anonymous asked:

Do you think Munakata gave power to everyone in S4? I can't seem to decide on this. It seems like there would have to be a ton of non-combat personal to help run such an organization and I don't see Munakata wanting to spread power if not needed, he would see it as not responsible. But yet it seems to be suggested that all blues have powers. Thoughts? Did secretaries and customer service reps, cooks, etc get powers too? Yayoi for example, I can't tell if she has them or not.

I feel like he probably would’ve given everyone power, if he didn’t then would those people even really be considered his clansmen? Munakata seems to have handpicked many of Scepter 4’s members himself – we see in DOB, where he specifically recruits even someone like Kamo who was a chef before joining Scepter 4 – and I doubt he’d go to the trouble of picking someone to join only to not give them any powers at all. Actually considering how most of Scepter 4 uses their powers I could see him still giving everyone some power without it being reckless, at least in Munakata’s eyes – first, he handpicked all his people so he probably focused on personality types who he believes will obey his wishes and not use their powers recklessly or to cause unrest. And second, it seems like for the most part the sword is needed in order to use the Blue aura, I think Fushimi’s the only one we really see use it without channeling it through his saber (the shield he makes with his knives when he saves Awashima from Mikoto’s flames) and Fushimi’s somewhat of a special case, since he had Red powers before and probably knows more how to control his. Assuming Scepter 4’s people can’t use their powers without drawing their swords Munakata could then give power to people like secretaries and non-combat personnel and they still wouldn’t be able to do much, like I imagine he’d probably want to at least train all his people in defensive techniques just in case but for the most part the only people who even know how to use their powers offensively are the ones who need to like the swordsman troops. This way everyone gets to feel part of the clan and there’s no resentment over some people having powers and others not, and Munakata personally attends to each department to be sure they have just enough knowledge on how to use their power as they need for their specific role in the organization.
Homelessness, Party-Style | George Weigel
Catholics aren’t wrong to feel that the Democrats and the Republicans have left them.

“Declaring myself a Democrat, however, became impossible in principle after the 1992 Democratic National Convention…. pro-life people were heretics—misogynistic outliers to be expunged from the party’s national life—in the Democratic Party of Bill and Hillary Clinton.

So it was with a combination of relief and chagrin that I went to the appropriate county office and changed my registration, declaring myself a Republican—and getting a look from the clerk as if I’d declared myself a member of the Klan.

I now wonder whether I’m about to make that journey again: not, of course, to revert to a Democratic Party that has ever more mindlessly arranged its affairs around an absolutist commitment to the sexual revolution and its relentless assault on traditional culture, but to declare myself the twenty-first-century equivalent, in party terms, of a stateless-person. The Democratic Party once left me. Now, the Republican Party has left me by embracing Donald Trump, a man utterly unfit by experience, intellect, or character to be President of the United States (a trifecta of disqualifiers, I hasten to add, that I would also apply to Mrs. Clinton).

I shall undoubtedly vote for Republicans down the ballot in November. Leading Republicans still promote an agenda of national renewal that seems to me more reflective of Catholic social doctrine than anything on offer from the Democrats….I still think Republicans are more likely to come up with creative solutions to the chasm in our society between those who can prosper and those who can’t cope, than are Democrats chained to the notion that legislating further, deeper dependency on the state is the humane way forward.

But I cannot bring myself to vote for Donald Trump for president, even under the rubric of playing strategic electoral defense. And while I hope the Republican Party repudiates Trumpism in the future, you’ll know where to find me if it doesn’t: among those who, taking their cues from Catholic social doctrine, will try to forge a new political instrument for advancing the truths in which we believe—and on which the future of the Republic depends.”

- George Weigel

Shuca: “Hinata occassionally comes to Lulukoko Village. Although he is a bit loud, he is a cheerful and nice guy…Long time ago, I took a nap on the beach…When I woke up, someone had covered me with a garment…That garment…It had ‘Daikokuya*’ written inside it.

*‘Daikokuya’ or literally ‘Shop of God of Wealth’ is the name of the store where Hinata works at. So, Shuca is nost likely referring to the short green robe Hinata is wearing as during some of his conversations (ie. on fashion festival), Hinata mentions how he originally only wore the red kimono under the green robe before then Moriya gave him that green robe he has on him now to represent him as one of his store’s clerk.

Umm, anyway what Shuca said above is just so cute i actually think i start to ship Shuca/Hinata now???

I really wish there could be rival system in this game…Heck, even some events between the bachelors and bachelorettes that lead to nowhere like in ToTT would already be good enough for me…

Like this one with Shuca and Hinata…It could make a pretty cute event imo. And then, I am dying to know more about Yuzuki and Komari’s (aka otp already) relationship as childhood friends, probably talking about how Komari used to come visiting and playing with him back when he was still sickly and be his first friend/big sis figure or something. Ludeus and Iuca could also have an event or two talking about ie. crybaby young Iuca and prankster young Ludeus who used to make her cry often (including about the infamous ‘Ludeus putting butterfly inside Iuca clothes'incident maybe) and how the table has kinda turned now…

I will seriously cry tears of happiness if Marvelous could put those kind of extra events as future dlc or something…Heck, I am even willing to pay as much as needed for more/rival events orz

The champions of socialism call themselves progressives, but they recommend a system which is characterized by rigid observance of routine and by a resistance to every kind of improvement. They call themselves liberals, but they are intent upon abolishing liberty. They call themselves democrats, but they yearn for dictatorship. They call themselves revolutionaries, but they want to make the government omnipotent. They promise the blessings of the Garden of Eden, but they plan to transform the world into a gigantic post office. Every man but one a subordinate clerk in a bureau.
—  Ludwig Von Mises

Hmmmmm….  What does it mean when the destination zip code on the USPS receipt does not match the zip code on the box you mailed out?  Does the address being correct on the box trump any typos made by the counter clerk?


Charles Kinsey was trying to protect Arnaldo Rios (pictured), who is autistic, when Kinsey was shot by a North Miami police officer. WPLG

“…The 90-year-old city is one of the largest in Miami-Dade County and is host to a melting pot of residents, many of whom are black and Haitian American. The city is about 59 percent black, 27 percent Hispanic and 12 percent non-Hispanic white according to U.S. Census data. The City Council includes two white members and three Haitian-American councilmen, including Mayor Smith Joseph. The city manager, city clerk and city attorney are all black.

Black Lives Matter activists held a protest at the North Miami Police Department on Thursday, July 21, 2016 in reaction to the shooting of unarmed mental healthcare worker Charles Kinsey.

…While the city’s police force has faced crime issues and its share of homicides and burglaries, it had not dealt with many police-involved incidents before an officer shot Kinsey, a black unarmed mental healthcare worker who was tending to his patient, Arnoldo Eliud Rios Soto, who wandered from a nearby mental health center. Monday’s shooting happened in a mostly quiet, suburban part of the city lined with’50s- and ’60s-style homes and smaller apartment complexes.

The mayor, who has held the position since November 2014, said the city will let the police investigation by the Florida Department of Law Enforcement and the State Attorney’s Office take its course and called the incident a sad day for North Miami.

‘I assure you that we will go wherever the truth takes us and necessary decisions will be made by the proper authorities,’ Joseph said at a press conference Friday afternoon.

At a press conference Thursday afternoon, John Rivera, president of the Miami-Dade Police Benevolent Association, said that the North Miami police officer thought Kinsey was in danger, attempted to shoot Soto and missed his target.

On Friday, the police identified Kinsey’s shooter as officer Jonathan Aledda, placed him on leave, and also placed newly promoted Commander Emile Hollant on unpaid leave, saying he had misled investigators.

…Vice Mayor Alix Desulme said he supports the chief and also sent his sympathy to the Kinsey family. Kinsey left Jackson Memorial Hospital late Thursday night and is recovering at home.

‘Our hearts go out to the family, and we’re doing the best we can to come to a resolution,’ Desulme said….” Lance Dixon, Miami Herald

“The mother and sister of an autistic man who apparently was the intended target of a North Miami police officer’s bullet said they are worried about the safety of their 26-year-old family member.

Arnaldo Rios is suffering from emotional distress and has been in a hospital since Monday’s shooting of unarmed therapist Charles Kinsey, Miami attorney Matthew Dietz said Saturday at a news conference.

Dietz said Miami has inadequate facilities for people like Rios, and he said the police should have been trained to handle someone with mental illness.

‘After they knew that he had autism, what did they do? They threw him on the ground,’ Dietz said.

…Dietz said Rios viewed Kinsey as a father figure.

The North Miami Police Department identified the officer who pulled the trigger as Jonathan Aledda. The 30-year-old officer has been placed on administrative leave.

A second police officer, Cmdr. Emile Hollant, has been suspended without pay for giving conflicting statements about the circumstances surrounding the controversial shooting of Kinsey, City Manager Larry Spring said….” Peter Managing Editor

AIC 21

By the second day that she dropped by to see Naruto during training, Jiraiya had pretty well given up on coaxing her into a bathing suit. He was sulking on the other edge of the pool, occasionally giggling over whatever he was trying to write. Also at Naruto’s failures, he liked laughing at the little irritated screech Naruto made when he fell in the pool. The onsen had been cleaner, but it had only taken Jiraiya a day to get thrown out.

Aiko kept one eye on Naruto and one turned to the surroundings. She’d felt watched all day, in a way that couldn’t be attributed to Jiraiya’s wandering eyes.

‘I’d say Konoha, but I can sense that team. So they’re not the ones giving me the creeps. Unless it’s a different Konoha interest- Danzo? Bu why would he care about me?’

“I heard some interesting news this morning.”

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So, before the show gets started, I would just like to make a request that the killer not kill any of my faves, but because I am considerate, I have compiled a list of people you can kill in whatever way you please: Haley, her bf, Emma’s dad, one of those mean kids that hurt Stavo, Seth Brandon if he still isn’t dead yet, or idk Pottery Barn.

anonymous asked:

oh my!!! i love your writing so much!! i have your notifications on so i never miss out :) could you write a wolfstar where they're at a bookstore/library and one of them is just reading and the other stumbles into him :) i'm not sure if you've written anything like this please please

Remus liked to read books before he bought them. Not the whole book, just the first few chapters. A lot of books had amazing first chapters and then completely derailed around chapter three. Remus loved buying books but he hated buying books that he lost interest in because the characters became terrible.

He had to keep walking around because the clerk in the shop, Snape, liked to bother Remus, telling him he had to buy the book before he read it. It was a shame that this unruly man happened to work at Remus’ favorite books shop (favorite because of the selection and the atmosphere, not because of the staff. Although the man who owned the shop, Dumbledore, was perfectly pleasant.) 

Remus was engrossed in the book and wasn’t watching where he was going. He tripped over something large in the middle of the aisle and went arse over teakettle, sprawling onto the floor and dropping his book.

“Holy shit, mate, are you okay?” 

Remus rolled over onto his back and managed to sit up. “I think I’m fine,” he said, brushing himself off. “My apologies, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Oh, don’t worry about,” the man said, waving him off. “I probably shouldn’t be sitting here like this.” 

Remus cocked his head to the side and studied the stranger. He was a short man with long dark hair and a leather jacket. Good-looking in that effortless kind of way certain people had - like he just woke up in the morning looking gorgeous. Remus had no idea how he could have missed him in the first place. He was surrounded by books and wrapping paper. “What on Earth are you doing?”

The man chuckled. “Wrapping gifts, obviously.”

“Yes, obviously,” Remus said, blinking incredulously. “Any reason you’re doing it on the floor of a book shop?”

The man huffed. “It’s my Godson’s birthday and I forgot to get him something. Okay, not so much that I forgot that the thing I wanted to get him I was told wasn’t practical. So I was rebelling until today, when I realized I was going to show up to a five-year-olds birthday empty handed.”

Remus’ lips curled up into a smile. “What were you originally going to get him?”

The stranger ducked his head down. “An electric guitar.”

Remus burst out laughing. “Yes, I can see how that wouldn’t be the most sensible gift for a child.”

“You’ve got to learn young!” the stranger insisted. “Mozart was playing the piano when he was just four!” 

Remus stood up and went to retrieve his book. “So instead you’re getting him some books?”

The man shrugged. “Everyone likes books, right? Books are great when you’re a kid.”

“I think so, yes,” Remus said, giving him a reassuring smile. “They certainly were important to me growing up.”

“Good,” the man said, using the scissors to get the extra ribbon to curl with a flourish. 

“Well, good luck,” Remus said, finding his page in his book. 

“Hey wait,” the stranger said, standing up. “I just realized I have way more parcels than I could ever carry on my own. Any way I could bribe you to come along with me and carry some of these? I’ll buy your book for you and when we get there I’ll give you a piece of the birthday cake. So what do you say?”

Remus took in a deep breath as he composed himself. “Are you serious?”

The stranger grinned. “Absolutely.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude on a little kid’s birthday party…” Remus said nervously. “After all, you don’t even know me.”

“You have an honest face,” the man said, picking up his gifts from the floor and handing a few of them over to Remus. 

“Hold on a second, did you pay for the books before you wrapped them?” Remus asked, studying the gifts in his hands. 

“Nope,” the man said, laughing, heading through the bookshelves towards the front door. “I hate the fucking clerk that works here. That guy is a twat.” 

“That doesn’t mean you should steal from his workplace,” Remus hissed, following after him quickly.

“And now you’re an accomplice,” the stranger said, turning around the wink at Remus. “Run!” 

The man took off towards the front door and Remus had no choice but to run after him. He didn’t feel right about the stealing but he also didn’t want to get caught. His heart was pounding as they crashed out the front door and sprinted down the sidewalk.

“You’re insane,” Remus said breathlessly, pressing his back against the wall of the alley they were hiding in, making sure Snape hadn’t followed them. 

“Damn right I am,” the stranger said, walking over with his arms full of gifts and capturing Remus’ lips. 

Remus was so startled that he nearly dropped the presents in his own hands. He could feel the surge of adrenaline rushing through his body as he kissed the stranger back. He wondered for a moment just what he was doing kissing a stranger in an alleyway after having just stolen some books.This was not Remus Lupin’s life.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” the stranger said, pulling back and smiling up at Remus. “And don’t worry, I know Dumbledore personally. I’ll send him some money in the mail. I just hate having to deal with Snape.”

Remus swallowed around the lump in his throat. “So was this some kind of test?”

“Nah,” the man said with a smirk. “It was pretty fun though.”

“Remus Lupin,” he said, shuffling the presents around so that he could stick his hand out. 

“Sirius Black,” he responded, shaking Remus’ hand. 

“I’m not sure if it’s nice to meet you,” Remus admitted.

Sirius chuckled. “I get that a lot,” he confessed, peeking out of the alley and deciding the coast was clear. They walked together for about five blocks and then turned into a residential neighborhood. “It’s just that one, there,” Sirius said, gesturing with his head towards a large white cottage with a stone wall around it. It looks homey and sweet with a front garden and little children running in and out, a lot of them red-haired and wild.

Remus walked behind Sirius, unsure of his place there. It seemed a bit off to be a twenty-five year old at the birthday party of a chid he didn’t know. Yet Sirius walked in so confidently that Remus couldn’t help keeping in step with him.

“Jamie!” Sirius called out, dumping his presents on the table with the others and hugging an attractive Desi man with wild hair and glasses. “This is Remus.”

Remus shuffled awkwardly under their twin gazes. Jamie was clearly looking Remus over, assessing him on behalf of his friend. Sirius was merely looking at him with a fond expression on his face. Remus remembered their kiss in the alleyway and felt himself blush.

“James Potter,” he said finally, holding out his hand. “Welcome to my son’s birthday party.”

“I’m so sorry to just show up like this,” Remus burst out before James had even finished speaking. “It’s just Sirius needed help carrying all the presents and he roped me into it and well he’s very difficult to say no to. He said he would give me a piece of cake but now that seems a bit inappropriate and I can get cake anywhere. I can leave if you want me to.”

James glanced over at Sirius. “I can see why you like him.”

“Oh, he fell for me right away,” Sirius joked, putting his arm around James’ shoulders. “Quite literally.”

James chuckled and shook his head. “Only you, Sirius,” he said in exasperation. “Come on then, Remus. If cake you were promised then cake you shall have.”

“Let them eat cake!” Sirius exclaimed, walking into the other room with James while Remus trailed behind them. 

In the living room a small boy was seated on the sofa that looked almost exactly like a miniature version of James except his eyes were green instead of hazel and the frames of his glasses round instead of square. He was surrounded by other children his age of a bit older. They seemed to be playing telephone with each child whispering to the one beside them. 

A red-haired woman came in with a tray of cheese and crackers, setting it on the coffee table in the center of the circle of children. Afterwards she walked out of the circle and came to stand beside James, Sirius and Remus. 

“Oh, hello, who is this?” she asked, glancing over at Remus as if she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to recognize him or not.

“Remus. He’s my date,” Sirius said proudly.

“Your date,” she echoed slowly. “You brought a date to my son’s fifth birthday?”

Sirius shrugged. “Not intentionally.”

“This is my wife, Lily,” James spoke up quickly. “The love of my life who has promised not to kill my best friend.”

“It’s a real struggle sometimes,” Lily said, giving Sirius a hard stare of disapproval. “Anyways, you’re welcome here, Remus.”

“Thank you,” Remus said politely. He wondered if he should make an excuse to leave. He was intruding on a family moment with people he didn’t know. He didn’t even know Sirius, the person he had come in with. One kiss did not exactly make them acquainted. 

Sirius slid over to Remus and laced their fingers together, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “See, you’re a hit already,” he said, beaming up at Remus. 

“I don’t think resignation to your antics counts as acceptance,” Remus informed him softly. “I should probably go.”

“No, don’t go,” Sirius begged, holding onto his hand tightly. “I want you here.”

“Why?” Remus asked. “We just met.”

Sirius sighed and placed his head on Remus’ shoulder. “Do you really want to know?”

“Of course.”

Sirius looked around and then led Remus outside to the backyard. There were two lawn chairs and they sat down side by side in them, their hands still connecting them. 

“So, Lily, James and I all went to school together,” Sirius began, tilting his head up and looking at the sky wistfully. “They fell in love and got married pretty soon after school. I love them both and they’ve done everything they could to include me - made me best man at their wedding and Harry’s godfather. And I love it. I love everything they let me be a part of but it’s still not the same, you know? They’ve got their own family, they’re this little unit together. They’ve been married for six years now and I’m still on my own. Sometimes it’s hard coming here and watching them be a family when I’ve got no one of my own.” 

Sirius tilted his head to the side to look at Remus. “Then today at the bookshop you crashed into me and it felt like sometime important was happening. I couldn’t just let you go on your way without seeing what this was - what it could be.”

Remus smiled. “You know you could have just asked for my number,” he teased, rubbing the inside of Sirius’ hand with his thumb. 

“I know,” Sirius said quietly. “I just didn’t want to face another one of Harry’s birthdays alone. I honestly never thought I’d get you here.”

“You had me intrigued,” Remus admitted. “And chocolate cake is my weakness.”

Sirius chuckled. “Good to know.” He got up from his chair and walked over, sliding onto Remus’ lap. “Is there any chance you’re feeling even a fraction of what I am?”

Remus studied him for a moment. staring into those grey eyes as if transfixed. “I’d say so, yeah,” he said, his voice gone hoarse. He pulled his hand away from Sirius’ in favor of tangling it in Sirius’ hair and kissing him fiercely. Sirius smiled against his lips and then began to kiss him back.

“Oi, you two!” James called from the back door. “We’re about to sing happy birthday. Get off your arses and get in here!” 

They broke the kiss and Remus found he couldn’t stop smiling as Sirius slid off his lap and held out his hand. “I promised you cake, didn’t I?” he asked with a smile of his own.

“That you did,” Remus said, taking his hand. 


candy tongue, a novella

[25k words, explicit, dark comedy]

Recently returned from Iraq, Maggie is looking for anything to shake the tedious doldrums of her third-shift store clerk life. Frequent late-night patron Nick just wants some goddamn sleep. They help each other out.

A/N: i’m posting this story temporarily, just a week or two on ao3. it’ll probably stay up longer on my blog. i made the aesthetic one night when i had writers’ block and i thought it was pretty enough to share.

this is the best thing i’ve written to date, and also the weirdest. if you choose to read it, i will be eternally grateful. 

since this is an original work, if you read it and enjoy it, i have a ko-fi account where you can buy me a cup of coffee

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There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I’m too tough for him.
I say “stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you”. 
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke,
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there.
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I’m too tough for him,
I say “stay down, do you want to mess me up?
do you want to screw up the works?
do you want to blow my book sales in Europe?”
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I’m too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody’s asleep.
I say “I know you’re there, so don’t be sad”.
and then I put him back
But he’s singing a little in there,
I haven’t quite let him die.
And we sleep together like that, with our secret pact,
and it’s nice enough to make a man weep.
But I don’t weep, Do you?

This collage is so fire. Made by a girl named Frankie in Australia. Her instagram is “the.clerk” 


This is being written at a friends house in between an amazing laugh. Please know that you are in control of your happiness. Surround yourself with positive goofy people who also get shit done. That’s a big part of success and happiness