“Anger is just anger. It isn’t good. It isn’t bad. It just is. What you do with it is what matters. It’s like anything else. You can use it to build or to destroy. You just have to make the choice.“

"Constructive anger,” the demon said, her voice dripping sarcasm.

“Also known as passion,” I said quietly. “Passion has overthrown tyrants and freed prisoners and slaves. Passion has brought justice where there was savagery. Passion has created freedom where there was nothing but fear. Passion has helped souls rise from the ashes of their horrible lives and build something better, stronger, more beautiful.”

—  Jim Butcher
(“Contemplations” newsletter from First Universalist, Denver)

So, has everyone seen that post going around, talking about a gay prince being repeatedly kidnapped by a gay dragon?

Why hasn’t the hijack fandom taken note? (Have we all gotten distracted by httyd2?) dragon!Hiccup and prince!Jack; winterprince!Jack, even. It would be adorable.

Why is it that,
There are souls,
Who are broken,
And there are others,
Who aren’t.

What is it that,
Breaks these souls,
Stains their heart,
Tears apart their hope,
I wonder.

What is it that,
Decays a soul,
So bad that,
They become nothing but,
A wasted potential.

Is it heartbreak?
Abandonment or abuse?
Never-ending grief?
Or is it just a simple goodbye?
That may mean nothing to some -
But the world to others.

I’ve read a few posts about how the stuff that happens against Cronus will affect the teens later in their lives with PTSD and serious changes in personality, but like. It’s already happened. The Phantom Rising parts are about Theresa snapping and taking it out on the gods. Not to mention, Herry resorted to physically torturing Cronus to get information and Jay agreed.
On Song Covers for the Musical-ish Episode

Okay, so majesticajeff sent me this link saying this:

“It’s hilarious. You have got to check this out.”

And you know what? It’s a pretty funny list of stuff for songs in the Musical-ish episode. I’m wondering if it will only be seasons 1-5 or if Becky (it SHOULD be Becky who does this spiel. It wouldn’t feel right if it wasn’t) will magically find some of the books Chuck was too scared to publish due to Sam’s threat (*cough cough* seasons 6-9 *cough cough*).

I think the songs they chose are fun. I wished they talked about the possibilities of what could be an original song, but there will definitely be covers in the mix, so it’s intriguing to see what covers people will be looking for.

Me personally? I know for a fact that they’re going to have to sing Carry On My Wayward Son, but I hope they don’t because it gives me paranoia of what will come next because that song always means sad things are about to go down.

Odds are, they probably will take songs that have been in the episodes in the past. You know, like Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi or perhaps even Eye of the Tiger by Survivor. Things like that.

Anywho, thanks for sending me this, majesticajeff. It’s always interesting to read these sorts of articles.

It’s not the ability to have new ideas or anything like that that separates us from animals, it’s the ability to have everything we need and be unhappy. Humans are the only animals that are never satisfied with what they have.
—  Me. just now. had a contemplative moment.
A Lonely Goodbye

Beneath the glow of Seleucia’s monitors, Valkurius lounged in languid contemplation, bronzed skin bare, discolored for the play of vibrant blue and red from the readouts.  The chair was cool against his bare back, not yet body-warmed from his impressive heat.  Another sleepless night.  With Matria Horizonwalker in captivity, they could begin the next step of the plan.

Scattered across the main monitor was a series of maps detailing Dominion outposts, and his augmented eyes raked over the lengthy information cataloged beneath each.  They only needed something small, something set apart, something–

A quiet chime announced the arrival of new information, and the Cassian tapped the air in front of him with a quiet thrum in his throat.  The maps minimized automatically, and after a moment, the monitor splashed with a bright, flickering image of a familiar face.  Valkurius was silent for a long moment, golden gaze lingering on the planes of the holographic features, the lines of puffy scarring across the bridge of his nose, the cocky curl of lips. 

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