Meditation is not a matter of trying to achieve ecstasy, spiritual bliss or tranquility, nor is it attempting to be a better person. It is simply the creation of a space in which we are able to expose and undo our neurotic games, our self-deceptions, our hidden fears and hopes.
@queen-mercury-may brought it to my attention that The Cursed Image™
is the first thing that pops up when you google Brian May nowadays and I swear to Freddie Mercury that it hasn’t always been that way
Cause the first time I uncovered this abomination I first had to walk through the plains of Mordor and into the fires of Mount Doom to get a hold of it
and it just makes me laugh that this is one of the first things that is going to greet new queen fans when they google their new idols
Let their eyelids be imprinted with this picture as mine have been, let it stare at them when they close their eyes, let it whisper to them from the shadows
You know that feeling when your favorite song comes on from your Playlist and your entire being just goes ‘thank you. you’ve helped my mood immensely today I love you’?
Because that’s what the Layton songs do to me.
Could I get Pixel and Stephanie making Roboticus a haloween costume?
Sooooo this is my 100th prompt? Counting the sequels I have made for other prompts, it’s my 100th.
Thank you all so much for your ideas and support! None of these good good stories would exist without you! I appreciate every comment, every reblog, every tag. You’re all amazing! :D
Sportacus stared up at the frankly imposing robot. Roboticus
stared unblinkingly down at him. On either side of Roboticus stood Pixel and
Stephanie, both looking insanely proud of themselves.
“So,” Sportacus began, stepping away from his robot lookalike, “what
did you do to him?”
“Well,” said Stephanie, “we were talking to Robbie about all the cool
things he’s gotta have in his lair and he mentioned he still had Roboticus.”
Pixel cut in, “And I was talking about improvements that could be
made and Stephanie pointed out Halloween was in a few weeks and we could
improve Roboticus’ design while ALSO giving him a costume.”
“Only we couldn’t agree on what costume.”
“I said a character from Nebulous 6000 —”
“And I said an astronaut—”
“And I said a Transformer—”
Sportacus interrupted, “And you settled on… this?” He
pointed at the robot.
Beaming Stephanie and Pixel both gestured at Roboticus, “A
Tall as he was, Roboticus did not seem as intimidating as the last time
Sportacus had seen him. His metal chest was covered in magnets of all shapes
and colors. A few drawings and a fake report card were held up by a few of the
“Do you want some water?” Pixel asked with a grin.
Pixel pulled a handle on Roboticus’ torso and half of him swung open.
Inside were a few water bottles and some fruit. Pixel tossed Sportacus a
bottle. It was ice cold.
Sportacus let his jaw hang open, “This is amazing!”
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!”
Marching up to the small group was Robbie. “I said you could dress
him up! Not ruin him!” He ran his hands
over the robot’s chest, a horrified look on his face. He aimed a piercing glare
at Stephanie and Pixel.
“They were just having fun!” Sportacus said, stepping between Robbie and
the kids. “It’s just for Halloween, Robbie.”
“They turned a powerful robot that almost outran YOU into a kitchen
“I will not calm down! Do you know how
long this will take to fix?! These brats
Before Robbie could rant any further, Sportacus had handed
Stephanie his water and hoisted the other man into the air.
“PUT ME DOWN, SPORTALOOP.”
“You two did excellent work,” Sportacus said brightly to the kids,
ignoring the squirming Robbie in his arms. The two high fived as Sportacus
walked away, Robbie still bellowing insults. Roboticus picked up a magnet
Robbie had knocked off and stuck in back onto his chest.