and this may be the only bright spot

anonymous asked:

In the triad relationship of course its gotta be Stuckony. Ever since Steve had got all serumed up Bucky's missed his little spoon so imagine his surprise when his Stevie went and got himself his own little spoon. Tony is the little spoon in the super soldier sandwich relationship. Both supers love holding, carrying, taking care of their teeny tiny boyfriend. But every once in awhile Tony will sqwack that he's not small, that he is perfectly normal size and that its not his fault they are tall.

If I’m ever gonna die of a fluff overdoes, it’ll be headcanons like this one. Tony being cuddled by his supersoldiers is my weakness, alright? Tony being cuddled in general is my weakness, so just. All the affection for Tony please. Especially when he’s tired, or so hyped up on brittle anger, frustration, helplessness that he can’t, physically can’t, sit still for even a moment, and Steve or Bucky just- hold him. Anchor him.

It works both ways too: Sometimes when Bucky or Steve have a bad day, a really bad day, they’ll seek out Tony and hold on to him, let him anchor them. Bucky tends to scoop him up and carry him off into a corner where they’re locked away from the world, while Steve prefers the living room, with as many other sounds and people around as possible–the most important being Tony in his lap or cuddled against his side. 

And sometimes, when Tony’s not-yet-fully-woken-up, he just rolls over and nuzzles against the closest source of warmth he finds–and neither of his boyfriends can do anything but indulge him with more cuddles. This may or may not be the surest way to keep Steve from getting up for his morning run–one Bucky may or may not abuse shamelessly.

(And yup, his height is a bit of a sore spot, sometimes. Unless the magic power ray misses him and hits everyone else in the face. Then he has no trouble at all mocking them–after it’s been confirmed that the bright, neon coloured hair really is the only side-effect and there’s no lasting damage, that is.)

Spotting Ascendants

How to spot an Aries Ascendant: They move/walk quickly, might be fast talkers, usually the first to show up at an event or party. They have quick tempers, but are also quick to forgive & forget. They can be competitive, and are often naturally athletic. Aries ascendants appear fearless because they are so quick to act. But, they can also be impatient, and act without thinking.

How to spot a Taurus Ascendant: They are very patient and don’t like to rush, so they take their time when walking, working on projects, etc. They are resistant to change, and need stability, so before making a big decision they need to feel secure. As a sign ruled by Venus, Taurus has an eye for beauty, and as an earth sign they like tangible, material things. So Taurus Ascendants often dress well, collect nice things, and even may own multiple properties

How to spot a Gemini Ascendant: They are curious people who ask a lot of questions. They love to talk, and often do so with many hand gestures. At social events they are the ones going from group to group, mingling with everyone. They are clever, and always have something witty to say. Gemini ascendants are often found doing crosswords, puzzles or other mind games.

How to spot a Cancer Ascendant: They are often people with kind faces, who seem shy at first until they open up later, (once getting to know you). They may be easily embarrassed or flustered. They are very family-oriented and with often be seen with family members or close friends around. Their homes will look warm and welcoming, with lots of comfy couches and chairs. Pictures of friends, family and fond memories will proudly be on display.

How to spot a Leo Ascendant: How can you not? They love the limelight! Leo ascendants are often found on stage, they love performing. They are hedonist who will most likely host a lot of events in their home. If their sun sign is a more reserved type, then you might find Leo ascendants enjoying a party rather than hosting one. Since Leo loves attention, they might wear flashy clothes or bright colors so you don’t miss them walking by!

How to spot a Virgo Ascendant: They are perfectionist, so expect everything about them to appear ‘perfect’. They will have very clean homes, and be neatly dressed with exceptional personal hygiene. They are often very health conscious, and may practice yoga or take up jogging. They will also try there best to eat clean. Virgo ascendants are naturally quite humble, so (depending on sun sign) they may appear to be shy or reserved. As practical beings they will most likely only own things they actually use/need.

How to spot a Libra Ascendant: They place a high importance on personal appearance, and as a sign ruled by Venus have an appreciation for beauty. This means these people are more likely to dress up often. They will always be well groomed. They are charming and flirty, so if they are single you can expect them to be flirting with the opposite (or same) sex. If they’re in a relationship they will be very openly affectionate with their partner, and may even be attached at the hip with them. Their homes will certainly be decorated and visually appealing.

How to spot a Scorpio Ascendant: They are very private and protective of their personal space, so they may not appear to be the warmest and most welcoming people. (Not to say they aren’t nice or friendly, they’re just selective of who the let their guard down with.) This leads others to perceive them as mysterious. They often have strong opinions, and they will always speak their mind.

How to spot a Sagittarius Ascendant: They are always on the look for their next adventure. They are likely to be well travelled, as well as somewhat of a dare-devil. They might take up extreme sports like motocross or ski jumping. Sagittarius ascendants are highly optimistic and will always be smiling. If they have a less spirited sun sign, then, they may enjoy watching the extreme, rather than participating. That means you might find them in the stands at a car race, or at home watching shows like ‘fear factor’.

How to spot a Capricorn Ascendant: They are a more serious and traditional bunch. This earth sign loves organization and planning. They will have tidy homes, desk and a real ‘put together’ sense of style. A surprising love for good jokes means you might find them at a comedy club, or catchy a funny movie. They are very ambitious and will probably spend more time working than other signs. They’re the ones who will work overtime or weekends, simply because they want to. Their reputation is of high importance to them. 

How to spot an Aquarius Ascendant: They enjoy being different, they may dress in unconventional outfits that others find strange. They are a social bunch who want to make an impact on society. They may have hobbies or interest that others find peculiar. They need their personal freedom, so it’s not uncommon for a person with this ascendant to be a ‘lone wolf’ type. Unlike Capricorn, they don’t really care about how others perceive them. 

How to spot a Pisces Ascendant: They are often lost, daydreaming in their own little world. They are gentle and approachable in appearance. They are kind and friendly when interacted with, but don’t expect them to make the first move. They are a creative and imaginative bunch, you might find them at home drawing, painting or writing. Don’t mind the mess though, they tend to live in organized chaos. As a mutable sign who takes things as they come they are unlikely to keep list or write down dates, as a result they may often forget things at the grocery store or show up late for appointments.

Prompt: class 77 wakes up and their reactions

A/N I finally wrote this. I don’t know why it took me so long when I just wrote Afterlife Theater on the spot (probably because I’m bitter that Nanami’s the only one dead)

here’s the sequel/reconcilation

Beyond This Point - the sdr2 kids wake up

“The only thing beyond this point is a bright and shining future!”

Brightness. That was the first thing that greeted them when they first woke up from the deepest slumber that lasted for weeks. Or perhaps greeted may not be the right word to describe it. At the final trial, while they were all in the throes of despair, a ray of hope pierced through the darkness. A hope bright enough to outshine the darkness of despair. It was with that brightness that they all decided to vote for the future. And they carried that brightness with them even as they woke up.

But brightness does not exist by itself. Just as there is light, there are also shadows looming over. The hope they had within them was the brightest but at the same time, they carried the darkest of despairs. They were former SHSL Despairs. All of them were. They woke up painfully aware of this fact. A year filled with horrendous acts, all of which done by none other than themselves, all of those memories had suddenly burst forth inside their heads.

They had only been victims of a mutual killing game for the past weeks and now they rediscovered that they themselves were perpetrators of despair.

Whether it was the five of them or the rest of the fifteen of them, they all suffered through the shock of their own sins. It was especially harder for the original five survivors who first woke up. They had just barely accepted the facts during the final trial but to be faced with them with no hope of ever denying this horrendous truth, they had to bear with it and carry on.

Because amidst the despair was hope and not all memories were horrible.

They remembered. They remembered all of the events that happened in the “game”. They remembered how they bonded and trusted each other. They remembered the very few and fleeting moments wherein they were just genuinely happy and enjoying each other’s company. They remembered far more. They remembered their days at Hope’s Peak Academy. They remembered how innocent they were and how much fun they used to have. They remembered how a certain someone had brought hope into their lives.

They remembered Chiaki Nanami. Both of them.

They remembered and they also lived. Unlike her, they were given a second chance to live and even a shot at redemption. And they’d be damned if they don’t honor her sacrifices.

The first one to wake up was not Hinata. In fact, he was the last one to regain consciousness. There was a logical explanation for this and he struggled to hold on to the fleeting dream that he chased after.

“I’m happy… and also proud…” Everything was fading fast and that included Nanami who seemed less solid with every passing second. And yet despite this, her smile was still bright and unfaltering. Hopeful. “Good job on making it this far… Thank you… for protecting everyone…”

“But I didn’t do anything! I couldn’t even protect you!” Hinata shouted as his voice choked on a sob. He tried to reach for her but his hands never quite reached her for some strange reason. It was just that she was within sight but out of reach. And soon, she’d be out of existence. More tears prickled his eyes as he desperately yelled, “I could have saved you but I didn’t!”

“That’s because I… don’t need saving.” She calmly replied with a gentle tone. “From the very beginning… my existence was born to save you and not the other way around…” She gently placed a hand over her chest and smiled softly. “But I’m happy… because you still tried… You’ve already done so much… and that’s more than enough for me… thank you…”

“But that’s not enough! You deserve better!” He objected with all his might. Maybe if he just yelled with all his emotions, she’d be able to stay with him. He knew it was futile though. Just seeing her lose her tangible form was terrifying him because he could practically see her existence being wiped out right in front of him. “Don’t go! Not yet! I… still don’t know what to do! We still need you! I need you!”

“It’s okay… you don’t need to worry… everyone’s with you…” She smiled at him one last time and it was her brightest and warmest yet. She waved him goodbye. “Even… me…”

When Hinata woke up, he was Kamukura and there were tears in his eyes and a hairclip was clenched tightly in one hand.

He blinked the tears away and once his vision cleared, so did everything else. There was no lag time between his awakening and his regaining of his memories. There was no need for an inner turmoil on his part despite waking up with two personalities. He was the helpless Hinata and he was also the emotionless Kamukura at the same time. And somewhere in there was the Hinata of the game who found the courage and strength, and hope to carry on.

He didn’t have time to dwell on the past because he was too busy working on their future. The future they fought and won for.

Five was not a number that he was satisfied with and so he worked out a way to get it up to fifteen. If there was any order as to who woke up first, then it wasn’t intentional. The first one who woke up was Twogami who informed them that he had full memories even if he was skeptical of some of them. Not long after was Teruteru who woke up more terrified than the former. They figured out a pattern from there and welcomed Koizumi when she woke up confused and afraid.

Pekoyama woke up to Kuzuryuu crying over her.

Her gaze immediately softened at the sight of him. “I’ve returned, young master.” She said with a smile she didn’t know she was wearing.

“Idiot. I know you fucking remember! So stop with this master bullshit!” Kuzuryuu scolded her but despite its harshness, it sounded endearing in her ears. “You’re a fucking person and dammit, I’m your friend!” He bawled over when he saw her take in a sharp breath. “And goddammit, don’t ever do anything that stupid again or I swear I’ll kill you!”

She felt the air knock right out of her lungs when he lunged forward and held her in an embrace. It was odd how she was the one who died but he was clinging on to her as if his life depended on it. She let herself cry over the fragile action. Tools don’t cry when they break but she was not a tool. She was a person, a person who was broken far too many times and so for the first time in a long while she allows herself to break in a different way. She broke down. And together, they’d pick up the pieces after.

When Saionji woke up, Koizumi was there to soothe her anguished screams.

“It’s over. It’s alright now. Sshh.” Koizumi whispered in her ear as she held her. Her voice sounded strained from holding back her sobs but the warmth seeped through as Saionji almost melted in her arms. “I’m here now.” And although Saionji cried out like a kid, there was no shame in that, only hurt. She cried and cried until she could only whimper, and then it was Koizumi who cried in her place. And when their tears dried, the faintest flickers of a smile shone on their faces.

Ibuki woke up not long after that and followed by a guilt-ridden Mikan.

“I’m s-sorry! I’m s-so sorry!” Mikan wailed as she knelt as soon as she could and her forehead hit the floor with a loud thump. Unlike everyone else who cried out of sorrow mixed with relief, Mikan cried for forgiveness. “Please, f-forgive me!”

“A second life! What sorcery is this?!” Ibuki had a more energetic reaction upon waking up. She took it all in stride despite the worry that etched her features. “Tsumiki mouse! Enough with the drama bomb. Let’s just reload our save file and be besties again! Ibuki lost an extra life no biggie and Hiyo-yo is fine too, see!” Mikan wanted to protest against that but it was hard to do just that when she was overwhelmed by three girls hugging her. She stopped crying for forgiveness and then just started simply crying. She cried harder when everyone else chipped in to comfort her.

Nidai was the only one who woke up grinning.

“Hahaha! It looks like all worked out well! Good job, everyone!” He laughed, so full of life and the rest couldn’t help but be infected by his good vibes.

“Uwaaah! Old man! You’re finally back!” Owari cried as she tackled him to the ground just as soon as he sat up. “I missed your kickass ass so much! Waaah!” She practically bawled all over him as she held him in a lock. Her arms unconsciously gripped around him tighter at the feeling of warm flesh unlike his cold metallic body from before.

“Excellent grip! It’s good to see you so full of energy!” He praised her as he laughed again, the sound bounced off the walls with much zeal. They don’t dwell much in tears and not even half an hour later, they’re already out in a bout. Unlike everyone else, they talked through their fists and so they poured their feelings into their first match since they woke up. It was a long overdue fight and they fought with the promise of more to come.

Everyone had expected Gundam to have a long-winded speech for when he rose from the dead.

However, before she could even utter a single word, he was fighting for breath first since Sonia had him pinned in his pod. “Oh, Tanaka! You have finally returned to us! I missed you so much! Thank the gods for bringing you back!” She breathed as she squeezed the breath right out of him.

“M-My lady! Nggh… She-cat! Release me… my Dark Queen!” He grunted out his words and it took an audible gasp for Sonia to come to her senses and ease her hold. She had quite the surprising grip despite her misleading appearance. Once he was able to catch his breath again, he smiled triumphantly. “We meet again, dear mortals! I, Tanaka the Forbidden One, have descended into the fiery pits of hell and rose from it again to rule this mortal realm! Bask in the glory of the ressurection of your king who not even death could hold back!”

Sonia barked a laugh as she wiped away her tears at his usual display. It was a tremendous comfort to hear his actual boisterous voice and the deep rumble of his trademark chuckle with her ears rather than with her mind. It was just like him to leave with a dramatic exit and to return with just as much grandeur. She clutched onto his scarf and her heart drummed an extra beat when she felt the steady rise and fall of his chest. He was so full of life now as he tried to live up to his image.

With much tenderness, he reached a hand forward and cupped her face. She leaned towards his touch without hesitation. She couldn’t tell if it was her heart or his which was beating faster and louder. His voice was lowered until a certain softness could be heard in it as he murmured, “I applaud your tenacity, oh queen of darkness. You have fought well and lived accordingly to the will of causality. It gives me joy to see your fighting spirit bursting in flames.”

She cried harder at this and the tears just soaked through his bandages. When she felt the soothing rub of his thumb on her cheek, she was practically bawling over. His other arm snaked to her back where he patted her comfortingly. Sonia vaguely remembered when she sobbed over his trial and when she first woke up but he didn’t. Both were painful memories for her. But this was not painful, at least not in the same sense. This time she cried and she could feel the pain subside with every sob and hiccup. He was too tough to show his tears aside from the scarce few that trickled his cheeks but that’s alright. Yes, it would be alright, they would be alright.

She could feel the rumble in his throat, a sign that he was about to say something, but he was interrupted first. “Alright, alright. He’s alive. We get it. Join the rest of the ressurected club.” Souda said flippantly as he crouched next to his pod. Despite the tone of his voice, tears shone in his eyes and the smile on his face was genuine. “Welcome back, you pretentious bastard.”

“Ah, so the pathetic mortal lives.” Gundam quipped with a smirk.

“Pathetic?” Souda looked absolutely taken aback by the unexpected insult. And so he immediately fell back into old habits. “Dude, look who’s talking! Seriously, you talk like a kid with 8th grade syndrome even though we’re past high school! If anyone’s pathetic here it’s you and your demonic crap!”

“What is a god to an ignorant non-believer? Still all powerful and less benevolent that is. I would choose my words carefully if I were you, foolish mortal.” Gundam retorted haughtily. Souda looked like he was about to burst and Sonia laughed at their usual banter. This was safe and familiar. This was how they used to be. This was how they were supposed to be. This was how they knew that they were going to be alright.

Finally, Komaeda was the last one to wake up.

“Hey! Can you hear me?”

When Komaeda woke up, the first thing that registered his vision was a pair of mismatched eyes staring. “Ahh… Izuru Kamukura?” He asked tentatively. But when his vision cleared somewhat, the blurriness revealed a familiar face. “No, you’re Hajime Hinata, right?”

“They’re both me.” He said as he offered a hand.

“I knew you’d make it to the lowest stratum. I believed in you.” Komaeda replied with a heartfelt smile as he accepted the helping hand.  "How are the others?“

He smiled and as if on cue the doors opened behind him to reveal the rest of their classmates. “You’re the last one out.”

Brightness. That was what he thought when he saw all of his friends right before him. They were all shards of hope shining brightly and overtaking his vision. They were hope bright enough to outshine the darkness of despair. It was with that same brightness that they all decided to vote for the future. No, maybe not exactly the same. They seemed brighter now, radiant even. It was a brilliant brightness full of hope towards the future.

Komaeda couldn’t have been more grateful than to be a part of this hope. He smiled brightly as reunited with them. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I overslept a bit.” They welcomed him back just as brightly in their own unique ways.

And as the whole class set off towards the future, they still carried with them their past.

In the back of their minds, buried not so deep, were precious memories of her. And if they listened closely with their heart, they could still hear her voice encouraging as always. “I’ll never forget about you guys… I’ll be cheering for you guys from now on… from somewhere. ‘Cause… we’re friends, after all.”

They move on. They move forward. They move without looking back because everything they need is already with them, beside them. Beyond this point was the future they worked hard on, her in particular. She’s still with them just unseen with eyes. She’s with them in spirit. And with everyone together and whole again, they take the first step towards the future.

“If you guys carried the burden of both hope and despair, you should even be able to create the future! Come on, let’s go. We’ll make our future together!”

There is a spot in my tiny universe of emotions, which tangles me up and down  in a pendulum movement in so many directions ….

There is a spot in my tiny universe of emotions ,which throw me to crash in a river of flowing sadness ,,,

There is a spot in my tiny universe of emotions, which pours smiles and blooming hopes but soon i realize it is only a trick of life…

There is a sopt in my tiny universe of emotions, which endures across my heart eagering for beauty in a  purple passionate flower…

There is a sopt in my tiny universe of emotions, still dreams and wonders with simple words ,with kindness and trust although living through a cold harsh world…

There is a spot in my tiny universe which still waits for a sudden reverse of a meaning ,of an importance ,of being understood …

There is a spot in my tiny universe which indulge me to accept the will of others ,although being against my view of a simple and delicated touch of humanity …

There is a spot in my tiny universe, which test the fire in a flame which may hurt me ,which i wait for a sparkle of hope …

There is a spot in my universe which will be waiting to bloom in your heart even like just a bright petal in your hand ,being noticed or maybe  it is only an ilusion …

There is a sopt in my universe, slipping slowly ,falling ,crawling for a ray of hope,,,

Nevertjeless ,here is my sopt pouring into the sun of a day yet to come …

is there a sopt in your universe where i can lay down my miserable being in your night shroud? 

Touching still, is my spot of my heart ….in a pendulum  way…

anonymous asked:

Does Lazy Leo know that Alleras the Sphinx is really Sarella?

This is what Lazy Leo and Alleras have to say about her his background:

“I’m certain it was filling.” Leo turned to Alleras. “A lord’s son should be open-handed, Sphinx. I understand you won your copper link. I’ll drink to that.”

Alleras smiled back at him. “I only buy for friends. And I am no lord’s son, I’ve told you that. My mother was a trader.”

Leo’s eyes were hazel, bright with wine and malice. “Your mother was a monkey from the Summer Isles. The Dornish will fuck anything with a hole between its legs. Meaning no offense. You may be brown as a nut, but at least you bathe. Unlike our spotted pig boy.” 

Apart from being, just amazingly racist and offensive on multiple fronts (nice to add “no offense” there at the end, Leo, I’m sure that clears everything up /s), this passage makes clear that Alleras and Leo have had this conversation before. Leo has picked up on something in Alleras’ speech, behavior, or other characteristics that indicates to him his fellow would-be maester is of (at least semi) noble birth (probably, among others, her his correct identifying of the last Targaryens, which “Davos II” used to distinguish the common men of White Harbor from the lordly-court-experienced Davos). 

Now, whether Leo is living up to his “lazy” nickname here and has truly forgotten Alleras corrected him about being “no lord’s son” - possibly, but I think not. His eyes being “bright with malice” immediately after Alleras corrects him suggests to me not that Leo has forgotten, but that he does know, and is using his cruel jokes to make Alleras slip up and admit her true identity. I think Leo does suspect that Alleras is the offspring of Prince Oberyn Martell, which would indeed make Alleras “no lord’s son”; Prince Oberyn is no lord. To what extent Leo knows Alleras is specifically Sarella is a harder question; it might be well known that Oberyn has many bastard daughters - Tyrion’s inner thoughts present that as a baseline fact about him - but the specific identities of those girls might not be so well known.

- NFriel

RS Writing Club “Flight”

This is my speculation on what happened to Drake in Egypt.

842 words

Screaming in the desert. So Drake will fall.

On all sides, men crowd him. No ally at his back, no friendly banner in sight. Alone, outnumbered, soon to be a pale bright spot in the bad memory this place and this war will be to all who may survive. And, God, he only hopes that when his friends wonder at the light in the darkness, they remember its name.

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An excerpt from the May 2001 issue of Esquire magazine featuring correspondence between Timothy McVeigh and Phil Bacharach.

In May 1998, Theodore Kaczynski, the Unabomber, became McVeigh’s neighbor. Along with World Trade Center bombing mastermind Ramzi Yousef, they made up the trio of Supermax’s most notorious inhabitants.

MAY 22, 1998

Friday PM

I have started this letter 3 times and have so far failed to put my thoughts into any meaningful or coherent order. This is a reflection of my haggard mental state at this time (due mostly to fatigue/lack of sleep). I’ll try again… . This place has turned into a complete circus.

Now I’m gonna mention this, but don’t you dare discuss it in future letters . . . as it would probably be considered a security breach and cause to restrict my mail privileges (although I write it with no criminal intent, so I have no problem telling you).

Kaczynski is literally my neighbor—and hence, most of my problems stem from this.

Before he arrived, I was moved to a “new” cell (there are 4 on this range). After I thoroughly cleaned it (my new home), they moved me back here (to my original cell) after 3 weeks. My cell had been brutally thrashed by a pig-inmate (Luis Felipe—he’s resident #3. His story appeared in The New York Times. He lives like a pig—crap smeared on the walls, etc.), so I began cleaning again. Guess who they moved into the one I had just cleaned?!? Kaczynski. Things just get worse from there, including a change (to my detriment) to their lighting policy (in my cell only) at night; a guard stationed out front of my neighbor, who, depending on personality can engage in 8-hour arbitrary harassment (clicking cuffs, etc.)—all right after I get a favorable 6-month review. (It’s a conspiracy, I tell ya!)

So things have been far from stable here.

As for the final episode of Seinfeld; after much internal strife, I opted for Unforgiven on ABC (possibly the best movie ever made). Fuck ABC for having me have to make such a decision in the first place; but I didn’t have a VCR and may never have seen Unforgiven again.

I aggured I could catch Seinfeld on a re-run, but after viewing it during commercial breaks on ABC, I didn’t really care to see it. It looked lame, and I did see the ending—dumb.

That was the only bright spot this May: In a span of 4 days, I saw Unforgiven, Forrest Gump, and The Rock (All on my “Top Ten Movies” list.)

One of the guards out in the hall last night told another of the shootings at the school in Springfield, Oregon. The other guard’s response? (I’m not kidding… . )

“Job security.”

In the “bombers wing” of Supermax prison, McVeigh eventually warmed up to his fellow celebrity inmates, Kaczynski and Yousef. The trio, allowed outside in the prison exercise yard for ten hours each week, sometimes made small talk, separated by small individual wire-mesh enclosures. Yousef and Kaczynski discussed languages while McVeigh chatted with them about the movies they watched on the twelve-inch black-and-white TVs in each cell.

More letters here:

Sentence starters: Fortune cookie edition (pt 2)

“Patience makes lighter what sorrow may not heal.”

“Think like a man of action, and act like a man of thought.”

“There is no security in life, only opportunity.”

“Where there is no vision, the people perish.”

“The good life is a process, not a state of being. It is a direction not a destination.”

“Even the toughest of days have bright spots, just do your best.”

“Tough times never last, but tough people do.”

“If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you’ve never tried before.”

“It takes less time to do a thing right than it does to explain why you did it wrong.”

“One look is worth ten thousand words.”

“You are on the verge of something big.”

“Watch out for little problems that cough get a lot bigger.”

“People are naturally attracted to you.”

“First learn to ‘give’ and then the universe will reward you.”

“Your virtues are your priceless treasures.”

“A leader is powerful to the degree he empowers others.”

“Real is all a vision. You have to see it for yourself.”

“The surest way to have nothing to give is to give nothing.”

“Fate loves the fearless.”

“Do not be overly judgmental of your loved one’s intentions or actions.”

“Procrastination is the fear of success.”

“The human body was designed to walk, run, or stop; it wasn’t built for coasting.”

“Nothing motivates a man more than to see his boss put in an honest day’s work.”

Ocean City, Americas Greatest Anti-Freedom Resort

okay so i am so fuckin angry right now and i have been for three days ever since i found out the the Ocean City NJ City Council decided to pass a bill that charges buskers to play on the boardwalk. On top of that we were not fairly represented in the decision making process. The bill SEVERELY restricts when, where, who and for how long one may busk. The “badges” are $50. They are bright yellow, contain ALL of our personal information, including home addresses and names, and must be worn AT ALL TIMES. Entire days are being removed including all special events (you know, the times where buskers make the most tips?) and two week days. Instead of picking an unoccupied spot we have to choose from a list and hope nobody is already there. If someone is, well guess what? You’re SOL. You cannot play there. And you can only play starting at 6 pm and only until 10 pm. The entire actual daytime is gone. You get four hours a day, five days a week. Wait, did I say five days? i meant four. See, on Sunday you cannot start until 7 pm. So you get THREE hours on Sunday. And the boardwalk shops don’t even start closing until 11 pm. OH AND DID MENTION? You can’t play with anyone else unless you can prove you’re in a band together! There is a $2000 (two thousand dollar) fine if you are caught breaking these rules. And if you do well and form a crowd? Better hope its not too big cause the cops’ll come. Now, they say they’ll exhause every other possibility to make people move along and stop onstructing traffic, but what they’ll really do is skip all that and go right to telling the busker to move along. There is also a limited time period in which one can even buy their Juden Stars. Once the date is passed, thats it. No more people can sign up. Beach tags cost less and can be bought at any time of the year. And all of this is after decades of harassment by the police, years spent fighting with city hall (it is worth noting that furing this time period of harassment and dealing with city hall, busking was not illegal), finally winning the right to be not harassed, three years of everything working well (we never fought with each other, we never started fights, we never stole any thing or broke public property, we never blocked traffic or obstructed business. In fact we worked with each other if we had issues.) And during these three years, City Council actively tried to make it Illegal until the threat of an ACLU lawyer, that is. Then they tried to pass this bill (the one thats active right now) on at least THREE SEPERATE OCCASIONS that I know of, without telling anyone, before finally getting one passed without us realizing what was going on. please spread the word. OCEAN CITY NJ IS OFFICIALLY OPPRESSING BUSKERS AGAIN!

If Iris dies and stays dead...

I may be done watching The Flash. Honestly.

The only reason I’m still watching Arrow is that my partner and I watch together. Once Roy was gone, and they killed Oliver’s (comic canon) future partner Laurel, I lost a lot of my interest. It’s dark and broody and lacking enough bright spots of humor for my taste.

When I saw they killed off Abbie on Sleepy Hollow, I quit.

Why keep killing off the strong female characters on shows? Especially women of color? There are cultural ramifications and responsibilities for the entertainment industry that I wonder if the show runners just don’t get.

I love Grant Gustin as Barry, and Jesse Martin’s Joe has actually been my favorite character from the beginning. I don’t want to see them broken and grieving and trying to live without Iris. Even the endlessly upbeat camaraderie of Cisco and HR/Harry won’t be able to save it for me. Especially if they do what they’ve threatened and take away Cisco’s powers by dismembering him. (That’s really dark!)

The Flash was the lightness that counterbalanced the darker Arrow, but if they both go dark, I am, unfortunately, probably done with them.

The Legal Thing

Prompt 1 of 642: Write yesterday’s fortune cookie.  It got everything wrong.

“You will find a thing.  It may be important.”

“In bed!” Balthazar snickered and made Castiel look up from the small white slip of paper in his hand.  “Maybe you’ll finally find your balls.  If Winchester hasn’t already stored their dried remains in an old baby food jar and shoved it to the back of the pantry.”

Castiel rolled his eyes and tossed the paper aside.  When your best friend and your boyfriend couldn’t stand each other, all you could do was ignore their petty comments about each other.

“What does yours say?” Cas asked.

“Hmm…”  Balthazar cracked open his golden brown cookie.  He popped a piece into his mouth and straightened out the slip.  He frowned.  “You are cleverly disguised as a responsible adult.”

Cas snorted.

“That’s not even a fortune,” Balthazar complained.

“But it is accurate.”

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Day 20: Uktena Tales

Uktena is a mythical monster from Cherokee folklore. It’s said the Uktena is a giant horned serpent with flaming scales and a shining diamond set in its forehead. The motif of the horned serpent can be found in several Native American tribes and pictographs of the creature have been discovered all over the Southcentral and Southeastern US. The Uktena is death to any who meet it, and bears some resemblance to certain monsters of Ozark folklore, no doubt because of the cross-influences between Ozark and Cherokee culture.

Below are three Uktena tales from James Mooney’s “Myths of the Cherokee” a book I highly recommend to anyone interested in Cherokee folklore and folk beliefs.

“The Uktena And The Ulûñsû'tï”

Long ago–hïlahi'yu–when the Sun became angry at the people on earth and sent a sickness to destroy them, the Little Men changed a man into a monster snake, which they called Uktena, “The Keen-eyed,” and sent him to kill her. He failed to do the work, and the Rattlesnake had to be sent instead, which made the Uktena so jealous and angry that the people were afraid of him and had him taken up to Gälûñ'lätï, to stay with the other dangerous things.[1] He left others behind him, though, nearly as large and dangerous as himself, and they hide now in deep pools in the river and about lonely passes in the high mountains, the places which the Cherokee call “Where the Uktena stays.”

Those who know say that the Uktena is a great snake, as large around as a tree trunk, with horns on its head, and a bright, blazing crest like a diamond upon its forehead, and scales glittering like sparks of fire. It has rings or spots of color along its whole length, and can not be wounded except by shooting in the seventh spot from the head, because under this spot are its heart and its life. The blazing diamond is called Ulûñsû'tî “Transparent,” and he who can win it may become the greatest wonder worker of the tribe, but it is worth a man’s life to attempt it, for whoever is seen by the Uktena is so dazed by the bright light that he runs toward the snake instead of trying to escape.

Even to see the Uktena asleep is death, not to the hunter himself, but to his family.

Of all the daring warriors who Have started out in search of the Ulûñsû'tî only Âgän-uni'tsï ever came back successful.[1] The East Cherokee still keep the one which he brought. It is like a large transparent crystal, nearly the shape of a cartridge bullet, with a blood-red streak running through the center from top to bottom. The owner keeps it wrapped in a whole deerskin, inside an earthen jar hidden away in a secret cave in the mountains. Every seven days he feeds it with the blood of small game, rubbing the blood all over the crystal as soon as the animal has been killed. Twice a year it must have the blood of a deer or some other large animal. Should he forget to feed it at the proper time it would come out from its cave at night in the shape of fire and fly through the air to slake its thirst with the lifeblood of the conjurer or some one of his people. He may save himself from this danger by telling it, when he puts it away, that he will not need it again for a long time. It will then go quietly to sleep and feel no hunger until it is again brought out to be consulted. Then it must be fed again with blood before it is used.

No white man must ever see it and no person but the owner will venture near it for fear of sudden death. Even the conjurer who keeps it is afraid of it, and changes its hiding place every once ill a while so that it can not learn the way out. When he dies it will be buried with him. Otherwise it will come out of its cave, like a blazing star, to search for his grave, night after night for seven years, when, if still not able to find him, it will go back to sleep forever where he has placed it.

Whoever owns the Ulûñsû'tî is sure of success in hunting, love, rainmaking, and every other business, but its great use is in life prophecy. When it is consulted for this purpose the future is seen mirrored in the clear crystal as a tree is reflected in the quiet stream below, and the conjurer knows whether the sick man will recover, whether the warrior will return from battle, or whether the youth will live to be old.

“Âgän-uni'tsï’s Search For The Uktena”

In one of their battles with the Shawano, who are all magicians, the Cherokee captured a great medicine-man whose name was Âgän-uni'tsï, “The Ground-hogs’ Mother.” They had tied him ready for the torture when he begged for his life and engaged, if spared, to find for them the great wonder worker, the Ulûñsû'tî. Now, the Ulûñsû'tî is like a blazing star set in the forehead of the great Uktena serpent, and the medicine-man who could possess it might do marvelous things, but everyone knew this could not be, because it was certain death to meet the Uktena. They warned him of all this but he only answered that his medicine was strong and he was not afraid. So they gave him his life on that condition and he began the search.

The Uktena used to lie in wait in lonely places to surprise its victims, and especially haunted the dark passes of the Great Smoky mountains. Knowing this, the magician went first to a gap in the range on the far northern border of the Cherokee country. He searched and found there a monster blacksnake, larger than had ever been known before, but it was not what he was looking for, and he laughed at it as something too small for notice. Coming southward to the next gap he found there a great moccasin snake, the largest ever seen, but when the people wondered he said it was nothing. In the next gap he found a greensnake and called the people to see “the pretty sälikwâ'yï,” but when they found an immense greensnake coiled up in the path they ran away in fear. Coming on to U'täwagûn'ta, the Bald mountain, he found there a great diya'hälï (lizard) basking, but, although it was large and terrible to look at, it was not what he wanted and he paid no attention to it. Going still south to Walâsi'yï, the Frog place, he found a great frog squatting in the gap, but when the people who came to see it were frightened like the others and ran away from the monster he mocked at them for being afraid of a frog and went on to the next gap. He went on to Duniskwa`lgûñ'yï, the Gap of the Forked Antler, and to the enchanted lake of Atagâ'hï, and at each he found monstrous reptiles, but he said they were nothing. He thought the Uktena might be hiding in the deep water at Tlanusi'yï, the Leech place, on Hiwassee, where other strange things had been seen before, and going there he dived far down under the surface. He saw turtles and water snakes, and two immense sun-perches rushed at him and retreated again, but that was all. Other places he tried, going always southward, and at last on Gahû'tï mountain he found the Uktena asleep.

Turning without noise, he ran swiftly down the mountain side as far as he could go with one long breath, nearly to the bottom of the slope. There he stopped and piled up a great circle of pine cones, and inside of it he dug a deep trench. Then he set fire to the cones and came back again up the, mountain.

The Uktena was still asleep, and, putting an arrow to his bow, Âgän-uni'tsï shot and sent the arrow through its heart, which was under the seventh spot from the serpent’s head. The great snake raised his head, with the diamond in front flashing fire, and came straight at his enemy, but the magician, turning quickly, ran at full speed down the mountain, cleared the circle of fire and the trench at one bound, and lay down on the ground inside.

The Uktena tried to follow, but the arrow was through his heart. and in another moment he rolled over in his death struggle, spitting poison over all the mountain side. But the poison drops could not pass the circle of fire, but only hissed and sputtered in the blaze, and the magician on the inside was untouched except by one small drop which struck upon his head as he lay close to the ground; but he did not know it. The blood, too, as poisonous as the froth, poured from the Uktena’s wound and down the slope in a dark stream, but it ran into the trench and left him ‘Unharmed. The dying monster rolled over and over down the mountain, breaking down large trees in its path until it reached the bottom. Then Âgän-uni'tsï called every bird in all the woods to come to the feast, and so many came that when they were done not even the bones were left.

After seven days he went by night to the spot. The body and the bones of the snake were gone, all eaten by the birds, but he saw a bright light shining in the darkness, and going over to it he found, resting on a low-hanging branch, where a raven had dropped it, the diamond from the head of the Uktena. He wrapped it up carefully and took it with him, and from that time he became the greatest medicine-man in the whole tribe.

When Âgän-uni'tsï came down again to the settlement the people noticed a small snake hanging from his head where the single drop of poison from the Uktena had struck; but so long as he lived he himself never knew that it was there.

Where the blood of the Uktena had filled the trench a lake formed afterwards, and the water was black and in this water the women used to dye the cane splits for their baskets.

“The Red Man And The Uktena”

Two brothers went bunting together, and when they came to a good camping place in the mountains they made a fire, and while one gathered bark to put up a shelter the other started up the creek to look for a deer. Soon he heard a noise on the top of the ridge as if two animals were fighting. He hurried through the bushes to see what it might be, and when he came to the spot he found a great uktena coiled around a man and choking him to death. The man was fighting for his life, and called out to the hunter: “Help me, nephew; he is your enemy as well as mine.” The hunter took good aim, and, drawing the arrow to the head, sent it through the body of the uktena, so that the blood spouted from the hole. The snake loosed its coils with a snapping noise, and went tumbling down the ridge into the valley, tearing up the earth like a water spout as it rolled.

The stranger stood up, and it was the Asga'ya Gi'gägeï, the Red Man of the Lightning. He said to the hunter: “You have helped me, and now I will reward you, and give you a medicine so that you can always find game.” They waited until it was dark, and then went down the ridge to where the dead uktena had rolled, but by this time the birds and insects had eaten the body and only the bones were left. In one place were flashes of light coming up from the ground, and on digging here, just under the surface, the Red Man found a scale of the uktena. Next he went over to a tree that had been struck by lightning, and gathering a handful of splinters he made a fire and burned the uktena scale to a coal. He wrapped this in a piece of deerskin and gave it to the hunter, saying: “As long as you keep this you can always kill game.” Then he told the hunter that when he went back to camp he must hang up the medicine on a tree outside, because it was very strong and dangerous. He told him also that when he went into the cabin he would find his brother lying inside nearly dead on account of the presence of the uktena’s scale, but he must take a small piece of cane, which the Red Man gave him, and scrape a little of it into water and give it to his brother to drink and he would be well again. Then the Red Man was gone, and the hunter could not see where he went. He returned to camp alone, and found his brother very sick, but soon cured him with the medicine from the cane, and that, day and the next, and every day after, he found game whenever he went for it.

6. Charles Xavier (Request)

Request:  “hello can u pls do 1, 6, 21, and 22 with Charles? Thank u!”

Afternoon requester! Here is no. 6 because Ives and I are splitting them two each and I am currently procrastinating my “holiday homework”… I mean… those are two words that don’t belong together at ALL. It’s like a bizarre twisted oxymoron. Any who, I hope you enjoy. Happy Reading!


It was an incredibly hot night. Too hot. Too blooming hot. Like the stereotype of an Aussie summer but times by a bazillion… though perhaps that’s a tad exaggerated. You’d blasted the AC in the hotel room but it just wasn’t working that well. Charles and Erik were out recruiting and you had tagged along. Mainly because you didn’t want to stay at the bunker. Too many people there, too many humans who didn’t understand. You didn’t want to join them on the recruit either, because they could very much handle themselves and you could have some alone time. Nice book, nice rest. Except you hadn’t counted on the bloomin’ heat.

You looked at the adorable little pajamas you’d put on the bed… Little owls on the shorts, little slogan on the top. Should you wear them, should you go without… that was the question. You’d just jumped out of the shower and you figured, “Nah. Nope.” You jumped in and snuggled under the blankets. To others it might be weird; a hot night without pajamas and you were jumping under the covers but you just couldn’t sleep without them over you. You just felt safer under the covers. They were like a little shield to the rest of the world. Also they were a good cover for your naked-ity if anything should go wrong. You read your book for a while until you reached over to turn out your light and lay down your head to go to sleep.

You heard footsteps coming down the hall and frowned. Must be Charles and Erik heading to their room. Suddenly you heard your door opening. You sat bolt upright, pulling the covers tight against you till it could be safe to say you could rock that sheet at fashion week with no chance of a wardrobe malfunction. Only your shoulders were bare. You flicked on the light and there was Charles, now shielding his eyes from the assault of the brightness you had created. He had just taken off his shoes and had them in hand. He blinked a couple of times and shook his head until he spotted you.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” He asked, confused.

“Um… because it’s not your bed, Charles. This is my room.”

“Nope. This one is mine, I think.” He said, lowering his eyebrows and trying to concentrate. He may have had a few to drink, it seemed.

“Just… just step out of the room so I can get dressed?” You asked, and he did just as you said. You put on the pajamas from before and then he stepped back into the room.

“Show me your room key.” You said as soon as he entered the room again. He did and the number matched the one on your own room key.

“I don’t… Why didn’t we notice the mix up before?” Charles started.

“Because you put your bags in Erik’s room before so you could rush off to track down the mutant without checking your room first?” You reminded him. A look of understanding dawned on his face.

“Oh. So we’re sharing?” He was confused again.

“I… I guess.” He could stay in Erik’s room but you weren’t going to mention that. You both jumped into bed, putting a pillow between you both before you drifted off to sleep. Charles was still fully dressed but he didn’t seem to mind. Somewhere in the both of your sleep, the pillow got moved and you ended up snuggling. In the morning, instead of either of you trying to make excuses, Charles had just kissed you on the top of your head and when you’d smiled at that he’d kissed you full on the mouth. Well… that little mix-up had worked out for the best!

anonymous asked:


Send me a number and a pairing, and I’ll do a short (100-300 words max) description. If I get a ton of the same pairing, I reserve the right to pick and choose. (Inspired by an art meme.) 

3. Drunk/Sloppy kiss

Thank you for sending in a prompt! You didn’t specify a ship, so hope you don’t mind that I picked one out!

Words: 1, 387

Tags: Established relationship, gets a little handsy at the end, Plagg is a butt, mentions of Heartrate,

Ship: Ladynoir, Adrienette,

Also Found on Ao3 and FF.

REMINDER: All ML fic requests should now be sent to @spotted-bugaboo! Any ML fics on this account have also been reblogged there under the my fanfiction tag!

In hindsight, it was a terrible idea to let Alya and Nino plan their New Year’s party. By themselves, they were meddlesome devils – together? Honestly, it should have been illegal.

Still, Marinette supposed there were far worse things that could have happened than to have to drag her very intoxicated boyfriend up to his room.

“Adrien, come on,” she murmured, gripping his arm to help stay upright. “Adrien!”

“It’s pointless – he’s completely smashed,” snickered Plagg, clinging to Marinette’s shoulder. “I told him he shouldn’t have gotten into that drinking contest with Kim.”

“Yet he did,” muttered Marinette, sighing. “Honestly, I expected Kim to be goading Alix, not my boyfriend.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think Alix and Kim snuck out together so I doubt there will be any more drinking contests,” supplied Tikki from Marinette’s other shoulder.

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How to achieve Natural Glowing Skin

Looking for tips and tricks to keep your face naturally glowing and clear for this holiday? Then here’s a list of things you can follow!  Follow these tips now and you’ll start to notice the big difference. But the most important step of all is to love your skin, to achieve a happier and glowing complexion!

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comfort in the waiting room

and i knew that you were a truth i would rather lose than to have never have lain beside at all.

Captain Swan. 4x02 fic. 

Notes: I’ve decided to (belatedly) throw my hat into the post-4x02 fic ring. ‘What Sarah Said’ is one of my favorite songs ever (I wrote an entire multichap fic around it) and I couldn’t not. So, you know. Enjoy. 

love is watching someone die


            And there’s something about it that feels like finally, something that feels like completion. Like full circle, like an ending—

            Like we’ve wasted our lives.

            (Except he doesn’t count a single moment with her as wasted.)

            (But he would. He’d waste his whole life away, if it was with her.)

            (If he should be so lucky.)

            (He isn’t, usually.)

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bellonablake  asked:

hey! for the fic prompt thing: bellarke and doctor!clarke? maybe something with "dammit, i'm a doctor, not a __!" trope, if you want

thank you for sending a prompt! sorry it didn’t go up on thursday as planned, this week had a lot of unexpected grandparents in it. also i couldn’t figure out how to work in that meme, but i hope you like it anyway!


“Think fast.”

Bellamy’s head whips up just in time to see something arcing through the air towards him. The object bounces off his shoulder and he fumbles to catch it, doubly confused when he sees what it is.

“Huh.” He turns it over like there might be some hidden message. “Thanks, but for future reference, I normally get whatever special’s on tap.”

“Oh, I got you that too,” Clarke says, grinning wide as she slides a drink his way.

“What’s this, then?”

“It’s an apple. Roundish fruit, grows on trees, red, sometimes green?”

“I got that much,” he says, dry. Like he doesn’t have the same shitty sense of humor she does. “I meant, what’s it for?”

She smirks and he gets the sense she’s finally letting him in on the joke.

“I heard it keeps the doctor away.”

Bellamy has to laugh.

He can’t be sure which one of them started the who’s more of a doctor argument– honestly, the chances are good either way– but it’s exactly the kind of toothless antagonization he’s come to expect with Clarke. She’ll never concede her ground that calling himself a doctor when he’s working toward a PhD instead of an MD is misleading at best and inaccurate at worst, just like he’ll never relent with his argument that he’ll be in school twice as long as she will and earn the title fair and square.

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anonymous asked:

what do you think Jons life was like pre-asoiaf? Would he have gone with Robb(I assume) and Ned to visit bannermen and govern things, or left at winterfell due to his bastardy?

I’m almost certain that wherever Robb went during their childhood, Jon came along. Jon’s existence was no secret among northerners, and there’s no sense in leaving him in Winterfell with Catelyn as Ned took Robb other places (not that they could have gone very far or for too long). From what I gathered from Jon’s POVs, Ned did not raise him any differently than he did any of his other sons, which is actually a source of resentment on Catelyn’s part. Because in her eyes (and many others) Jon /should/ have been raised and treated differently, because he is a bastard and bastards shouldn’t be afforded the same privileges as their trueborn siblings lest their “inherently deceitful” natures make them use these privileges against their families.

Jon always knew he was a bastard and was reminded of it daily, but in the long run, he wasn’t treated very differently- not by Ned, and certainly not by Robb (or Arya, Bran, Rickon, and to a certain extent Sansa). And I think it is partially /because/ he was treated the same that he always wanted the name “Stark”, because while he was raised a Stark, looks like a Stark, grew up with Starks, he is forever cursed with the name “Snow”. Jon wants to be a seamless member of the family, and despite how well he was treated, he knows he never can be. Hence his frustration on the matter.

You can see the effect that being treated differently has on Jon when Robert Baratheon visits Winterfell. He’s not allowed to sit at the high table with his siblings, because Catelyn thinks that his presence would offend the king and queen (note that it was in fact Catelyn’s idea; Ned may not have had an issue with it), and he grows very angry and frustrated. He drinks a lot of wine (because Ned can’t see him, and because it’s the only bright spot in his situation, that he can drink more wine than his siblings because he can’t be seen), and when his uncle Benjen makes a quip about how Jon should father a bastard before considering joining the NW so he knows what he’s missing, his frustration hits a peak. He yells at his uncle, runs into a serving maid, and runs out of the hall crying.

As for Jon’s life in general, it seems like he had a pretty great childhood, but his bastardy seems to hang like a cloud over his head. The little snippets we get of the Starks’ childhoods always seem to include Jon in the fun and the idyllic bits. So I’d say his childhood was good, but his self-awareness of his own stigma may have marred some memories for him (i.e. the heroes game that him and Robb used to play).