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Infinite AU Social Media Posts: Riley’s outfit for the night

Side Note: Do you guys like me posting these visual tie-ins to the fic?  Be honest…anon is on in my ask box if you wanna be anon.  I haven’t done one in a really long time, but it’s mainly because it took me a long time to find the perfect visual for what I had in mind for her dress.  I have a few others, but I really don’t know if I’m being super annoying with these or not.  So let me know?

Fighter: I’m gonna loot BH. Big Helen.

DM: You want to loot the Bullywug Heir? Well, alright, I guess.

Fighter: *rolls a Nat. 20*

DM: …

DM: You rigorously search the body, uncomfortably so, getting in all of its froggy bits. You get really familiar with the Bullywug’s parts, trying to find something of value even though this is a creature that the DM would never have given any treasure.

Fighter: And?

DM: *sighs*

DM: You find 250 gold.

Fighter: NICE.

DM: And you’ve just thoroughly groped a frog person’s corpse. Nicely done.


Jin is me every time I’m forced to go outside


At some point Shigeo can’t wake up for some reason, so Animosity gets to drive his body around for a while. Mobs friends only hang around him to keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t do anything weird to Shigeos body.

Hes an extremely big eater, and uses hypnosis on teachers to let him eat during class. The delinquents love the new attitude of their shadow leader, and want to do everything for him.
(If you draw anything for this au, please credit me! <3)


Feel Good Movies


“Sunday night I was taking a flight back from San Francisco to Toronto and was stopped by security and ordered into additional screening. Now this is nothing new to me, as I’m a brown dude who flies quite often and these types of extra screening and searchings are regular occurrences. In this specific case however I was asked to remove my turban so it could go through an additional extra check. my first inclination was to say nah, I had a flight to catch and taking off a turban and tying it back on before a flight would be inconvenient. I asked to have a pat down instead (i get my clothes patted down, and those too are made of cloth, never asked to remove those) the manager insisted that either I would take off my turban and or I would be escorted back into the public area and I could book a flight with a different airline or airport.

They provided a private screening room, and after they had done a complete body search and scanned my turban through another x-ray… they came back and told me I was good to go.

It was at this point I asked for a mirror to retie my turban again, because unlike a hat or a shoe, tying a turban back on takes time and skill (great skill, only the manliest of men know) plus I gotta make sure i look extra crispy and good ALWAYS (my motto in life, most of the time when I’m not lazy of course) The officials responded that they don’t provide mirrors and one of them had even told me to walk down the nearest bathroom at the other end of the terminal, in public, without my turban on. Which completely defeats the purpose of being in a private room in the first place… why “undress” me and then tell me to walk out “undressed” to the nearest bathroom to retie my turban again? The turban is a sign of royalty, respect, dignity, courage and has a huge significance for my people.

I followed all the security protocols, asked whatever they wanted me to do, the issue isn’t JUST with the fact that I was asked to remove the turban (however silly it still is) but with the lack of respect and insensitivity when I asked for a simple request like a mirror to tie it back on again.

Also fun fact: no one has ever found anything dangerous in a turban… ever.”

So I fought this bunch of draugr, and after having blasted them with the ice thu'um and destruction spells, one of them gets up again.

“strong dude” I think to myself, as I’m sure he had died.

Turns out he had. He didn’t react to further attacks, and I could search his body, but he stood, breathed and had his fists up, ready to go.

Is there a name for when an Undead becomes Undead yet again?

Matching Ink (Soulmate AU)

From the time he was old enough to spell the word ‘love,’ Jack had dreamed about someday finding a soulmate of his own. The way the system worked was pretty simple, everyone was born with a tattoo on their ankle that was completely unique to them. Anytime you fell in love with someone, that person’s tattoo would appear somewhere on your body. You knew you had found your soulmate when you had each other’s tattoos. Jack’s tattoo was, unironically, a clover, but it had five leaves instead of four. 

Jack could remember being in elementary school, having little crushes but never anything strong enough for him to acquire their mark. He remembered being in middle school, all of his friends getting into relationships and him wondering if he would ever find his soulmate. Then high school,when Jack had his first girlfriend. After a few months of dating he found his tattoo on the back of her arm. He searched his body for hours, but found no new tattoo. He told her that he did love her, but it was hard for him to truly fall in love with someone.

Fast forward to present day, and Jack had a successful youtube channel, and he was very happy. He had pushed the whole soulmate thing to the back of his mind, but every time he heard about someone who had found their destined partner, he felt empty. He had tried for years, but all he was left with was his own little clover. His sadness was soon the last thing on his mind, replaced with excitement at the upcoming event. He was about to go to Indy PopCon and meet his good friend Mark, for the first time in person. 

Jack and Mark had been collaborating and talking over skype for a little while now, and Jack couldn’t contain himself at the thought of finally getting to meet him. Jack was packing his bags and talking to Mark over the phone about when his flight would land in L.A. It was getting late, so Jack said goodbye to Mark and collapsed onto his bed. Jack sighed and closed his eyes, falling asleep at the thought of Mark holding him close.

Jack woke up early the next morning to go to the airport. He hated getting up when the sun was still this low, but seeing Mark and his other friends would make it worthwhile. 

After the longest flight of his life, Jack finally touched down in L.A. He took in a deep breath as he stepped off the plane, making his way to the exit. It only took a second to spot the bright pink patch of floof in the crowded airport. Jack jogged over to Mark and was pulled into a crushing hug, he could barely breathe, but he didn’t want it to end.

“It’s so good to see you!” Mark said, separating them and looking at Jack with the eyes of an excited puppy. “This is gonna be a great weekend.”

“Well I’ve only got three days so we better get started now,” Jack laughed.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rest first?”

“And waste the little time I’ve got with yeh? I don’t think so.”

Mark laughed and tried to force the red out of his cheeks. He took Jack’s suitcase and practically dragged him by the arm out to Mark’s car. They got to his apartment and Jack felt almost overwhelmed. Not only was he meeting Mark for the first time, he was actually in the place where Mark lived.

“I know it’s not much but…”

“I love it.”

Mark smiled at Jack’s wonderment, and found himself getting lost in Jack’s gleaming eyes. 

“You probably want to shower after traveling for so long.”

“That would be great actually, yeh have no idea how much I hate airports.”

Mark carried Jack’s bags to the guest room and showed him where the bathroom was. Jack turned on the shower and stood in silence, letting the water run across his back. He looked down, and felt his heart stop. He saw a tattoo that definitely wasn’t his own on the side of his hip. “Holy shi… When did I?” Jack got out of the shower to examine his new ink. it was a simple tattoo, looking like a geometric cube. Jack stared at it as he seemed frozen in time, unable to make any noise that resembled talking. He had finally fallen for someone, and he knew exactly who it was.

Mark was sitting on the couch with his legs propped up when Jack came back downstairs. The very first thing Jack did was scan Mark’s ankle. Of course, the little cube decorated his friend’s foot, and Jack thought he would be sick. He had finally loved someone, and that someone just so happened to be his best friend. “You okay Jackaboy?” Mark had noticed Jack blankly staring.

“Uh yeah, I-I’m fine.” Jack moved over to the couch and sat down next to Mark.

“You’re not, I can tell. You know you can tell my anything right?”

Jack sighed, “Don’t worry yerself Mark, I’m jus tired.”

“Well then you go ahead and go to sleep, I need you awake for the event tomorrow.” Mark messed with Jack’s hair.

“Yer probably right, g’night Markimoo.” Jack said, earning a laugh from Mark, a sound that Jack could never get tired of.

The next morning, Mark was the first to wake up. He decided to let Jack sleep until he absolutely had to get up. Mark went downstairs and made breakfast and coffee, almost dropping his cup when he noticed the tiny ink clover on his forearm. Realization hit him like a bus, he knew where he’d seen that tattoo before. Mark was terrified of Jack finding out, so he changed into a long-sleeve shirt and went to wake Jack up, acting as calm as he could. He eased the door open, and found what could easily be mistaken for a sleeping angel. He walked over to the side of the bed, and saw that Jack was only half covered by the blankets, his shirt riding up on his torso. Then he saw it. The tiny cube on Jack’s side. He knew what he had to do.

“Hey, hey Jack, time to get up.” Mark gently shook his sleeping friend. Jack only groaned back, slowly opening his eyes. “Good morning sleepy head.” Jack only stretched and smiled in response, before remembering his new ink and quickly pulling his shirt back down. Mark stopped his hand before he could cover the tattoo, evading Jack’s eyes. Jack sat up in bed. ‘Uh Mark?”

Mark’s words were stuck in his throat. He couldn’t think of anything to say. All he could do, was push his sleeve back and hold his forearm out in front of Jack.  Jack instantly recognized the five leaves, and felt relief wash over him. He looked back up at Mark, who was staring holes into the floor. He turned Mark’s face to look at him, and the next thing Mark felt was soft lips against his. Mark wrapped his arms around Jack and closed as much space as possible between them. After what seemed like years and seconds at the same time, the kiss ended, and they stared into each other’s eyes. Mark rubbed his thumb across the cube on Jack’s hip and sighed. “You probably already know this but… I love you, and god it feels good to say that.”

“I love yeh too ya doof. But we should probably get going.”

Mark took Jack’s hand and they went downstairs to eat breakfast. This was gonna be a great weekend.

The abduction of 13-year-old Daniel Morcombe in 2003 made national headlines, and led to one of the most in-depth investigations in Australian history. It only ended in 2011, when a rigorous search operation at a site in Queensland unearthed seventeen bones and a few scraps of clothing: all that remained of Daniel.

That he was dead came as no surprise, given that this was a week after Brett Peter Cowan was charged for the murder and taken into custody. The one-week period between the arrest and the discovery of the body sent search teams into overdrive, and news channels into a feeding frenzy. Channel 9, one of Australia’s biggest television networks, got in on the action – they even ended up with live coverage of the search being conducted at the suspected murder site.

Only, it wasn’t quite as live as they claimed it to be.

While the in-studio anchor explicitly stated that the reporter was directly over the search site, their helicopter was, in fact, hovering over the channel’s Brisbane studios on the first day, and simply sitting on the channel’s helipad with its blades whirring the next. That’s not even a good lie – you know, one in which you get credit for trying. That’s not turning in a report card with forged grades to your parents; it’s taping a picture of your smarter brother to your face and pretending you’re actually him.

5 Insane Ways The News Edited The Truth Out Of Huge Stories

“I had this vision during a meditation where I explored a fear boundary I had, a fear that my consciousness, or our consciousness, is alone in an empty, nihilistic meaningless void. I experienced myself as a lone beam of white light pushing endlessly through empty space, having no knowledge of where I came from or where I was headed. I was scared of the emptiness, and then chanced upon this idea: If “I” and the nothingness were All There Was, what if the nothingness could be Everything? Then I saw the black emptiness splinter into patterns and forms as I focused on what the emptiness looked like as I allowed my light to reflect off of it. And then I saw the light beam continue on indefinitely through space, leaving behind doppler-effect-like trails of matter and reflecting worlds into existence.”

(Art: “Traveler” by Andrea Tseng)