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ASKS - Names

Asks sent to my main, answered here. Themes - what’s a true name, exactly?

  • Anon said: So what happens with people who have officially changed their names? I’m thinking especially for trans students who change names to match their gender, but anybody who’s gone through the process of legally changing names. Would their deadname still be their “true name” as far as the Gentry are concerned?
  • Anon said: how would the name thing work with deadnames? would the deadname be the “real name” or the name from birth?
  • Anon said: What if you legally changed your name? Would that still hold power or something or just your birth name?
  • Anon said: More for the name things: What about trans students? My name is Lucian but my birth name is completely different. Which one would count as my true name?
  • Anon said: In terms of trans folks at EU, would their birth name be the one that could control them? Or would it be their preferred name?
  • Anon said: About the name thing, how does that work for trans people? Do the fae go by birth certificate or what you believe as your name?
  • Anon said: What about preferred names? Like I don’t feel any attachment to my birth/legal name and no one calls me by it. What would be considered dangerous to use?
  • orendork said: EU question: Would a trans person’s real name be their birth name or their chosen name?? Like would it be safe to go by a chosen name?
  • lupus-lunarem submitted: At elsewhere University if you have a legal name change which name is then used against you? Your birth name or changed name?
  • Anon said: In response to the question of “true names”, I wonder if the Fae could be tricked by the giving of a deadname. Perhaps a trans person/someone who changed their name for personal reasons might be able to give a member of the Folk their deadname as a part of a bargain & the faery would accept it as a part of the bargain, since more antiquated traditions might designate that as the “true name”. However, since the person’s deadname doesn’t really have power over them, the bargain could be safe while remaining valid
  • zeromylesperhour said: I rly liked your idea of the trans kids playing games for simple things like voice changes. I’ve also always thought about how true names would work in that situation! Like a faerie might think it has power over a trans kid because it knows their “name” but it’s their birth name and not their real name.

Especially in a place where belief holds such power as it does at Elsewhere University, your true name would be your preferred name - the one that means you, heart and soul. While on campus, you should keep it secret from all but those you trust with your life. Your deadname would have no power over you. The legal status of your true name doesn’t matter; it draws its power from the weight and identity you give it.

As far as the Gentry are concerned, in folklore one’s true name was often synonymous with one’s birth name, and I imagine that because of this, for a time after Elsewhere began to seep back into the world, they would ask a birth name as a price for a boon, and occasionally be very, very surprised when it was given without a fight and held no power at all. They have learned to be more careful for what they ask for since then, but not after several rather embarrassing deals, and every once in a while one of the more antiquated Fair Folk will make this mistake over again.

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So I remembered a post or two about a queer coffee shop instead of bar, to cater less toward those who can/want to drink. And I remembered a post about how if you really wanted to be radical, you’d open a homeless shelter or something that would make a significant difference in people’s lives.

And whilst on the treadmill, I invented a thing.

It’s not plastered with rainbows. If you don’t know what to look for, you don’t even recognize it as anything other than a coffee shop pretending to be a bookstore. It has overstuffed chairs gathered in circles, and portraits and posters lining the walls. If you read the plaques beneath the posters, though, you’ll see they’re of famous or history-changing queers, from Silvia Rivera to Marsha P. Johnson to Harvey Milk. The posters range from resources for homeless youth to one-time queer-themed community events to advertising for groups that meet at the coffee shop. One proudly proclaims an open mic night that is also a safe space. Another explains the workings of a queer interfaith support group–”Discuss broader topics with the whole group and then split off (by faith or not) for more focused support. Currenly attending are Christian, Jewish, and Muslim queer people, but all people of all faiths are welcome.”

An unobtrusive bookshelf lining the back wall bears a sign announcing that all books are paid for by donation. In smaller print, it explains that if it’s a choice between not paying and not taking the book home, they’d rather you took the book. You start at the As and discover The Invisible Orientation: An Introduction to Asexuality. You’re completely confused by the organization at first, but moving further down the row reveals Bi America: Myths, Truths, and Struggles of an Invisible Community and All About Demisexuality, and you realize it’s organized by label. The Ts take up an entire row by themselves.

The baked goods are a tad overpriced, but a sign above the counter and a matching one in the window proclaim that anyone who is homeless can have a free sandwich and as much water and menstrual products as they want every day. All they have to do is ask. A bit of asking around reveals that the local homeless shelters, discount stores, employment offices, doctor’s offices, and food banks are supplied by the owner of the coffee shop with coupons for heavy discounts on anything. You figure that the regular price is designed to get the well-off to help pay for food for those who need it. After voicing this opinion, someone tells you the shop only sells local and Fair Trade, which also boosts the price.

A second sign in the window proclaims, “Help Wanted! Qualifications required: radical socialist feminism or an ability to keep your damn mouth shut. We pay our disabled employees equal wages.” Sure enough, the shift changes, and the new barista props up a sign reading, “I’m Deaf, please sign or write down your order,” with pictures demonstrating how to sign ‘coffee’, ‘milk’, and three different sizes.

You have never learnt a word of ASL, but ‘large coffee’ sounds easy enough, so you haltingly give it a try. She gives you a giant grin and serves you the best coffee you’ve had since you left home. You wave goodbye and leave a hefty tip in the tip jar on your way out.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Hope you are doing well! Is there anything you are looking forward to/major goals you have planned for over the summer or in general?

Thanks for your concern! Thankfully my biggest goal has already been met for the time being, which was getting in grad school. Now I’m just waiting for the program to start in September. There are still lots of details to work out (they haven’t placed me in housing yet, I’m still waiting on loan approvals, etc.), but so long as I do well in the program I’m on a very clear path for what I’ll be doing for my career! 

So with that in mind, my summer goals are all social stuff. I’m trying to broaden my social circle, meet new people, met more of my friends’ friends, maybe find someone who I actually mutually want to date for the first time in over 2 years. I’m also trying to do more fairs and festivals and stuff, and I traded a bunch of shifts this week so that I could be off work to go to Pride for the first time in 3 years! So hopefully that will be great. One of my friends is actually going to be in our parade, so that’s cool 

Meet & Greet Experience: Michael Christian Martinez

Friday, February 21st, I learned that Michael Martinez would be coming back from Sochi and that SM would have him perform his Olympic routines and host meet and greet sessions afterwards.

They scheduled it from the 23rd to the 25th in three different SM malls that had Olympic-sized skating rinks.

I wanted to go on the 25th since it was a holiday (Anniversary of the EDSA revolution).

I begged my parents to take me to the Mall of Asia (which was a two-hour drive away). They initially said no, telling me it was a waste of time. It drove me crazy thinking about missing the chance to meet Martinez.

I started moping, and I tried to (ironically) distract myself by painting a portrait of him.

It was a bad method of trying to forget about it. It didn’t in any way improve my hopeless mood.

I started on Sunday night, and I added the final details at about three in the morning on Tuesday (the 25th).

I wanted to see him skate. I thought it would be amazing to see him in person. Amazing because his whole Olympic journey is just pure magic. Not even just his road to the Olympics, but on his early years, and how skating started out as just an exercise to help him fight his asthma.

Nine years later, he makes history by qualifying in the Winter Olympics. Who knew a tropical country with only a handful of skating rinks could produce an Olympian? And a 17 year old at that! After two decades, a Filipino once again enters the prestigious (ice) event!

Even his mother's never-ending support was completely heartwarming. She was with him all the way through. She even learned ice-skating with him to coach him herself.

Martinez is undeniably hardworking and talented; the biggest obstacles he has probably faced were his lack of funding and his latest injuries.

That didn’t stop him.

He made it.

And the world was left in awe.

On the morning of the 25th, my dad miraculously agreed to take me to MOA. I literally wanted to start dancing. (I didn’t though.)

I decided to bring the painting in an attempt to hand it to him as a gift.

When I got to MOA, I learned that to get a meet and greet pass, you would have to be part of the first 20 skating ticket purchasers.

Well, that sucked. I had arrived late, and a huge crowd had already gathered around the rink.

I decided it would be enough just to see him perform though, so I pushed my way into the crowd and settled near the barrier that surrounded the makeshift stage.

I wanted to try skating, since I’ve never actually taken on the ice before, but then I saw those little eight year olds who could do fancy jumps and twirls. I told myself, “Okay. No way.”

There was a lot of screams and I thought the crowd was just messing around. It took me a few minutes to actually spot Michael warming up on the ice, skating his way through the little kids who were also on the rink.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was actually there.

At 12NN, Michael Martinez performed his Malaguena routine.

The spectators went wild. I couldn’t help but smile as he did triple axels. The landings were perfect. It was no wonder he got into the finals.

After his performance was the meet and greet. I watched enviously as the press and the lucky ticket holders were ushered into the press con area.

I was pressed against the metal railings near the right side of the stage. We patiently waited for Michael to appear. I had my painting out, and I was clutching it nervously over the other side of the barrier.

I never expected it, but the painting caught the attention of the media.

I got interviewed. (by Rappler, I think.) Several cameramen and photographers got a shot of the painting. Way to go, painting.

What was really unexpected was when one of the handlers (he wasn’t Filipino; he was Scottish, I think) near me took notice of my painting and signaled to me, asking if I made it and if I wanted to have it autographed. I nodded furiously, expecting him to take it from me and hand it to Michael on stage. Instead, he started talking with his colleagues, and he was pointing at me. Michael’s coaches also took notice. I asked if I could come  inside the meet and greet area but he just smiled sadly and he shook his head.

Oh, well, I thought.

At one point, Michael saw my painting and went over to try and sign it. He didn’t reach me though. The crowd went wild and started pushing and shoving. Security had to pull him back.

Scottish dude finally came back and he told me something that totally blew my mind. He started giving me instructions. He told me that he couldn’t get me near the stage, but that the management was willing to let me go and see Michael after the meet and greet. He told me I could have it signed, give it as a gift, or even have them hang the painting inside the rink. It took me about a minute to let it sink in. I blurted out, “Seriously?!” And after that, I shouted my thanks as Scottish dude walked away. I was screaming internally.

After Michael Martinez signed the last photo that was handed to him, he waved goodbye, took his exit, and made his way to the side of the rink and into the conference room. The crowd started to shove and push, wanting to take a last glimpse of the Olympian.

I practically crawled out of the sea of people and ran to the side of the rink as I was instructed, and Scottish dude found me and walked me through security.

The rest was a real blur.

I remember that I couldn’t stop shaking when I came face to face with the 5'8" ice skater. I handed him the painting and I got a photo with him. I also got an autograph. Gotta have a souvenir. Fair trade.

He was really nice, and he said thank you a lot. He was very sincere. He didn’t look like he was used to getting hundreds of fans crowding around him. Who knew right? The Winter Olympics made him an instant sensation.

I wished him luck on his competition in Sofia, Bulgaria. (World Junior Figure Skating Championships)

As I walked out of the room, I almost forgot my phone (which was used to snap the photo.) I was just too nervous!

^ It was the only photo I got and I looked reaaaaally shitty. Maybe it was from my lack of sleep and from all the crowd swimming I did.

Regardless of the haggard appearance, I’m happy I was lucky enough to get in and meet him.

His story is truly inspiring, and I know I’m not the only one blown away by it. His road to 2018 is underway, and I wish him the best of luck. I hope he finally bags a medal in PyeongChang! (Or in Bulgaria first.)

If he doesn’t (which I doubt), he’ll still be a winner to all of us!

sammiebombastic  asked:

14 and 25 for those cute asks💖💖💖

14 🎈: Something that fascinates you?

Oh man, what doesn’t fascinate me? Some might say I live with my heads in the clouds because I’m always admiring the little things like light peeking through branches, wildflowers growing on the sidewalk, how a person’s voice changes throughout a conversation, etc. But I just feel better by focusing my energy on the present. 

25 🎯: Goal you have in mind?

I’m working to be more conscious of my consumption. I’m a vegetarian and am working towards veganism, but I also put effort into consuming more locally-grown, organic and fair trade products. 

Thank you so much, Sammy!

To explain the doughnut thing I talk about in regard to my patron:

One of the biggest aspects of the ocean god is that He is the only god that properly has the ability to gaze into the future at will. It’s an ability that’s passed down through two or three other gods and manifests in Him as a title: the God of Divination/Seer. 

He’s also a very fair god. If He gets something, then He’s obligated to give something. If He gives something, He demands something in return. These things are usually equivalent in value (bargains usually go like “I will give You ____ if You do this for me. I think that’s a fair trade”). Favors and doing what He wants also gain gifts from Him. 

That’s where the doughnuts come in. For some bizarre reason, over the years we’ve always received free doughnuts right before something big happens that requires time to clean up/take care of. Like clockwork, the doughnuts come a day before something goes wrong. 

It’s like having a god show up, give you a gift, and say, “Thanks for taking care of this huge disaster!” And you’re like, “What? What’s going to happen?” But He’s already gone and you’re left with a box of doughnuts and dread. I’m not sure if it’s because of the whole future gazing thing or the comedy thing, but that’s how my patron handles issues and now free pastries put me on edge. 


New Zealander Unna Burch, who blogs at The Forest Cantina, taught herself everything she knows about good home cooking — and now, with her second Forest Cantina cookbook, she’s ready to teach you. 

“During the week I want fuss-free meals. Tasty food that isn’t too complicated to put together,” she says. “Weekends or during the holidays I like to make dishes that require a little more time and attention. My food philosophy is fresh, free range, and fair trade.”

The book also provides a guide to suburban self-sufficiency, including how-tos on keeping gardens, chickens, and bees — yes, bees! Dig in to the project here.

History Wednesday: The Battle of the Brews

The emphasis on hot morning beverages in chapter 74 had me wondering if we’ve uncovered what this conflict is really about. Could this be a battle of the brews? The Warriors are clearly a clan of coffee drinkers, while the Walled World has tasted only tea. 

I wonder, does the choice of hot drinks define the two groups? Maybe. Maybe not. But recent science has determined a genetic link to those who prefer coffee. No lie. You can read about it here. Psychologist have also identified a few generalities about coffee drinkers, namely, they tend to be more stubborn, more reward focused and most importantly, more addicted to their beverage.

Reiner looks lovingly at his morning cuppa joe. Bert wishes Reiner would look at him.

And that, my friends, gives us a motive. Coffee supplies are limited and the over-caffeinated warriors don’t want to share. Perhaps the warriors have invaded the Walled World to protect their supply. The agreed upon 100 year coffee embargo with the First King has come to an end, and distributions would soon resume.  Seriously, wars have been fought for far less. Fair trade and food supplies could also be involved. 

They need the coordinate power to keep the walled residents from remembering the joys of java. Just look at that first image - Armin had a single sniff but you could already see his fascination. And Erwin is mighty interested in the iron pot. Perhaps somewhere in his deep memory or a forbidden book he recalls that coffee is best made with a french press.

The only factor yet to be considered are Ymir’s people. Where did they stand in this battle. Is it possible they tried to maintain a middle ground? Unfortunately, you simply cannot be on the fence in the coffee vs tea debate. The spineless cowards who refuse to choose are the most looked down upon of all. Is it possible Ymir’s people were the dreaded hot cocoa heathens? If so, that explains why they were transformed into mindless beasts.

3 of 7 // snk crack theories week 2016


Teddy has a crush on a cheerleader.

Which according to the rest of his football team is kind of the status quo considering how many of them are dating cheerleaders. The only issue is the cheerleader Teddy has a crush on is a boy.

Billy Kaplan, to be specific.

Billy Kaplan, king of the nerds and also the triple somersault and the number one starring actor in all of Teddy’s daydreams. To be exact. 

It’s not really an issue, if he’s being honest. His teammates know he’s gay. The school is still in the dark but only because Teddy chooses not to broadcast it. His teammates have his back on and off the field and that’s enough for Teddy, really. He’s not sure if he wants to come out to the entire school by asking out his number one crush.

So, for now, he just catches glimpses in the halls and during classes and pays a lot of attention during half time performances. 

It’s enough.



Billy has a crush on a football player.

Considering how attractive their team is, it’s not surprising. But Billy’s crush is on the hottest, most Adonis like who also happens to be a nerd player in the entire school. 

Teddy Altman, to be specific.

Teddy Altman, the boy who stopped to help Billy pick up his books freshmen year after John Kessler knocked them to the ground and who Billy has been lowkey in love with ever since. To be exact. 

Billy’s sexuality isn’t exactly a secret around the school. It’s the reason John Kessler turned him into a human punching back for two years, after all. It’s also the thing that drove him to try out for cheerleading in the first place and find a nice little hole he could dig himself into where he had actual friends and people who cared.

The girls on the team are all, despite what all popular teen movies try to make you think, very wonderfully nice. Once he joined the squad, he was under one hundred percent protection not only from the girls but also from any of their respective boyfriends. If John Kessler touched one hair on his head, he would be forced to face down twelve girls with kick ass back flips and their muscled football player boyfriends. 

It was pretty awesome.

So he’s out to the school and he’s already done the boyfriend thing (it did not work out) so really the only issue with Teddy is actually Teddy since Billy isn’t entirely sure which way he swings.

So for now, he can let himself glance in class or in the halls or pay very close attention when he’s on the sidelines at football games. 

It’s enough.



Everything changes at Homecoming.

It’s arguably the most important game of the year since it’s the one most of the school comes out for. The squad has a pretty kick ass routine ready for half time and Billy is nervously excited. Their captain, Amber, schedules one last practice after school coincidentally at the same time the football team is having a last pre-game planning session before the game.

Billy is so horribly distracted by sweaty Teddy Altman in his practice jersey that when he gets to the top of the pyramid, he forgets to lock his knees. The girls, bless them, try to keep a hold of him but Billy knows it’s inevitable and as he falls backwards, he closes his eyes and braces for impact.

It comes but it’s not the ground. It’s a set of warm arms that catch him and a breath hot against his ear as whoever it is exhales harshly. Billy lets himself open his eyes and stares into the bright blue fathomless depths he calls Teddy Altman’s eyes.

Oh, fuck.

“Nice catch,” Billy says because he can’t stop himself, “No wonder you’re on the football team.”

Teddy’s lips quirk into a grin as he helps Billy get to his feet. “And nice fall. Is that a cheer leading thing I’ve never noticed or?”

“Sun was in my eyes,” Billy says, wrapping his arms around himself and glancing away. “Um. Thanks.”

“No problem. I can’t wait to see it at the game. The part where you don’t fall, I mean.”

Billy laughs and looks up and Teddy’s smile seems to widen. “I can’t wait to see you. Win the game, I mean. Since it’s Homecoming and all.”

“Right,” Teddy says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Speaking of Homecoming-”

“Billy!” Amber calls. “I’m glad you’re not dead but we really need to work on this!”

“Right,” Billy says and he can feel himself flush. “I need to, um…”

“Right,” Teddy says. “Me too.”

He jogs back to his team and Billy sighs longingly. Nyssa comes up beside him and nudges him.

“Lucky duck,” she says, grinning.

“If I was lucky,” Billy mutters, “He would have asked me out.”


The routine goes off without a hitch that night. Billy does not fall into the waiting arms of Teddy Altman but he does rack up some celebratory cheers from the crowd and it’s almost a fair trade. He also gets to see Teddy make the winning touchdown for the game and joins his squad in cheering their assess off.

Teddy looks almost bashful among the praise from his team and it makes Billy’s stomach swoop. When he catches Teddy’s eye, he gives him a thumbs up and he watches as Teddy pulls out of the fray and jogs over to him.

“Nice game,” Billy says, trying not to focus on delicious sweaty Teddy Altman. “Good tackling…thing.”

Teddy laughs. “And good not falling routine thing.”

Billy grins. “Thanks.”

Teddy glances back at the crowd and Billy says, “Go on and celebrate. You earned it.”

Instead, Teddy turns back to Billy and asks, “Are you going to the dance tomorrow?”

“Against my will. My squad thinks it’s important I have school spirit. I just like doing back flips.”

Teddy grins. “Backflips are pretty cool.”

“Sometimes I pretend I’m Spiderman,” Billy says and then instantly regrets any and all life decisions that brought him to this point. Possibly including his parents meeting and conceiving him. Possibly. 

Teddy doesn’t make fun, however. His grin gets a little wider and he says, “Well, duh. Who doesn’t?”

Before Billy can say Marry me? Teddy follows it up with, “Since you’re going to the dance against your will, maybe you’ll save me a dance?”

Billy blinks. Hard. Then he does it again to make sure Teddy is still standing there. When he is, Billy says “I could save you all the dances.”

“I’ll take them all,” Teddy promises and then he leans in.

Billy’s seen enough cheesy teen movies to know that the football star sweeping a cheerleader into a kiss after winning the big game is one of those right before the credits roll and the music swells moments. 

He just never thought in a million years it would happen to him.

anonymous asked:

XI - Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries? [ByaIchi]

[Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries?]

Before they got together, Byakuya didn’t. The Kuchikis as a whole aren’t big on celebrations of any kind, and Byakuya is known for keeping his colleagues and subordinates at arm’s length. He had no friends, and the nicest, most genuine greeting would usually come from Ukitake or Kyouraku. A handful of polite happy birthdays might crop up on the day of his birth from his relatives or clan elders, along with a couple of the other captains, same with Christmas and New Year’s, but other than that, those days were about the same as every other for him. Hisana didn’t like birthdays because it reminded her of her own forgotten one and her sister whom she abandoned, so they never celebrated either in the few years that Byakuya courted and wed her.

Ichigo on the other hand does celebrate, if only because of his sisters. Their mother loved the holidays, any holiday, and she’d go all out. Ever since she died, he’s tried to mimic her because the twins cried the first Christmas when Isshin was busy drinking in the clinic and Ichigo just… didn’t think to put up any decorations. So big holidays were still big deals to them, and birthdays were even bigger deals. Ichigo always put thought into the presents he got the girls, and Karin and especially Yuzu loved to throw him ‘surprise’ parties every year. Isshin was willing to pitch in too after the first few years of spending holidays in the clinic (partly because Ichigo wouldn’t let him drink in front of the girls), and even though the celebrations sometimes made him more sad than happy, he’ll suck it up and nail on a smile for his sisters.

The first time Ichigo and Byakuya celebrate something together, it’s Byakuya’s birthday again. Ichigo drags the captain away from his paperwork – bribes Renji into finishing the awful stuff – but he doesn’t take Byakuya out on some fancy date or even out in public because Ichigo knows he doesn’t like that sort of thing. Byakuya prefers to keep personal matters more private, not secret, but simply not flaunting it, and he enjoys a quiet afternoon and good tea and just some relaxations, all of which he doesn’t get very often because he’s both a clan head and a captain, so that’s what Ichigo offers him – rest, with nothing pressing to attend to, and a present in the form of exotic teas from all around the world that make Byakuya smile. They spend the rest of the day lazing about by a river with a picnic between them and nature all around them (with no nosy friends to bother them).

When Ichigo’s birthday swings around after Byakuya’s, the twins are away at college, and Ichigo’s never partied with his friends on this day, so it’s just the two of them. Ichigo isn’t even really expecting anything, except Byakuya drops by his apartment to pick him up, dressed in jeans and a shirt and coat with a scarf, kenseikan and dutiful propriety nowhere in sight (though he’s still one of the most aristocratic people Ichigo has ever met), and before Ichigo can digest all this, Byakuya’s already taken him out to a restaurant that Ichigo mentioned months earlier for lunch. The whole affair isn’t anything crazy or pretentious, thank god (but then this is Byakuya after all; the man is hardly one for dramatics), but Byakuya makes the day special, going out of his way to take Ichigo out on a date he’s obviously planned with some of Ichigo’s favourite places in mind, which had to have taken at least a few weeks’ worth of sneaky research into the human world, and by the time they return to Ichigo’s apartment, there’s a present and cake waiting for them (“I had Rukia deliver them while we were out.” “You’re encouraging your sister’s breaking and entering skills; nice.” “I could have had Renji deliver them, if you’d prefer that next time?” “…He’d probably eat the cake.” “Precisely.”). Ichigo is honestly thrilled, enjoyed himself in a way he hasn’t in all his previous birthdays since his mom died, and Byakuya is subtle about it but to Ichigo, the guy looks damn proud of himself to the point of smugness. It’s so irritating that he just has to kiss it off Byakuya’s face. Byakuya doesn’t seem to mind.

They both – of course – celebrate their anniversary, but Byakuya of all people insists on celebrating the day Ichigo made him concede their final battle as enemies instead of the day they officially got together. His reason is as sappy as they come – “You changed me for the better that day, Ichigo, and you drew my eye ever since. The more I saw of you after that, the harder it was to look away. That day was the turning point. I never want to forget that.” Byakuya is horrifyingly embarrassed after admitting this but it also makes Ichigo turn endearingly red so he figures it’s a fair trade.

Autonomous E.

The new Mercedes-Benz E-Class is the world’s first standard-production vehicle to be awarded a test license for autonomous driving in the US state of Nevada. In a world first and also in time for the leading trade fair for consumer technology Consumer Electronics Show “CES” in Las Vegas, three standard-production E-Class vehicles have been approved to drive themselves.

in a move that should surprise absolutely no one, the dallas stars address their defensive and goaltending problems by signing forward jiri hudler

SPN S11e19 coda

They drive through the night, and the whole day after, taking turns behind the wheel, not stopping, like they have to get to another hunt, except…

‘Generator’s busted,’ Jesse declares, giving up on that old piece of junk. Cesar had been making noises about replacing it last time, but they forgot about it and now they’re in a cold, empty house on a Saturday night with no electricity.

And no hot shower.

‘Hijo de perra,’ Cesar huffs. ‘Get the bed rolls then. We’ll sleep in the living room.’

‘Wait, what? No, we have a perfectly nice bed. You know, in our bedroom, that is ours, with a real matress…’

‘I smell like a goat. You smell even worse. We are not using my abuela’s linens like this.’

‘…I’m not sleeping on the floor.’

They end up driving back out to the town and getting a room in a motel. Pretty crappy one, at that.

Cesar actually manages to see the humor in it. ‘Fitting, for our last time on the road.’ Jesse gives him the stink-eye and locks himself in the bathroom.

Later that night Cesar wakes up, instantly alert but not knowing why, until he checks Jesse and realizes he’s crying quietly on his side. Cesar wraps his arm around him, nuzzles the nape of his neck, and settles back to sleep like this.

He knows Jesse has a lot to work through, not only about his brother, but also with going back to the town, not to mention getting his revenge, for whatever that’s worth. At least he’s glad he’s not bottling it up anymore.

They wake up the next morning with cricks in their necks and both grumpy as hell, but they don’t talk about it. They make a trip to Walmart to get the generator, but once they’re there they get talked into getting a new heater as well, and then Cesar is making eyes at a barbeque set and Jesse impulse buys it for him.

They spend the entire day cleaning and hooking up the generator, but they have to wait until Monday morning for the plumber to come and do the heater.

‘Let’s not stay here tonight,’ Jesse says quietly when the sun sets.

The house is in a much better shape, but it’s still cold as hell. All things considered, the new heater was necessary. Still, Cesar knows Jesse was looking forward to sleeping under their own roof. ‘Yeah, ok,’ is all he says.

They head back to the motel, and this time they sit on the bed until two in the morning, with cold pizza, just talking. There’s practical stuff, like prioritizing their next purchases for the farm, checking out the nearest trade fairs to get their business started, but also about having Cesar’s sister and nephews come and visit, and maybe making the trip down south for his abuela’s ninety-sixth birthday come October.

Jesse talks a bit about his brother, which is rare, and shows Cesar his coin.

‘We could probably get a good chunk for it,’ Jesse says carefully, and Cesar hums non-commitedly. And that’s the last they talk of selling it.

Monday morning they’re waiting outside the house at eight sharp, so obviously the plumber only shows up at eleven. Cesar leaves Jesse to supervise, that is, to scowl at the guy, and goes grocery shopping. Neither of them is the greatest cook, but his chicken wings are one of Jesse’s favourite dishes, so he loads up and hauls back, only to find the plumber gone and Jesse in a foul mood, weeding around the stable.

He leaves him to it and sets to his own work. He marinates the wings while he sets the table with their hand-embroidered table cloth and the plates they got as a wedding present by the side of the family that didn’t know about their former job. He even puts a lit candle in the middle, because why the hell not. They’ve earned it.

While the wings cook he trims his beard, has a quick shower and changes his shirt. Dash of cologne because, again, why the hell not.

When it’s all finally ready, and the house smells mouth-watering, he goes out to fetch Jesse. He finds him, predictably, having burned through his mood and just tiredly piling up the weeds to burn. Cesar doesn’t even let him say anything: he picks him up, slings him over his shoulder, fireman style, and heads back to the house.

‘What the- Cesar! What- are you- is that cologne?’


‘Put me down! I’m covered in sweat and mud, what are you-’


Cesar kick open the door and deposits him right over the threshold.

‘Welcome home, husband,’ he says, kissing the stunned right out of Jesse.

That night, for the first time, they sleep in their new life.

wecanthavethat  asked:

Please post your reasons for rage about Victoria's Secret.

oh, it’s not…. really specific to victoria’s secret, it’s just that victoria’s secret happens to be where i buy a lot of my bras. so they get my money but also my disdain, which, honestly, i think is a pretty fair trade-off in a global capitalist society such as our own.

it’s really more my fury about having to buy bras and them being so expensive and also buying bras is like, an exercise in Stand In Front Of A Mirror And Silently Criticize Your Body And Probably Your Character Flaws, Why Not, You’re Here Anyway, You Might As Well Think About That Time You Embarrassed Yourself In Front Of A Boy You Liked, And While We’re At It You Don’t Donate Enough To Charity, Asshole. and then of course there is the whole set up of a victoria’s secret/any lingerie store, which is designed to a) make you consider buying a sexy red teddy because if you don’t buy sexy lingerie you’ll never!!!!! be karlie kloss!!! despite the fact that i’m SORRY, mollyhall, but you’re never going to be karlie kloss ANYWAY, no matter HOW many of those weird corset things you look at for 20 minutes pretending you’re going to buy them, you’re not going to buy them, you KNOW you’re not going to buy them you think they look like torture devices!!!! why are you still standing there!!!!! buy your bras and get out!!!!!, and b) make you think you’re supposed to look sexy when you’re comfortable??? i mean i know that’s literally a model’s job, to look good in things, i know that, intellectually, these women put on sweatpants and look beautiful and then someone with a laptop takes away every single flaw they’ve even considered having, of course i know that, but when you’re going in to buy a tool that’s vital to your being comfortable in the body you’re pretending to be a human in you don’t, necessarily, want to be AFFRONTED with these women lounging around like they just woke up looking perfect in fucking WINDBREAKERS or whatever. i mean!!!!!!!!!!!!! it should be illegal!!!!! to look delicate!!!!!! in A TRACK SUIT!!!!!!!!!!!!


i mean it’s fine, obviously. people should be able to buy and wear and love track suits. this is a no hate blog. and also of course women do look sexy when they’re comfortable, it’s not to say that looking sexy when comfortable is impossible it’s just that for ONCE in my life i’d love to see a huge ad for sweatpants that is just a person coming off day 4 of not showering, laying on her couch with potato chips literally sprinkled on her body where she missed her mouth, watching netflix and, i don’t know, cleaning her ears or something, in sweatpants and no shirt. YOU KNOW WHAT? THAT LADY IS LIVING HER BEST LIFE. I’D BUY THAT LADY’S SWEATPANTS. 

anyway my anger at victoria’s secret is not really anger at victoria’s secret itself, which is a corporation designed to play on my insecurities in order to get my money, a job which they are executing to perfection. it’s more at the entire way that things are marketed to women and also probably has something to do with like, taxes on tampons and our razors being more expensive, i don’t know. my brain’s a jungle. i wouldn’t go in there at all if i could avoid it. 

Flight Rising months

took another pass at my old months. Just for funsies.

  • Month of Crystal- Creydok

A month set aside for the Icewarden. It’s a month of reflection for both the past year and the one to come. With it often comes fasting and even Ice dragons in other parts of the world may partake in the fasting. It represents the lean times during the middle of the long Icefield winters. At the end of the month the members of Ice Flight throw a grand Gala that also helps celebrate the coming of spring and being reminded of life within the frozen tundra.

  • Month of Tricks- Muror

During this month the largest Shadow clans will get together to put a grand Carnival. While the Carnival itself lasts only a week most Shadow clans spend the entire month preparing for it. It is one of the few times that the darkness of the Wood is parted and allows the sun to shine down to the forest floor. Dragons from all Flights are encouraged to visit but they usually leave with significantly less gold than when they arrived.

  • Month of Whirlwings- Wismari

During Wismari the Twisting Crescendo is said to reverse its spin, the entire storm coming to a strange stand still for several hours as it changes directions. Wind dragons gather far and wide to watch the phenomena and once the Crescendo has finished its new spin they promptly throw a large party. That party usually extends into the Mistal Jamboree where the lights of the festivities are said to be seen clear across the Sea into the Ruins or across the ocean to the Icefields.

  • Month of Seers- Tiondoo

A month of silence and prayer for seers and Water dragons. It is during this month that prophetic gifts are at their strongest. Water dragons born on the first day of Tiondoo are said to be especially gifted seers or have elevated clairvoyant abilities. Even the Saturnalia is reserved compared to other festivals and parties are kept small and quiet instead focused on using what remains of the month to See as far and well as they can before the time has passed.

  • Month of Growing- Gagjinko

While the Labyrinth is in a constant state of growth Gagjinko is when that power leaches out from the northern isle. All across Sorienth but especially in the northern part of the continant they get a second wave of an almost violent spring as fresh growth bursts from the ground as flowers, tall grass, and slender new saplings. Nature dragons walk amid these new forests to tame the wild growth somewhat and gather in places where they hold mysterious rituals that will continue the slower growth through the rest of the year. Gagjinko is the only month out of the year that plants not cultivated by the Plaguebringer himself may grow in the Wasteland.

  • Month of Glittering- Astira

The hottest month of the year. Astira is an unrelenting sunny day that washes out color and turns everything into white and gold. During this month the days are long and the Celebration acts as a grand fair within the forum where Light dragons trade books and research notes. The street fair also offers many opportunities to non Light dragons but few can handle the bright sun and scorching heat.

  • Month of Thunder- Creyor

The harsh sun of Astira makes Creyor the dimmest month. The sun hits the waters of the Sea and surrounding ocean and great thunderclouds gather at the edges of the world but are unable to draw too close because of the work of the Lightweaver. In Creyor they come crashing across the horizon to the delight of the Stormchaser. It may not rain every day but it is usually overcast. Lightning dragons work overtime so that in time for their festival they have some amazing new contraption powered by the storms of Creyor to show off to the rest of their kind.

  • Month of Forgers- Fle’klor

Though many of the storms of Creyor drop all their rain the clouds often still linger into Fle’klor. Must like Astira the heat of Fle’klor is intense but instead of being heated by the sun it is instead heated by ash and heat being trapped under the clouds. Knowing it is her month the Flamecaller demands the forges of the Great Furnace produce double time. The fully stoked forges generate great amount of heat and the Great Furnace erupts constantly. Only after the Festival and the Flamecaller’s power to cause constant eruptions dimmed do the final clouds first created during Astira finally dissipate.

  • Month of Stars- Sta’reon

It is best not to speak of Sta’reon. Keep your hatchlings close at claw. Keep the doors and windows of the lair closed. Those in underground lairs should stay beneath the earth. Strange things walk Sorienth during Sta’reon for the time permitted before the Arcanist is reminded of existance that should not be on this world and brings them back to his observatory. For study he says.

  • Month of Rot- Prasrio

The heat of Fle’klor and the strange creatures of Sta’reon, those not able to handle the great influx of temperatues, often end up festering in the sun. Their dead bodies cause the spread of new diseases and so the Riot begins. While thought of an end of the month event the Riot spans all of Prasrio. During the Riot plague dragons venture away from the Wasteland to gather the dead, rotting, and disease riddled, bodies of the things from Sta’reon and bring them back to the Wasteland. There they create remedies for the diseases caused by the dead creatures. Dragons who might have been afflicted during early Prasrio or late Sta’reon make pilgrimage to the Wasteland to be healed. At the end of Pasrio the Riot is finished with a celebration for the plague healers and geneticists for their work and skill in ensuring the strong continue to be strong.

  • Month of Rocks- Rookkon

The last month dedicated to a god Rookkon is for introspection and spending time with one’s family. It is customary for young Earth dragons to go out into Dragonhome and find a stone that is their own. During the Rockbreaker’s Ceremony they crack the rock open on their heads and see what is within. Depending on the contents of the rock will determine the next year. Geodes are condisered the best luck for next year but agate or semi precious gemstones are also said to lead to a good next year.

  • Month of Migrations- Meirson

An odd month not associated with any god. Meirson is for those who wander, become lost, or become found. It’s said that during Meirson if you have lost a loved one or precious item that you have the best chance of it returning during Meirson. Those who have lost their way often go out to search for themselves or a clan of their own during this month. Guardians on their Search consider this a sacred month where it is the best time to find one’s Charge. Charges found during Meirson are considered to have a deeper connection than those found in other months.

Fic: Content

My daddy!Klaine feels, let me show them to you. ~870 words, G.

Kurt walked as quietly as he could down the small hallway of his and Blaine’s apartment, thankful that his socked feet didn’t make much noise against the hardwood floors. When he reached Ella’s nursery, he stopped in the doorway for a moment to smile contentedly at his napping daughter before wandering in and picking her up to cuddle her.

“When you nap, I remember why we decided 3 AM feedings would be worth it, sweet pea,” he whispered, pressing her as close to his chest as he could without waking her. “I could have lived without you getting Rachel’s impressive lung power, but since you’re also tiny and cute, I suppose it’s a fair trade.”

Ella made a little fussy noise in her sleep as Kurt finished speaking, flailing one of her fists.

“That was a compliment, baby girl,” Kurt said, laughing quietly at Ella’s antics. “But I’m sorry for bothering you. I promise, we find you much less shrill than your Auntie Rachel can be.”

“Air horns are sometimes less shrill than Rachel,” Blaine’s voice cut in from the doorway, also laughing.

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it's about time...

I started this space nearly 5 years ago now, at first to write, quietly, just for myself; later to do that still, and then of course to connect with all of you. In fact, you all were the happy surprise I didn’t really foresee. It started as such a personal pursuit that growing an audience was never really the intent. But you all have made writing interactive and constructive and collective and fun, and I honestly can’t believe how many of you have been hanging out with me here for so long. And so patient this past year while I’ve been fairly quiet too. I’m still blown away by that (thank you!). 

That seems like a long time though, doesn’t it? 5 years. So much has happened in that span of time. We’ve lived in 4 different cities and 7 different homes. New jobs, promotions, pregnancy…same husband, same family, old friends, and new friends and friends that have become like family. And while you all have known me as “quarter life coe” for all that time, that’s a name that’s felt less and less like it fit with each passing year. You see, in the span of those years I’ve stopped asking quite so many questions and started living more peacefully in answers (even if temporarily), a place I never really thought I’d reach. I stopped distrusting decisions and started feeling more content. I stopped caring about perception and found a new plane of confidence. On the whole, it’s been a healthy trade up. Also, to be fair, labeling anything quarter-life these days is no longer really the truth…

This summer marks a whole new chapter. (very) soon there’ll be a baby. New role, new responsibilities. On the 4th of July, I turn 30, a new decade entirely. So it’s been a long time coming, but recently “adventures en route” has seemed like a better fit for this space, as that’s all we ever really do anyway and a destination doesn’t seem likely on the horizon anytime soon. 

Hopefully the internet kind of moving is the most moving I’ll be doing for awhile yet, or at least that’s the plan for now. You know us though, it’s always a bit up in the air…