenever we want even if all of our boys get killed.  We cooked up a really sadistic AI for it.“
"But how do you know the protocols?  This was your first contact with the Gaunvans, they’ve never lost a ship anywhere near here!”
“No?  There wasn’t a mining colony disaster two years ago?”
“But that was just an accident… and you weren’t even involved in the war yet… and…”

The faux-Gaunvans have finished boarding.  The one that was talking to them before puts a bladed claw on ambassador - commander - Thorn’s shoulder.  "You coming with?“
"Naw.  Orders said I could only come if they allow ambassadors near extremely high value targets.  Malasan here says they don’t, so I need to wait for my next mission back on Earth.”
“It would have been nice having you with us, Thorn.  Well, maybe we’ll see each other again.  Suicide mission or not, I think I’ve decided to live through it.”
“Bold choice,” she says, and kisses him next to his lower mandibles.
He nods at me, then turns back to his men. “Okay everyone, we are now officially on the job.  And what is that job?”
In unison, they start chanting.

“FUCK! SHIT! UP!  FUCK! SHIT! UP!  FUCK! SHIT! UP!”

For a moment I nearly feel pity for the Gaunvans.  Nearly.  Commander Thorn leads me off of the ship, and I start thinking about what useful information I can provide the ‘harmless’ humans.  Fuck shit up, indeed.

so I’m kind of a sucker for Redemption Equals Death because it’s sad and I’m a sucker for sad. but I also…idk, sometimes I wish it weren’t such an overwhelming trend, not only because All My Faves Wind Up Dead but also because…I want to see more villains actually going through the hard, messy work of redemption, that it can’t just be done and over with, that it’s not as simple as One Good Heroic Act and everything is better. 

I want the awkward and painful and difficult aftermath.

like, what I really want is the villain seeking redemption who is genre savvy enough to go for a redemptive death, figuring that’s their best way out - and who survives, and has to live up to what they meant to be their last act. 

rather than death as the end of a redemptive arc, near-death as the beginning of one.

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MONSTA X for PopTeen (June issue): WONHO

— ALL ABOUT YOU

Q1: What is your normal clothing like?
WONHO: Comfortable, easy to move around in.

Q2: Any hobbies?
WONHO: Exercise. Playing instruments while listening to music. I’m learning piano and guitar right now.

Q3: What is the first thing you do after you wake up?
WONHO: Put on clothes.

Q4: What 3 things would you bring to a stranded island?
WONHO: Futon, pillow, ramen.

Q5: If you had a superpower?
WONHO: Teleportation.

Q6: What is the last thing you want to eat before you die?
WONHO: Ramen.

— TELL US ABOUT THE MEMBERS

Q1: In one phrase, what kind of group is MONSTA X?
WONHO: Gentle in appearance but tough in spirit. We might have a cute side, but when we decide to do something we go through with it with strong will.

Q2: What is your favourite MONSTA X song?
WONHO: ‘Hero’.

Q3: Which member has the biggest gap?
WONHO: Kihyun. He has a voice that can catch the hearts of many girls, but when I normally hear his voice it always feels like I’m being nagged (laughs).

Q4: Who is the most fashionable?
WONHO: Changkyun. His likes/dislikes are clear, and he has his own style. Also, officially he’s the member with the longest legs!

Korean translation: @n_ning_2
English translation: @potatoestorm

for the last year I’ve been “dating” and I’ve never really done that before I guess. It’s been crazy. You talk to someone and you think it’s gonna work but then it doesn’t. You go on actual dates with more than one person. I’ve never been good at that. i’m really an all or nothing kind of person. it’s been hard for me to hold parts of myself back, because I’ve learned that not everyone has the same heart that I do. i’ve learned a lot about myself through this whole dating thing. i’ve learned something from every girl, every date, conversation, and kiss. I’ve learned that none of this worked because each one of them possessed a trait or traits I desire in a partner, but none of them possessed all of those traits. but I’ll keep dating, keep learning, keep putting myself out there. because one day I’m gonna come across the girl that has it all.
NHL!Bitty, Part X - Body Issue(s)

ESPN Magazine comes calling. Eric makes a creative choice. Jack gets excited.

NHL!Bitty Masterpost!


Cold. Colder. Freezing.

“The Body Issue, Bits. You can’t turn this down, and if I did it for you, you have to do it for me.”

Actually, a three-hour naked photoshoot on ice is definitely something he can turn down, but he promised Jack he would participate if asked. Granted, it was a sleep-deprived, post-coital promise, but a promise just the same. 

A copy of the spread from Jack’s issue is already tastefully hung in the master bathroom of his townhouse. Eric will have to get his framed to match.

It’s not about the nudity, except, maybe it is a little bit, but he’s worked hard to get his body to look this good. His ass may never be in the same arena as Jack’s magnificent backside, but hell, if the whole world got to ogle Jack, why can’t Eric get some love, too? 

Keep reading

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MONSTA X for PopTeen (June issue): I.M

— ALL ABOUT YOU

Q1: What is your normal clothing like?
I.M: Comfortable and simple.

Q2: Any hobbies?
I.M: Listening to music, watching videos. Recently I’ve been listening to Eddy Kim’s ‘The Manual’ a lot.

Q3: What is the first thing you do after you wake up?
I.M: Go to toilet.

Q4: What 3 things would you bring to a stranded island?
I.M: Knife, lighter, cellphone.

Q5: If you had a superpower?
I.M: Telekinesis.

Q6: What is the last thing you want to eat before you die?
I.M: Rice cake soup.

— TELL US ABOUT THE MEMBERS

Q1: In one phrase, what kind of group is MONSTA X?
I.M: A group where every member has their own color.

Q2: What is your favourite MONSTA X song?
I.M: Right now it’s ‘Hero’.

Q3: Which member has the biggest gap?
I.M: Minhyuk hyung. When he’s quiet he might give off a cold impression, but when he smiles, he has the brightest smile in the universe.

Q4: Who is the most fashionable?
I.M: All the members. Especially if we compare our clothes from when we just debuted, I think we’ve improved a lot fashion-wise.

— IF THE MEMBERS WERE 〇〇?

Q: If the members were sushi?
I.M:

Shownu: Juicy meat
Wonho: Flounder
Minhyuk: Flying fish roe
Kihyun: Salmon
Hyungwon: Egg
Jooheon: Shrimp
Changkyun: Octopus

Korean translation: @n_ning_2
English translation: @potatoestorm

4 May 2017 || ig || May Study Challenge

Day 4: May is AP Exam season! What are your tips for studying for tests?

First of all, happy Star Wars day! May the force be with you during your exams (and in general). 

The Day Before

MORNING (8-10AM)

  • wake up, have a nice breakfast (not too much coffee pls)
  • get dressed!
  • tidy up your study space if necessary
  • get out your notes one last time (only the summaries/final notes if you have any of those)

DURING THE DAY

  • go over your notes once or twice again and check if you have everything memorised
  • go over everything you especially struggled with another time
  • stay hydrated
  • eat light and easily digestible things
  • cut out caffeine after 4pm because you need a good night’s sleep!
  • take breaks :)

EVENING

  • personally, i don’t study the night before an exam (after 6pm)
  • take a nice bath or shower
  • if you eat dinner, don’t make it too late or too heavy
  • set your alarm and two backup alarms, and if possible tell someone who will be awake at that time to wake you up if all else fails (or to give you a wake-up call)
  • pack your bag with EVERYTHING you need (including water, keys, paper, pens, ID, calculator, bus pass, tissues, tampons/pads if needed)
  • if you want, set out the clothes you want to wear the next day so you don’t have to worry about it in the morning
  • go to bed before midnight, ideally at a time that allows you 7 to 8 hours of sleep

The Day of the Exam

  • manage your time in a way that allows you to be at the exam location half an hour in advance (earlier buses etc)
  • have breakfast!!! don’t skip breakfast, it gives you the energy your brain needs during the exam. if you feel like you can’t eat anything, try just toast or a granola bar or dry cereal or something like that. tea is good as well.
  • don’t drink more caffeine than you usually would. you’ll probably be nervous as it is and caffeine makes you extra hyped
  • go to the toilet before you leave your house
  • if you feel like you would benefit from it, skim your notes one last time (on the bus maybe or during breakfast)
  • if that would just freak you out, read something else (comics, the newspaper, tumblr, whatever really)
  • get encouragement!! have someone tell you that you’ll do fine or wish you good luck. it’ll make you smile and have a more positive attitude. possible people: best friend, parents, siblings, grandparents, and of course tumblr or other social networks.
  • if other people make you even more nervous because they all seem so much better prepared than you (they probs aren’t though), avoid them. listen to music or read something or avoid the exam room itself as long as possible. focus on yourself if you work better that way.
  • if talking to others calms you down, don’t choose the ones with headphones or books to talk to  because they’re probably the ones who want some peace and quiet
  • do your best! :)
An observation of Markiplier TV

Emphasis on the observation part because I’ve never really been good with theories. I have a number of things to do today but unfortunately, I watched this video and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Hopefully this’ll quiet my mind and let me function, and who knows? Maybe it’ll help someone out there with their own theories too. :)

So, let’s talk about this scene:

We got one hell of a group here BUT what I’d like to focus on is their seating arrangement and what that could mean, because if there’s anything I’ve learned in videos like this it’s that EVERYTHING is by design. This entire table scene (props to the Editor btw) has so much hidden psychological subtext in it, so while I’m no professional I’ll still do my best to uncover them all.

First off, let’s look at the table: Rectangular with two long ends and two short ones. Pretty normal setting yeah, but is it beneficial to their situation (i.e. finding a way to ‘take control’) where everyone easily agrees? Nope. Because tables like these embody competition and a clear sense of authority, and I love this detail. It means that while they could’ve easily gone for a round table to promote cooperation, they go for this because of course, no one’s going to cooperate that easily.

This setting, however, works better in the business cooperative world, because you got two people (Darkiplier & Wilford) who can control the meeting from both ends of the table and are essentially the people everyone will need to look up to.

Here’s a great detail though: In this kind of setting, the more powerful of the two is usually the one opposite the entrance to the room. This allows him not just a vantage point of whoever comes in and goes, but complete control as well. And as we see where King of the Squirrels pops up:

Originally posted by antisepticjack

Which we can easily tell was from the right of the room based on the direction his body and eyes shift to, we can point out where the entrance is and who was right there:

But yeah, in this moment it didn’t seem like Will had control over King’s sudden entrance but let’s face it: he doesn’t care. He already knows that there’s more than one king in that room.

Speaking of, let’s move on to the seating arrangement.

Obviously we got Dark and Will at the ends as the higher ups, but I’d like to talk about Googleplier and The Host.

In medieval times, kings would often have their advisors right at their side at the table. This actually explains the term “right hand man”, because the king would have them close at hand to help him rule, unless of course, he was left-handed. Looking back at Dark’s antics, I have reason to believe that he’s either left-handed or ambidextrous.

Originally posted by http-darkiplier-403forbidden

Which I guess would make sense, considering that while Ed, Bim, Silver and Dr. Iplier were all concerned about their parts in the video, only Google and The Host were able to keep a level head and not lose sight of their main goal/situation.

Now the last thing I want to talk about is Wilford’s idea for Markiplier TV. I must warn you though because this is going to be a bit of a stretch so stop reading if you’d like BUT… I think he may have been inspired by Anti.

AGAIN, please bear with me. Jack’s mentioned before that Dark and Anti ever meeting each other was very unlikely, which in Dark’s case (being the alter ego that’s been pushed inside the most) could be more than true. However, Wilford makes up for this as he’s the only one not bound by the laws of physics and is, potentially, omnipresent. So it’s possible that he’s aware of Anti (since he was aware of Septiplier after all) and his methods (i.e. using social media to have his fans notice him which then gives him control) BUT, being Wilford, he goes about it in his own roundabout way which is, of course, TELEVISION.

So, yeah, this is all I can come up with. Excluding my attempt in theorizing at the very end I hope this was helpful. Now I’m just hoping that my thoughts on Antisepticeye don’t get too hectic and end up like this long wall of text. Thanks for reading. :)

There and Back Again - Jar Spell

Originally posted by asstrxlxgy

The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the road has gone
And I must follow if I can

For when you really really need a change in life, and want to bring in a new adventure. (Dwarves not included)

  • Ginger - for bringing adventure and new experiences. Be heavy handed with this one, it’s the main purpose of the jar.
  • Cinnamon - multi-purpose, it represents whatever your journey is about (spirituality, success, healing, protection, power, love, luck, strength, prosperity, etc. If it’s part of your personal journey, it’s probably a cinnamon correspondence)
  • Ground Coffee - to dispel negative thoughts, overcome internal blocks, bring peace of mind, and keep you grounded. Basically erase all doubts that might hold you back in your new adventure.
    • Also associated with happiness, and I always recommend having SOMETHING in your jar/sachet spells for happiness, because you do NOT want a new adventure that’s basically going to be walking through hell and back.
  • Pumpkin Pie Spice - for bringing a new beginning through banishment of the old. This is one of my personal correspondences, and you can skip it if you want to or don’t think you need it. I use it as an “out with the old, in with the new” ingredient. Like autumn, and the death of the old to make way for the renewal in spring.
  • Powdered Egg Shell - for protection. Because as I said before, the last thing you want is to invite a new adventure only to have it turn out to be hell.
  • Frankincense (essential oil or resin) - for successful ventures
    • NOTE: If using the essential oil, I create a salt first, since I don’t like adding wet ingredients to a dry jar when I can help it. See how I do it here.

I find it helpful to say aloud the intent of each ingredient as I put it into the jar, especially with something like the cinnamon, where there’s many meanings it could have.

Ties That Bind Us

Part 1:
“Lance… may I please speak with you?” Allura asked sounding nervous.
This worried Lance because he had never seen the princess lose her cool before, but right now she looked truly shaken.
“Yeah sure” Lance followed Allura towards the infirmary.

They had just finished a training session where the team had to focus on a reason to keep fighting.
Everyone had pictured their family along with Lance. However Allura had been staring at the image projected by the blue paladin with a scary kind of intensity before suddenly going pale and calling for everyone to leave.
Well everyone but Lance.

Now as they sat in the infirmary Lance was buzzing with nervous energy trying to figure out what he could of done wrong to warrant such a reaction from the princess.
“So wanna tell me what’s going on?” Lance asked right before Allura plunged a needle into his arm and drew some blood. “Ouch! Allura a little warning please!” He huffed rubbing his arm while she put the blood into a computer muttering to herself seeming like she hadn’t heard him.
“Allura?” Lance asked in a concerned tone as he put a hand on her shoulder.
Suddenly the screen flashed green and Allura gasped turning to look at him.
“L-Lance…”
“Please tell me what’s going on, I’m getting freaked out here.”
Allura swallowed looking from the screen then back to him.
“Lance where is your father from?”
Lance put his hand to his chin thinking for a moment “now that you mention it. I don’t really know. I mean mama never liked talking about him and she would only really say he traveled a long way before I came along.” He shrugged “why do you ask?”
Allura was silent “I… your farther was Altean.”
Lance blinked once. Twice. Three times. “W-what?”
Allura pulled up a photo on the screen of the original Paladins. All but Zarkon were Altean. The blue paladin was younger then the others, maybe a few years older then Lance and with dark orange hair and blue markings on his face. But other then that the resemblance was uncanny. It was like Lance was looking at a pale version of himself.
“B-but that’s…”
“The original blue paladin. His name was Crace. He was the youngest paladin and one of the bravest. He volunteered to hide the blue lion despite knowing he would never see Altea or his family ever again.”
Lance felt like he was going to be sick. “That makes me…”
“That is correct, your half Altean Lance.”
“B-but how is that possible, I mean 10,000 years is a long time!” Lance gasped feeling panic rising. He wasn’t human! He wasn’t all earthling!
“I’m afraid I do not know… but Lance there is more you need to know… Crace was Coran’s son.”
That was the last thing Lance heard before his vision tunnelled and he fell to the floor hitting his head on the side of the table on the way down.
“Lance!”

i’m so confused on like. Lawrence. every character in the games had some motive or reason for capturing you and they kinda express it in their routes but what’s Lawrence?? what does he want?? here drink these drugs and bleed in this bucket

If the only person who sees your progress is you, then thats just as valid as anyone else noticing it.

You’re a person and if you’re fighting every day against something like art block, depression or anything else, and no one notices but you? Good job!! You’re doing great and should feel proud of yourself, because you are the one whose fighting this, and everyone goes at a different pace.

Things will ease soon, and your progress will be out on display in time, keep going!

Carousel | 06

Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Arranged Marriage! AU, Angst / 9,118 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

a/n: This chapter will show more backstories. And unlike the previous ones where I add the backstory at the front as an opening, the scenes will go back and forth as a filler. Flashback scenes will be written in italics^^

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this is for @ivory-leigh with special thanks to @onemuseleft for her help with the idea

i super didn’t mean to write this tonight but the idea was SO GOOD and i’ve really been jonesing to write

In the weeks following what they’re calling The Battle of New York, Bruce settles into the Tower with an incredible ease.

The floor Tony designed for him is shockingly well-suited to his tastes and needs considering how Tony likes to claim he’s not a team-player. Bruce suspects each floor is equally well-designed and perhaps that’s why they’re all able to slip into a routine so quickly.

It feels like something missing has slotted into place and Bruce can tell just by looking at the others’ faintly bewildered expressions when they look around at the space they share that they feel the same.

Still, Bruce never looks toward Harlem.

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Bet || R.M.

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Word Count: 2095

Pairing: Ross!Reggie x reader

Summary: Chuck bets Reggie five hundred dollars to hook up with you, his tutor, and the outcome leaves you heartbroken.

Warnings: smut, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, Reggie being a complete fuckboy, complete filth

Requested by anon:

“Hey Can you do a Reggie imagine where his bet that he couldn’t get the reader to go out with him. The reader is really pretty and awkward. So he tries and eventually falls in love with her. With a really fluffy ending. I know it’s cliché, haha.”

I kind of strayed off from the request, hope that’s okay! I might do a second part where it’s fluffier though!

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