hi i know this is rly specific. but do u know who once said 'oh, my god' w a pause between oh and my bc i rly need to find the moment and i dont remember when it happened i think it was tae but im not sure
hello anon~ i’m not sure. any type of ‘oh my god’ I associate with kookie. but for science:
I know you’re busy, but I need just a moment of your time for an urgent matter. Tomorrow, at 4pm, my girlfriend, Hannah, is supposed to board a plane in Minneapolis. She’s flying to Philadelphia where I will be picking her up. She’ll be here for less than 48 hours, but you had better believe we will cherish every minute of our togetherness. You see, we have not seen each other in two months, and if you’ve ever been in love, you’ll know the kind of torment we experience being so far apart. Our visits, which we sneak in wherever our schedules allow (and sometimes where they don’t allow), are not only euphoric, they are vital. Holding her close after two months apart is like finding shelter amidst a raging storm. (I figure you, of all people, will appreciate this analogy.)
But I’m now learning that you’ve orchestrated a snowstorm to take place throughout the midwest tonight and all day tomorrow. Some meteorologists are even claiming it could be a blizzard.
Are you kidding me? Minnesota has received ~maybe~ ten inches of snow all f***ing winter, and now on the ONLY day it needs to be sunny, you’ve arranged for a blizzard. Your timing is just impeccable.
So here’s the deal: this storm can’t happen, or it at least needs to be significantly subdued around the Minneapolis region. I won’t pretend my request is unique; I’m sure you’ve long since grown tired of us self-obsessed humans constantly begging you for sunshine and rainbows at every family picnic, but I’m prepared to make a deal with you.
Rather than doing me a favor, let’s make an exchange. Because of my muscle-wasting disease and general aversion to dirt, I can’t run out and plant a tree or save a rainforest from loggers. However, in order to show just how serious I am about this request, I have attached a photo of my receipt for a donation to The Nature Conservancy, which works to ”conserve the lands and waters on which all life depends.” I would imagine you hold this charity (and others like it) very dear to your heart.
If you take mercy on me and my girlfriend, and allow her to arrive safely tomorrow evening, I will also make another donation to this environmental charity. That sounds fair, right?
Oh! But wait! How could I forget? If, in fact, you choose to ignore my request, and her flight is canceled by the storm, I will instead make my 2nd donation to “Polluters United.” If that’s not a real organization, I will start it, and I’ll burn coal in my backyard every day the rest of time.
Shout out to the lady who asked me for 1 m of ribbon, so I measure it out, cut it, and hand it to her so she can scrutinize it for a moment before informing me that she actually needs 2.5 m of ribbon. Like wtf??????? You watched me measure it out you should have known it wasn't enough!!!!
Clarke isn’t sure why she seems to find herself in Bellamy’s room more frequently. At first, it was only when the nightmares came (on the rare occasion she slept). Now, when she needs a moment or a breath, she wanders into his quarters and just sits. Sometimes he is there and he offers her a reassuring smile or squeezes her shoulder. Sometimes he isn’t. Even on those days, the room still has a warmth she can’t seem to find anywhere else.
This time it’s only mid-afternoon when she finds herself sitting on his bed. She’s alone as he’s out trying to save the world. She should be too but a particularly nasty conversation with Monty has her cowering. You can’t just decide who you want to live, Clarke, he had yelled at her (it’s the first time she’s ever heard him raise his voice), you aren’t God.
Her eyes close and she falls back into his pillows. Something crinkles beneath her back. She sighs and reaches behind her to pull the foreign object from underneath. Hawkeye, the cover reads followed by a drawing of a man with a bow and arrow. Interesting.
That’s how he finds her – lying on his bed, face buried in a comic book. He sits next to her and points to the cover, a small smile playing on his lips (a sight she is always so grateful for), “He was a villain before. An assassin.”
She is enamored by him as he speaks, “Then he met someone…someone who convinced him that no matter how much blood is on your hands you can change. You can still be a hero.”
His eyes meet hers then, his meaning loud and clear. She covers his hand, still tracing the picture, in her own and smiles back, “You are.”
Little underrated Perc’ahlia detail from last week:
Percy initiates The Treasury Moment by calling Vex “little elf girl.” Vex chuckles in response, because she knew it was a joke, but then warns him about “the danger zone.” To which he responds by immediately dropping the gag and moving on to his much more enjoyable proposition.
It’s such a nice “show don’t tell” moment. That little exchange is really all you need to see to know that they’ve talked about their relationship and boundaries and how to let each other know what’s Too Far and how Too Far it is without using more than a few words.
Pause your attention for just a moment, and lend me your suspension of belief. For two minutes, I direct your attention to the screen, and for ten seconds more, I ask that you replace these characters with ones you know and love dearly.
My fellow Miraculers, on the left is Nino, while the right is occupied by Adrien.
Your art is literal goals. Do you have a shop?? I neeeeeeeeeeeeeed you to have a shop cause I can't deal with this
OH MY GOOOOOSHHH thank you so much oml <33333 ;o; I don’t have an art shop tho! And I probably won’t any time soon until I… can keep a consistent art style tbh :’))))) (but i’m super duper flattered you think my art is worth buying? ?? i need a moment)
I don’t know how many times someone said that during the Chroma Conclave arc. (Critrolestats might, but I’m not going to ask because I’m being rhetorical.) Someone would express disbelief and indignation about a legendary resistance or an obscenely high save roll or excuse me, how much damage?!, and Matt would just shake his head with a mix of sympathy and resignation. “Ancient dragons, man.” It wasn’t even always Matt; the others had picked it up by the end, which made sense because it summed the situation up nicely: This is massive and overwhelming, and I know it sucks. But it’s not going to stop being massive and overwhelming. All you can do is keep going. It was a useful phrase.
And it still is. It’s crept into my head, now, and it’s made itself the thing I say to myself when everything is too much and I need a moment, especially at work. Returns line six deep and nobody’s responding to my backup calls? Ancient dragons, man. Back room piled with layers of crap that are approaching “how do you actually expect me to walk down here” and should have been taken care of long before my shift started? Ancient dragons, man. Personnel has decided I need a schedule that completely destroys my sleep cycle? Ancient dragons, man. I’m sure it was meant with only the deepest, most cynical sarcasm the first time I said it, but it really does help. It’s a way for me to take a step back an acknowledge being overwhelmed, and then it pushes me forward again. I know this sucks. Keep going. And I do.
1. I saw The Great Wall and it was brilliant. I love Chinese cinema anyway, and this was a movie by one of my favourite directors - so I knew it would be amazing, and it was. The costuming is MIND BLOWING, the monsters are brilliant, and the characters are totally awesome. The plot is simple but enjoyable. I really enjoyed watching it!
2. @dreamreaderblr and I discovered that we know the entire “Talking Hands’ part of the labyrinth word for word and playfully bantered it to each other while we were out catching Pokemon tonight. (Yeah, I’m playing again - the Gen 2 update got me into it again!)
3. The amazing @jubshepchubshep drew an incredible picture of Sierra Shepard for me … and it totally blew my mind. She has her commissions open at the moment, and holy heck - you need to get one. They’re incredible. I LOVE this picture. I’m going to use it in a future chapter!
I also got a stunning picture of Sirius Ryder from @stormcallart as part of our art/fic trade. I really hope to finish my fics for her soon, but I’m trying to get them PERFECT! But yeah, wow, this art blew my mind because it’s so pretty. I love it. I just hope my writing measures up.
4. I am making headway with my pop vinyls! Yay! I bought new paint brushes and the armour is looking amazing - FINALLY!
“The person ahead of us turned around and asked where my boyfriend was from; my boyfriend said it’s none of your business,” the woman told KHOU. “At that point he said all illegals and all foreigners need to leave the country.”
Cellphone footage of the incident shows the man saying all the “illegals” need to kicked off the plane, moments before the man and woman are asked to collect their belongings and exit the aircraft.
“I didn’t say anything,” the man protested, shrugging.
“Happy flight home,” he added seconds later while his female companion holds her middle finger up to the person filming. “I hope you stay there.”
“Get out of here,” a woman responded. “Racists aren’t welcome in America! This is not Trump’s America!”
I know she was stressed out and traumatized but this is a girl who were isolated in an alien planet for months among other horrible things that have happened to her. More importantly, a strong and brilliant woman through out the years. But somehow hearing this I was offended. *I* was offended on behalf of Jemma’s character. How the hell the writers choose THAT line for Jemma? She knows she only kills LMD-Fitz and she knows she can fight and try to find Fitz ASAP. In that moment she was a cripple mess because she needs a boy to think and I’m annoyed.