all three of them are so done

Stark girls stand up against bullies

Arya:

Mycah shook his head. “It’s only a stick, m’lord. It’s not no sword, it’s only a stick.”

“And you’re only a butcher’s boy, and no knight.” Joffrey lifted Lion’s Tooth and laid its point on Mycah’s cheek below the eye, as the butcher’s boy stood trembling. “That was my lady’s sister you were hitting, do you know that?” A bright bud of blood blossomed where his sword pressed into Mycah’s flesh, and a slow red line trickled down the boy’s cheek.

“Stop it!” Arya screamed. She grabbed up her fallen stick.

Sansa was afraid. “Arya, you stay out of this.”

“I won’t hurt him… much,” Prince Joffrey told Arya, never taking his eyes off the butcher’s boy.

Arya went for him.

Sansa slid off her mare, but she was too slow. Arya swung with both hands. There was a loud crack as the wood split against the back of the prince’s head, and then everything happened at once before Sansa’s horrified eyes. Joffrey staggered and whirled around, roaring curses. Mycah ran for the trees as fast as his legs would take him. Arya swung at the prince again, but this time Joffrey caught the blow on Lion’s Tooth and sent her broken stick flying from her hands. The back of his head was all bloody and his eyes were on fire. Sansa was shrieking, “No, no, stop it, stop it, both of you, you’re spoiling it,” but no one was listening. Arya scooped up a rock and hurled it at Joffrey’s head. She hit his horse instead, and the blood bay reared and went galloping off after Mycah. “Stop it, don’t, stop it!” Sansa screamed. Joffrey slashed at Arya with his sword, screaming obscenities, terrible words, filthy words. Arya darted back, frightened now, but Joffrey followed, hounding her toward the woods, backing her up against a tree. Sansa didn’t know what to do. She watched helplessly, almost blind from her tears.

-Sansa I, A Game of Thrones

Sansa:

By then the crowd was howling with laughter… all but the king. Joffrey had a look in his eyes that Sansa remembered well, the same look he’d had at the Great Sept of Baelor the day he pronounced death on Lord Eddard Stark. Finally Ser Dontos the Red gave it up for a bad job, sat down in the dirt, and removed his plumed helm. “I lose,” he shouted. “Fetch me some wine.”

The king stood. “A cask from the cellars! I’ll see him drowned in it.”

Sansa heard herself gasp. “No, you can’t.”

Joffrey turned his head. “What did you say?”

Sansa could not believe she had spoken. Was she mad? To tell him no in front of half the court? She hadn’t meant to say anything, only… Ser Dontos was drunk and silly and useless, but he meant no harm.

“Did you say I can’t? Did you?”

“Please,” Sansa said, “I only meant… it would be ill luck, Your Grace… to, to kill a man on your name day.”

“You’re lying,” Joffrey said. “I ought to drown you with him, if you care for him so much.”

“I don’t care for him, Your Grace.” The words tumbled out desperately. “Drown him or have his head off, only… kill him on the morrow, if you like, but please… not today, not on your name day. I couldn’t bear for you to have ill luck… terrible luck, even for kings, the singers all say so…

Joffrey scowled. He knew she was lying, she could see it. He would make her bleed for this.

-Sansa I, A Clash of Kings

Lyanna:

“Sometimes the knights are the monsters, Bran. The little crannogman was walking across the field, enjoying the warm spring day and harming none, when he was set upon by three squires. They were none older than fifteen, yet even so they were bigger than him, all three. This was their world, as they saw it, and he had no right to be there. They snatched away his spear and knocked him to the ground, cursing him for a frogeater.”

“Were they Walders?” It sounded like something Little Walder Frey might have done.

“None offered a name, but he marked their faces well so he could revenge himself upon them later. They shoved him down every time he tried to rise, and kicked him when he curled up on the ground. But then they heard a roar. ‘That’s my father’s man you’re kicking, howled the she-wolf.”

“A wolf on four legs, or two?”

“Two,” said Meera. “The she-wolf laid into the squires with a tourney sword, scattering them all. The crannogman was bruised and bloodied, so she took him back to her lair to clean his cuts and bind them up with linen. There he met her pack brothers: the wild wolf who led them, the quiet wolf beside him, and the pup who was youngest of the four.

-Bran II, A Storm of Swords

anonymous asked:

Damian and Jon going/being forced to go on a double date. Second couple can be whoever you want.

Yeah, so I didn’t know what to do with this much. I didn’t know any other DC couple I could use so I took a cue from my good friend @batboyblog and used Connor Kent (even tho he’s not in DC Rebirth). And while I didn’t intend for this ficlet to be longer than like 800 words, I kinda got into it too much, I guess. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Also, I don’t know if anyone noticed, but at times I like to insert references to lines from the actual comics :p

“I’ll have my steak well done,” Tim said.

“Pssshft,” Damian scoffed. “What civilized human orders ‘well done’? Go medium rare or go home.” He then turned to the frazzled waiter and said, “Start me off with a pumpkin salad.”

“Why do you care?” Tim muttered in annoyance. “You’re vegetarian!”

“I’d have thought that you’d at least have some dignity with your dinner, but I guess even that was beyond you,” Damian sneered.

“Wanna make something out of it, short stuff?” Tim growled.

The two Wayne heirs hurled more insults at each other from across the table. Jon and Conner just sighed and ordered a cheeseburger each, and shooed the waiter away before he became an unfortunate casualty of a wildly thrown dinner fork.

’Go on a double date’, he said,” Connor mumbled to Jon with a barely accurate imitation of Dick Grayson’s voice. “’They’ll warm up to each other’, he said. The only way this gets warmer is if they blow up the table with a hidden batarang or whatever.”

“Damian has two in his jacket’s sleeve,” Jon admitted sheepishly. “Well, Dick was right about one thing—it’ll be an interesting night.”

“It would interest me more if we left this restaurant without anything exploding,” Conner mused. He nodded to Jon and the younger boy nodded in agreement. It was time to end the argument.

Damian had just lifted himself off his chair to reach over the table and presumably throttle Tim when Jon suddenly grabbed him from behind. Jon then blew a quick burst of super-cold wind at Damian’s nape.

Damian squeaked in a very un-Damian like way, and collapsed on his seat shivering. He looked livid, but his face softened quickly when he saw Jon glaring at him.

On Conner’s end, he put both his hands below the table and presumably on Tim’s sides. Jon couldn’t see what he did, but whatever it was shut Tim up and turned his face a light shade of pink.

“Guys,” Connor began after he was satisfied with Tim’s expression, “we’re on a date so we can hang out and relax—not so that Jon and I will babysit the two of you in case you try to bite each other’s ears off.”

Damian stuck his tongue out in disgust as if the notion of having any part of Tim in his mouth was unspeakably distasteful.

“Damian, why do you hate your brother so much?” Jon asked earnestly.

“I don’t hate Drake,” Damian explained as he eyed Tim suspiciously. “It’s just that he was born annoying.”

“Why you edgy little—!” Tim’s retort was cut off when Connor’s hand moved under the table again, and whatever he did made Tim’s voice crack.

“Hmm,” Connor hummed as he examined Damian and then Tim. “I think I might know a way to put you guys on the right track.”


***

Neon lights flashed bright from all sides. Futuristic sounds of zaps and bolts pierced the air.  Jon’s strapped vest was similarly glowing with bright lights that changed color every two seconds. The room was dim, but it had white walls all around with consoles and screens with a dozen brightly colored buttons right out of a space action movie.  Jon had never played laser tag  before, but as he held the big plastic gun in his hands, he understood the appeal—it was like he was living one of his favorite videogames.

As Connor had explained to Jon, he’d figured that laser tag would be a good way to force Tim and Damian to work together. He’d told the two Robins to team up while he and Jon took the other side. The losing side had to agree to wear the winner’s costumes for a week while on hero duty—and since Damian and Tim were rather attached to their specially designed gear, and not at all keen to wear Jon’s and Connor’s more casual clothes that were barely costumes, it was good motivation. Both teams were supposed to have five members, so each of their teams had three other random kids.

“We’ll just stoke their competitive streaks enough for them to realize that they’re good as a team. Hopefully that’ll get them to at least respect each other.” Connor said after he pulled Jon aside.

“But Connor,” Jon frowned. “If their years as Robin and Red Robin haven’t already done that, how’s this supposed to help?”

“You’d think that,” Connor began, “but truth is they’ve barely had any experience fighting together. Out of all the Robins, Tim’s spent the least time with Damian. And then there’s that bit of history between them when Damian became Robin the first time and Tim was just kinda, blown off.”

“Oh…I feel bad for Damian. I just wish he’d get along with Tim the way we do with each other,” he said glumly.

“They will, because they’ll have no choice,” Connor said with a mischievous smile. “Today, we’re going to be their villains.”

Connor laid out his plan. He and Jon were going to goad the Robins into working with each other and forcing their hand. Connor had agreed with them that he and Jon wouldn’t use any heat vision, super strength, seeing, hearing or frost breath. However, they didn’t catch on that Connor had left out a very specific super power.

“We’ll use our super speed to make it seem like there’s way more of us firing at them,” Connor explained excitedly. “We’ll pin down their position and rack up the points. They’ll know something’s up so they’ll start to use their training to get the better of us.”

“Isn’t that cheating, though?” Jon asked, his brow furrowed.

“All’s fair in love,” Conner shrugged. “And we’re trying to get our boyfriends to feel some brotherly love, so that’s like, a double license to do whatever it takes.”

An alarm blared shrilly somewhere above them. The huge white panel doors slid open and the game begun.

It started out well enough. Jon and Connor ignored their three other team mates and dashed with their speed to make it seem like they were firing five people’s worth of lasers each. Jon targeted indiscriminately, and saw both Damian and Tim make a face whenever they’d get hit. Five minutes in, Jon’s side had 98 points, while Damian’s side had twelve.

Jon had just begun imagining what Damian would look like in his Superman jacket when his vest stopped glowing—he’d just been tagged. He glanced at his other team mates on their side of the field—all of them had gotten tagged as well.

Conner looked confused. Suddenly the lights dimmed, making it harder to see. He could’ve sworn he heard the sound of Tim’s voice somewhere. Suddenly, two kids from Damian’s team rushed forward, shooting Jon’s vest and one of his teammate’s barely a second after it flickered to life again. Connor and his two other teammates aimed at the attackers, but they were tagged again, shutting down their guns. The shots came from above—it must have been Damian! In front of them, the attackers vanished behind the walls. Jon started to panic.

The game got a lot easier for Jon after that, mostly because he barely got to fire his laser gun anymore. He realized what had happened—Tim had somehow organized the three other kids on their team so that they were more coordinated, tactical and efficient. They’d dart in and out of cover and knew the precise moment their enemies’ vests would light up so that they’d shoot it down again, preventing a counterattack. If Jon’s team hid behind anything, Damian picked them off from behind their own line. He flanked them from above, constantly hidden in the shadows despite having his own glowing vest.

Damian and Tim won with a handy 120 to 115. Connor’s mouth hung open as the two batkids gave him equally haughty smirks. Jon was just glad that Damian seemed to have forgotten his animosity with Tim, the two of them casually standing beside each other and adding to each other’s sentences.

“You should have seen the look on your faces, Connor,” Tim grinned.

“Tricks are no match for true skill,” Damian smirked at Jon.

“I think it worked too well,” Connor grumbled.

And that was just fine with Jon, if it meant that Robin and Red Robin would fly together again.


***

“So, for your end of the deal,” Damian began, licking his lips with relish, “you’re going to wear a Robin uniform.”

“Sure, I’ve always wanted to try it on,” Jon chirped enthusiastically. Every time he’d gone down to the batcave with Damian, he’d wanted to know what is what like wearing Damian’s suit, with all of its fancy gadgets and whatnot. Jon stood in front of the case that held Damian’s Robin suit, imagining what he’d look like in them.

“Oh, no, no, definitely not my suit,” Damian shook his head. “It’s just the one. No, I’ll have to give you a spare.”

He led Jon down the row of outfits until they reached the very end. Jon’s face flushed. Right in front of him was the very first Robin uniform worn by Dick Grayson, with its legendary scaled green…briefs. Jon couldn’t think of anything else to call it.

“Damian I can’t wear that, I’d be almost naked!” Jon protested.

“You always wear a torn pair of jeans anyway, might as well skip to the logical conclusion,” Damian said airily. “You did promise to do this if you lost, correct?”

“You’re enjoying this!” Jon accused.

“I thought you liked it when I enjoy you,” Damian replied with a grin.

Jon’s cheeks turned red. “I hate you,” he muttered.

Damian simply chuckled.

“Glad to hear it.“

raijindork  asked:

20 + BixLu? (God I just want to request them all ngl)

Exhausted Parents Kiss for BixLu


Lucy sometimes hated being a writer simply because of the deadlines involved. It made her miss the days when she wrote fanfiction cause it was easy to ignore the hussies that demanded an update thirty minutes after she had just posted one. When you were meant to have your manuscript done and ready for the editors three weeks ago, not so easy to ignore.

But she had a child to raise and her husband was the real breadwinner of the family and he’d been working on some huge project at the office for months now. He talked about it a lot so she should have remembered it, but between Luna’s dance lessons, making sure the house was decently clean, and her editors riding her ass, Lucy just didn’t have the energy to spare.

Her husband didn’t blame her for spacing out and forgetting things. He had asked her it in the beginning if she was okay with being on the team since it was going to cut into family time a bit and she’d encouraged him to do it. He came home everyday exhausted and helped clean up after dinner before getting Luna ready for bed while Lucy did a bit more writing.

She loved walking into their daughter’s room to find that the man had drifted off while reading to the six year old. Those nights were worth the exhaustion as she‘d tuck them in together and kiss him goodnight. He was always awake enough to kiss her back and mumble ‘I love you” before he’d start snoring.


My brain is very sleep deprived so forgive me lol. I have a class I need to prepare for but I’ll get to the other one I promise!! Thanks for playing!

Send me a ship and a number!

anonymous asked:

Tsunade WAS forgotten. And you're making assumptions based on her extended absence (which is pretty indicative of her forgotten-ness). I don't recall her making any significant appearances around the final episodes of shippuden. She hasn't even been referenced in Boruto AT ALL—especially in relation to Sarada, whose mother was a disciple of Tsunade (but apparently not since PinkShit doesn't even give a damn). It sucks that a character who played a pivotal role in the series was done so dirty.

Just because she hasnt’ been mentioned, doesn’t mean she’s been forgotten. A lot of characters haven’t been mentioned, that just means there’s no point in randomly bringing them up in the storyline. You really seemed to reach for that.
Orochimaru hasn’t really been referenced yet despite Sasuke being his disciple. Jiraya hasn’t been referenced despite Naruto being his disciple. All three characters played a big part in the story, all three are important. Just because they’re not mentioned repeatedly doesn’t change that fact. 
Sakura doesn’t train her own child, she’d have no reason to mention her mentor. She doesn’t even talk about her own husband, yet I don’t see people complaining that Sasuke was forgotten? You really need to chill oml

anonymous asked:

Also, I thinks that hypothetically the first boy should just tell the second boy because yous- I mean, the first boy is better than he thinks. -Jack

I… Hypothetically, the first boy’s prolly way too scared, ‘'cause he knows he ain’t good enough or worth it, an… He don’t want to the second boy to hate him… Also, not hypothetically, I, uh- hey look at that, Race found out I still have one of his cigars, uh- gotta go? 

(I’m?? Screaming cause I need to switch to Albert if I wanna have time for all three boys tonight, so start sending things to Albert please? Except, whoever’s sending the hypothetical things, and the Jack things, could you please, please, keep sending those tonight and I’I’ll either switch back into Crutchi after I’m done with the others, or I’ll answer them tomorrow please! Other than that, it’s time for Albert now, I’m sorry guys!) 

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

Never Give the Necromancer a "Gray Area"

Friend DMing for me and one other person (small campaign) he’d never DMd before so I was going easy on him and helping out when I could.
DM: okay so you (me necromancer) arrive in town having reached lvl 3 during your journey.
(He has no clue how to run a necromancer or their skills so he said I could make them up and if they worked he’d let them slide)
My immediate reply: don’t give me a gray area dude that’s not a good idea I am chaotic evil hoe don’t do it.
DM: you’ll be fine.
Game starts.
Day one: my necromancer fed the homeless and poor in the slums of what we dubbed Newbshire, a large city but good for beginners. Little did they know he’d poisoned all the food so that everyone would contract a plague and die.
DM: *looks at me* you’re a bad man.
Me: oh I’m not done yet.
Day two: necromancer murders a priest, his wife, his two sons, then resurrects them as corpses, and takes his place in order to gain acolytes of the death goddess, end of the day he poisons more beggars.
Dm: you’re a bad bad man.
Me: still not done.
Dm: ohmygodwhathaveidone
Day three: necromancer sends all his human zombies into the sewers to infect the rats causing them to die and became undead plague rats.
Dm: no
Me: yes
Day four: Armageddon is unleashed as hundreds of zombies and thousands of plague ridden rat corpses flood the city biting, infecting, and adding to the horde. The adventurers guild in the city puts up a resistance but is eventually overrun by the necromancers acolytes and the adventurers are converted to elite corpses and death knights. As the sun sets on Newbshires flaming husk the necromancer leaves the city with not a single living thing inside.
So great was his destruction that the heavenly beings themselves took notice and sent the death god to make a contract with this evil human.
Total death count: 300,000
Total mana expended by necromancer: 12
DM: you are a BAD MAN
Me: *shrugs* I TOLD YOU never give the necromancer a gray area!

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Thanks for all the kind comments! I can’t believe any of you put up with me making these let alone encourage me to do them <3

Part two of three! Part one here / part three here!

After hearing about it for a while, I’ve recently started a morning ritual that has already improved my productivity and focus. Initially it sounded like it would take up way too much of my time, but now I’m a total morning pages convert. 

what they are

Here’s the basic idea: every morning you take out three pages of paper and free write (by hand! no word docs allowed) whatever comes to your mind. There are no rules about what you write, as long as you write three pages of something

why they help

The reason behind morning pages is that once you have everything down on paper, you can free up some headspace to do other things. It’s also a nice way to pinpoint why you’re feeling anxious, or if something has been on your subconscious. And let me tell you, it works. I’ve found that I easily make up for the time it takes to do them (about 20 minutes) in the time that I would normally be distracted. 

how to make them count

Free writing can be difficult to get the hang of. We often feel confined by rules and grammar, so throwing them all out the window feels wrong. Remember that these pages are for your eyes only, they won’t be graded so don’t worry about spelling something wrong or even making them legible to anyone else. My pages are often full of abbreviations and are written in handwriting no one could ever dream of reading. And that is a-okay, because they don’t have to be pretty or thoughtful, they just have to be done. I write whatever comes to mind and just let my thoughts flow. One thing will remind you of the next until you have three full pages in no time. 

So what if you don’t know where to start? Just write down everything you have to do today. Write down anything you’re worried about in the future. Write down anything you’d like to do someday. You’ll soon find something that you didn’t even know was bothering you. 

I don’t expect to read them again anytime soon, but it may be cool to see in a bit how everything I worried about worked out, so I’m hanging onto them for now. If recycling them is more your speed, that’s cool too. Just don’t be tempted to type them up! If you’re writing on a computer you can go back and change things and will be more tempted to make them perfect. That’s exactly what you want to avoid. Hand writing them will keep them from being perfect so that they can be good

Try it out for a couple days and let me know if it helps. I know that I’ve already seen a huge difference!

PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘
  • ‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘
  • ‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘
  • ‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘
  • ‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘
  • ‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘
  • ‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘
  • ‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘
  • ‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘
  • ‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘
  • ‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘
  • ‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘
  • ‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘
  • ‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘
  • ‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘
  • ‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘
  • ‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘
  • ‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘
  • ‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘
  • ‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘
  • ‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘
  • ‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘
  • ‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘
  • ‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘
  • ‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘
  • ‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘
  • ‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘
  • ‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘
  • ‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘
  • ‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘
  • ‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘
  • ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘
  • ‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘
  • ‘  you promised me.  ‘
  • ‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘
  • ‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘
  • ‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘
  • ‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘
  • ‘  better watch it.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘
  • ‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘
  • ‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘
  • ‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘
  • ‘  you look good.  ‘
  • ‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘
  • ‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘
  • ‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘
  • ‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘
  • ‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘
  • ‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘
  • ‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘
  • ‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘
  • ‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘
  • ‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘
  • ‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘
  • ‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘
  • ‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘
  • ‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘
  • ‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘
  • ‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘
  • ‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘
  • ‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘
  • ‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘
  • ‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘
  • ‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘
  • ‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘
  • ‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘
  • ‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘
  • ‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘
Prophetic Dream Spell

This was actually an accident, and I’m pretty sure it’s because I used Mugwort (can I get a huzzah for discovering spells by accident?!). Combining Mugwort with the other three ingredients listed is basically asking for visions. Anyway, I wanted to cast a very simple little spell before bed, hoping that it would induce a deep, restful sleep, but not only did I get an deep, uninterrupted sleep, I also ended up receiving prophetic visions that came to fruition the next day (once again, because my sleepy butt added Mugwort).

Here’s what you’ll need (all herbs were dried):

  • Hibiscus flowers
  • Lavender
  • Mugwort
  • Sage
  • A small dish or bowl
  • A red candle with Ansuz carved into it (because I work with Odin, but if you’re not a religious witch or you use a different pantheon, you can substitute Ansuz for whatever fits your liking).

Take a few pinches of each of the ingredients and add them to the bowl. Place the bowl on your window sill next to the lit candle, and crack the window open, so the night’s fresh air and energy can enter in. Close your eyes, feel your energy, and say the following three times (I always speak my ingredients):

“Hibiscus, Lavender, Mugwort, Sage

Take away all the day’s rage

Wanted dreams and wanted sleep

The night’s rewards shall I reap.”

Keep your intentions in mind as you speak, remembering to focus on building and moving your energy (and if you bring a deity into the mix, keep your deity in mind as well). Once you’re done, blow out the candle, give thanks, and you’re good to go! (I always leave my window cracked open when I have a spell sitting on it over night, but only do so if you live in an area where it’s safe to leave your windows open overnight).

*Remember, you can always tinker with the ingredients or the words or whatever you want! Magic isn’t something that’s set in stone, and it works differently for every person. If you feel better adjusting something to do it differently, by all means, do so! :)

**Also, for those who are curious, the vision I received was of me parking in my normal lot on campus, only to get a parking ticket, then becoming very frustrated because I shouldn’t have gotten the ticket. The next day, I parked in my normal spot, and lo-and-behold, got out of class to find a ticket on my windshield (I should not get tickets, because I paid for a parking pass for the entire quarter). I was understandably irritated, so I logged onto my student parking account, only to find that the system had glitched and kicked my car off the pass earlier that morning.

Have fun being stranded in the Philippines.

Please be patient, the buildup to this is intense and long but the resulting revenge has probably put me on the Devil’s shortlist. (tl:dr at the end)

About 3 months before I finally quit, I was getting really pissed. Management was never in the office, the Owner couldn’t make up his mind about anything, and so many people were quitting that I ended up being the only Programmer/Developer in an office of about 50 people… for a company that received 95% of its business from online sales. People started taking credit for my work and I decided to quit. Looked around for jobs, found one pretty quickly, and put in my two weeks notice with a nice little note that simply said something to the effect of “I hereby resign, effective blah blah blah”.

Lo and behold the man who had in the last few days become my manager (we’ll call him Frank) instead of idk maybe promoting the only programmer in the company to the head of the development department, begged me to stay, promised me a raise, and told me about their new project and how he wanted me to be involved.

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A/N: This is my very bad attempt at something cute, but you know… Fluff isn’t my best. Also a bit different from what I’ve done in the past, so feedback would be great. I messed up the months, I’m aware. 

Word count: 3,365

Pickering, Canada
April 2024

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For work reasons, I regularly have to stand up in front of a bunch of people I have never met before, and talk to them. Usually it’s about fifteen people, but at conference time my seminars have upwards of seventy-five people or more in the audience.

For years, public speaking was not my favorite thing; I dreaded it more than anything else in the world. But I love it now, and I’ve been told I’m good at it, so I’m gonna share some tips. 

  1. Freak out. Go ahead. Give yourself permission to panic about having to stand up in front of a bunch of people and give a speech. Go. Panic, scream, cry, complain to the world. Just get it out of your system - really get it all out in one go. You can have anywhere from ten minutes to three hours, depending on how close this due date is. But however long you take, know that when you’re done freaking out, that’s it - it’s work time now.
  2. Make an outline. Write down the main points you want to cover. Dates, theories, equations, all of the Big Stuff. Write them all down in the beginning, so you won’t forget them later.
  3. Once the Big Stuff is written down, start filling in details: what’s important about this date, explain this theory, what’s the application for this equation. If it seems relevant, give examples (but limit it to one or two easy examples per item; overfilling with examples can lead to your audience forgetting what you were talking about)
  4. If you are making a PowerPoint - start transferring that outline into your slides. Don’t worry about design, format, animations, none of that right now. It shouldn’t be pretty at the beginning, all you need is your information on the slides. Make sure your slides are simple and not stuffed with information. Font size should be at least 28 for every bit of text - if you need to shrink it down to fit your information on, move it to the next slide or user fewer words.
  5. Write your speech in bullet points. Resist the urge to write it out word-for-word. If you write it out word-for-word and practice from that and nothing else, one of two things is probably going to happen: you will recite the speech as you have written and it will come across as a recitation rather than a presentation, or you will forget a word somewhere in the middle and stumble over yourself. Writing your speech in bullet points lets you fill in the transitions as you’re practicing; your flow will be more even and natural when you’re speaking, and you won’t get caught up in what the next word is supposed to be.
  6. Practice. Practice, practice, practice. Do not, under any circumstances, wing it. If you wing it, you will feel unprepared, so you will come across as unprepared, and you will probably forget important details or be surprised when a particular slide shows up. Practice until you are tired of your topic, practice until you want to murder your topic and bury it out in the back.
  7. There’s nothing worse than being in the middle of a sentence and realizing you have no more air left. When you’re practicing, make note of where you should breathe.
  8. Practice with an audience that can interact with you (your dog is a loving and supportive friend, but your dog can’t tell that you’re talking too fast). You need to give your speech to someone who will give you honest feedback - it can be an audience of one. Make it clear to them how you want their help: do you want them to critique your content, your presentation skills, or both.
  9. Preparation is equally as important as practicing. Check your PowerPoint - are all your animations working correctly? Is everything spelled right? Do you have legible notecards written in a way that will help you? Do you have an outfit planned (you want to look nice, but you also want to be comfortable)?
  10. Three days before, stop tweaking it. Stop making major changes. Go ahead and change the wording, but do not add any new content (and do not remove content unless it really is garbage). Up until now you’ve been practicing with a certain set of content, and throwing new content in at the last minute can unsettle your pacing and structure - it’s information you haven’t had nearly as much time as practice.
  11. One day before, leave it alone completely. It’s locked. Done. It’ll be what it’ll be. 24 hours before your speech is not the time to making any kind of adjustments to it. You’ve practiced what you have, you know you can rock what you have, so you’re going to give what you have.
  12. If steps 9 and 10 have both failed for any number of reasons (which is fine! happens to me all the time), then this is the rule you need to pay attention to. For the love of everything you find holy, do not make changes to your speech right before you give it. This has the same effect as winging it, and all the practice you’ve done will be for nothing.
  13. Get a good night’s sleep. Be hydrated. Eat breakfast (but not a super big special breakfast that might upset your stomach; eat your normal breakfast, even if that’s toaster pastries and a can of soda). Dress in layers, so you can remove or add a layer as necessary and not be freezing or sweating up there.
  14. Go first, if you have the option. Seriously. Volunteer to go first. You’ll get it out of the way, and you’ll be done. More importantly, you won’t be watching everyone else’s presentations/speeches while worrying about your own - that’s a super easy way to psych yourself out. So go first, or at least go early.

Other tips!

  1. Watch stand-up comedy. What stand-up comedy teaches you is timing, pacing, and audience interaction. Stand-up comics stand in front of people and talk to them for a living - they just happen to be funny when they do it. Study them for timing and pacing: where do they pause, for how long, how do they transition two wildly different topics together, etc. Stand-up comics are great at handling unpredictable audiences.
  2. PowerPoint animations: never use slide transitions, and the only animation you should ever use is “appear.” The “appear” animation controls what’s on the slide at any given time and is helpful for both you and the audience (though don’t make stuff disappear once it’s already on the slide). You won’t rush over yourself trying to move on to the next topic, because the next topic isn’t visible yet.
  3. Also on PowerPoint: know where your slides end. Create a little circle or square in the bottom corner that’s just a shade or two darker than the background color, and have it be the last thing to appear on the slide. Your audience won’t notice it, but it’ll be an indicator for you that the slide’s over and you’re moving on.
  4. If it’s speech with a time limit, have a buddy keep time by holding up a piece of paper with how much time you have remaining. Since you’ve practiced, you should know about how long your speech is, but you may speed up or slow down in front of people and you need to know about that. Be clear with them up front about what they need to tell you: you don’t want to be suddenly blindsided with 2:00 LEFT, but neither do you want to be warned every five minutes.
  5. Have a buddy give you signals. I talk super fast in front of people, so I always have someone in the back of the room to give me the “slow down” hand signal. You may also get really quiet, and you need someone to tell you to speak up. If at all possible, you want to adjust your speed or volume before someone in the audience points it out to you, which can interrupt your rhythm and train of thought.
  6. If you talk with your hands, talk with your hands. If you want to stand still, stand still. If you like jokes, tell jokes. If you need Star Trek references, make them. Let yourself be yourself. You’re already in an uncomfortable situation, and trying to silence something fundamental about who you are is going to make it so much worse. Be yourself in front of a crowd - you will be a lot more interesting, and a lot more fun (and have a lot more fun), than everyone else who’s trying to be as flat as possible.

If you have any questions or want some extra advice or anything, I’m happy to help!

Sarah was proud of herself. Not only had she found a successful man that would spoil her as she lounges around, but he bought her this huge house she was standing in.

What she hadn’t planned on was the consequences of being so needy. When her husband didn’t put a condom on their first night in the new house and laughed about it when she asked, she quickly realized that if she was going to get all those rooms, he was going to get to fill them.

A year and a three months after that first night, Sarah posed to take a quick picture for her husband while he was away on a work trip. A set of triplets later, she was already working on his quads. She had sure done a lot of growing since he’d been gone and it was evident on her frame.

“You’ve got me too big to touch myself this time,” she typed. I need you to get home soon and take care of the baby machine you’ve created. “And remember to schedule time off 5 months from now. We need to get started on those other rooms. And if you don’t mind, I think we might want to plan on all our kids sharing rooms.”

reasons why dianetti needs to happen:

  • electric chemistry
  • understands each other on a deeper level, seemingly different dispositions but both demonstrate appreciation towards similar things e.g. violence
  • effortlessly makes each other happy 
  • interracial wlw couple
  • because b99 is a comedy and Gina and Rosa are main characters, there is little need to worry about either of them getting killed off, thus no Dead Lesbian™ trope that dramas love to use to dispose of wlws (gina got hit by a bus and was legally dead for two minutes, but whoop dee doo three episodes later she’s fine and dandy so their love cannot be killed literally)
  • Gina and Rosa (Gina especially) would not at all hate themselves for their sexuality, thus resulting in two unapologetic bisexual ladies- a power couple that loves each other without abandon 
  • a sapphic romance in a sitcom would go a long way in normalizing the existence of lgbtq+ couples, and b99 is especially apt for this as they have done a great job in portraying HEALTHY heterosexual and gay relationships
  • my personal happiness

Their daughter gets sick the night before the free skate of the Grand Prix Final.

It was to be Otabek’s last Grand Prix final, having deciding to retire no matter what the outcome. He had a daughter to care for, plus his body was starting to give out. He couldn’t skate forever. He had no idea what he wanted to do once his skating career was over, but he would figure it out.

So, their daughter gets sick the night before the last day of the Grand Prix Final and they need to get sleep. Yakov, who had gratefully agreed to coach Otabek for his last year, would be pissed if they showed up with dark circles under their eyes.

But Ekaterina keeps crying and coughing and she even vomits all over Otabek all in the course of three hours. He and Yuri take turns sleeping and taking care of her. Otabek sings her to sleep and Yuri rocks her, whispering kind Russian words in a sleepy voice.

When it’s time to get up early that morning all three of them are bleary eyed, Katya’s fever never subsiding. Yuri doesn’t drink coffee but he buys an energy drink, Otabek grabbing a coffee for himself. And then they have to go to the rink for practice before it actually starts.

Yuri is glaring when he hands Katya over to Victor and Yuuri, who for whatever reason had decided to come. Both parents were grateful they were there though so they could give their daughter to somebody trustworthy.

“WE gave her medicine already,” Yuri was explaining with a scowl, “Make sure that blanket stays wrapped around her or I will wring your neck. And then make sure she wears the headphones. I don’t want to hear her screaming over the music okay?”

“Don’t worry Yurio we’ve got this. It’ll be good practice for when we have a child!” Victor grinned.

“Don’t reproduce, for the love of god.” Yuri mumbled.

Yuuri just laughed and rubbed Katya’s back. “We’ll take good care of her Yurio, I promise. Good luck.”

Yuri scowled and Otabek curled his arm around him, turning him away. They needed to go before Yakov wrings their neck. Yakov was fuming by the time they got to him and he shoved them on the ice after getting changed.

Otabek skated with his heart heavy with anxiety and worry. He was worried about his daughter, wondering if Victor and Yuuri could handle a sick child. And he was anxious for other reasons. He had a plan when the scores were announced and three skaters stood on the podium. If everything worked out he and Yuri would be standing up there together. Yuri was currently at number one, the only thing separating them being one Jean-Jacques Leroy.

Skating their programs approached slow yet quick. Three skaters went before Otabek but he wasn’t breaking a sweat. He closed his eyes and listened to the music, imagining his movements and the twirls and jumps of his body. And then he skated onto the ice, passing by Emil as he did so.

“Beka, Davai!” Yuri called out and Otabek smirked to himself as his music began. He focused all of his thoughts on his daughter, as his program was dedicated to her. 

And when he was done, there were tears clinging to his lashes as he ended with the thought of Yuri curled protectively around Katya in his sleep. He earned a roar of applause and a score that brought him to number one. 

JJ skated but he didn’t come close to Otabek (or Phichit’s score).

And then Yuri took the ice, a thumbs-up coming right after Otabek’s cry of “Davai.” He was flawless, of course he was. But Otabek a little better, earning gold overall with Yuri at silver and Phichit finally earning a medal for his country.

Yuri wasn’t mad that he had gotten silver because he lost to his love.

Besides, he got a gold medal of his own.

After the gold medal was stung around Otabek’s neck, he dropped to one knee next to Yuri and pulled a ring from the pocket of his free skate costume. The bouquet of flowers fell from Yuri’s arms as he brought his hands up to cup my face. Phichit was standing behind Otabek in the same fashion as Yuri and he looked like he was itching for his phone.

“Yuri. Marry me.” He didn’t propose it as a question, but when had he ever.

“Of course, dumbass.” Yuri laughed through his tears, which he would openly deny either. Cameras were flashing but Otabek rose from his knee and Yuri tugged him close by his medal to kiss him in front of the crowd. 

Somewhere in the audience Victor and Yuuri were openly sobbing, Katya in Victor’s arms asleep completely unaware of the moment currently happening.

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after taking me over thREE HECKIN WEEKS TO MAKE my first animation meme is finally done!! :0 chose to do Posin’ with Knockout and Breakdown since I thought it fit them well pffffftt. This was lots of fun to make (albeit really challenging too) and I’m really happy with the way this came out!! you can totally expect to see more of these from me in the future!!

*all proper credit/links to originals are given in the video’s description