My Sifu told me that repetition is the mother of all skill. Simple as it is, I could not agree more. Over the last couple of years, I have continually preached in my class the importance of practicing mindfully and with full intention, so it was only natural that when my personal practice came along, that went out the window. Let’s face it, it’s hard and takes a considerable amount of time and energy. However, these last few months I have found incredible joy in training that I had been missing out on for years. So, is it exhausting? Excruciatingly so. Should we practice that way? Absolutely.
I would like to start by thanking my older Kung Fu brother and friend who gave me the 1% inspiration and showed me through example how to work through the 99% perspiration. Knowing you, you’ve found this post way too quickly. Until I really learned how to better train and how to work hard in the pursuit of my dream, my practice was devoid of passion. I walked through a few forms, and that was a good enough session. Nowadays, it seems like i can’t call it “training” if my legs don’t give out. I have become helplessly addicted to the type of training that I previously thought was so ridiculous. I’m not saying by any means that I’ve achieved any level of mastery or that I am skilled. Conversely, I find myself more humbled by my new regimen than I was when waltzing through movements many months back. Now, I collapse more than I stick landings, strain muscles more than I ever had combined, and drip sweat in a way that can only be described as satisfying. I had always romanticized the idea of eating bitter, and I still don’t think I really understand how to eat bitter very well, but I’m getting closer on this path.
“Nana korobi ya oki”- Japanese Proverb
(Fall down seven times, get up eight)
Tonight I fell down countless times. My legs burned like hell and it’s unbearably frustrating when you can’t quite get a move correctly and after dozens of tries, you keep falling down. Despite only landing it a few times though (and even those, I have so much to fix), every time I got up and did it again, my muscles got stronger and learned. I know I have hundreds of hard sessions to go before I’ll reap the bounty, but I am certain that even though it won’t ever be perfect, it will have been worth it.
I am nowhere close to where I need to be. I am still highly undeserving of where I am. But I am definitely full of passion and an unquenchable desire to improve at my art. I will be the first to say that I do not have a natural gift for the martial arts, but I do have an intense love for it and that will carry me.
So, if repetition truly is the mother of all skill, then theoretically anybody can master whichever art they love. Why not me too? All I have to do is practice mindfully, train passionately, and of course, always do it again.
I just started a double degree (engineering and business) and holy shit I regret everything. THIS IS ME SCREAMING INTO THE ABYSS. I DONT KNOW HOW I'LL EVER MAKE IT TO MY FINAL YEAR
/SCREAMS INTO THE ABYSS WITH YOU/
Here’s a few things I wish I’d known before I started my double degree (+ a few things which have kept me sane since then!)
I started my degree as a ‘social’ coffee drinker.
NOW ITS LIKE WATER.
PUMP THAT SHIT INTO MY BLOODSTREAM, IV DRIP, THERE IS NO LIFE BEFORE COFFEE
2. Student Discounts
Reap the benefits of student discounts. Seriously.
Know where the cheapest coffee is, transport subsidies, printing subsidies, student sales, student flights!
3. Shit happens, things change.
Just because you hate something now, doesn’t mean you can’t love it later. The upshot being - just because you love something now, doesn’t mean you won’t hate it with the feverish passion of a thousand burning suns later.
Your interests will change. Your goals, both academic and personal will change. That’s ok.
Find something that motivates you to complete each degree. You may enjoy both your degrees equally. You may prefer one over the other - particularly if you’re still completing tedious core units for one degree whilst you get to do much more interesting advanced units for the other. Remind yourself why you’re doing this degree. Why are you doing double the workload, why is it worth the late nights, caffeine overdoses and the concurrent deadlines? Assess each degree independently of the other and find something which motivates you to study in that field.
In my case, I was very demotivated halfway through my degree. Honestly speaking, in my 3/4th year, I was ready to drop my other degree and graduate with a single. I only continued my other degree after going on exchange (read: more holiday than study) and when I could finally do advanced units which were interesting to me.
For others, changing degree (yes, even in 6th year) was the best choice for them. They’re much happier now, and much more driven - and it was their experience throughout their double degree that helped them realise their passion in another field. Sometimes, finding out what you hate is just as important as finding out what you love.
4. Save a first year unit for the end of your degree
Ok, I shit you not.
If your degree structure allows you to save an elective first year unit for your penultimate or final year, do it.
Sure, its strange to walk into a class of freshers. When you inevitably have an ‘ice breaker’ exercise, watch in sick fascination as the majority of the class whips their head around incredulously as you introduce yourself as a “fifth year student”
BUT BOY THE REWARDS ARE SWEET. For example, having a reduced workload so you can focus on your advanced units. Easy marks because you already know half the shit, and if not, you know where to find it.
You already have half the transferrable skills (report writing, referencing, critical analysis, knowledge of HOW THE FUCK TO SUBMIT AN ASSIGNMENT THROUGH YOUR UNI SERVER) to do well. You could probably skip all the intro/ getting to know your way around the library resources classes.
A relaxed class and a healthy boost to my GPA? Sign me up.
5. Use time to your advantage
One of the things I’m grateful for is time.
Its a long degree. Instinctively I knew this when I signed up - 5 to 7 years is a long time. But I only truly felt how long a period that time was when my friends with shorter degrees graduated and entered the workforce. And whilst I enjoy what I study, the mechanics and routine of going to uni and sitting exams etc remains tedious.
But heck, I am grateful for the time and opportunity I’ve had to figure shit out in the safety of university.
Professionally, I know the ins and outs of graduate job hunting. I have had the opportunity to ‘test run’ interviews etc, and learn about more opportunities with each passing cycle - the fairs, the assistance you can get at uni, the whole recruiting circus. I have a well established study system that works for me, featuring keyboard shortcuts, shitonnes of sticky notes and my weight in coffee. I know where to ask for help and I know which areas of campus are the best study spots and which places to avoid during mid-sem hell. I know what events my student society runs, and I know when there’s free breakfast during semester. I’m confident. I’m certainly not ready to face the workplace, but I’m more prepared that I would have been 3 years ago.
Personally, I’m more confident in my identity and what direction I want to take in the future. I know what I like, what I dislike, and what I’m willing to sacrifice/invest for what ends. I’ve learnt a lot about how I handle stress, friendship and 8am non recorded classes (read: not well).
Also, FIGURE OUT WHAT YOUR HIGHER DEGREE GRADUATE REQUIREMENTS ARE BECAUSE YOU HAVE TIME TO FIX THINGS. Do you need practical experience to graduate? Do you need to complete an internship unit? How many units of each degree do you need to complete? Have you completed the correct number of majors for each degree? Find out early, so you can amend your study plan.
6. Old habits die hard.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I HAVE YET TO GO A SEMESTER WITHOUT PULLING AN ALL NIGHTER, BLESS NAIVE FIRST YEAR ME.
In saying that, use the length of your degree to develop good habits. Figure out what study method works for you, find out whether you’re more engaged in morning or evening classes. Where’s a decent study spot on campus?
Don’t be afraid to apply the skills you’ve learnt from one degree to the other. Whether it be research skills, note taking habits or otherwise. Keep in mind the differences between each discipline.
Work smart. By the time you’ve reached 3rd year, you’ll be at the halfway point. You know what lectures are like. You know what tutorials are like. You know which textbooks are worth the buy and what assessment structure suits you. Don’t be afraid to exploit that knowledge to forge a better semester for yourself.
Its a long journey. There’s going to be good days, shit days and then “fuck the world, what the hell is this” days. There’s going to be coinciding deadlines and insane exam timetables. And that’s not even counting the late night existential crises in between.
But you’re going to learn so much - both in an academic and personal sense. You’ll find out what you enjoy, what lecturers to avoid, what subjects bore you to death. You’ll meet so many people - inspirational people, motivational people, and some assholes. You’ll realise that fuck yes I can complete a 3000 word assignment the night before, and yes I can survive a 90% exam.
Remember you always have the freedom to choose. You don’t have to do it all at once - go on exchange, take a semester off, find something to break up the tedium of study. Sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is to figure out what’s best for you and pursuing it.
Good luck dear anon. You’re the first double degree anon to scream into the abyss - THIS IS ME SCREAMING ALONGSIDE YOU OH MY GOD YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader x Alpha!Sam (no Wincest
Warnings: Language, mentions of violence and death, ABO dynamics, Smut, Threesome, double penetration, probably other shit too but if you’re ok with the latter there’s no point in me listing them all ‘cause your a kinky little fuck.
Following @helvonasche and @madamelibrarian ‘s ABO rules - where heats (after 25y/o) and ruts (after 35y/o) make the subject susceptible to death if knotting does not occur.
Setting: between 12x8 and 12x9.
Summary: Having a past - not that kind of ‘past’ - with the Winchester’s meant you were one of their first calls for help putting Lucifer back in the cage. That part worked out quite well, but goddamnit you got caught. Now you’re in lockdown and fuck if your heat doesn’t hit. Good thing the ‘bad guys’ want you alive and talking.
huge thanks to my betas :)
“Brothers. Born in Lawrence, Kansas to Mary Winchester, deceased, and John Winchester, also deceased. FBI started investigating them back in 2007. Assault, murder, multiple counts of desecrating a corpse. They made the FBI’s most wanted in 2011, then died in a shootout with police in Ankeny, Iowa. At least, that’s what their file said; but apparently not.”
“And the girl?”
“Same M.O. Her record runs mostly hand in hand with the Winchester’s from 2007 to 2010, then she drops off the map, goes quiet until today. Does look like she’s the only one who’s not a ghost though.”
What was the name of the bastard who killed Chara? Did Sans torment them a bit before reaping them?
There were multiple bastards, alas. They would’ve gotten their just desserts eventually. Remind me to make a comic about this though omg, because they would definitely be tormented for the First Murder, and Sans would definitely– have a special place for them.
Warnings: mentions of pain torture, jabberjays, mean Capitol
Summary: The Capitol controlled everything, even the hate between you and a certain Finnick Odair. Or so they thought. When you get trapped in the Jabberjays section, you were so sure nothing would affect you. You were terribly wrong.
Word Count: 1678
You wielded your bo before locking it into place on your back. You got separated from Finnick while fighting at the Cornucopia. You had to find Finnick. You were sure that Finnick survived the bloodbath, but you needed to find him as soon as possible. Even though the audience believed that you and Finnick were rivals, you didn’t care. You were getting out of the arena and away from the Capitol, anyway.
Keeping your eyes peeled, you trekked through the jungle environment. So far, there wasn’t anything suspicious. You didn’t dare eat the tempting nuts, go near the lake surrounding the Cornucopia, or shout for Finnick. you played with the bracelet on your wrist, trying to concentrate.
Something moved. You heard the rustle of leaves. You placed your hand on your bo, prepared for anything unexpected.
You stopped in your tracks. That was your mother’s voice. But, your mother was dead. You tilted your head in confusion before resuming your defensive stance.
Your father’s voice. You blinked and shook your head. He was dead, too. You were only in the game for a couple of hours. You knew you weren’t going crazy from sleep deprivation, dehydration, or starvation. You scoffed. The Capitol was trying to play tricks on you. “Not gonna work!” you shouted. “Everyone I care about’s gone,” you stated, walking through the jungle.
“(Y/n)! Help! Please!”
You froze. “Finnick?” you whispered. You shook your head. It couldn’t be him. He was with Katniss, like planned. He couldn’t be anywhere near you. It wasn’t possible.
Your heart crumbled. “Finnick! Finnick! Where are you?” You ripped through the trees. You whipped out your bow. “Finnick!”
“(Y/n)! Help me! Please! (Y/n)!”
Your eyes watered. What was happening to him? Finnick was always so brave. He would never wail like this. Not if something truly horrible was happening. What was the Capitol doing to him? What cruel thing were they doing this time? You had to get to him. You had to help him. You couldn’t go on in this game without him.
“Finnick!” The screams emanated from that area. You spun around. “Finnick!” you cried. “Where are you? Please!”
“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” Pain was laced throughout his cries. His pleads speared you right through your heart. Where was he?
You pressed your hands to your head. It hurt! It pained you! You took deep breaths. You had to do something. You had to find a way to get to Finnick. Did the Capitol camouflage him somehow? Maybe he was higher in the trees. “Finnick! I’m coming for you!”
You searched the trees.
“(Y/n)! Help me! (Y/n)! Please!”
Your heart pounded against your chest. A weight crushed your lungs. Your head spun in circles. Everything was green. Green. Green. Green.
Black? Something black caught your eyes. No, wait. It was dark blue. “Finnick?”
The spot flew. It flew towards you! The bird opened its beak. “(Y/n)!”
You screamed and ducked down. Finnick’s cries continued to bombard your ears. you sprung back up. This bird. It was the source of Finnick’s cries. It made you scream his name. It made you scared.
You hated it.
Before the wretched bird could scream its awful cry, you slammed your bo against its head. Your breathing was labored. You shut your eyes and looked away. It was only then that you realized what these monsters were. Jabberjays. Experiments of the Capitols trained to repeat what they’ve heard.
They heard Finnick’s screams. They’ve been with Finnick. He was suffering!
A multitude of Finnick’s shrill screams rang through the air again.
You whipped your head around. A flock of birds swooped down from the trees and headed straight towards you.
You did the only thing you could do. You ran. You pumped your legs as hard as you could.
“(Y/n)! Help me!”
You shook your head. His cries sounded so real. You could picture Finnick in pain. You could see him reaching for you. You could see him pleading for you to come. It was too much to bare. You covered your ears. Tears streamed down your face. You kept on running.
You ran straight into a wall. You couldn’t see it. It was like glass. A force field. “No,” you whispered. You punched the force field. Nothing. You took out your bo and hit it. Nothing. You unsheathed your knife and struck the wall once again. Nothing.
The abominations came at you, surrounding you and engulfing you in its storm.
“(Y/n)! Help me! Help!”
You covered your ears and sunk to the ground. Where was Finnick? He had to be in the arena. What monster did they unleash? What torture were they putting him through? How could they be so cruel?
“Stop it!” you pleaded. “Stop hurting him! Please!”
The torture just grew. Finnick’s screams seemed to grow louder. It clanged about in your heart and head. He was somewhere suffering. And you couldn’t get to him. No matter what you did, Finnick would be suffering without you by his side. The screams of your name echoed, sounding so painful.
You didn’t even realize that the birds had fled. A trident had flown through the air and scared off the Jabberjays.
Someone touched your shoulder. “(Y/n)?”
You sprung up and took out your bo. “Get away from me!” you screamed.
You observed your targets. They looked like tributes. Katniss. Peeta. One looked exactly like Finnick.
It was a trick! It had to be. Finnick was somewhere screaming his head off. This thing was just another illusion by the Capitol. This experiment was just going to trick you. Lead you into some sort of trap. Maybe even kill you. You couldn’t have that happen. You needed to find the real Finnick.
The Finnick copy stepped towards you. “Hey, (y/n), it’s ok. You’re safe now.”
You scowled. “That’s what the Capitol wants me to think,” you sneered.
“Hey, we trust each other, don’t we?”
Its voice sounded just like his. It was so soft and gentle and alluring. But you weren’t going to fall for it. “No. We don’t.”
The thing blinked. “(Y/n),” it purred. “It’s me. I’m Finnick.” It stepped towards you.
You held your bo so that the pointed end rested on its chest. “And how the hell do I know that?”
The Katniss fake strung an arrow.
You threatened, “Don’t test me, you mutt.”
“Hey,” Finnick-fake started, bringing your attention back to him. “(Y/n), I’ll prove it to you. I’m real.”
You just stared at him.
It took your silence as a go-ahead. “You won the 67th Hunger Games at the age of fifteen. I was your mentor.” The counterfeit Finnick laughed, pointing at your charm bracelet. “That bracelet’s nice.”
You slightly pushed your bo forward. It wasn’t enough to harm the mutt, but it was enough to warn it. “Anyone could figure that out. The Capitol knows all of that.”
“Ah, but they don’t know one about you.”
“And what is this one thing?”
It smiled ever so slightly. “You told everyone that bracelet was made by Mags. You lied. I gave that promise to you.”
You gulped. You and Finnick had agreed to never tell anyone about the two of you. Before you were reaped, Finnick and you were the best of friends. You jumped forward when his name was called at his Reaping. You were interviewed when the Games was nearing its end. You were the first to congratulate him when he came back home.
The Capitol hated that. The Capitol didn’t like the idea of their District 4 sex symbol being tied down.
All footage of you was cut from the viewings. However, it didn’t stop Finnick from bringing you on camera. He invited you to his house when paparazzi was there. He mentioned you in every interview. He didn’t want to lose you as a best friend.
The Capitol fought back. That’s when you were reaped.
After you won, Finnick and you admitted your love for each other in private. However, the two of you knew it wouldn’t please the Capitol. Not wanting to take the risk, Finnick and you agreed never to be seen on camera together, never mention each other in interviews, never even talk to each other at home. In order to make people believe it, Finnick and you staged an argument that played on television for years. You scheduled secret meetings in different places at different times, successfully keeping the Capitol off your trail.
“We have to stop doing this,” you had muttered once against Finnick’s lips.
“You want to stop kissing?”
You had laughed and stared into his eyes. “Finnick, how is this going to work?”
Finnick had sighed. “We will be together one day. I promise.”
It wasn’t enough proof for you. You had stared at the ground.
“Hey, I got you something.” Finnick had slipped something cool on your wrist.
You had looked at your wrist and smiled sadly. “A charm bracelet?”
“A promise.” He had lifted your hand and gently kissed your knuckles. “I will always love you, (Y/n).”
This mutt was not a mutt. It was Finnick, the one who loved you, the one you loved you. It was your best friend. You dropped your weapon and smiled. “Finnick,” you whispered.
The young man beamed and took you in his arms. He threaded his fingers through your hair. The Victor sighed as relief took over his body. He hadn’t held you so close in so long. With so many cameras around, he never had the chance to.
You hugged him close to you. “I thought- I thought you were… You were screaming for me,” you exasperated. It filled you with joy being back in Finnick’s arms. You smiled widely. you could finally hug him, even if the Capitol was watching.
Finnick chuckled a little before tightening his grip on you. “I missed you. So much.”
You smiled. “Me, too. I missed you, too.”
Hey guys! I had way too much fun with this one…. Sorry if it’s really confusing. One thing led to another and then it became a complicated and convoluted plot.
So! I hope you don’t hate it! Have a great night guys! Hope to talk to you again soon!
I am curious: How man requests did you get? Can you give us a sneak Peak of the request you got? Or at least of the next ones to come or most interesting to come.Even if you can't share that Information, keep up the great work, because your imagines and headcanons are great! :3
I have 129 messages in my inbox right now, but I think about 110 of those are requests. ;A;
I like to surprise you all, so I won’t reveal too much… but the request I’m working on involves a female MC. *_* I actually had to redo it all over again because Chrome refreshed on it’s own when I was just about done answering R I P. So I’m sorry if it’s late!! ;_;
BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT like it’s so flattering that someone as delightful as you thinks my content is great! Take care of yourself dear!! <333
ok but by someone crediting you, they're acknowledging that the fic isn't theirs and they didn't write it. that's not stealing. it's not like they're going "oh look at this fic i wrote myself!"
I am walking around with your watch. You name is one it. I never claim it is mine. Did I ask for it? Nope? Wait does that mean I stole it?? But you just said??!!
USE YOU FUCKING BRAIN!!! If you take my stuff without permission you steal! It is simple how can that be so hard to comprehend!
If you want to post something. Sit down and write it! Do the work before you reap the fruit! Or take the ass whopping that you are gonna get when we find out and trust me sooner or later we always will!
I’m pretty sure tags have been messing up again and certain people aren’t getting notifications, get your shit together Tumblr! If I forgot you or if you want to be added to the list please let me know <3
In round two, the Slayer would be not merely compelled,
But challenged, if my guess is right.
Challenged by one claiming godhood before reaping the prodigious spoils from striking down a formidable endgame foe. One with the guile of a cheater, the luck of a Clover, the hubris of her mentor, and the drive known only to the pathologically competitive.
You know I never really noticed, but after Gale is a jerk to Madge, she pointedly wishes Katniss, and Katniss alone, luck in the Reaping, before closing the door on them both. She totally snubs Gale by not wishing him luck.
Cato Imagine : “love you ‘till your father’s home”
Pairing : Cato x Reader Warning : none Fandom : Hunger Games
The day before the The reaping
After an other exhausting day, your back hurting like hell and you hands dirty from the gun work you do, you took your bag and go back home. The night falls and it smells like a peaceful flower parfume in the hair, which is rare here. You took approximately 20 min to go home in your little village. Your father was not here yet finishing really late, starting real early.
You eat the little meal you prepared, and heard a knock from the window in your room. « It’s me Y/N » The soft but deep voice you know so well comfort you. « My father is not home, the door is open » you told him. A second after, Cato enter. He was still sweaty from his practice, a large smile on his face. « Hey baby cake » You rolled you eyes not without a little smirk « Still going on with this » He hug you tight, he was so tall that your head was in his chest. He gives a smack on your forehead with a big sound. « You’re in a good mood » « You bet, I’m on fire » You bit your lips not to tell him what you really thought, not to ruin his day. « What’s the matter » he asked, he knows all of you expression he’s a really good observer. « Nothin’, just really tired you know, want to have a shower? » « Of course » He carry you in his arm to the bathroom, You took your pants of, and your teeshirt, Cato glancing at you. When he took his, you told yourself that he was the most massive man you ever met and he was still young. The water feels good on your face, and you start rubbing the dust on your body. The shower was silent. He pulls his arms around your stomach and kiss you on your shoulder from behind. « I’ll miss that in the Capitole » « I have also my chance to get pick you know » you smirk « No you won’t, Clove told me earlier she wants to possibly volunteer » You gringe when he pronounced her name « Right Clove, lovers in Capitole then » You face him, holding his hands, the water still going « It’s for my parents I’m with her , not for me, you know that » You clear your throat. « And will you…. volunteer.. if she.. ? » « I guessed » he said touching your cheeks, you rest your head on his hands. « I’m going to win » he add « You don’t have much to worry about » « You don’t know that » « I’ve been prepared for this day since i’m 12, i’ll crush skulls, stop heart from beating, i’ll rip their arm out if I had to » You shiver « stop » « I’m a war machine » he finished You doesn’t approve those worlds, and you wish everyday you two were born in an other district and they didn’t make him a Carreer, looking for blood to spread. Your two body naked was hot although the cold water, he search your lips and they met in a passionate kiss.
In your tiny bed his huge body barely fit but he didn’t care at all, he was memorizing your face, you knew that. « Love you ‘till your father is home » he said in a laugh, that was a private joke between you two because no one should know and especially not your father, you two have a thing. He always tell you that before leaving by the window when your father got home. « Love you ‘till my father is home » you respond with a kiss
You start breathing difficulty « What if it’s the last time we… » « Shut, calm down » The door suddenly opened and you heard a familiar voice « Y/N? You’re home? » « Yes dad, let me change and I’ll be right back »
In discretion but in hurry you too get up, he put his shirt back and stand by the window « I love you » he whispered « Don’t leave me » you said in tears « I’ll be back home soon » He go pass the window and you lean to face him a last time « Love you too » he kissed you with so much love you barely couldn’t take it
You didn’t even saw him leave in the dark and you found yourself alone with a broken heart, no ready to face the 74th Hunger Games.
Requested by anon to do either for Gale, Peeta, or Finnick, but I’ve had serious Gale feelings so why not.
Oh, and I though I’d add a gif this time, good/bad call?
Catching him staring at you with an adoring smile; when he sees you he would wink before looking away
Long walks in the forest where you just talk for hours
Holding hands, and him sometimes just looking down at your intertwined fingers and smiles in amazement
Laying in bed in the mornings, most often spooning or one laying on top of the other in their arms
He sometimes sleeps on his stomach and you carefully stroke away a few strands of hair from his face
Him not being able to pretend to be asleep longer and gives himself away with a faint smile, then you pepper his face with kisses.
Catching you with strong arms in a tight hug, then roll over so he’s on top and kisses you.
Taking things slowly; neither of you feels the need to rush things, you have all the time in the world… Right?
Stargazing in the middle of the night; having sneaked out through the fence, giggling and hushing each other so won’t get caught.
Always being worried before the reaping every year and spending the evening before comforting each other
Tracing his scars after the whipping with your fingers.
Surprise visits at your home, popping in just to say something funny he’d thought about, comparing you to something beautiful and amazing he saw, or having picked a small bouquet of wild flowers
Probably placing one behind your ear; just smiling and caressing your face lovingly
Setting up traps for food in the forest together
His fingers gracing yours when he shows you a new kind of trap
Strolling through the Hob after you’ve sold yours for the day, trading, laughing, and just chit-chatting with the sellers
Finding out that he writes; reading it astonished whilst he nervously watches your reaction
He’d be writing about all sorts of things; the trees in the woods, the singing of a woman down the street when she comforts her baby, the people’s despair and how the sun seemed to carelessly keep shining.
But off he would fill pages with you; everything com trying to capture the way the wind caught your hair, your laughter echoing through the valley you often went to, how you smiled like it was possible you loved him as much as he loved you
Often memories of things you’ve done together
Bringing a blanket to a meadow on the other side of the fence and laying on it, extremely close, feeling the heat from his face and the sun shining on the both of you. He wold just lay there smiling and taking in your every feature.
Showing you a lake and spending most of your summer days cool in down and having water fights
Teaching him to flote bc that boy sinks like a rock
He’d probably be stupid and swim down so you couldn’t see him and you become really worried; only for him to suddenly grab you from underneath and scare you
Forcing him to apologize and he would hug you and ask for your forgiveness in the most dramatic way until you laughed
Playing with his siblings and his mother watching you, happy that he’s fallen for such an amazing person ;)
She would be able to see how much he adored you with the long smiles and looks he always had when you were around
Being on guard duty together in district 13
Sitting next to each other, watching the ruined landscapes of 12 or 13, enjoying the sun on a meadow in 12, in the capital wondering if you were even going to get out of this alive
just sitting next to each other, him tracing patterns on your skin or you on his, in silence just knowing that the other’s there
Comforting kisses and touching; you’re both craving stability more and more as the world around you falls apart
Hungry kisses in 13 bc ‘fuck it let’s be rebellious’, or when you both realize that maybe both of you won’t make it out of the mess alive.
Most often pressed into small closets in 13, or against walls in empty corridors
Sometimes placing happy kisses on your face in excitement, either hard on your lips, or any part of your face really
Sometimes having some pretty bad fights, but you always manage to pull through
Why do people think Taylor Hall should be happy for the Oilers? When he was on the Oilers they were bad and then they get McDavid which shows the org will turn itself around soon but before he could even get the chance to reap any of that they trade him away and the Edmonton media portrays their prior struggles as his fault. How would you feel if you worked for an incompetent company and worked super hard and did you best to turn them around but couldn’t do it all by yourself and then they get someone who can help you but they fire you before you get to reap any benefits and then people bashed you as if it were your fault that the company was bad. Would you be happy? People say they want hockey players to speak their minds but get angry when they do. Hall’s just being honest about his feelings and I see nothing wrong with it he’s not obligated to feel happy for anyone
What attributes does Ame have that would make it strong economically and what could they do to improve it? Like with how FTGOG!Kagome is doing with Suna and all those new businesses and jobs opening up. Only Ame doesn't have a Magical Miko by the name of Higurashi Kagome.
To be perfectly frank with you, we don’t actually know enough about Ame to make a solid hypothesis. What are the confirmed facts for Amegakure as a land?
1/ It’s poor and its population consists mostly of war refugees from other countries.
2/ It’s sandwiched in between the three great nations: Fire, Wind, and Earth. This led to its being used as battleground when the hidden villages went to war in the past, decimating the country and its people every time such wars happened.
3/ It rains a lot. This is apparently a combination of the nation’s natural weather patterns (it is named the land of Rain and all of its depictions in canon, barred one when Konan battled Tobi, featured heavy rain) and ninjutsu (there are several mentions of Pain and Hanzo using surveillance ninjutsu that made use of the rain). This probably also leads to poor soil condition due to the constant water washing away the top soil and eroding everything else, and thriving conditions for all sorts of diseases due to the constant humidity (e.g. malaria, etc…)
Outside of that, we don’t know much else about this country. We don’t know what sort of resources they have, nor their policy on trade (especially after Hanzo, Pain, Konan), nor their main industries.
From what I can see, they are in a poor position. Too many weak points, not enough strong points.
1/ The population is not only poor but is also not unified due to their background as war refugees from different countries. Rain people have little cultural cohesion nor shared national identity. This will lead to difficult in administration and organizing a coherent government (unless we are going full dictator mode… which… while it will work in this scenario, is also a ticking time bomb in itself)
2/ The constant rains make for poor agriculture base (waterlogged soil with poor top soil conditions, lack of sun, etc…), low public health (due to thriving conditions for all sorts of diseases), difficult conditions for public welfare (possible floods due to constant water backup), poor and costly infrastructure and public transportation (rain making it difficult for constructions and making everything that much more high-maintenance)
3/ Sandwiched in between hostile nations which necessitates high military/security expenditure. This is a massive drain on the country’s economy and preventing development in other area. That’s not counting when wars do break out, Rain is in an even shittier place, what with bearing the splash damage from the fighting.
The only solid strong point I can see is that its location, with proper management and development, holds the potential to become a trade zone with all the biggest trade routes going between the three great nations all going through it. But then again, do remember that Rain is not the only nation sharing this geo-location in Naruto verse (Gem is another contender in FtGoG AU). That’s why I said with proper management and development.
From where I’m sitting, Rain is prime materials for a poverty trap nation. It has too many cons that holds it in place as a poor, divided, disaster-ridden, potentially lacking in natural resource country. It has one pro that needs solid work put into it before the rewards can be reaped. If it has other strong points, canon has not enlightened us to those points. If it has some special resources that all the other countries want (e.g. oil analog for example), then it’s much easier, but canon doesn’t say anything on this.
So… really… I don’t have a lot of ideas on how to make Rain thrive as a nation. I have some, but they are the vague, applicable to most nations in this category type of ideas rather than actual, custom-tailored plan for that one specific country. I would say, to make Rain work, we need to model it off of real world nations with similar statistic (e.g. poor resources, limited land, fractured population), specifically Singapore (limited land, no natural resources whatsoever aside for fishing, but has prime location that required management and development) and post world war 2 Japan (fractured population. Post World War 2 Japan suffered a massive cultural shock. For much of the war, the government told their people that they would win, that they were in the just, that expansion and conquer were theirs by birthright, that they had to do this for the shake of the emperor, that defeat was as impossible as the sun rising from the West. They sent their people off to suicide against the enemy lines. And these people went willingly, joyfully. Such is the strength of their self-inflicted massively scoped brainwashing. And then what was the result? They were the first victim of the atomic bombs. They lost the war. Their government and emperor came out to admit defeat, to admit that they were in the wrong, and now they had to make nice with the enemy. Really, if you have the time, you should read literature studying the public psyche of Japan in the immediate post world war 2 era. There’s a whole lot of nihilism, suicide glorifying, and Nietzsche wannabe to go around. In some ways, it’s kinda sad. They did it to themselves. The scars linger to this day). To make their nation work, Rain has to:
1/ invest in diplomacy. Security and army is needed for them to survive and maintain stability, but long term, it’s too costly that it effectively cripples their development. They need solid diplomacy with surrounding nations to lessen the pressure on security spending.
2/ Invest in trade. This also requires that first step of diplomacy. They need to weave themselves into the economy of other nations in such a way that if they are hurt, other nations also feel it in their pockets. A textbook economic golden straitjacket scenario (search it up if you don’t know it. Its mere existence is the reason why I call bull on the Naruto-verse claims that alliances cannot last between ninja nations and that treaties are not even wort the papers they are written. News flash, ninjas are not the only kind of humans who break treatises if it serves them. We as a species have worked past that particular trust issue / double handcuff scenario centuries ago). Not only will this create more stability and lessen security spending, it will serve to enrich Rain and make it incredibly difficult / painful for surrounding nations to attack Rain or wage wars in its territory (golden straitjacket and double handcuff)
3/ Assuming they are poor in natural resources, then the only resources left to them is the human ones. They need to invest in growing local talents and nurturing future intellects in their young generations. Poor resources mean that heavy industries and agriculture give insignificant yield to them as a nation. So they need the talents to start high-tech industries and service sectors. They need scientists, engineers (more software and high tech kinds rather than heavy industrial kind), doctors, financiers, bankers, so on, so forth. Basically the Singaporean model.
4/ If they have any sort of heavy industries, agriculture at all, they should be heavily automated as their human resources should be pushed to industries with better yield. They need to make maximum use out of their labor force. Not only are they working against several crippling weakness (poor resources, conditions, general stability), their starting population is unlikely to be large due to war and diseases (humidity part leading to lots of diseases above)
5/ Eventually, they need to steer away from traditional military and move their security sector to the more espionage side. In other words, prevention before treatment, and smart prevention at that (and not the crude, brute force way they did in canon. Sure erecting a war and running stringent security measures at the ground level work, but they are also costly and crude, and unlikely to prevent large scale warfare or more sophisticated hostile attempts on their nation. They should be a last resort and not the de-facto mode of operation). Due to the general climate of the Naruto verse, conflict is unavoidable. However, instead of going all Krogan/Turian in their neighbor’s face, they should take a page out of the Salarian’s books. Not only is espionage and aggressive intelligence actions cheaper as defense measure, they are also more effective for a country like Rain (which will always lose if a big war breaks out in their general proximity. So the only way they win is not by winning that war, but by making sure that war either doesn’t happen in the first place, or if it has to happen, then it happens somewhere far away from them, in someone else’s backyard preferably), and their fallouts easier to contain.
this is something I wrote for me dA account last year, but in honor of the last part of the Hunger Games movie’s premiere a couple days ago, I wanted to post it here too! An au fic, Stony, happy ending (kindish?), based on books The Hunger Games and Catching fire, doesn’t deal with issues in Mockingjay, so don’t worry for spoilers. just something for those of you who like Hunger Games and AU fics! had a lot of fun writing this one, hope you will like it! oh, and it was posted in two parts, so they both are here, so sit back, and enjoy :D!
Hunger Games (Avengers)
A flash of lights. An adoring crowd. It was his whole life. Being in the spotlight. Being someone important.
“Mr. Stark, you were granted the privilege of designing the arena of this year Hunger Games. You must be honored.”
Tony flashed one of his signature smiles - bright and big - at the host of the talk show, clearly hearing an excited squeak from the female part of the audience.
“Yes, I’m deeply grateful for this opportunity and for the trust the Capitol granted me.”